20-10-2025, 12:58 PM
Scene 9: The Raw Truth
They both lay sprawled on the cool, damp grass, their bodies naked and spent, tangled amongst the broken pieces of the cot and the discarded cloth. A deep, heavy silence settled over the village, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing.
Simran felt the earth beneath her, raw and real. After a few moments, she stirred, the exhaustion giving way to a warm, deep satisfaction. She crawled towards Ramesh, who was lying flat on his back, his eyes closed.
She dbangd her heavy, milky breasts over his chest, fitting them perfectly against his hard muscle and rough, hairy skin. The weight of her flesh seemed to anchor her to him. She lifted her head and placed a soft, long kiss on his lips, a gentle claim after the violence of their passion.
Simran: (Softly, a deep sigh) "Sarpanch-ji..." (Sarpanch-ji...)
Ramesh: (Opening his eyes, running a shaky hand over her smooth back) "Ah, Simran... you are a storm. A beautiful, sweet storm." (Ah, Simran... tum ek toofan ho. Ek khoobsurat, meetha toofan.)
Simran slowly lifted her hips, pushing her body upwards. She then used her fingers, slick with his semen, to gently bring the wet mess from her vagina up to his view. It was a thick, white trail against her fair skin.
Simran: "Look. You filled me up completely. There is no space left. You poured your whole power inside me." (Dekho. Aapne mujhe poora bhar diya. Bilkul jagah nahi bachi. Aapne apni poori taakat mere andar daal di.)
Ramesh: (Looking at the sight with immense pride) "You are a butterfly that entered my garden, Simran. And now I have marked you, I have made you mine. You carry the Sarpanch’s seed." (Tum ek titli ho jo mere baag mein aayi, Simran. Aur ab maine tumhe nishaani de di, maine tumhe apna bana liya. Tum Sarpanch ka beej lekar jaogi.)
Simran placed her hands on his chest, tracing the mixture of gray, black, and white hair. She rubbed her thumb over his hard nipples, a smile playing on her lips.
Simran: "You are very strong for your age, Sarpanch-ji. Stronger than any of the boys in the city. You ride like a demon." (Aap apni umar ke hisaab se bahut taakatwar hain, Sarpanch-ji. Shehar ke kisi bhi ladke se zyada. Aap rakshas ki tarah chalaate hain.)
Ramesh: (Running his fingers over her full breasts, squeezing them gently) "And you are a bottomless well for an old man's pyas... But Simran, tell me the real reason why you are here. With your body and this education, in this poor village, it makes no sense to me. Tell me the truth now, after all this." (Aur tum ek boodhe aadmi ki pyaas ke liye ek gehra kuan ho... Lekin Simran, mujhe asli wajah batao ki tum yahan kyun ho. Tumhara yeh jism aur yeh padhai, is gareeb gaon mein, mujhe yeh samajh nahi aata. Ab sach batao, yeh sab hone ke baad.)
Simran leaned down, kissing his neck, her words a warm breath against his skin.
Simran: "The city men are weak, Sarpanch-ji. They are scared of a woman like me. They don't know how to handle this much flesh." (Shehar ke mard kamzor hain, Sarpanch-ji. Woh mere jaisi aurat se darte hain. Unhe itne maans ko sambhalna nahi aata.)
Ramesh: (His voice low and demanding) "And we, the village men? What do we know that they don't?" (Aur hum, gaon ke mard? Hum kya jaante hain jo woh nahi jaante?)
Simran: "You are real, Sarpanch-ji. You are not afraid to be dirty. You were not afraid to take me. I came here to find an older, stronger man to break me, to make me feel something raw. And I needed the power of a man like you to help my career." (Aap asli hain, Sarpanch-ji. Aap ganda hone se nahi darte. Aap mujhe lene se nahi dare. Main yahan ek boodhe, taakatwar aadmi ko dhoondhne aayi thi jo mujhe tood de, jo mujhe kuch kattar mehsoos karaye. Aur mujhe apne career mein madad ke liye aap jaise aadmi ki shakti chahiye thi.)
Ramesh: "A career? You mean... you came here just for this fun and then you will use me for your city work?" (Ek career? Matlab... tum yahan sirf is maze ke liye aayi aur phir tum mujhe apne shehri kaam ke liye istemaal karogi?)
Simran: "Yes. But the fun was real. And I will give you everything you want until I leave. Tonight, I chose you to be my partner in everything. My lust and my future. Will you still help me, my Sarpanch?" (Haan. Lekin mazaa asli tha. Aur main jaane tak aapko woh sab doongi jo aap chahte hain. Aaj raat, maine aapko har cheez mein apna saathi chuna. Meri hawas aur mera bhavishya. Kya aap ab bhi meri madad karenge, mere Sarpanch?)
Ramesh laughed, a deep, powerful sound that echoed in the quiet night. He pulled her body tight against his.
Ramesh: "You are a devil, Simran. A beautiful, clever shaitaan. Yes. I will help you. And until you leave, this garden belongs only to the Sarpanch." (Tum ek shaitaan ho, Simran. Ek khoobsurat, chalaak shaitaan. Haan. Main tumhari madad karunga. Aur jab tak tum jaati nahi, yeh baag sirf Sarpanch ka hai.)
He rolled her onto her back, his lips descending again to her milk-filled breast.
They both lay sprawled on the cool, damp grass, their bodies naked and spent, tangled amongst the broken pieces of the cot and the discarded cloth. A deep, heavy silence settled over the village, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing.
Simran felt the earth beneath her, raw and real. After a few moments, she stirred, the exhaustion giving way to a warm, deep satisfaction. She crawled towards Ramesh, who was lying flat on his back, his eyes closed.
She dbangd her heavy, milky breasts over his chest, fitting them perfectly against his hard muscle and rough, hairy skin. The weight of her flesh seemed to anchor her to him. She lifted her head and placed a soft, long kiss on his lips, a gentle claim after the violence of their passion.
Simran: (Softly, a deep sigh) "Sarpanch-ji..." (Sarpanch-ji...)
Ramesh: (Opening his eyes, running a shaky hand over her smooth back) "Ah, Simran... you are a storm. A beautiful, sweet storm." (Ah, Simran... tum ek toofan ho. Ek khoobsurat, meetha toofan.)
Simran slowly lifted her hips, pushing her body upwards. She then used her fingers, slick with his semen, to gently bring the wet mess from her vagina up to his view. It was a thick, white trail against her fair skin.
Simran: "Look. You filled me up completely. There is no space left. You poured your whole power inside me." (Dekho. Aapne mujhe poora bhar diya. Bilkul jagah nahi bachi. Aapne apni poori taakat mere andar daal di.)
Ramesh: (Looking at the sight with immense pride) "You are a butterfly that entered my garden, Simran. And now I have marked you, I have made you mine. You carry the Sarpanch’s seed." (Tum ek titli ho jo mere baag mein aayi, Simran. Aur ab maine tumhe nishaani de di, maine tumhe apna bana liya. Tum Sarpanch ka beej lekar jaogi.)
Simran placed her hands on his chest, tracing the mixture of gray, black, and white hair. She rubbed her thumb over his hard nipples, a smile playing on her lips.
Simran: "You are very strong for your age, Sarpanch-ji. Stronger than any of the boys in the city. You ride like a demon." (Aap apni umar ke hisaab se bahut taakatwar hain, Sarpanch-ji. Shehar ke kisi bhi ladke se zyada. Aap rakshas ki tarah chalaate hain.)
Ramesh: (Running his fingers over her full breasts, squeezing them gently) "And you are a bottomless well for an old man's pyas... But Simran, tell me the real reason why you are here. With your body and this education, in this poor village, it makes no sense to me. Tell me the truth now, after all this." (Aur tum ek boodhe aadmi ki pyaas ke liye ek gehra kuan ho... Lekin Simran, mujhe asli wajah batao ki tum yahan kyun ho. Tumhara yeh jism aur yeh padhai, is gareeb gaon mein, mujhe yeh samajh nahi aata. Ab sach batao, yeh sab hone ke baad.)
Simran leaned down, kissing his neck, her words a warm breath against his skin.
Simran: "The city men are weak, Sarpanch-ji. They are scared of a woman like me. They don't know how to handle this much flesh." (Shehar ke mard kamzor hain, Sarpanch-ji. Woh mere jaisi aurat se darte hain. Unhe itne maans ko sambhalna nahi aata.)
Ramesh: (His voice low and demanding) "And we, the village men? What do we know that they don't?" (Aur hum, gaon ke mard? Hum kya jaante hain jo woh nahi jaante?)
Simran: "You are real, Sarpanch-ji. You are not afraid to be dirty. You were not afraid to take me. I came here to find an older, stronger man to break me, to make me feel something raw. And I needed the power of a man like you to help my career." (Aap asli hain, Sarpanch-ji. Aap ganda hone se nahi darte. Aap mujhe lene se nahi dare. Main yahan ek boodhe, taakatwar aadmi ko dhoondhne aayi thi jo mujhe tood de, jo mujhe kuch kattar mehsoos karaye. Aur mujhe apne career mein madad ke liye aap jaise aadmi ki shakti chahiye thi.)
Ramesh: "A career? You mean... you came here just for this fun and then you will use me for your city work?" (Ek career? Matlab... tum yahan sirf is maze ke liye aayi aur phir tum mujhe apne shehri kaam ke liye istemaal karogi?)
Simran: "Yes. But the fun was real. And I will give you everything you want until I leave. Tonight, I chose you to be my partner in everything. My lust and my future. Will you still help me, my Sarpanch?" (Haan. Lekin mazaa asli tha. Aur main jaane tak aapko woh sab doongi jo aap chahte hain. Aaj raat, maine aapko har cheez mein apna saathi chuna. Meri hawas aur mera bhavishya. Kya aap ab bhi meri madad karenge, mere Sarpanch?)
Ramesh laughed, a deep, powerful sound that echoed in the quiet night. He pulled her body tight against his.
Ramesh: "You are a devil, Simran. A beautiful, clever shaitaan. Yes. I will help you. And until you leave, this garden belongs only to the Sarpanch." (Tum ek shaitaan ho, Simran. Ek khoobsurat, chalaak shaitaan. Haan. Main tumhari madad karunga. Aur jab tak tum jaati nahi, yeh baag sirf Sarpanch ka hai.)
He rolled her onto her back, his lips descending again to her milk-filled breast.
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