25-10-2025, 04:48 PM
Scene 2: The Erotic Negotiation
Shanti looked at the thick envelope in her hand, the weight of ten crores pressing against her palm. She raised her eyes to Jagat Singh, her mind racing through her family’s debts, her husband’s failed ventures, and the modest life that felt so undeserving of her voluptuous body. She was calculating. One year. Just one year. She looked at the frail, but powerful man who would own her time.
Shanti: (Her voice was barely a whisper, a strange mix of fear and excitement) Seth Ji… I… I have a husband and a child. Seth Ji… main… mera ek pati hai aur ek bachcha.
Jagat Singh: (His aged eyes narrowed slightly, a predatory gleam entering them. His gaze dropped immediately to the formidable shape of her breasts beneath the fabric.) Are you breastfeeding this child right now, Shanti? Kya tum abhi bhi is bachche ko doodh pila rahi ho, Shanti?
Shanti: (She instinctively crossed her arms slightly, suddenly very aware of her own body.) Ji, Seth Ji. Yes, I am. Ji, Seth Ji. Haan, main hoon.
Jagat Singh’s eyes lingered on the full, round mounds of her chest, then moved slowly up to her lips, and finally settled back on her breasts, the thought of her current lactating state clearly captivating him. He chuckled, a dry, rattling sound.
Jagat Singh: Of course you do, child. And a kind one, I hear. That is why the amount is ten crores. That is why the contract is in writing. It is an offer not just to you, but to him. A business deal. Go, talk to him. Tell him I am buying a piece of his future, and the price is his wife’s time and devotion for a year. Zaroor hoga, bachchi. Aur ek achcha pati, maine suna hai. Isliye yeh raqam das crore hai. Isliye yeh contract likhit mein hai. Yeh peshkash sirf tumhare liye nahi, uske liye bhi hai. Ek business deal. Jao, usse baat karo. Usse batao ki main uske bhavishya ka ek hissa khareed raha hoon, aur keemat uski patni ka ek saal ka waqt aur samarpan hai.
Shanti: (Her eyes darted from the envelope to Jagat Singh’s face, a flicker of raw greed battling with deep shame.) Seth Ji… this is… a very large amount. What exactly… are the rules for this arrangement? Seth Ji… yeh… bahut badi raqam hai. Is bandobast ke liye asal mein kya niyam hain?
Jagat Singh: (He smiled, a slow, predatory movement of his thin lips.) The rules are simple, Shanti. You live in my Haveli. You are the Mistress of the house. You manage the staff. You sit with me for meals. You offer companionship. Niyam bahut aasan hain, Shanti. Tum mere Haveli mein rahogi. Tum ghar ki Malika hogi. Tum naukar-chakar ko sambhalogi. Tum mere saath khana khaogi. Tum mujhe saath dogi.
Shanti: (She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor.) And… the intimacy? The… devotion you spoke of? Aur… woh nikatata? Woh… samarpan jiske baare mein aapne kaha?
Jagat Singh: (His voice dropped, becoming a low, gravelly invitation.) My dear, I am an old man. I am not a young stallion. But I am still a man with needs, and with a desire to feel power. You will sleep in my room. You will offer me the comfort of your body when I ask. You will let me look at you, touch you, and hold you as my own. That voluptuous body of yours will be mine to adore for one year. No lies. No refusals. Just honest, willing submission. Meri pyaari, main ek boorha aadmi hoon. Main jawan ghoda nahin hoon. Par main abhi bhi ek aadmi hoon jisko zaroorat hai, aur jisko taqat mehsoos karne ki chahat hai. Tum mere kamre mein sogi. Jab main kahunga, tum apne jism ka aaraam mujhe dogi. Tum mujhe dekhne, chhune, aur apna samajhkar gale lagane dogi. Tumhara woh bhara hua jism ek saal ke liye mera hoga. Koi jhooth nahin. Koi inkaar nahin. Bas imaandaar, razaamand salamati.
Shanti: (Her mind was racing. One year. Just one year, and her family was set. She looked at his frail form, then back at the envelope. It seemed manageable.) And my family? My husband and children? Will they be allowed to come with me? Aur mera parivaar? Mere pati aur bachche? Kya unhe mere saath aane ki izaajat hogi?
Jagat Singh: (He tilted his head, acknowledging the practical concern.) They will live on the grounds, in the annex. They will be taken care of. Your husband will have the space and the seed money to start his venture immediately. He won't even need to wait for the final payment. I will provide a separate, generous fund for his business right now. But you, Shanti, are mine. Alone. Woh Haveli ke andar, alag hisse mein rahenge. Unka khayal rakha jayega. Tumhare pati ko turant apna vyapar shuru karne ke liye jagah aur shuruaati paisa mil jayega. Usse aakhri bhugtan ka intezaar bhi nahi karna padega. Main abhi uske business ke liye ek alag, bada fund dunga. Par tum, Shanti, meri ho. Akele.
Shanti: (She took a sharp, deep breath. The deal was suddenly very, very real. The money was a lifeline, but the price was a year of profound betrayal.) I… I understand the transaction, Seth Ji. It’s clear. But I must discuss this with my husband. Main… main is saude ko samajhti hoon, Seth Ji. Yeh saaf hai. Par mujhe iske baare mein apne pati se baat karni hogi.
Jagat Singh saw the hesitation fade, replaced by a calculating, hungry glint in her eyes. He knew he had won the first round. He took a slow, deliberate step closer to her.
Jagat Singh: (His hand, aged and spotted, reached out and rested gently, proprietarily, on her shoulder. The touch sent a strange shiver through her, a mix of disgust and the powerful sense of being claimed.) Good. Talk to him. But remember this, Shanti. Ten crores can buy your freedom. My power buys your submission. Think of the luxuries, the silks, the jewels you will wear, the food you will eat. You will live like a Maharani for a year, all because of this. Achcha hai. Usse baat karo. Par yeh yaad rakhna, Shanti. Das crore tumhari azaadi khareed sakte hain. Meri taqat tumhari haan khareedti hai. Un aish-o-aaram, un resham ke kapdon, un gahno ke baare mein socho jo tum pahinogi, woh khana jo tum khaogi. Tum ek saal ke liye ek Maharani ki tarah rahogi, sab is wajah se.
Shanti: (She did not flinch from his touch. Instead, she slowly raised her eyes and met his gaze, a new, cold resolve hardening her expression. The shame was gone; only the hunger for the money remained.) I will talk to him tonight. You will have your answer by tomorrow morning, Seth Ji. Main aaj raat unse baat karungi. Aapko kal subah tak apna jawab mil jayega, Seth Ji.
Shanti looked at the thick envelope in her hand, the weight of ten crores pressing against her palm. She raised her eyes to Jagat Singh, her mind racing through her family’s debts, her husband’s failed ventures, and the modest life that felt so undeserving of her voluptuous body. She was calculating. One year. Just one year. She looked at the frail, but powerful man who would own her time.
Shanti: (Her voice was barely a whisper, a strange mix of fear and excitement) Seth Ji… I… I have a husband and a child. Seth Ji… main… mera ek pati hai aur ek bachcha.
Jagat Singh: (His aged eyes narrowed slightly, a predatory gleam entering them. His gaze dropped immediately to the formidable shape of her breasts beneath the fabric.) Are you breastfeeding this child right now, Shanti? Kya tum abhi bhi is bachche ko doodh pila rahi ho, Shanti?
Shanti: (She instinctively crossed her arms slightly, suddenly very aware of her own body.) Ji, Seth Ji. Yes, I am. Ji, Seth Ji. Haan, main hoon.
Jagat Singh’s eyes lingered on the full, round mounds of her chest, then moved slowly up to her lips, and finally settled back on her breasts, the thought of her current lactating state clearly captivating him. He chuckled, a dry, rattling sound.
Jagat Singh: Of course you do, child. And a kind one, I hear. That is why the amount is ten crores. That is why the contract is in writing. It is an offer not just to you, but to him. A business deal. Go, talk to him. Tell him I am buying a piece of his future, and the price is his wife’s time and devotion for a year. Zaroor hoga, bachchi. Aur ek achcha pati, maine suna hai. Isliye yeh raqam das crore hai. Isliye yeh contract likhit mein hai. Yeh peshkash sirf tumhare liye nahi, uske liye bhi hai. Ek business deal. Jao, usse baat karo. Usse batao ki main uske bhavishya ka ek hissa khareed raha hoon, aur keemat uski patni ka ek saal ka waqt aur samarpan hai.
Shanti: (Her eyes darted from the envelope to Jagat Singh’s face, a flicker of raw greed battling with deep shame.) Seth Ji… this is… a very large amount. What exactly… are the rules for this arrangement? Seth Ji… yeh… bahut badi raqam hai. Is bandobast ke liye asal mein kya niyam hain?
Jagat Singh: (He smiled, a slow, predatory movement of his thin lips.) The rules are simple, Shanti. You live in my Haveli. You are the Mistress of the house. You manage the staff. You sit with me for meals. You offer companionship. Niyam bahut aasan hain, Shanti. Tum mere Haveli mein rahogi. Tum ghar ki Malika hogi. Tum naukar-chakar ko sambhalogi. Tum mere saath khana khaogi. Tum mujhe saath dogi.
Shanti: (She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor.) And… the intimacy? The… devotion you spoke of? Aur… woh nikatata? Woh… samarpan jiske baare mein aapne kaha?
Jagat Singh: (His voice dropped, becoming a low, gravelly invitation.) My dear, I am an old man. I am not a young stallion. But I am still a man with needs, and with a desire to feel power. You will sleep in my room. You will offer me the comfort of your body when I ask. You will let me look at you, touch you, and hold you as my own. That voluptuous body of yours will be mine to adore for one year. No lies. No refusals. Just honest, willing submission. Meri pyaari, main ek boorha aadmi hoon. Main jawan ghoda nahin hoon. Par main abhi bhi ek aadmi hoon jisko zaroorat hai, aur jisko taqat mehsoos karne ki chahat hai. Tum mere kamre mein sogi. Jab main kahunga, tum apne jism ka aaraam mujhe dogi. Tum mujhe dekhne, chhune, aur apna samajhkar gale lagane dogi. Tumhara woh bhara hua jism ek saal ke liye mera hoga. Koi jhooth nahin. Koi inkaar nahin. Bas imaandaar, razaamand salamati.
Shanti: (Her mind was racing. One year. Just one year, and her family was set. She looked at his frail form, then back at the envelope. It seemed manageable.) And my family? My husband and children? Will they be allowed to come with me? Aur mera parivaar? Mere pati aur bachche? Kya unhe mere saath aane ki izaajat hogi?
Jagat Singh: (He tilted his head, acknowledging the practical concern.) They will live on the grounds, in the annex. They will be taken care of. Your husband will have the space and the seed money to start his venture immediately. He won't even need to wait for the final payment. I will provide a separate, generous fund for his business right now. But you, Shanti, are mine. Alone. Woh Haveli ke andar, alag hisse mein rahenge. Unka khayal rakha jayega. Tumhare pati ko turant apna vyapar shuru karne ke liye jagah aur shuruaati paisa mil jayega. Usse aakhri bhugtan ka intezaar bhi nahi karna padega. Main abhi uske business ke liye ek alag, bada fund dunga. Par tum, Shanti, meri ho. Akele.
Shanti: (She took a sharp, deep breath. The deal was suddenly very, very real. The money was a lifeline, but the price was a year of profound betrayal.) I… I understand the transaction, Seth Ji. It’s clear. But I must discuss this with my husband. Main… main is saude ko samajhti hoon, Seth Ji. Yeh saaf hai. Par mujhe iske baare mein apne pati se baat karni hogi.
Jagat Singh saw the hesitation fade, replaced by a calculating, hungry glint in her eyes. He knew he had won the first round. He took a slow, deliberate step closer to her.
Jagat Singh: (His hand, aged and spotted, reached out and rested gently, proprietarily, on her shoulder. The touch sent a strange shiver through her, a mix of disgust and the powerful sense of being claimed.) Good. Talk to him. But remember this, Shanti. Ten crores can buy your freedom. My power buys your submission. Think of the luxuries, the silks, the jewels you will wear, the food you will eat. You will live like a Maharani for a year, all because of this. Achcha hai. Usse baat karo. Par yeh yaad rakhna, Shanti. Das crore tumhari azaadi khareed sakte hain. Meri taqat tumhari haan khareedti hai. Un aish-o-aaram, un resham ke kapdon, un gahno ke baare mein socho jo tum pahinogi, woh khana jo tum khaogi. Tum ek saal ke liye ek Maharani ki tarah rahogi, sab is wajah se.
Shanti: (She did not flinch from his touch. Instead, she slowly raised her eyes and met his gaze, a new, cold resolve hardening her expression. The shame was gone; only the hunger for the money remained.) I will talk to him tonight. You will have your answer by tomorrow morning, Seth Ji. Main aaj raat unse baat karungi. Aapko kal subah tak apna jawab mil jayega, Seth Ji.
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