22-11-2025, 01:25 PM
Chapter 45: Sari (Act 11)
By now, Sari’s mind was a hazy fog of drowsiness and pleasure. The tea, spiked with just enough alcohol to loosen her inhibitions, had left her in a state where she could no longer think clearly or refuse Risal’s advances. His deep kisses and lingering touches were turning her on in ways she hadn’t expected, and the warmth of his hands on her skin was intoxicating.
“Shh,” Risal murmured against her lips, his voice soft but commanding. “Just relax, Sari. No one has to know about this. Not Rahim, not anyone. It’s our little secret. Let yourself enjoy it.”
Sari’s breath hitched as he kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth with a slow, deliberate intensity. She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself responding to him, her body betraying her better judgment. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, and then to her earlobe, where his warm breath sent shivers down her spine.
“Risal…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands fluttered uncertainly, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
“Don’t overthink it,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just feel. You deserve this, Sari. You deserve to feel good.”
His words were like a spell, coaxing her further into the haze of pleasure. Nervously, Risal reached for the hem of her top, lifting it slowly over her head. She didn’t resist, her dazed mind unable to form the words to stop him. He tossed the top aside and began to kiss her hands, her navel, and the exposed skin of her chest above her bra. His lips were warm and insistent, leaving a trail of tingling heat wherever they touched.
Sari’s breath quickened as he moved lower, his lips brushing against the fabric of her bra. He groaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt of electricity through her. “Mmm… you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, deftly sliding the strap down her shoulder and removing her bra in one fluid motion.
Her breasts spilled free, firm and pear-shaped, with long, protruding nipples that seemed to beg for his attention. Risal’s eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at her. “I can’t believe how lucky I am right now,” he whispered, his voice husky with need.
Risal leaned in, his breath hot against Sari’s skin as he kissed the soft curve of her breast. His tongue flicked teasingly against her nipple, coaxing it into hardness. Just as his lips began to close around it, a loud crash shattered the intimate moment. The cabin door flung open, and a voice roared, “You bastard!”
Risal barely had time to register what was happening before he was yanked backward by the collar of his shirt. A fist connected with his jaw, the impact snapping his head to the side. Another punch followed, then another, each one landing with brutal force. Blood splattered across the floor as Rahim’s fury exploded in a storm of rage.
This couldn’t be happening, Risal thought, his vision blurring from the blows. He tried to shield his face, but Rahim’s fists were relentless, each strike fueled by raw anger and betrayal.
“You filthy scum! How dare you touch her!” Rahim bellowed, his voice trembling with emotion. His eyes had been the first to spot the unused condom packet on the bedside table as he burst into the cabin, and the sight had ignited something primal in him.
Sari lay on the bed, barely conscious, her clothes disheveled and her body exposed. Rahim’s heart clenched at the sight. He had woken up suddenly, sensing something was wrong when he noticed Sari wasn’t in their compartment. He’d checked the bathroom, then her shoes, which were missing. Panic had set in immediately.
She’s in danger, he had thought, his mind racing. That bastard must have taken her.
He’d moved swiftly through the train, checking every cabin with its lights still on at 3 a.m. It hadn’t taken long to find her.
Now, as Rahim pummeled Risal, the crowd outside the cabin began to gather. Passengers peeked in, their faces pale with shock and anger.
“Get away from him!” someone shouted. “He’s trying to kill him!”
But others saw Sari lying there, vulnerable and unconscious, and their outrage burned hotter.
“Look at her!” a woman cried, pointing at Sari. “That monster drugged her! She’s just a girl!”
Rahim finally stepped back, breathing heavily, his knuckles raw and bloodied. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and dbangd it over Sari, shielding her from prying eyes.
“He was forcing himself on my sister,”
Rahim explained to the crowd, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “I found him like this. I think he drugged her.”
The passengers murmured among themselves, their anger palpable. One man stepped forward and grabbed Risal by the arm, dragging him out of the cabin.
“You deserve worse than death for this,” the man snarled, throwing Risal into the corridor.
A chorus of shouts erupted as more passengers joined in, their fists and feet raining down on Risal.
“Don’t you have a mother or sister? How could you do this?” a woman screamed, her voice trembling with disgust.
Risal tried to shield himself, but there was no escape from the mob’s fury. His cries for mercy were drowned out by their roars of anger. This isn’t how it’s supposed to end, he thought desperately, blood streaming down his face. I was so close…
Amid the chaos, Arjun pushed through the crowd, his expression frantic. “What’s going on? What happened to Risal?”
Rahim turned to him, his eyes blazing. “Your cousin tried to assault my sister,” he said coldly. Before Arjun could respond, Rahim’s fist connected with his face, sending him sprawling to the floor.
“If he survives tonight, it’ll be a miracle,” Rahim spat, stepping over Arjun as he carried Sari back to their cabin.
Inside the cabin, Rahim laid Sari gently on the lower bunk, tucking the blanket around her. Two passengers who identified themselves as doctors entered and offered to check on her. They quickly deduced that she had been given alcohol, possibly laced with something stronger.
“She’ll be fine,” one of them assured Rahim. “We’ll give her something to counteract it. She should wake up by morning.”
Rahim nodded, his hands still shaking as he watched them work. I almost lost her again, he thought, his chest tightening with guilt and relief. Thank God I woke up in time.
Outside, the crowd’s anger showed no signs of abating. The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through the train as they continued to punish Risal for his crimes.
Then, suddenly, there was silence.
Rahim stepped out of the cabin and saw Arjun sobbing on the floor. “What happened?” he asked one of the onlookers.
The man shook his head, his expression grim. “The crowd... they beat him to death. Threw him off the train.”
Rahim shuddered, a mix of relief and horror washing over him. Justice was served, but at what cost? he wondered. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to feel pity for Risal. Not after what he had tried to do to Sari.
Back in the cabin, Rahim cleaned his bloodied hands in the tiny bathroom sink. He returned to Sari’s side, laying a makeshift blanket on the floor beside her bunk. As he settled down, he kept one hand on her arm, a silent promise to protect her no matter what.
Sari slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos that had unfolded just moments ago. Rahim watched her for a long time, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. I won’t let anything like this happen to you again, he vowed silently as he closed his eyes and drifted into a restless sleep.
By now, Sari’s mind was a hazy fog of drowsiness and pleasure. The tea, spiked with just enough alcohol to loosen her inhibitions, had left her in a state where she could no longer think clearly or refuse Risal’s advances. His deep kisses and lingering touches were turning her on in ways she hadn’t expected, and the warmth of his hands on her skin was intoxicating.
“Shh,” Risal murmured against her lips, his voice soft but commanding. “Just relax, Sari. No one has to know about this. Not Rahim, not anyone. It’s our little secret. Let yourself enjoy it.”
Sari’s breath hitched as he kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth with a slow, deliberate intensity. She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself responding to him, her body betraying her better judgment. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, and then to her earlobe, where his warm breath sent shivers down her spine.
“Risal…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands fluttered uncertainly, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
“Don’t overthink it,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just feel. You deserve this, Sari. You deserve to feel good.”
His words were like a spell, coaxing her further into the haze of pleasure. Nervously, Risal reached for the hem of her top, lifting it slowly over her head. She didn’t resist, her dazed mind unable to form the words to stop him. He tossed the top aside and began to kiss her hands, her navel, and the exposed skin of her chest above her bra. His lips were warm and insistent, leaving a trail of tingling heat wherever they touched.
Sari’s breath quickened as he moved lower, his lips brushing against the fabric of her bra. He groaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt of electricity through her. “Mmm… you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, deftly sliding the strap down her shoulder and removing her bra in one fluid motion.
Her breasts spilled free, firm and pear-shaped, with long, protruding nipples that seemed to beg for his attention. Risal’s eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at her. “I can’t believe how lucky I am right now,” he whispered, his voice husky with need.
Risal leaned in, his breath hot against Sari’s skin as he kissed the soft curve of her breast. His tongue flicked teasingly against her nipple, coaxing it into hardness. Just as his lips began to close around it, a loud crash shattered the intimate moment. The cabin door flung open, and a voice roared, “You bastard!”
Risal barely had time to register what was happening before he was yanked backward by the collar of his shirt. A fist connected with his jaw, the impact snapping his head to the side. Another punch followed, then another, each one landing with brutal force. Blood splattered across the floor as Rahim’s fury exploded in a storm of rage.
This couldn’t be happening, Risal thought, his vision blurring from the blows. He tried to shield his face, but Rahim’s fists were relentless, each strike fueled by raw anger and betrayal.
“You filthy scum! How dare you touch her!” Rahim bellowed, his voice trembling with emotion. His eyes had been the first to spot the unused condom packet on the bedside table as he burst into the cabin, and the sight had ignited something primal in him.
Sari lay on the bed, barely conscious, her clothes disheveled and her body exposed. Rahim’s heart clenched at the sight. He had woken up suddenly, sensing something was wrong when he noticed Sari wasn’t in their compartment. He’d checked the bathroom, then her shoes, which were missing. Panic had set in immediately.
She’s in danger, he had thought, his mind racing. That bastard must have taken her.
He’d moved swiftly through the train, checking every cabin with its lights still on at 3 a.m. It hadn’t taken long to find her.
Now, as Rahim pummeled Risal, the crowd outside the cabin began to gather. Passengers peeked in, their faces pale with shock and anger.
“Get away from him!” someone shouted. “He’s trying to kill him!”
But others saw Sari lying there, vulnerable and unconscious, and their outrage burned hotter.
“Look at her!” a woman cried, pointing at Sari. “That monster drugged her! She’s just a girl!”
Rahim finally stepped back, breathing heavily, his knuckles raw and bloodied. He grabbed his shirt off the floor and dbangd it over Sari, shielding her from prying eyes.
“He was forcing himself on my sister,”
Rahim explained to the crowd, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “I found him like this. I think he drugged her.”
The passengers murmured among themselves, their anger palpable. One man stepped forward and grabbed Risal by the arm, dragging him out of the cabin.
“You deserve worse than death for this,” the man snarled, throwing Risal into the corridor.
A chorus of shouts erupted as more passengers joined in, their fists and feet raining down on Risal.
“Don’t you have a mother or sister? How could you do this?” a woman screamed, her voice trembling with disgust.
Risal tried to shield himself, but there was no escape from the mob’s fury. His cries for mercy were drowned out by their roars of anger. This isn’t how it’s supposed to end, he thought desperately, blood streaming down his face. I was so close…
Amid the chaos, Arjun pushed through the crowd, his expression frantic. “What’s going on? What happened to Risal?”
Rahim turned to him, his eyes blazing. “Your cousin tried to assault my sister,” he said coldly. Before Arjun could respond, Rahim’s fist connected with his face, sending him sprawling to the floor.
“If he survives tonight, it’ll be a miracle,” Rahim spat, stepping over Arjun as he carried Sari back to their cabin.
Inside the cabin, Rahim laid Sari gently on the lower bunk, tucking the blanket around her. Two passengers who identified themselves as doctors entered and offered to check on her. They quickly deduced that she had been given alcohol, possibly laced with something stronger.
“She’ll be fine,” one of them assured Rahim. “We’ll give her something to counteract it. She should wake up by morning.”
Rahim nodded, his hands still shaking as he watched them work. I almost lost her again, he thought, his chest tightening with guilt and relief. Thank God I woke up in time.
Outside, the crowd’s anger showed no signs of abating. The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through the train as they continued to punish Risal for his crimes.
Then, suddenly, there was silence.
Rahim stepped out of the cabin and saw Arjun sobbing on the floor. “What happened?” he asked one of the onlookers.
The man shook his head, his expression grim. “The crowd... they beat him to death. Threw him off the train.”
Rahim shuddered, a mix of relief and horror washing over him. Justice was served, but at what cost? he wondered. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to feel pity for Risal. Not after what he had tried to do to Sari.
Back in the cabin, Rahim cleaned his bloodied hands in the tiny bathroom sink. He returned to Sari’s side, laying a makeshift blanket on the floor beside her bunk. As he settled down, he kept one hand on her arm, a silent promise to protect her no matter what.
Sari slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos that had unfolded just moments ago. Rahim watched her for a long time, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. I won’t let anything like this happen to you again, he vowed silently as he closed his eyes and drifted into a restless sleep.
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