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‎ Divya said in angry whisper, “He is a liar”

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‎But her voice shook little. She tried to push Hamee away again. Hands on his dirty chest.

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‎Hamee did not leave. He hugged her more tight. His body pressed full on her.

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‎She felt his penis — hard and hot — near her thigh. Through his lungi and her saree.

‎It rubbed slow against her leg when he moved.

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‎Divya body became stiff. Breath fast. Fear and shame mixed inside.

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‎Hamee mouth near her ear again. Liquor smell strong.

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‎“Memsab… why you angry? Beedaa told truth. Your breasts really beautiful. I also see daily.”

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‎He kissed her cheek again. Rough beard scratched. Then he moved lips to her neck. Soft bite.

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‎Divya closed eyes. . She did not shout. Did not run. Just stood there.

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‎His penis pressed harder on her thigh. Moving little up-down.

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‎Street light still on them. Sindoor shining. Her pallu slipped more.

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‎Hamee hand went down. From waist to her ass. Squeezed once.

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‎Divya small gasp came out. “Please… no…”

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‎But her hands not pushing hard now.

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‎Hamee whispered, “Just little touch, memsab. No one see. Your husband not here.”

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‎Hamee hand squeezed Divya ass very hard.

‎ Rough fingers dug into soft flesh through saree. Pain came.

‎But also some strange heat.

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‎Divya looked up at his dirty beard face. Black hair full of dust. Yellow teeth.

‎Red eyes from liquor. Bad smell coming from mouth.

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‎She felt disgust. Shame. But body not listening mind.

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‎Unwillingly, Divya leaned forward.

‎ Kissed him hard on lips.

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‎Her soft lips pressed on his rough, cracked lips. Kiss not sweet. Hard.

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‎Hamee surprised one second. Then he kissed back. Strong. Hungry. Tongue pushed inside her mouth. Taste of liquor and beedi.

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‎Divya hands came up. Not to push. To hold his shoulders. Fingers tight on dirty shirt.

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‎Kiss went deep. Wet sound.

‎ Her body pressed more on him. Breasts crushed on his chest.

‎His hard penis rubbed on her thigh again.

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‎After few seconds she pulled back little. Breathing fast. Lips wet.

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‎She whispered , “Bas… enough.”

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‎But Hamee not stop. Hand still squeezing ass. Other hand went to her blouse. Pulled pallu down one side.

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‎Divya did not stop him this time.

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‎Street light falling on them. Her sindoor little smudged now from kiss.

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