Incest Disha:Lactating mom(Kamadhenu cow)- Exploited by Elders-Gold Grade Scenes-25*|1 Video

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Scene 18


The bedroom door clicked shut. Rajat locked it. He looked exhausted. His shirt was wrinkled, and his tie hung loose around his neck. He didn't come to hug me. He walked straight into the corner and took a bottle of water.  

"Rajat," I whispered, my voice trembling. "We need to talk."  

He chugged the water and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a distance from me. He saw the property papers lying on the side table. He didn't pick them up. He just stared at them.  

"I know," he said, his voice flat. "Mummy ji texted me. Two crores. Conditional."  

"Conditional?" I snapped, the anger finally bubbling up. "Do you know what the condition is? Do you know what I had to do? And do you know what I have to do next?"  

Rajat rubbed his face with his hands. "Disha, listen. You don't know the full story. You don't know why we are so desperate."  

"Then tell me!" I cried. "I am selling my body piece by piece, Rajat! I deserve to know!"  

Rajat looked at me, his eyes full of shame but also resignation.  

"It was a mess, Disha. Five years ago. Papa ji made a bad investment. A very bad one. He gambled with company money. We were going to lose this house, the car, everything. We would have been on the street. I would have gone to jail for fraud."  

I covered my mouth. "What?"  

"Tauji fixed it," Rajat said quietly. "He paid off the debts. He silenced the security officer. But he took everything in return. He controls everything. He owns us, Disha. His power over us is absolute. If we don't please him... he pulls the plug. We lose everything."  

He pointed at the papers.  

"That paper is our only way out. If you get those signatures from Rakesh Chacha and Suresh Chacha... we get assets. We get freedom. Without it, we are just servants."  

"So you are pimping me out?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.  

"I am securing our son's future!" Rajat hissed. "Next week, we have to travel. We are going to Rakesh Chacha’s farmhouse. I will drive. You, me, and Vivaan."  

"To Neha Bhabhi?" I shuddered, remembering Mummy ji’s warning. "And their daughters?"  

"Yes," Rajat nodded. "They are... wild. But you have to handle them."  

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to tell him.  

"Rajat," I sobbed. "Do you know what happened here? Just an hour ago? Mummy ji... she... she used a plastic thing on me. A strap on. She pounded me like a man. And Papa ji... he watched. He licked me. He made me suck him afterwards to clean him! It was disgusting!"  

I waited for him to get angry. I waited for him to stand up and say he would kill his father for touching his wife.  

Rajat didn't move. He looked down at the floor.  

"Coward," I whispered.  

"Just do what Mummy ji tells you to do," Rajat said, his voice barely audible. "She knows the game better than anyone. If she is training you... it means she thinks you can win."  

"You want me to do that again?" I screamed.  

Rajat looked up. His eyes were cold now.  

"Did you hate it?" he asked.  

I froze. "What?"  

"You are crying now," Rajat said, standing up and walking towards me. "But tell me the truth. Did you hate it? How much did you scream?"  

My face burned hot. "Rajat..."  

"You enjoyed it? Yes?" he pressed, his voice rising. "So stop crying, Disha. Stop acting like a victim."  

"I..." I stammered. I couldn't lie. My body had enjoyed it. The shame was eating me alive, but the pleasure had been real.  

"You just want the property," I spat back, trying to defend myself.  

Rajat grabbed my shoulders. He shook me gently.  

"You just made 2 crores in one day, Disha," he said intensely. "People work for 20 years and don't make that kind of money. Imagine how much more you can make. If you get Rakesh Chacha... if you get Suresh Chacha... we could have hundreds of crores. We could be kings."  

He let go of me.  

"Start cooperating," he said firmly. "Get some sleep. We leave next week."  

He turned off the lights and got into bed, turning his back to me.  

I lay there in the dark, staring at his back. I hated him. I hated his greed. But as I touched the 2 crore papers on the nightstand, I realized I was trapped. I had tasted the money, and I had tasted the pleasure.  

I wiped my tears. I would go on the next mission. I would face Neha Bhabhi. But deep down, I knew the night wasn't over. Mummy ji had said we would practice daily. I knew she would be coming for me again tomorrow, and a part of me... a dark, twisted part of me... was already waiting for it.