The Tharki(Horny) Transaction: Old rich man remarries for lust- 8 Videos[part 1-done]

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Scene 2 (extended)

Shanti came home late that night, her mind still spinning from what happened at the community hall. She had taken the envelope from Seth Jagat Singh, feeling its weight like a secret bomb. The auto ride back was quiet, but inside her head, everything was loud. Now, in their small, cluttered flat, the fan was whirring, making the air a bit less hot. The small kid, only six months old, was asleep in the next room after she fed him some mashed rice and her milk before leaving for the event. Raj was on the old sofa, looking tired as always.

Shanti paced the living room, holding the thick envelope tight. Her face showed shock and something exciting, like she found a hidden treasure but it scared her too.

Shanti: Raj, you won't believe what happened tonight.
Raj looked up, seeing her tense face. He sat straighter, worry in his eyes.

Raj: What is it, Shanti? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or won the lottery.
She stopped pacing and held out the envelope like it might bite her. Her hands shook a little.

Shanti: He gave me this. Jagat Singh. The old Seth.
Raj took it carefully, feeling how heavy it was. He frowned, confused.

Raj: Jagat Singh? What would he give you? Did he want you to organize something for him?
Shanti's eyes were wide, her heart beating fast. She felt pity for Raj but also angry at their poor life.

Shanti: Just... read it, Raj. Read what it says inside.
Raj pulled out the papers. His eyes moved over the words, then got big with shock. His face turned white as he saw the dirty details, the one year, and the huge money.

Raj: What... what in God's name is this, Shanti? This is... this is obscene!
Shanti threw her hands up, her voice full of desperation. She thought of the small kid sleeping, how this money could change everything.

Shanti: I know! I know it is! But... ten crores, Raj! Ten crores!
Raj dropped the papers on the table like they burned him. His voice got loud, hurt deep inside.

Raj: So, you're actually considering this? Selling yourself to that... that old tharki? For money?
Shanti's anger came out, mixed with her own confusion. She looked around the cramped room, the peeling walls, and felt trapped.

Shanti: What else, Raj? What else do we have? Look at this life! Look at these walls! You talk about your business, your dreams, but nothing ever happens!
Raj's face crumpled, like she slapped him. He felt small, like a failure.

Raj: Are you saying... are you saying I'm not enough? That our life isn't enough?
Shanti's eyes softened a bit, seeing his pain, but then she got strong again. She thought of the small kid, how he deserved better.

Shanti: It's not about you, Raj. It's about us. It's about our small kid. Imagine what ten crores could do! Your business... it could actually happen! We could have a real home, a real future! No more worries, no more struggling!
Raj put his face in his hands, the big offer crushing him like a stone. He imagined her with that old man, every day.

Raj: One year, Shanti? One year... with him? Every day?
Shanti knelt down in front of him, her voice begging but sure. She touched his knee, trying to make him see.

Shanti: It’s a year, Raj. A long year, yes. But it’s for a lifetime. For our lifetime. And for our small kid’s life. Think of it as... a business investment. The ultimate sacrifice, perhaps, but for the ultimate gain.

Raj lifted his head slowly, eyes red. He stared at the papers, feeling shame but also tempted by the money. The small kid's soft breathing from the next room made the silence heavier, like their future was waiting.

From the next room, the small kid made a little cry, maybe hungry again. Shanti glanced that way, her heart pulling, but she stayed focused on Raj. He nodded weakly, broken inside but seeing no other way.