21-02-2026, 06:31 PM
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Scene 4
Next morning came quick after that tense call. Shanti woke up early, fed the small kid his milk and some mashed banana to keep him full. He was happy, playing a bit before napping again. Raj was quiet, avoiding her eyes, still hurt from last night. Shanti felt a mix of guilt and thrill, like she was stepping into a new world. She chose a transparent kameez, no bra underneath, her heavy breasts feeling free but half full from feeding. She dbangd a thick dupatta to cover up properly for outside. In the living room, Raj sat staring at his hands, feeling like a loser.
Shanti: I am ready. He will be here any minute.
Raj looked up, his eyes going wide when he saw the sheer fabric showing a bit under the dupatta. He felt jealous and small.
Raj: You are wearing that? Without... without proper clothes underneath?
The doorbell rang sharp. Raj got up slow and opened it. Jagat Singh's driver stood there, straight and respectful.
Driver: Sir is waiting for Madam in the car.
Shanti's heart jumped with excitement. She brushed past Raj without saying bye, feeling a rush.
Shanti: I am coming.
She hurried out to the street. The driver opened the silver Mercedes S-Class door. Shanti slid into the soft seat, close to Jagat Singh. As the door shut, cutting off the outside noise, she let the dupatta slide off her shoulders on purpose, showing the sheer kameez tight on her chest. She felt bold, like teasing him.
Jagat Singh: My god, Shanti. You are so full. You are looking like a Queen.
Shanti blushed, liking how he looked at her, feeling powerful.
Shanti: You like it, Seth Ji? I wore it just for you. I will hide myself from the public, but when we are alone... the dupatta falls.
Jagat felt overcome, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her close to his old body.
Jagat Singh: You are a masterpiece. My hidden treasure.
Jagat leaned in slow for a soft kiss on her cheek, like a gentleman. But right then, Shanti turned to say something, and their lips met by accident. It was soft but deep, sending a spark through her.
Shanti pulled back quick, eyes wide, face red. She looked out the window, feeling shy but excited.
Shanti: Oh! Seth Ji... I... I am so shy.
Jagat was stunned but smiled warm, reassuring her.
Jagat Singh: Shanti, please look at me. I apologize. That is not how I wanted our first kiss to be. I respect you immensely, my dear. I am a thorough gentleman.
Shanti looked back through her lashes, smiling shy.
Shanti: It... it is okay, Seth Ji.
The car moved smooth through the city, reaching the fancy shopping area. They walked together for an hour, talking about life and love. Shanti felt the power shifting, like a weird romance. They sat in a high-end cafe to rest, empty around them.
Jagat Singh: You took off your old ring today.
Shanti looked at her bare finger, tracing it. She felt like old life was gone.
Shanti: I woke up this morning and it felt... wrong to wear it. Everything is changing.
Jagat made sure no one was looking, pulled out a velvet box. He opened it, showing a huge diamond ring, and slid it on her finger.
Jagat Singh: Then wear this. A new life requires a new promise. Will you accept this, Shanti?
Shanti's eyes filled with joy, the diamond sparkling big.
Shanti: Yes, Seth Ji! Oh my god, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!
Driver took them to Tanishq. Manager rushed to greet Jagat.
Jagat Singh: Pack that one. And the solid gold bangles next to it.
Shanti touched the heavy gold, voice shaking from his spending.
Shanti: Seth Ji, this is too much. It is so heavy...
Jagat leaned close, whispering possessive in her ear, making her shiver.
Jagat Singh: Nothing is too heavy for you, my queen. I want you dripping in my gold. I want the world to know whose woman you are.
They went to Nalli Silks, piles of bright fabrics around.
Shanti: This red... it feels like silk against the skin.
Jagat watched her hips move as she held the saree against her body.
Jagat Singh: Take it. And the green one as well. Take five of them. I want to unwrap you from these silks myself, Shanti. Very slowly.
A thrill ran down Shanti's back at his words, she bit her lip playful.
Shanti: You are very naughty today, Seth Ji.
Last stop was MAC cosmetics. Shanti sat while Jagat picked.
Jagat Singh: This color. Wear this for me on our wedding night. Only this.
Shanti looked up, feeling fully his, the luxury pulling her in.
Shanti: I will, Seth Ji. I am completely yours.
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Next morning came quick after that tense call. Shanti woke up early, fed the small kid his milk and some mashed banana to keep him full. He was happy, playing a bit before napping again. Raj was quiet, avoiding her eyes, still hurt from last night. Shanti felt a mix of guilt and thrill, like she was stepping into a new world. She chose a transparent kameez, no bra underneath, her heavy breasts feeling free but half full from feeding. She dbangd a thick dupatta to cover up properly for outside. In the living room, Raj sat staring at his hands, feeling like a loser.
Shanti: I am ready. He will be here any minute.
Raj looked up, his eyes going wide when he saw the sheer fabric showing a bit under the dupatta. He felt jealous and small.
Raj: You are wearing that? Without... without proper clothes underneath?
The doorbell rang sharp. Raj got up slow and opened it. Jagat Singh's driver stood there, straight and respectful.
Driver: Sir is waiting for Madam in the car.
Shanti's heart jumped with excitement. She brushed past Raj without saying bye, feeling a rush.
Shanti: I am coming.
She hurried out to the street. The driver opened the silver Mercedes S-Class door. Shanti slid into the soft seat, close to Jagat Singh. As the door shut, cutting off the outside noise, she let the dupatta slide off her shoulders on purpose, showing the sheer kameez tight on her chest. She felt bold, like teasing him.
Jagat Singh: My god, Shanti. You are so full. You are looking like a Queen.
Shanti blushed, liking how he looked at her, feeling powerful.
Shanti: You like it, Seth Ji? I wore it just for you. I will hide myself from the public, but when we are alone... the dupatta falls.
Jagat felt overcome, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her close to his old body.
Jagat Singh: You are a masterpiece. My hidden treasure.
Jagat leaned in slow for a soft kiss on her cheek, like a gentleman. But right then, Shanti turned to say something, and their lips met by accident. It was soft but deep, sending a spark through her.
Shanti pulled back quick, eyes wide, face red. She looked out the window, feeling shy but excited.
Shanti: Oh! Seth Ji... I... I am so shy.
Jagat was stunned but smiled warm, reassuring her.
Jagat Singh: Shanti, please look at me. I apologize. That is not how I wanted our first kiss to be. I respect you immensely, my dear. I am a thorough gentleman.
Shanti looked back through her lashes, smiling shy.
Shanti: It... it is okay, Seth Ji.
The car moved smooth through the city, reaching the fancy shopping area. They walked together for an hour, talking about life and love. Shanti felt the power shifting, like a weird romance. They sat in a high-end cafe to rest, empty around them.
Jagat Singh: You took off your old ring today.
Shanti looked at her bare finger, tracing it. She felt like old life was gone.
Shanti: I woke up this morning and it felt... wrong to wear it. Everything is changing.
Jagat made sure no one was looking, pulled out a velvet box. He opened it, showing a huge diamond ring, and slid it on her finger.
Jagat Singh: Then wear this. A new life requires a new promise. Will you accept this, Shanti?
Shanti's eyes filled with joy, the diamond sparkling big.
Shanti: Yes, Seth Ji! Oh my god, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!
Driver took them to Tanishq. Manager rushed to greet Jagat.
Jagat Singh: Pack that one. And the solid gold bangles next to it.
Shanti touched the heavy gold, voice shaking from his spending.
Shanti: Seth Ji, this is too much. It is so heavy...
Jagat leaned close, whispering possessive in her ear, making her shiver.
Jagat Singh: Nothing is too heavy for you, my queen. I want you dripping in my gold. I want the world to know whose woman you are.
They went to Nalli Silks, piles of bright fabrics around.
Shanti: This red... it feels like silk against the skin.
Jagat watched her hips move as she held the saree against her body.
Jagat Singh: Take it. And the green one as well. Take five of them. I want to unwrap you from these silks myself, Shanti. Very slowly.
A thrill ran down Shanti's back at his words, she bit her lip playful.
Shanti: You are very naughty today, Seth Ji.
Last stop was MAC cosmetics. Shanti sat while Jagat picked.
Jagat Singh: This color. Wear this for me on our wedding night. Only this.
Shanti looked up, feeling fully his, the luxury pulling her in.
Shanti: I will, Seth Ji. I am completely yours.
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