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

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Scene 5

After the shopping spree, Shanti felt loaded with bags of gold, silks, and makeup. Her finger had the new diamond ring shining, making her feel like a different woman. They got back in the Mercedes, trunk full, and the car started moving smooth towards home. But Shanti's home? No, Jagat's Haveli was pulling her now. She leaned back in the seat, the sheer kameez tight on her heavy chest from the day's heat. The small kid was back at the flat with Raj, probably needing a feed soon, but Shanti pushed that thought away, focusing on Jagat next to her.

The doors shut, sealing them in the plush leather. Everything felt private, like a secret world.
Jagat closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The AC mixed the air, and her smell hit him hard, sweat from walking in the market, Chanel perfume, and that sweet, warm musk from her lactating body. His eyes opened quick, hunger replacing his polite face.

Jagat Singh: You smell... incredible, Shanti. Like raw, magnificent womanhood. Like honey and heavy cream.

Shanti smiled soft, feeling his hot gaze. She let her dupatta slide fully to her lap on purpose, showing her braless curves under the sheer fabric. Her body felt alive, teasing him.

Shanti: It is just the heat, Seth Ji. We walked a lot today in the market.
Jagat shifted closer, his old hand tracing her collarbone above the neckline. He felt excited, like a young man again.

Jagat Singh: No. It is not just the heat. It is you. You are driving me absolutely mad, Shanti. I have been a patient gentleman all day, but breathing you in... it makes me a very greedy man.
The smell was like a drug to him, bringing out his hidden tharki side under all that rich manners. His eyes locked on her big curves pushing against the thin fabric.

Shanti: You bought me so much today, Seth Ji. You own all my time now. You are allowed to be a little greedy.
Jagat's hand moved lower, his thumb brushing the edge of her neckline, right above her cleavage. He felt her heat.

Jagat Singh: Even ten crores is not enough for this body, Shanti. For this exact warmth. I can smell the life overflowing in you. The milk, the sweat... it is making an old man feel dangerously, foolishly young again.
Shanti gasped soft, her body reacting, nipples hardening under the fabric. She felt a rush, wrong but thrilling.

Shanti: Ah... Seth Ji... the driver is sitting right in front of us...
Jagat smiled dark, tharki fully out. He leaned into her neck, inhaling deep and aggressive.

Jagat Singh: The glass is soundproof, my queen. He cannot hear a single sigh. And he dare not look in the rear view mirror. You are mine to consume. Right here.
He pressed his nose on her neck's soft skin, breathing in the deep, motherly, sexy smell from her heavy chest. Shanti threw her head back on the seat, half acting submissive, half really thrilled by his rich, desperate lust. Her hands gripped the leather tight.

Shanti: You are very bad, Seth Ji. A true Tharki. What will you possibly do to me when we are finally locked alone in your Haveli?
Jagat groaned low, pulling back a bit, eyes full of wild desire.

Jagat Singh: I will ruin you, Shanti. I will worship every single inch of this magnificent body until you forget you ever had a husband waiting for you. That scent... I am going to drown in it every night for a year.
Shanti smiled wicked, feeling triumphant. She knew she had him hooked, not just by the contract, but by his uncontrollable want for her body. The car kept moving, but inside, the tension was thick, like something big was starting.