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

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Scene 6

After that hot moment in the car, the driver dropped Shanti back to her flat. She walked in quiet, her body still buzzing from Jagat's touch and smell. Raj was there with the small kid, who had eaten some mashed food but cried for her milk. She took the kid in the other room, opened her blouse to breastfeed him quick, avoiding Raj's eyes.

Days went by fast, full of tension at home. Raj barely talked, just took care of the kid. Now, it was the weekend, time for the small wedding at the Haveli. But first, the Haldi. Jagat insisted Raj come as witness, bringing the small kid. The grand courtyard was sunny, smelling of marigolds, sandalwood, and spices. Shanti sat in the middle on a fancy wooden stool, wearing just a short yellow sleeveless blouse and thin petticoat. Her heavy, milk-full breasts pushed hard against the fabric. Pandit was chanting, blessing the silver bowl of Haldi paste. In the shadows by the pillars, Raj held the sleeping small kid to his chest, his shirt wet with sweat, eyes stuck on Shanti, feeling like dying inside.

Pandit Ji: Seth Ji, the mahurat is completely auspicious now. Let the female servants come forward and apply the sacred Haldi to the bride.
Jagat sat in his big armchair, raising his hand like a king.

Jagat Singh: Stop. No servant will touch her today. Leave the bowl, Pandit Ji. And all of you women... leave this courtyard at once.
Pandit looked confused, hesitating.

Pandit Ji: But Seth Ji, it is tradition for the women...
Jagat's voice echoed loud, showing his power.

Jagat Singh: I am the tradition in this Haveli. Only I have the right to anoint my bride. Leave us.
The servants hurried away. Pandit bowed and left. Now just Jagat, Shanti, and broken Raj with the kid. Jagat got up slow, using his cane, eyes full of dirty hunger as he went to the bowl.
Shanti looked up at him, breathing shallow, knowing Raj was watching. She felt exposed, but a dark thrill too.

Shanti: Seth Ji... everyone has left. Raj is right over there. He is watching us.

Jagat Singh: Let him watch, my queen. He needs to witness the reality of his choice. He needs to understand exactly what he has traded to me.
In the shadows, Raj whispered to himself, rocking the small kid, tears burning his eyes. He felt like a nothing, emasculated fully.

Raj: I cannot look. I cannot watch him touch her. God, why is this happening? Ten crores. Remember the ten crores, Raj. Just look at the floor.
Jagat stood right in front of Shanti, positioning so he could see Raj over her head.

Jagat Singh: Look up, Raj. Look at your wife. See how the sun catches her skin.
Raj lifted his head slow, voice cracking, feeling crushed.

Raj: Yes, Seth Ji. She... she looks beautiful.
Jagat smirked wicked, feeling like a winner.

Jagat Singh: Beautiful is a small word for a queen.
Jagat put his Haldi-covered hands on Shanti’s bare shoulders, pressing firm, spreading the wet paste slow and sensual. Shanti felt his warm hands, a moan slipping out, her body reacting despite Raj watching.

Shanti: Ahh... Seth Ji... your hands are so warm. It feels... heavy.

Jagat Singh: It is the heat of a man who has finally purchased his ultimate prize, Shanti. Your flesh is so soft. So incredibly soft. It drinks the oil like it has been thirsty for years.
Shanti closed her eyes, giving in to his control, leaning back a little. She felt wanted, powerful in a twisted way.

Shanti: Yes, Seth Ji. I am yours to prepare.
Jagat dipped fingers again, scooping more Haldi. He locked eyes with Raj, voice loud enough for him.

Jagat Singh: You kept her hidden in poverty, Raj. You starved this magnificent creature of the luxury she was born to wear. Look at how her body responds to wealth.
A tear fell from Raj's eye, holding the kid tighter. He felt like a failure husband and father.

Raj: I did my best, Seth Ji. I gave her what I had. The money... the ten crores will change everything for us.

Jagat Singh: It changes nothing for you today, Raj. From today, she is mine.
Jagat brought wet hands to Shanti’s neck base. He didn't stop, sliding bold down into her deep, sweaty cleavage, rubbing the paste right on her lactating breasts swelling from the tiny blouse. Shanti gasped loud, back arching, the touch public and violating but sending heat through her.

Shanti: Ohh! Seth Ji... deeper... it is so cooling...
Jagat's breath got rough, tharki side out full as he massaged her heavy chest with the paste, eyes still on Raj.

Jagat Singh: Is this cooling, my sweet Shanti? Or does it burn? Does it burn knowing your husband is standing right there, watching another man worship the very breasts that feed his child?
Shanti panted, drunk on the cruelty and his claim. She felt bad for Raj but excited by the power.

Shanti: It burns, Seth Ji... it burns so beautifully. Paint me... paint all of me in your gold.
Raj sobbed quiet, couldn't look away from the horrible but hypnotic sight. He felt dead inside.

Raj: God forgive me. Please, let this year pass quickly. I am dead inside.
Jagat pulled hands back slow, leaving Shanti's chest, neck, arms shiny with Haldi. He wiped on a towel, smiling calm but scary at Raj.

Jagat Singh: The year has not even begun, Raj. And she already belongs to the Haveli. I have more preparations to make with my bride.
Raj look away, steps heavy, fully defeated.
Shanti opened her eyes, watching Raj's back, then looked at Jagat with a corrupted smile. She felt no pity, just thrill.

Shanti: You are a very cruel man, my Tharki Seth.
Jagat reached down, pinching her Haldi-smeared cheek soft.

Jagat Singh: Only to those who cannot afford you, my dear. Now, let me finish what I started.