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

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Scene 7

After the Haldi, Shanti went to a room in the Haveli to wash off the paste. Her skin felt tingly from Jagat's hands, a mix of shame and excitement running through her. She thought of the small kid with Raj in the guest quarters, probably needing a feed soon, but she pushed it away, focusing on the heavy red Kanjeevaram saree she dbangd on. The blouse was tight, her heavy lactating chest pushing against it, gold jewelry cold on her warm skin. She felt changed, not Raj's poor wife anymore, but Jagat's expensive bride. Raj sat in the cold guest room, holding the crying small kid, feeding him some mashed fruit to calm him. The ten crores felt like a curse now, crushing his chest. Evening came, time for the small wedding.

The Mandap was in the big hall, lit only by the sacred fire's flames. Just four people in the huge space. Pandit Ji chanted old Sanskrit. Jagat and Shanti sat on soft cushions. Behind them, Raj as the 'witness' to his own destruction, arms heavy with the sleeping small kid after the feed.

Pandit Ji: The fire is the ultimate witness, Seth Ji. It purifies all bonds.
Jagat stared at the fire, a dark smirk on his old face, feeling powerful.

Jagat Singh: There is another witness tonight, Pandit Ji. A man who understands the true price of this bond. Is that not right, Raj?
Raj's voice came weak from the shadows, hollow inside.

Raj: Yes, Seth Ji. I am witnessing it. Everything.
Shanti didn't look back at Raj. The firelight played on her diamond ring and gold necklace on her deep cleavage. She breathed heavy, chest moving up and down, feeling high from the setup.
Pandit kept chanting. Jagat ignored the proper distance, sliding close, pulling Shanti tight against him. His old hand went under her saree folds, resting bold on her bare waist, thumb tracing her hip slow under the silk. Shanti felt his touch like fire, a gasp coming out.

Shanti: Seth Ji... the Pandit Ji is right here...
Jagat whispered hot in her ear, his breath on her earrings.

Jagat Singh: Let him chant. My prayers are already answered, Shanti. Look at how perfectly you fit against me. You were made for this Haveli. For my hands.
Raj's tears fell quiet. He saw Jagat's hand moving on Shanti's waist. He looked for disgust on her face, but saw flushed pleasure, heavy eyes. She was enjoying it, and it broke him more.

Pandit Ji: Now, the groom must feed the bride the sacred sweet, marking his promise to provide for her every hunger.
Jagat took a piece of the syrupy sweet, not handing it, but pushing it to her lips with his fingers.

Jagat Singh: Open for me, my queen. Taste the life I am giving you.
Shanti locked eyes with him, parting lips, taking the sweet slow from his fingers. He kept his thumb there, pressing her lower lip, wiping syrup erotic slow.

Jagat Singh: Is it sweet, Shanti? Is it as sweet as the ten crores waiting for you?
Shanti closed eyes, leaning her cheek on his hand, breasts rising fast under the blouse.

Shanti: It is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, my Tharki Seth. I am starving for everything you have to give me.
Raj shut his eyes tight, face in the small kid's body. His wife was lost, glowing under the old man's touch, eaten by greed and want. He whispered to himself.

Raj: God... just let this end. Let me disappear.
Jagat turned a bit, seeing Raj broken, smiling as he pulled Shanti tighter.

Jagat Singh: It is just the beginning, Raj. She is mine now. Body, soul, and scent.
Shanti opened eyes, glancing quick at Raj. No sorry in her look, just cold pride of selling herself for big money, eager to take it.