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

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Scene 8

After the sweet feeding, the syrup taste still on Shanti's lips, the hall felt even heavier. Raj rocked the small kid in the shadows, trying to keep him quiet after a quick feed from a bottle he prepared earlier. The kid was fussy but settled. Pandit raised hands, moving to the next part. The fire crackled, and Shanti felt Jagat's hand still warm on her waist, making her body hum with want.

Pandit Ji: Seth Ji, the time has come. Please rise for the pheras. The final seven rounds around the holy fire to bind your souls for this lifetime.
Jagat stood slow, leaning on his cane one hand, other reaching out strong.

Jagat Singh: Come, Shanti. Stand up. Leave the last pieces of your poverty on those cushions.
Shanti got up graceful, the heavy saree falling around her curves. She put her hand in his, chest moving heavy.

Shanti: I am standing with you, my Seth Ji. I am ready to walk.

Pandit Ji: The witness must stand as well. Raj, stand and bear witness to the pheras.
Raj pushed up, legs shaking, holding the small kid tight. Tears ran down his face, feeling like a ghost.

Raj: I am standing. I am watching it all, Seth Ji.
Jagat gripped Shanti’s hand tight, pulling her close as they started slow circles around the fire. The heat matched the thick lust in the air.

Jagat Singh: With every step, Shanti, you are walking deeper into my gold. You are walking further away from that broken man crying in the dark.
Shanti stared at the fire, smiling breathless, excited. She bumped her hips against his leg on purpose.

Shanti: I know, Seth Ji. I can feel you. I want to drown in your love and luxury.
Raj sobbed quiet, watching her body move with Jagat, the small kid warm against him but no comfort.

Raj: She doesn't even look back. Ten crores... she sold us completely. God, the way she presses against him... she loves it.
Pandit's chants got faster as they finished the seventh round. They faced each other, fire showing Jagat's old weakness and Shanti's young glow.

Pandit Ji: The pheras are complete. Now, Seth Ji, apply the sindoor. Mark her as yours forever.
Jagat dropped his cane loud on the floor. He took the red powder, eyes on fire. He looked past Shanti at crying Raj, then dragged the powder heavy through her hair parting.

Jagat Singh: You wear my color now. You wear my wealth. You are my property, Shanti.
Shanti looked up, chest heaving, fully given to the twisted pull.

Shanti: Yes, my Tharki Seth. I am completely yours.
But Jagat didn't stop there. Dropping all tradition act, he took her face in his old shaking hands. Right by the fire, with Pandit chanting, and Raj broken in front, he pulled Shanti into a deep, hungry kiss.
Raj gasped loud, knees weak, clutching the small kid.

Raj: No... please... not like this...
It wasn't a quick peck. It was long, wet, consuming, Jagat showing full ownership. He crushed her body against his, hands sliding from face to shoulders, mapping her back curves hard, pressing her heavy chest flat to his beating heart. Paid by money, fueled by hidden tharki lust, the kiss felt like the real start.

Shanti moaned loud into his mouth, not pulling away, but giving in full. She wrapped arms tight around his neck, melting, opening mouth to make it dirtier, public show of her new side.

Shanti: Mmmm... Seth Ji...
Jagat broke slow, panting, lips wet. Hands gripped her waist, staring at Raj weeping into the kid's body.

Jagat Singh: Look at her, Raj. Look at how she kisses a man who can actually afford her.
Shanti rested head on Jagat's chest, eyes half shut, flushed with heat and power. She didn't look at Raj stumbling in the back.