Adultery The Unbreakable Mangalsutra ( Updated March 25)

[bananna123]

Chapter 6: Say My Name
 
 

By 4:20 p.m., the chief’s door finally opened. Ravi, who had been waiting restlessly, immediately stood up and walked toward the chamber.
 
Venkatesan noticed him and called out, 
 
“Shankar, come inside.”
 
The late-afternoon light slanted through the blinds, turning the dust motes gold.
 
Ravi entered and sat straight across the desk. The file lay between them like an unspoken accusation. Venkatesan’s hands rested on the table, fingers slightly trembling.
 
“I guess you know why I was looking for you,” Venkatesan said quietly.  Ravi shook his head. 
 
“No, sir. But I guessed it might be about this file… or the transfer you mentioned last week.”
 
Venkatesan gave a tired sigh.“ Yes the file, see ravi... I was like you once, you know that” he said, voice low. “Honest. Stubborn. Thought the rules mattered more than anything.”
 
He paused, gaze drifting inward. 
 
Two months ago flashed behind his eyes again — the hulk’s fist slamming into his face twice, the sickening crack as his tooth gave way, blood flooding his mouth.  His wife Ambika on her knees before the hulk, clutching the man’s legs, voice shattered as she begged,
 
 “Please… don’t… please…” 
 
Venkatesan had braced for the worst, but the man only smirked, wiped his knuckles on Venkatesan’s shirt, and left. 
 
Nothing more happened other than the transfer. Yet the fear had never left. 
 
It lived in the slight shake of his hand even now. 
 
He blinked hard and returned to the present.
 
“Behind this file… they are not just brokers. Dangerous ones. I’m advising you as a friend — just consider and move it forward. It’s for your own good.”
 
Ravi remained calm but firm.
 
Venkatesan leaned back slightly and added,
 
“Also… the transfer is confirmed. I’m leaving this place.”Ravi’s face fell. 
 
He nodded silently, not wanting to push further.
 
“But before I leave,” Venkatesan paused, his voice turning heavier,
 
“I want you to change your stand.
 
Take another look at the file and reconsider. Please.”
 
Ravi met his eyes steadily. “Okay, sir. I’ll review it tonight.”
 
Inside, however, he felt no fear. Whatever warning Venkatesan was trying to give, it wasn’t enough to shake him.
 
“But I need to leave soon. There’s a pooja at home for Priya’s mangalsutra.
 
I think she invited Ambika too. Is she coming?”
 
Venkatesan’s expression darkened slightly.
 
“Ambika… I’m not sure. She’s not herself these days. Quiet. Distant. Maybe I’ll ask her.”
 
 
Venkatesan reached for his phone. 
 
“You go now. Finish what you can and head home.” 
 
Ravi stood, but paused at the door. “Sir… just one thing. Who is the person really behind this file?”
 
Venkatesan’s thumb hovered over Ambika’s number saved as LOVE in his contacts. 
 
He pressed call. The phone rang on speaker — low, insistent, filling the quiet chamber. 
 
Once. Twice. Three times.
 
No answer.


Across the city, in a sleek high-rise apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering OMR skyline at dusk, Ambika’s phone vibrated relentlessly on the nightstand.
 
 
The screen glowed coldly: Hubby calling.
 
She didn’t even glance at it.
 
 Didn’t dare.
 
She was bent forward over the edge of the king-sized bed, completely naked, wrists loosely but firmly bound to the headboard. 
 
Her fat ass was raised high, thighs quivering from the strain, skin already marked with angry red handprints blooming across both plump ass cheeks.
 
Sweat slicked her back, dripping down the curve of her spine. Her breathing came in ragged, desperate gasps.
 
 
The man behind her — tall, heavily muscled, voice like crushed gravel — gripped her hips with bruising force, fingers digging deep into her soft flesh. 
 
He slammed his thick cock into her wet cunt with brutal, savage strokes, each powerful thrust forcing sharp, broken moans from her throat. 
 
The obscene, wet slapping of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with her choked whimpers and his low, animalistic growls.
 
He suddenly lifted one leg and planted his foot on the side of her face, pressing her cheek harder into the mattress, pinning her down like a bitch in heat.
 
“Say my nameee"
 
Ambika’s phone continued to vibrate insistently on the nightstand — Hubby calling !!!
 
Tears filled her eyes. Her hubby is calling her but she could not attend the call. She knew exactly what would happen if she picks the call without his permission. 
 
Then he brought his leg down and cracked his palm viciously across her jiggling ass cheeks — once, twice — the sharp smacks echoing loudly.
 
“Say my name, whore,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding. Ambika’s breath hitched violently. 
 
Tears filled her eyes — a sick mix of overwhelming pleasure and real fear twisting inside her. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back, but another brutal thrust ripped a whimper from her.
 
Wrong answer.
 
 
"Say my name, you fucking slut " 
 
 
His hand came down again — vicious and possessive — the loud crack ringing through the room. 
 
"Smack" .... " Smack" 
 
Fresh pain bloomed across her burning ass as tears spilled down her cheeks.  “SAY,” he snarled, leaning over her back, hot breath against her ear.
 
 
 “Say it like the cock-hungry bitch you are. Or I’ll stop and make you beg for it.”
 
She sobbed once, broken and quiet, then the word tore from her trembling lips in a whisper.
 
“…Rathore…”
 
He rewarded her with a deep, punishing thrust, grinding his cock balls-deep inside her dripping cunt until her thighs shook violently.
 
One hand left her hip and fisted tightly in her hair, forcing her head back, making her arch like a whore.
 
“Louder,” he growled, voice dripping with menace. 
 
“Scream it. Let your husband hear who really owns this tight married cunt and fat ass.”
 
Ambika’s body betrayed her completely — her pussy clenching greedily around his thick cock, waves of shameful pleasure crashing through her even as fresh tears ran down her face. Fear and ecstasy collided, leaving her trembling, broken, and utterly owned.
 
She screamed the name, voice raw and shattered.
 
“Rathoreeeeeee!!”
 
Another brutal slap landed on her jiggling ass, making the flesh ripple.
 
“Good fucking bitch,” he snarled, his pace turning savage and relentless, pounding her cunt like he owned it. 
 
“Again. Louder. Let that phone hear who this slut belongs to now.”
 
Her phone kept buzzing frantically in the background, ignored.
 
Ambika sobbed the name twice, voice breaking completely as tears and filthy pleasure mixed together.
 
“Rathore!!” 
“Raathoreeeeeeeeeeee!!”
 
 
The name exploded into the air — once in trembling surrender, once in raw, filthy ecstasy laced with fear, and once in complete, devastating ownership.
 
Ambika’s phone finally fell silent. The call had gone unanswered.
 
Ravi had already left the chamber moments earlier, the door clicking shut softly behind him. Venkatesan never got the chance to say the name aloud.
 
The name that was in his mind 
 
Rathore....
 
The name now burned silently in three places.In the high-rise apartment, it echoed between sweat-soaked sheets, moaned breathlessly from Ambika’s lips.
 
In the quiet Tahsildar office, it echoed in Venkatesan’s terrified mind… and would soon take root in Ravi’s. 
 
 
At home in Anna Nagar, 
 
Priya stood dressed and ready for her mangalsutra pooja. Everything looked perfect.
 
Yet a quiet unease refused to leave her. An unknown stranger… an unnamed threat… hovered in the back of her mind, slowly disturbing the peace of this sacred evening.
 
 
And yes… the name would reach Priya too.
 
Sooner than anyone imagined.
 
Rathore is cumming soon....