01-04-2026, 10:13 AM
Chapter 8 Three minds. Three different storms
Rathore leaned back against the headboard, eyes half-closed in pleasure, his thick cock still glistening with Ambika’s saliva. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up roughly.
“Suck it, bitch,” he ordered, voice low and rough.
Ambika stared at his cock in disbelief. He had just erupted all over her face and mangalsutra only few minutes ago, yet it was already thickening again, veins pulsing, the head swollen and angry red. *How is he hard again so fast?* she thought, a mix of shock and shameful arousal twisting in her belly. She had never seen a man recover this quickly — not her husband, not anyone.
She leaned forward obediently, lips parting wide, and took him into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly around the head, tasting the salty mix of his previous load and her own juices. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed her head.
Rathore groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it… good little whore. Use that married mouth properly.”
He slapped her ass hard, the sound cracking through the room. “Lift your ass higher. I want to see that wet cunt while you suck me.”
Ambika whimpered around his cock but obeyed, raising her ass higher, knees spread wider on the bed. Rathore’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers roughly parting her soaked pussy lips.
“Fuck… look at this sloppy slutty cunt,” he growled. “Dripping like a tap even after I used you so hard.”
He suddenly wanted more. He wanted to taste her while she worshipped him.
“Bring your ass closer, di,” he commanded, slapping her ass again. “We’re doing 69. Now.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her body up, flipping her so her dripping pussy hovered directly over his face while her mouth stayed locked around his cock. In one smooth motion they were in position — Ambika on top in a perfect 69, her heavy breasts pressed against his abs, her wet cunt inches from his mouth.
Rathore didn’t waste time. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue dragging slowly from her clit all the way up her slit, tasting her sweet, tangy juices.
“Mmm… your cunt tastes better,” he groaned against her folds, the vibration making her moan loudly around his cock.
Ambika’s body shuddered. The feeling was new, overwhelming — his hot tongue licking her most private place for the first time while she sucked him. She felt completely dominated, exposed, and helplessly aroused.
Rathore is not actually interested in licking any woman’s pussy but today he wanted something filthier.
He suddenly lifted her entire body upside down — holding her like she weighed nothing — and stood up from the bed. Ambika gasped around his cock as the world flipped. Now she was completely inverted, head down, legs over his shoulders, her mouth still stuffed full of his thick cock while her pussy was level with his face.
Ambika was shocked and was really uncomfortable to suck him in this position but she was not dared to protest against rathore.
So she continued to blow him.
Rathore walked a few steps to the side table, still carrying her effortlessly, his cock sliding deeper into her throat with every movement.
He grabbed the bottle of Scotch.
“Time to make your pussy taste like liquor,” he said with a dark chuckle.
He tilted the bottle and poured a thin stream of cold Scotch directly onto her spread pussy. The alcohol burned slightly against her sensitive folds. Ambika moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and desperate.
Rathore buried his face between her thighs again, licking the liquor from her clit, sucking it from her dripping hole, his tongue thrusting inside her while the Scotch mixed with her juices.
“Fuck… you taste even better like this,” he growled, lapping greedily. “Drunk married cunt… now this my favorite drink.”
Ambika’s body trembled violently. The sensation was too much — upside down, throat full of his cock, his tongue fucking her pussy while the alcohol burned and tingled. She was getting close, dangerously close to cumming.
Her phone started ringing again — ** Hubby Calling**.
She panicked, trying to pull her mouth off his cock to beg.
Rathore grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her head back down, shoving his cock deeper into her throat.
“Only a few seconds, bitch,” he snarled against her pussy. “Answer it. But don’t you dare stop sucking.”
Ambika, still upside down and shaking, somehow managed to reach for the phone with one trembling hand and swiped to answer.
“H-Hello…” she gasped, voice muffled and broken because Rathore’s cock was still buried deep in her throat.
Rathore licked her clit harder, sucking it between his lips while he poured more Scotch directly onto her pussy and drank it straight from her folds.
Venkatesan’s worried voice came through. “Ambika? Where are you? It’s getting late…”
Ambika tried to speak normally, but Rathore’s tongue was relentless, flicking her clit faster. She moaned into the phone, the sound barely disguised as a cough.
“I’m… almost done with shopping, honey…” she managed, voice shaky and high-pitched. “Will start in… ahh… thirty minutes…”
She couldn't speak any further, and I was worried her husband might get suspicious because of the noises. So she quickly ended the call and tossed her phone aside.
Rathore grinned against her cunt. He grabbed her hair with both hands, forcing her mouth to take every inch of his cock while he licked her furiously.
Both of them were now locked in a standing 69 — Ambika completely upside down, legs over his shoulders, throat stuffed full of his cock, while Rathore stood tall, devouring her dripping, liquor-soaked pussy like a starving man.
The scene was pure filth — erotic, dominating, and completely depraved.
Rathore’s hips started thrusting into her mouth, fucking her throat while his tongue attacked her clit without mercy.
Ambika’s body tensed. She was going to cum.
Rathore felt it. He sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking rapidly.
With a muffled, broken scream around his cock,
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh yes Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhh “
Ambika came hard — her pussy gushing, thighs shaking violently against his head.
At the same moment, Rathore groaned deeply and exploded.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes bitch take it” “uffffffffffff”
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her throat, shooting straight down while she swallowed desperately, choking and gagging as he kept cumming.
Both of them came together — hard, filthy, and completely in sync.
Rathore held her upside down for a few more seconds, making sure she swallowed every drop, before finally lowering her back onto the bed.
Ambika lay there gasping, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth, body still twitching from the intense orgasm.
Rathore laid back on the bed, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down at Ambika’s cum-covered lips and the sticky mess on her mangalsutra.
Rathore wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at her with dark satisfaction.
He ran his thumb across her lower lip, smearing his seed.
“How was my return gift, bitch?” he asked, voice low and mocking. “Liked it?”
Ambika could only nod weakly, too ashamed and exhausted to speak.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear:
“And remember, bitch… make sure you do your welcoming ritual next time,” he said with a cunning smile.
Ambika knew exactly what he meant the welcoming ritual she hated the most with Rathore, the one that had luckily been skipped today.
Rathore chuckled darkly. “Fine bitch. Let’s do that next week. Now come and bathe me. I have to go out.”
Ambika silently got up, legs still shaky. She had grown used to this routine — serving him like a personal slave. Bathing him, feeding him when he was on calls, pouring his drinks, cleaning his cock after he used her. She hated it… and yet some twisted, shameful part of her had started to crave the power he held over her.
She followed him into the luxurious bathroom. Both of them were completely naked. Rathore stood under the shower as Ambika turned it on, warm water cascading over his muscular body. She picked up the soap and began to lather his hairy chest, her full, heavy breasts pressing and sliding against his hard muscles as she washed him slowly, seductively, the way he liked.
Rathore closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her soft, soapy tits massaging his body.
Ambika’s hands moved lower, soaping his abs, then his thick thighs. She knew this was the moment. She had to ask him now, while he was relaxed and in control.
“Rathore…” she whispered, voice hesitant as she rubbed soap over his chest again, deliberately pressing her breasts harder against him. “There’s something I need to talk about…”
He opened one eye, amused. “hmmmm Speak, bitch. But don’t stop soaping my body.”
Ambika swallowed hard. Her hands moved down to his cock and ass, gently cleaning it while she spoke.
“It’s about my younger sister… Sanjana. She finished MBBS and got a seat for PG. We paid 1.5 crore to an MLA for the admission… but he cheated us. Took all the money and disappeared. That was all our parents’ savings. She has no seat now.”
Rathore’s cock twitched in her soapy hand. He was already getting hard again.
Ambika continued, voice soft and pleading as she stroked him slowly, seductively.
“Only you can help… you have the influence. You can get the money back… or get her the seat. Please… I have no one else who can help in this issue.”
She pressed her soapy breasts against his chest again, looking up at him with wet, desperate eyes — a perfect mix of submission and seduction.
Rathore’s hand came down and slapped her ass hard under the running water.
“Keep applying soap in my dick too, I want your hands to work while you beg, bitch,” he growled, clearly aroused by her plea. “You want me to fix your sister’s problem now ? But we just fixed your husband’s transfer right?”
Ambika was amused how rathore’s dick hard. But silently nodded, still gently jerking his cock with her soapy hand.
“I know… I know I’m asking too much… but she’s my blood I Can’t let my parents suffer because of this. Please…”
Rathore groaned as her hand worked him faster. His cock throbbed in her grip.
Just then, his phone started ringing on the bathroom counter.
He glanced at it, then looked back at Ambika with a wicked smile.
“Answer it for me asshole,” he ordered. “Put it on speaker. And don’t stop applying soap.”
Ambika obeyed immediately, reaching for the phone with one hand while the other kept her other hand soaping his balls and his thick, soapy shaft.
She swiped to answer and put it on speaker.
A man’s voice came through — one of Rathore’s guys from the government office.
“Sir, the file status… A guy called Shankar is still holding it. He hasn’t cleared it yet.”
Rathore’s eyes darkened with irritation, but his cock twitched harder in Ambika’s hand.
“Fine, keep watching him,” he replied coldly, his voice steady even as Ambika stroked him faster. “Wait for today. If he doesn’t approve it, go for Plan A for now. We’ll make him regret it later.”
He ended the call and looked down at Ambika with a hint of irritation. She was still on her knees, her soapy breasts pressed against his thigh, her hand obediently working his cock, balls, and thighs.
Suddenly, he pinched her nipples hard.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ambika let out a sharp scream.
“Asshole, finish what you started, bitch,” he snapped. “Soap me properly and clean my body quickly. And while you’re at it, talk. Do some multitasking, bitch. Use those big boobs properly on my body.”
He slapped her ass sharply while giving the instructions, his face twisted in anger.
Ambika’s face turned red. She was scared by Rathore’s sudden irritation, but she understood he was even more annoyed after the phone call. Obediently, she continued soaping and massaging his body, using her hands and breasts like a devoted servant.
After a few minutes, Rathore began to relax.
He grabbed her hair slowly, pulled her face up, and kissed her deeply for a moment while her soapy breasts continued sliding over his body.
He broke the kiss but kept his grip on her hair, then spat on her face.
Ambika felt deeply degraded and ashamed by the act, yet she still looked up into his eyes, hoping he would speak more calmly now.
“You see, bitch?” he said, his face now calm. “I’m already dealing with plenty of problems here. But don’t worry… I’ll handle your sister’s seat too. So, what’s her name again?”
“Sanjana, right?”
“Hmm… let me see,” he spoke casually about her sister, asking a few questions about the MLA and college details while enjoying her bathing service with his eyes closed.
Meanwhile at office……..
Ravi sat at his desk, the file open in front of him like a bomb. As he flipped through the final pages, his eyes widened. The numbers were staggering. What he had thought was a small boundary correction involving a few acres of poramboke land was actually the tip of a 400-crore scam — benami holdings, fake survey reports, multiple layers of shell companies. What the hell is this ??
His hands trembled slightly as he closed the file. This wasn’t just corruption. This was massive. Dangerous. He felt a strong, instinctive surge — this was wrong. Deeply wrong. He could not approve it. He would not.
At the same moment, one of Rathore’s men sitting in the corner of the hall watched Ravi through the glass partition. He quickly dialed a number.
“Sir, the file status… A guy called Shankar is still holding it. He hasn’t cleared it yet.”
“go for plan A for now, we’ll make him regret it later” rathore’s voice from other end
“ok sir”the call ended in the government office…………..
Back in the apartment ……………………..
Ambika had just finished explaining everything about her sister Sanjana, the MLA and the college details
Rathore listened while she helped him dress, buttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, still naked herself, cum still faintly visible on her mangalsutra.
When she finished speaking, Rathore gave a slow, predatory smile.
“Okay, fine” he said casually. “Let’s me do this for you bitch but let me meet your sister too. Is she got milky boobs like you?” rathore a gave wink followed by a cunning smile.
Ambika froze. Her heart sank. She sensed exactly what he meant. The same hungry look he had given her two months ago was now shifting toward Sanjana.
She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady.
“I.. I… I’ll check with her,” she whispered, helping him put on his jacket. “Next week… ok ?
we all can sit and talk. Just talk don’t worry much.
Then Let’s call the MLA too and fix it same day.”
Rathore chuckled darkly, enjoying her obvious discomfort.
“Good bitch . Bring your younger bitch … sorry younger sister. “ Slapped her ass
“ Three of us next week… will meet in my resort… I will handle everything.”
Ambika helped him adjust his collar, her mind racing. *He wants her. Just like he wanted me.* She knew how dangerous he was. She could not let Sanjana fall into his trap. She also would need to get the money back or the seat somehow… but for that she would never let her younger sister become another one of his sluts. NEVER
She was in bigger trouble now.
And so was Ravi.
**Meanwhile, in Anna Nagar…**
The pooja had ended beautifully.
Priya sat with a peaceful smile as the ladies praised the arrangements, the fragrance of house lingering sweetly in the air. She felt satisfied, content, her mangalsutra resting warm and pure against her chest. Everything felt right. Blessed.
She had no idea that the man who would soon shatter that peace was already planning his next move.
**Three minds. Three different storms.**
**Ravi’s mind:**
400 crores… this is not a small scam. This is a monster. If I clear this file, I become part of it. If I refuse… what will they do to me? I cannot bend. I will not. But will this bring any damage to my family?*
**Priya’s mind:**
*The pooja went so well today. The mangalsutra feels even more blessed. Everything is peaceful. Ravi will be home soon. Why do I still feel this strange unease in my heart? It’s nothing… just my imagination.*
**Ambika’s mind:**
*I have to save Sanjana. I cannot let her fall into Rathore’s hands like I did. But how? I am already his whore. If I refuse him, he will destroy Venkatesan. If I agree… I will destroy my own sister.
The Evil named Rathore was no longer just watching.
He was moving.
And he was coming for all of them.
Rathore leaned back against the headboard, eyes half-closed in pleasure, his thick cock still glistening with Ambika’s saliva. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up roughly.
“Suck it, bitch,” he ordered, voice low and rough.
Ambika stared at his cock in disbelief. He had just erupted all over her face and mangalsutra only few minutes ago, yet it was already thickening again, veins pulsing, the head swollen and angry red. *How is he hard again so fast?* she thought, a mix of shock and shameful arousal twisting in her belly. She had never seen a man recover this quickly — not her husband, not anyone.
She leaned forward obediently, lips parting wide, and took him into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly around the head, tasting the salty mix of his previous load and her own juices. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed her head.
Rathore groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it… good little whore. Use that married mouth properly.”
He slapped her ass hard, the sound cracking through the room. “Lift your ass higher. I want to see that wet cunt while you suck me.”
Ambika whimpered around his cock but obeyed, raising her ass higher, knees spread wider on the bed. Rathore’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers roughly parting her soaked pussy lips.
“Fuck… look at this sloppy slutty cunt,” he growled. “Dripping like a tap even after I used you so hard.”
He suddenly wanted more. He wanted to taste her while she worshipped him.
“Bring your ass closer, di,” he commanded, slapping her ass again. “We’re doing 69. Now.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her body up, flipping her so her dripping pussy hovered directly over his face while her mouth stayed locked around his cock. In one smooth motion they were in position — Ambika on top in a perfect 69, her heavy breasts pressed against his abs, her wet cunt inches from his mouth.
Rathore didn’t waste time. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue dragging slowly from her clit all the way up her slit, tasting her sweet, tangy juices.
“Mmm… your cunt tastes better,” he groaned against her folds, the vibration making her moan loudly around his cock.
Ambika’s body shuddered. The feeling was new, overwhelming — his hot tongue licking her most private place for the first time while she sucked him. She felt completely dominated, exposed, and helplessly aroused.
Rathore is not actually interested in licking any woman’s pussy but today he wanted something filthier.
He suddenly lifted her entire body upside down — holding her like she weighed nothing — and stood up from the bed. Ambika gasped around his cock as the world flipped. Now she was completely inverted, head down, legs over his shoulders, her mouth still stuffed full of his thick cock while her pussy was level with his face.
Ambika was shocked and was really uncomfortable to suck him in this position but she was not dared to protest against rathore.
So she continued to blow him.
Rathore walked a few steps to the side table, still carrying her effortlessly, his cock sliding deeper into her throat with every movement.
He grabbed the bottle of Scotch.
“Time to make your pussy taste like liquor,” he said with a dark chuckle.
He tilted the bottle and poured a thin stream of cold Scotch directly onto her spread pussy. The alcohol burned slightly against her sensitive folds. Ambika moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and desperate.
Rathore buried his face between her thighs again, licking the liquor from her clit, sucking it from her dripping hole, his tongue thrusting inside her while the Scotch mixed with her juices.
“Fuck… you taste even better like this,” he growled, lapping greedily. “Drunk married cunt… now this my favorite drink.”
Ambika’s body trembled violently. The sensation was too much — upside down, throat full of his cock, his tongue fucking her pussy while the alcohol burned and tingled. She was getting close, dangerously close to cumming.
Her phone started ringing again — ** Hubby Calling**.
She panicked, trying to pull her mouth off his cock to beg.
Rathore grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her head back down, shoving his cock deeper into her throat.
“Only a few seconds, bitch,” he snarled against her pussy. “Answer it. But don’t you dare stop sucking.”
Ambika, still upside down and shaking, somehow managed to reach for the phone with one trembling hand and swiped to answer.
“H-Hello…” she gasped, voice muffled and broken because Rathore’s cock was still buried deep in her throat.
Rathore licked her clit harder, sucking it between his lips while he poured more Scotch directly onto her pussy and drank it straight from her folds.
Venkatesan’s worried voice came through. “Ambika? Where are you? It’s getting late…”
Ambika tried to speak normally, but Rathore’s tongue was relentless, flicking her clit faster. She moaned into the phone, the sound barely disguised as a cough.
“I’m… almost done with shopping, honey…” she managed, voice shaky and high-pitched. “Will start in… ahh… thirty minutes…”
She couldn't speak any further, and I was worried her husband might get suspicious because of the noises. So she quickly ended the call and tossed her phone aside.
Rathore grinned against her cunt. He grabbed her hair with both hands, forcing her mouth to take every inch of his cock while he licked her furiously.
Both of them were now locked in a standing 69 — Ambika completely upside down, legs over his shoulders, throat stuffed full of his cock, while Rathore stood tall, devouring her dripping, liquor-soaked pussy like a starving man.
The scene was pure filth — erotic, dominating, and completely depraved.
Rathore’s hips started thrusting into her mouth, fucking her throat while his tongue attacked her clit without mercy.
Ambika’s body tensed. She was going to cum.
Rathore felt it. He sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking rapidly.
With a muffled, broken scream around his cock,
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh yes Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhh “
Ambika came hard — her pussy gushing, thighs shaking violently against his head.
At the same moment, Rathore groaned deeply and exploded.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes bitch take it” “uffffffffffff”
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her throat, shooting straight down while she swallowed desperately, choking and gagging as he kept cumming.
Both of them came together — hard, filthy, and completely in sync.
Rathore held her upside down for a few more seconds, making sure she swallowed every drop, before finally lowering her back onto the bed.
Ambika lay there gasping, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth, body still twitching from the intense orgasm.
Rathore laid back on the bed, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down at Ambika’s cum-covered lips and the sticky mess on her mangalsutra.
Rathore wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at her with dark satisfaction.
He ran his thumb across her lower lip, smearing his seed.
“How was my return gift, bitch?” he asked, voice low and mocking. “Liked it?”
Ambika could only nod weakly, too ashamed and exhausted to speak.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear:
“And remember, bitch… make sure you do your welcoming ritual next time,” he said with a cunning smile.
Ambika knew exactly what he meant the welcoming ritual she hated the most with Rathore, the one that had luckily been skipped today.
Rathore chuckled darkly. “Fine bitch. Let’s do that next week. Now come and bathe me. I have to go out.”
Ambika silently got up, legs still shaky. She had grown used to this routine — serving him like a personal slave. Bathing him, feeding him when he was on calls, pouring his drinks, cleaning his cock after he used her. She hated it… and yet some twisted, shameful part of her had started to crave the power he held over her.
She followed him into the luxurious bathroom. Both of them were completely naked. Rathore stood under the shower as Ambika turned it on, warm water cascading over his muscular body. She picked up the soap and began to lather his hairy chest, her full, heavy breasts pressing and sliding against his hard muscles as she washed him slowly, seductively, the way he liked.
Rathore closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her soft, soapy tits massaging his body.
Ambika’s hands moved lower, soaping his abs, then his thick thighs. She knew this was the moment. She had to ask him now, while he was relaxed and in control.
“Rathore…” she whispered, voice hesitant as she rubbed soap over his chest again, deliberately pressing her breasts harder against him. “There’s something I need to talk about…”
He opened one eye, amused. “hmmmm Speak, bitch. But don’t stop soaping my body.”
Ambika swallowed hard. Her hands moved down to his cock and ass, gently cleaning it while she spoke.
“It’s about my younger sister… Sanjana. She finished MBBS and got a seat for PG. We paid 1.5 crore to an MLA for the admission… but he cheated us. Took all the money and disappeared. That was all our parents’ savings. She has no seat now.”
Rathore’s cock twitched in her soapy hand. He was already getting hard again.
Ambika continued, voice soft and pleading as she stroked him slowly, seductively.
“Only you can help… you have the influence. You can get the money back… or get her the seat. Please… I have no one else who can help in this issue.”
She pressed her soapy breasts against his chest again, looking up at him with wet, desperate eyes — a perfect mix of submission and seduction.
Rathore’s hand came down and slapped her ass hard under the running water.
“Keep applying soap in my dick too, I want your hands to work while you beg, bitch,” he growled, clearly aroused by her plea. “You want me to fix your sister’s problem now ? But we just fixed your husband’s transfer right?”
Ambika was amused how rathore’s dick hard. But silently nodded, still gently jerking his cock with her soapy hand.
“I know… I know I’m asking too much… but she’s my blood I Can’t let my parents suffer because of this. Please…”
Rathore groaned as her hand worked him faster. His cock throbbed in her grip.
Just then, his phone started ringing on the bathroom counter.
He glanced at it, then looked back at Ambika with a wicked smile.
“Answer it for me asshole,” he ordered. “Put it on speaker. And don’t stop applying soap.”
Ambika obeyed immediately, reaching for the phone with one hand while the other kept her other hand soaping his balls and his thick, soapy shaft.
She swiped to answer and put it on speaker.
A man’s voice came through — one of Rathore’s guys from the government office.
“Sir, the file status… A guy called Shankar is still holding it. He hasn’t cleared it yet.”
Rathore’s eyes darkened with irritation, but his cock twitched harder in Ambika’s hand.
“Fine, keep watching him,” he replied coldly, his voice steady even as Ambika stroked him faster. “Wait for today. If he doesn’t approve it, go for Plan A for now. We’ll make him regret it later.”
He ended the call and looked down at Ambika with a hint of irritation. She was still on her knees, her soapy breasts pressed against his thigh, her hand obediently working his cock, balls, and thighs.
Suddenly, he pinched her nipples hard.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ambika let out a sharp scream.
“Asshole, finish what you started, bitch,” he snapped. “Soap me properly and clean my body quickly. And while you’re at it, talk. Do some multitasking, bitch. Use those big boobs properly on my body.”
He slapped her ass sharply while giving the instructions, his face twisted in anger.
Ambika’s face turned red. She was scared by Rathore’s sudden irritation, but she understood he was even more annoyed after the phone call. Obediently, she continued soaping and massaging his body, using her hands and breasts like a devoted servant.
After a few minutes, Rathore began to relax.
He grabbed her hair slowly, pulled her face up, and kissed her deeply for a moment while her soapy breasts continued sliding over his body.
He broke the kiss but kept his grip on her hair, then spat on her face.
Ambika felt deeply degraded and ashamed by the act, yet she still looked up into his eyes, hoping he would speak more calmly now.
“You see, bitch?” he said, his face now calm. “I’m already dealing with plenty of problems here. But don’t worry… I’ll handle your sister’s seat too. So, what’s her name again?”
“Sanjana, right?”
“Hmm… let me see,” he spoke casually about her sister, asking a few questions about the MLA and college details while enjoying her bathing service with his eyes closed.
Meanwhile at office……..
Ravi sat at his desk, the file open in front of him like a bomb. As he flipped through the final pages, his eyes widened. The numbers were staggering. What he had thought was a small boundary correction involving a few acres of poramboke land was actually the tip of a 400-crore scam — benami holdings, fake survey reports, multiple layers of shell companies. What the hell is this ??
His hands trembled slightly as he closed the file. This wasn’t just corruption. This was massive. Dangerous. He felt a strong, instinctive surge — this was wrong. Deeply wrong. He could not approve it. He would not.
At the same moment, one of Rathore’s men sitting in the corner of the hall watched Ravi through the glass partition. He quickly dialed a number.
“Sir, the file status… A guy called Shankar is still holding it. He hasn’t cleared it yet.”
“go for plan A for now, we’ll make him regret it later” rathore’s voice from other end
“ok sir”the call ended in the government office…………..
Back in the apartment ……………………..
Ambika had just finished explaining everything about her sister Sanjana, the MLA and the college details
Rathore listened while she helped him dress, buttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, still naked herself, cum still faintly visible on her mangalsutra.
When she finished speaking, Rathore gave a slow, predatory smile.
“Okay, fine” he said casually. “Let’s me do this for you bitch but let me meet your sister too. Is she got milky boobs like you?” rathore a gave wink followed by a cunning smile.
Ambika froze. Her heart sank. She sensed exactly what he meant. The same hungry look he had given her two months ago was now shifting toward Sanjana.
She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady.
“I.. I… I’ll check with her,” she whispered, helping him put on his jacket. “Next week… ok ?
we all can sit and talk. Just talk don’t worry much.
Then Let’s call the MLA too and fix it same day.”
Rathore chuckled darkly, enjoying her obvious discomfort.
“Good bitch . Bring your younger bitch … sorry younger sister. “ Slapped her ass
“ Three of us next week… will meet in my resort… I will handle everything.”
Ambika helped him adjust his collar, her mind racing. *He wants her. Just like he wanted me.* She knew how dangerous he was. She could not let Sanjana fall into his trap. She also would need to get the money back or the seat somehow… but for that she would never let her younger sister become another one of his sluts. NEVER
She was in bigger trouble now.
And so was Ravi.
**Meanwhile, in Anna Nagar…**
The pooja had ended beautifully.
Priya sat with a peaceful smile as the ladies praised the arrangements, the fragrance of house lingering sweetly in the air. She felt satisfied, content, her mangalsutra resting warm and pure against her chest. Everything felt right. Blessed.
She had no idea that the man who would soon shatter that peace was already planning his next move.
**Three minds. Three different storms.**
**Ravi’s mind:**
400 crores… this is not a small scam. This is a monster. If I clear this file, I become part of it. If I refuse… what will they do to me? I cannot bend. I will not. But will this bring any damage to my family?*
**Priya’s mind:**
*The pooja went so well today. The mangalsutra feels even more blessed. Everything is peaceful. Ravi will be home soon. Why do I still feel this strange unease in my heart? It’s nothing… just my imagination.*
**Ambika’s mind:**
*I have to save Sanjana. I cannot let her fall into Rathore’s hands like I did. But how? I am already his whore. If I refuse him, he will destroy Venkatesan. If I agree… I will destroy my own sister.
The Evil named Rathore was no longer just watching.
He was moving.
And he was coming for all of them.
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