18-04-2026, 09:00 PM
Chapter 4: The Election Meeting
One afternoon, the entire slum was buzzing with excitement.
Reddy Sir had come to our area along with the MLA for an election campaign meeting. My husband Rajesh and the other rowdies had worked hard since morning, calling every family in the lane, arranging chairs, putting up banners, and making sure a big crowd gathered.
I stood in the middle of the crowd wearing my pink saree tied extremely low on my hips, with a matching pink blouse and pink petticoat. Underneath, I had worn my white bra and brown panties. The pink saree was dbangd tightly over my wide hips and plump ass cheeks, and because it sat so low, my deep, round navel was fully exposed. The pink blouse stretched tightly over my heavy boobs, making deep cleavage visible, and my thick nipples poked prominently through the thin pink blouse fabric. The white bra was clearly visible through the pink blouse, and the brown panties created a clear panty line over my ass cheeks that showed through the thin pink saree.
On the stage, my innocent husband Rajesh stood proudly right behind Reddy Sir along with the other rowdies. He was standing tall with his chest puffed out, looking as if he himself was contesting in the election. There was a big, innocent smile on his face. He had no idea that if he continued as a rowdy, there was no real future for him or for our family. He didn’t understand that men like Muthu were growing rich because they got gas agencies, while he would remain poor and struggling forever if he stayed like this.
Reddy Sir was sitting on the stage with the MLA. While everyone was listening to the speeches, his eyes suddenly found me in the crowd. The moment he saw me, his gaze turned hungry. He stared shamelessly at my big boobs pushing against the pink blouse, at my deep navel, and at the way the pink saree clung to my wide hips and plump ass cheeks. His eyes kept moving to the visible white bra through my blouse and the brown panty line over my ass cheeks over the pink saree.
His mouth literally watered. I could see him swallowing hard while his eyes moved up and down my body without any shame. He was ogling me so openly and lustfully that it made me extremely uncomfortable. I was a married woman, loyal to my husband, and this powerful old man was devouring me with his eyes right in front of everyone — while my innocent husband stood proudly behind him on the same stage, completely unaware.
But I had no other choice.
This was my only chance to get a gas agency like Muthu had received. If I wanted my husband to become the owner of a gas agency and make our family rich — richer than my sisters and my entire family — I could not afford to show my discomfort.
So instead of looking away or showing anger, I forced a soft, sweet smile and looked straight at Reddy Sir.
That single smile hit him like lightning.
His eyes widened in surprise. He never expected a respectable, married woman like me to smile back at him so willingly. His face flushed with sudden excitement. He kept staring at me even more intensely, his gaze now filled with raw hunger and new hope. He licked his lips slowly while his eyes stayed locked on my boobs, navel, and hips.
That one smile from me had driven him completely crazy.
I was not trying to seduce Reddy Sir at all.
I had no intention of sleeping with him. I truly loved my husband Rajesh with all my heart. He was my everything. I had left my rich family and respect only for him. The thought of betraying him made me feel sick with guilt.
But I was desperate.
I wanted to talk to Reddy Sir in person and convince him to give one gas agency to my husband, just like he had given to Muthu. I wanted to tell him that I would manage the entire agency myself — the accounts, the customers, the cylinders, everything. I knew I was educated and smart enough to turn it into a cash cow for our family. I wanted my sons to have a better life. I wanted us to become richer than my sisters and my entire family.
The problem was — I had no idea how to approach him.
My husband Rajesh was standing right behind Reddy Sir on the stage, looking so proud and innocent. He was completely unaware of anything. If I went near the stage or tried to talk to Reddy Sir now, Rajesh would see it. Everyone in the crowd would notice. I felt completely stuck and clueless.
The woman standing right next to me was Lakshmi Akka — a well-known lady from the next street. She was in her late thirties, married, and had known me since I moved into the slum. She suddenly leaned very close to my ear, her warm breath brushing against my skin.
"Sudha… look at Reddy Sir," she whispered, her voice low and shocked. "He is completely gone mad for you today."
She paused for a second, then continued with a mix of excitement and concern.
"His mouth is watering so much… I can see him swallowing again and again while staring at your heavy boobs in that tight pink blouse. Your nipples are poking so hard through the fabric… he can’t take his eyes off them. It looks like he wants to rip that pink blouse open and suck your nipples right here."
Lakshmi Akka’s voice dropped even lower, turning almost husky.
"Now his eyes have moved down to your deep navel… he is licking his lips like he wants to push his tongue deep inside it. And look at the way he is staring at your ass… the brown panty line is clearly visible over your plump ass cheeks through the pink saree. He is imagining grabbing those juicy ass cheeks and spreading them wide. His cock is fully hard… I can see the big bulge in his dhoti. He is breathing so heavily… that old man wants to fuck you so badly, Sudha."
Her erotic whispering made my cheeks burn with shame and my pussy throb with unwanted heat. I felt extremely uncomfortable, but I had no choice.
I forced a soft, sweet smile and looked at Reddy Sir politely, pretending everything was normal.
That innocent smile from me hit him like a thunderbolt.
His eyes widened with shock and uncontrollable lust. He never expected a respectable, married Tamil housewife like me to smile back at him so sweetly and willingly. That single smile made his lust explode. He kept staring at me with even more intensity, his mouth still watering, his dirty old mind clearly imagining all the filthy things he wanted to do to my boobs, my tight pussy, and my juicy ass cheeks.
At that moment, I knew one thing for sure.
I badly wanted to meet him in person and talk to him about the gas agency for my husband.
I stood there in the crowd, my heart racing, still forcing that soft smile toward Reddy Sir while his hungry eyes continued to devour my body.
I turned slightly toward Lakshmi Akka and whispered very softly so no one else could hear.
"Lakshmi Akka… can you please do me a favour? Can you arrange a private meeting with Reddy Sir through your husband? But my husband Rajesh should not know anything about it."
Lakshmi Akka’s eyes widened in shock. She looked at me for a long moment before leaning even closer, her voice low and worried.
"Sudha… are you mad? If Reddy Sir meets you alone, he will definitely try to enjoy you. That man has no control when it comes to beautiful women. He won’t spare any woman he likes. He has taken so many married women before… some by force, some by temptation. Once he sets his eyes on someone, he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants."
She paused, then continued in a hushed, urgent tone.
"And you… you look exactly like actress Anushka Shetty. Same sharp, expressive eyes, same high cheekbones, same full lips, same heavy boobs, same curvy body and that perfect mix of homely beauty and raw sex appeal. Reddy Sir is already crazy for you. If you meet him alone, he will definitely try to enjoy you. He will want to touch your boobs, squeeze your ass cheeks, suck your nipples, and push his cock inside your pussy. I am telling you honestly… he will not let you go without fucking you."
I felt a shiver run through me, but I kept my voice steady and whispered back.
"I am not going there for anything like that, Akka. I am only going to request him for a decent job for my husband. Something steady, not this rowdy work anymore. That’s all. I just want a better future for my family."
Lakshmi Akka shook her head slowly, her face full of concern.
"You are playing with fire, Sudha. Reddy Sir is not a normal man. Once he sets his eyes on someone who looks like you, he becomes obsessed. I am warning you… don’t meet him in person. It is too dangerous."
I looked down for a second, then held her hand gently and whispered with urgency in my voice.
"Please, Akka… I have no other way. My husband will never ask for himself. I need your help. Please ask your husband to arrange one private meeting with Reddy Sir. I will only talk about a proper job for Rajesh. Nothing else. I promise."
Lakshmi Akka stared at me for a long time, clearly torn. She let out a heavy sigh and finally nodded slowly.
"Okay… I will talk to my husband and try to arrange it. But remember what I said. Be very careful, Sudha. Once you are alone with Reddy Sir, things can go out of control very quickly."
I gave her a small nod of thanks, my heart still pounding.
Deep inside, I was desperate for that gas agency for my husband. I wanted to become rich — so rich that I could stand proudly in front of my three sisters and show them that I was no longer the failure of the family. I wanted to wipe away all the pity and laughter they had thrown at me. I wanted my sons to live a life of comfort and respect. For that, I was ready to do whatever it took.
After the meeting ended, Reddy Sir left along with the MLA without even looking in my direction again. I stood there feeling deeply disappointed. All my hopes of talking to him today were shattered.
Lakshmi Akka noticed my sad face and whispered gently,
"He was very busy today with the MLA, Sudha. My husband also said it’s not possible to arrange a meeting right now. Don’t worry too much."
I felt totally disappointed and helpless.
That’s when my husband called out to me from near the stage. I walked towards him slowly. Some people were taking selfies with the MLA, and Reddy Sir was standing a little away, waiting.
I reached my husband and whispered urgently,
"Please go and talk to Reddy Sir about the gas agency. This is a good chance."
My husband’s face suddenly turned angry. He looked at me sharply and yelled in a low but firm voice,
"Not now, Sudha! It is not a good time to talk about such things in front of everyone. Forget about the gas agency. I am happy with what I have. Stop bringing this up again and again!"
His words hurt me deeply. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I almost cried right there.
Just then, Reddy Sir called out loudly,
"Rajesh! Come here."
My husband, being the loyal rowdy he was, immediately ran towards Reddy Sir who was standing next to the MLA in the crowd. I followed slowly behind him.
As I walked towards them, Reddy Sir’s eyes were all over me. He watched every step I took with raw hunger. His gaze moved shamelessly from my heavy boobs that bounced gently inside the tight pink blouse with each step, to my deep navel that was fully exposed because of how low my pink saree was tied, and then down to my wide hips and plump ass cheeks that swayed and jiggled softly under the thin pink saree. The brown panty line was clearly visible over my ass cheeks through the saree, making my big, soft ass look even more tempting. His mouth watered again as he stared at my thick nipples poking through the pink blouse and the way my saree clung to my juicy thighs.
When we reached him, I gathered courage, folded my hands politely and introduced myself in a sweet, respectful voice.
"Namaskara Sir. I am Sudha… wife of Rajesh."
Reddy Sir smiled warmly, his voice polite and friendly.
"I know who you are, Sudha. Rajesh’s wife. How can I forget such a beautiful and respectful woman?"
I continued in the same polite and friendly tone,
"Sir, I wanted to talk to you in person about something important."
Reddy Sir nodded slowly, still looking at me with that same intense but now polite smile.
"I am very busy right now with the MLA. But if you really want to talk, you can meet me personally at the election meeting on the outskirts of the city this evening."
He quickly took out his card from his pocket and handed it to me discreetly.
"Contact me on this number when you reach. I will make time for you."
I took the card with trembling fingers and whispered nervously,
"Sir… I can’t meet you alone in the evening. My husband won’t allow it."
Reddy Sir gave a small, understanding smile and said in a low but friendly voice,
"Don’t worry about that. I will tell your husband that my wife and daughters are going to the temple this evening for a special pooja and ask him to send you along with them. He will agree."
Before I could reply, Reddy Sir called my husband back.
"Rajesh, come here."
My husband quickly came running. Reddy Sir smiled warmly at him and said,
"Rajesh, my wife and daughters are going to the temple this evening for a special pooja. Why don’t you send Sudha along with them? It will be good for her."
My innocent and loyal husband nodded immediately without any doubt and said proudly,
"Of course Sir. My wife can definitely go with your family. I will tell her."
I smiled sweetly at my husband, pretending to be happy and grateful. Reddy Sir also gave my husband a big smile, but his eyes flicked back to me with hidden lust before he left along with the MLA.
I stood there holding his card tightly in my hand, my heart beating fast with nervousness and desperation.
One afternoon, the entire slum was buzzing with excitement.
Reddy Sir had come to our area along with the MLA for an election campaign meeting. My husband Rajesh and the other rowdies had worked hard since morning, calling every family in the lane, arranging chairs, putting up banners, and making sure a big crowd gathered.
I stood in the middle of the crowd wearing my pink saree tied extremely low on my hips, with a matching pink blouse and pink petticoat. Underneath, I had worn my white bra and brown panties. The pink saree was dbangd tightly over my wide hips and plump ass cheeks, and because it sat so low, my deep, round navel was fully exposed. The pink blouse stretched tightly over my heavy boobs, making deep cleavage visible, and my thick nipples poked prominently through the thin pink blouse fabric. The white bra was clearly visible through the pink blouse, and the brown panties created a clear panty line over my ass cheeks that showed through the thin pink saree.
On the stage, my innocent husband Rajesh stood proudly right behind Reddy Sir along with the other rowdies. He was standing tall with his chest puffed out, looking as if he himself was contesting in the election. There was a big, innocent smile on his face. He had no idea that if he continued as a rowdy, there was no real future for him or for our family. He didn’t understand that men like Muthu were growing rich because they got gas agencies, while he would remain poor and struggling forever if he stayed like this.
Reddy Sir was sitting on the stage with the MLA. While everyone was listening to the speeches, his eyes suddenly found me in the crowd. The moment he saw me, his gaze turned hungry. He stared shamelessly at my big boobs pushing against the pink blouse, at my deep navel, and at the way the pink saree clung to my wide hips and plump ass cheeks. His eyes kept moving to the visible white bra through my blouse and the brown panty line over my ass cheeks over the pink saree.
His mouth literally watered. I could see him swallowing hard while his eyes moved up and down my body without any shame. He was ogling me so openly and lustfully that it made me extremely uncomfortable. I was a married woman, loyal to my husband, and this powerful old man was devouring me with his eyes right in front of everyone — while my innocent husband stood proudly behind him on the same stage, completely unaware.
But I had no other choice.
This was my only chance to get a gas agency like Muthu had received. If I wanted my husband to become the owner of a gas agency and make our family rich — richer than my sisters and my entire family — I could not afford to show my discomfort.
So instead of looking away or showing anger, I forced a soft, sweet smile and looked straight at Reddy Sir.
That single smile hit him like lightning.
His eyes widened in surprise. He never expected a respectable, married woman like me to smile back at him so willingly. His face flushed with sudden excitement. He kept staring at me even more intensely, his gaze now filled with raw hunger and new hope. He licked his lips slowly while his eyes stayed locked on my boobs, navel, and hips.
That one smile from me had driven him completely crazy.
I was not trying to seduce Reddy Sir at all.
I had no intention of sleeping with him. I truly loved my husband Rajesh with all my heart. He was my everything. I had left my rich family and respect only for him. The thought of betraying him made me feel sick with guilt.
But I was desperate.
I wanted to talk to Reddy Sir in person and convince him to give one gas agency to my husband, just like he had given to Muthu. I wanted to tell him that I would manage the entire agency myself — the accounts, the customers, the cylinders, everything. I knew I was educated and smart enough to turn it into a cash cow for our family. I wanted my sons to have a better life. I wanted us to become richer than my sisters and my entire family.
The problem was — I had no idea how to approach him.
My husband Rajesh was standing right behind Reddy Sir on the stage, looking so proud and innocent. He was completely unaware of anything. If I went near the stage or tried to talk to Reddy Sir now, Rajesh would see it. Everyone in the crowd would notice. I felt completely stuck and clueless.
The woman standing right next to me was Lakshmi Akka — a well-known lady from the next street. She was in her late thirties, married, and had known me since I moved into the slum. She suddenly leaned very close to my ear, her warm breath brushing against my skin.
"Sudha… look at Reddy Sir," she whispered, her voice low and shocked. "He is completely gone mad for you today."
She paused for a second, then continued with a mix of excitement and concern.
"His mouth is watering so much… I can see him swallowing again and again while staring at your heavy boobs in that tight pink blouse. Your nipples are poking so hard through the fabric… he can’t take his eyes off them. It looks like he wants to rip that pink blouse open and suck your nipples right here."
Lakshmi Akka’s voice dropped even lower, turning almost husky.
"Now his eyes have moved down to your deep navel… he is licking his lips like he wants to push his tongue deep inside it. And look at the way he is staring at your ass… the brown panty line is clearly visible over your plump ass cheeks through the pink saree. He is imagining grabbing those juicy ass cheeks and spreading them wide. His cock is fully hard… I can see the big bulge in his dhoti. He is breathing so heavily… that old man wants to fuck you so badly, Sudha."
Her erotic whispering made my cheeks burn with shame and my pussy throb with unwanted heat. I felt extremely uncomfortable, but I had no choice.
I forced a soft, sweet smile and looked at Reddy Sir politely, pretending everything was normal.
That innocent smile from me hit him like a thunderbolt.
His eyes widened with shock and uncontrollable lust. He never expected a respectable, married Tamil housewife like me to smile back at him so sweetly and willingly. That single smile made his lust explode. He kept staring at me with even more intensity, his mouth still watering, his dirty old mind clearly imagining all the filthy things he wanted to do to my boobs, my tight pussy, and my juicy ass cheeks.
At that moment, I knew one thing for sure.
I badly wanted to meet him in person and talk to him about the gas agency for my husband.
I stood there in the crowd, my heart racing, still forcing that soft smile toward Reddy Sir while his hungry eyes continued to devour my body.
I turned slightly toward Lakshmi Akka and whispered very softly so no one else could hear.
"Lakshmi Akka… can you please do me a favour? Can you arrange a private meeting with Reddy Sir through your husband? But my husband Rajesh should not know anything about it."
Lakshmi Akka’s eyes widened in shock. She looked at me for a long moment before leaning even closer, her voice low and worried.
"Sudha… are you mad? If Reddy Sir meets you alone, he will definitely try to enjoy you. That man has no control when it comes to beautiful women. He won’t spare any woman he likes. He has taken so many married women before… some by force, some by temptation. Once he sets his eyes on someone, he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants."
She paused, then continued in a hushed, urgent tone.
"And you… you look exactly like actress Anushka Shetty. Same sharp, expressive eyes, same high cheekbones, same full lips, same heavy boobs, same curvy body and that perfect mix of homely beauty and raw sex appeal. Reddy Sir is already crazy for you. If you meet him alone, he will definitely try to enjoy you. He will want to touch your boobs, squeeze your ass cheeks, suck your nipples, and push his cock inside your pussy. I am telling you honestly… he will not let you go without fucking you."
I felt a shiver run through me, but I kept my voice steady and whispered back.
"I am not going there for anything like that, Akka. I am only going to request him for a decent job for my husband. Something steady, not this rowdy work anymore. That’s all. I just want a better future for my family."
Lakshmi Akka shook her head slowly, her face full of concern.
"You are playing with fire, Sudha. Reddy Sir is not a normal man. Once he sets his eyes on someone who looks like you, he becomes obsessed. I am warning you… don’t meet him in person. It is too dangerous."
I looked down for a second, then held her hand gently and whispered with urgency in my voice.
"Please, Akka… I have no other way. My husband will never ask for himself. I need your help. Please ask your husband to arrange one private meeting with Reddy Sir. I will only talk about a proper job for Rajesh. Nothing else. I promise."
Lakshmi Akka stared at me for a long time, clearly torn. She let out a heavy sigh and finally nodded slowly.
"Okay… I will talk to my husband and try to arrange it. But remember what I said. Be very careful, Sudha. Once you are alone with Reddy Sir, things can go out of control very quickly."
I gave her a small nod of thanks, my heart still pounding.
Deep inside, I was desperate for that gas agency for my husband. I wanted to become rich — so rich that I could stand proudly in front of my three sisters and show them that I was no longer the failure of the family. I wanted to wipe away all the pity and laughter they had thrown at me. I wanted my sons to live a life of comfort and respect. For that, I was ready to do whatever it took.
After the meeting ended, Reddy Sir left along with the MLA without even looking in my direction again. I stood there feeling deeply disappointed. All my hopes of talking to him today were shattered.
Lakshmi Akka noticed my sad face and whispered gently,
"He was very busy today with the MLA, Sudha. My husband also said it’s not possible to arrange a meeting right now. Don’t worry too much."
I felt totally disappointed and helpless.
That’s when my husband called out to me from near the stage. I walked towards him slowly. Some people were taking selfies with the MLA, and Reddy Sir was standing a little away, waiting.
I reached my husband and whispered urgently,
"Please go and talk to Reddy Sir about the gas agency. This is a good chance."
My husband’s face suddenly turned angry. He looked at me sharply and yelled in a low but firm voice,
"Not now, Sudha! It is not a good time to talk about such things in front of everyone. Forget about the gas agency. I am happy with what I have. Stop bringing this up again and again!"
His words hurt me deeply. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I almost cried right there.
Just then, Reddy Sir called out loudly,
"Rajesh! Come here."
My husband, being the loyal rowdy he was, immediately ran towards Reddy Sir who was standing next to the MLA in the crowd. I followed slowly behind him.
As I walked towards them, Reddy Sir’s eyes were all over me. He watched every step I took with raw hunger. His gaze moved shamelessly from my heavy boobs that bounced gently inside the tight pink blouse with each step, to my deep navel that was fully exposed because of how low my pink saree was tied, and then down to my wide hips and plump ass cheeks that swayed and jiggled softly under the thin pink saree. The brown panty line was clearly visible over my ass cheeks through the saree, making my big, soft ass look even more tempting. His mouth watered again as he stared at my thick nipples poking through the pink blouse and the way my saree clung to my juicy thighs.
When we reached him, I gathered courage, folded my hands politely and introduced myself in a sweet, respectful voice.
"Namaskara Sir. I am Sudha… wife of Rajesh."
Reddy Sir smiled warmly, his voice polite and friendly.
"I know who you are, Sudha. Rajesh’s wife. How can I forget such a beautiful and respectful woman?"
I continued in the same polite and friendly tone,
"Sir, I wanted to talk to you in person about something important."
Reddy Sir nodded slowly, still looking at me with that same intense but now polite smile.
"I am very busy right now with the MLA. But if you really want to talk, you can meet me personally at the election meeting on the outskirts of the city this evening."
He quickly took out his card from his pocket and handed it to me discreetly.
"Contact me on this number when you reach. I will make time for you."
I took the card with trembling fingers and whispered nervously,
"Sir… I can’t meet you alone in the evening. My husband won’t allow it."
Reddy Sir gave a small, understanding smile and said in a low but friendly voice,
"Don’t worry about that. I will tell your husband that my wife and daughters are going to the temple this evening for a special pooja and ask him to send you along with them. He will agree."
Before I could reply, Reddy Sir called my husband back.
"Rajesh, come here."
My husband quickly came running. Reddy Sir smiled warmly at him and said,
"Rajesh, my wife and daughters are going to the temple this evening for a special pooja. Why don’t you send Sudha along with them? It will be good for her."
My innocent and loyal husband nodded immediately without any doubt and said proudly,
"Of course Sir. My wife can definitely go with your family. I will tell her."
I smiled sweetly at my husband, pretending to be happy and grateful. Reddy Sir also gave my husband a big smile, but his eyes flicked back to me with hidden lust before he left along with the MLA.
I stood there holding his card tightly in my hand, my heart beating fast with nervousness and desperation.
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