18-04-2026, 09:01 PM
Chapter 5: The Dangerous Invitation
It was around 2 PM in the afternoon.
My husband took me to a small local hotel nearby for lunch. We sat together and ate simple meals — rice, dal, and vegetable curry. He was in a good mood, talking happily about the morning meeting and how proud he felt standing on the stage behind Reddy Sir. I smiled and nodded, but my mind was elsewhere.
After lunch, we came back home. My husband quickly changed his clothes and told me,
"Sudha, I am going out with my friends for some time. You must go with Reddy Sir’s wife and daughters to the temple this evening. Don’t worry about the kids, I will come back early and take care of them."
He kissed me on the forehead and left the house.
I stayed in the same pink saree and pink blouse I had worn for the meeting. I sat on the floor of our small room, my mind full of thoughts.
Was it really a good idea to meet Reddy Sir alone this evening?
What if he tries to enjoy me? What if he touches my boobs, squeezes my ass cheeks, or wants to fuck my pussy? The thought made me feel scared and guilty. I loved my husband deeply. I never wanted to betray him.
But at the same time, a strong voice inside me kept repeating — this was the only chance.
My husband was too innocent and loyal. He would never pressure Reddy Sir for the gas agency. If I didn’t do something now, we would remain poor forever. My sons would grow up in this tiny room, just like us. My sisters and their rich husbands would continue looking down on me as the failure of the family.
I wanted to become rich.
I wanted to stand proudly in front of my three sisters and show them that Sudha was no longer the poor slum wife. I wanted a better life for my family.
After thinking for a long time, I finally made up my mind.
I would go and meet Reddy Sir this evening.
I took a deep breath, lay down on the floor, and closed my eyes for a nap. My heart was still beating fast with nervousness and fear, but my determination was stronger.
It was around 2 PM in the afternoon.
My husband took me to a small local hotel nearby for lunch. We sat together and ate simple meals — rice, dal, and vegetable curry. He was in a good mood, talking happily about the morning meeting and how proud he felt standing on the stage behind Reddy Sir. I smiled and nodded, but my mind was elsewhere.
After lunch, we came back home. My husband quickly changed his clothes and told me,
"Sudha, I am going out with my friends for some time. You must go with Reddy Sir’s wife and daughters to the temple this evening. Don’t worry about the kids, I will come back early and take care of them."
He kissed me on the forehead and left the house.
I stayed in the same pink saree and pink blouse I had worn for the meeting. I sat on the floor of our small room, my mind full of thoughts.
Was it really a good idea to meet Reddy Sir alone this evening?
What if he tries to enjoy me? What if he touches my boobs, squeezes my ass cheeks, or wants to fuck my pussy? The thought made me feel scared and guilty. I loved my husband deeply. I never wanted to betray him.
But at the same time, a strong voice inside me kept repeating — this was the only chance.
My husband was too innocent and loyal. He would never pressure Reddy Sir for the gas agency. If I didn’t do something now, we would remain poor forever. My sons would grow up in this tiny room, just like us. My sisters and their rich husbands would continue looking down on me as the failure of the family.
I wanted to become rich.
I wanted to stand proudly in front of my three sisters and show them that Sudha was no longer the poor slum wife. I wanted a better life for my family.
After thinking for a long time, I finally made up my mind.
I would go and meet Reddy Sir this evening.
I took a deep breath, lay down on the floor, and closed my eyes for a nap. My heart was still beating fast with nervousness and fear, but my determination was stronger.
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