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Once they reached the flat, Rakesh pulled her straight to the big sofa. The room was dimly lit by the streetlight outside. He climbed over her, kissing her hungrily as he pushed her top up. Within minutes they were fucking — hard, deep, and urgent. Rakesh had one hand lightly around her throat while the other came down sharply on her ass with a firm spank. He fucked her with steady, powerful thrusts, the sound of skin slapping filling the quiet room.
After some time, while still moving inside her, Rakesh spoke in a low, slightly breathless voice.
“That was something tonight… we actually played better than last time.”
Monica moaned softly, her nails digging into his back.
“Yeah… I thought we were going to lose way more. But we only lost two thousand total. That’s nothing.”
Rakesh thrust a little deeper and continued, his breathing heavy.
“Exactly. Bare minimum loss. Those guys in the pit were so caught up in the match… they weren’t even watching their own bets properly. We got lucky because of that.”
Monica bit her lip as pleasure built inside her.
“True. Especially in the middle overs. The loud one with the scar kept shouting so much, he didn’t even notice half the things happening around him.”
Rakesh gave a small, tired laugh between thrusts.
They kept fucking with a steady rhythm, talking naturally about the match, the betting, and how they managed to lose so little. The conversation felt real — broken only by moans and heavy breathing.
Soon he came and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, his hand still gently resting on her throat before slowly moving away.
They stayed like that for a while, bodies still connected, sweat cooling on their skin. After some time, Rakesh spoke softly, his voice calmer now.
“Fuck… that was intense. But honestly… I saw how they were all eyeing you tonight. Especially when you walked back from the washroom. That black lace… the way the jacket kept opening. They couldn’t look away.”
Monica smiled faintly, still catching her breath, and replied in a quiet voice,
“I know"
Rakesh kissed her forehead gently.
“You were perfect tonight. In every way.”
They lay tangled on the sofa for a long time after that, no more plans discussed, just quiet closeness.
It was almost 7:50 PM next Saturday when Rakesh suddenly put his phone down and looked at Monica.
“Fuck it,” he said. “Let’s go to Sky Deck right now. The match starts in an hour.”
Monica looked up from the sofa, slightly surprised.
“Right now?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Rakesh replied, already standing up. “Last moment plan. Just like last time. What do you say?”
Monica smiled after thinking for a second.
“Alright. Give me ten minutes to get ready”
They reached Sky Deck around 8:55 PM. This time they played slightly bigger bets and actually did better.
It was close to midnight when the match was winding down. Most people had started leaving. That’s when they noticed the same group still sitting in the sunken pit at the back.
As Monica and Rakesh were about to head out, two men from the group stood up and walked towards them. One was Ustad — the bald, sharp-eyed man . The other was the bearded, scary-looking guy.
Ustad stopped a few feet away and spoke in a calm, steady voice.
“Back again? Good to see you both.”
Rakesh nodded. “Yeah. Good match tonight.”
Ustad then introduced himself and the man beside him.
“I’m Ustad. This is Raju. We run a few small betting corners across different pubs in Gurgaon. I’ve been doing this for about eight years now. Started with a couple of friends in one pub, slowly expanded to four-five places"
Raju gave a short nod but didn’t say much.
Rakesh and Monica introduced themselves as well.
They had a short, casual conversation for the next few minutes. Ustad spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact way about how he manages the betting — keeping things low-key, making sure payouts are fast, and avoiding unnecessary trouble. He didn’t boast. He sounded like a man who had quietly figured out how to run a small but steady business in a risky field.
After a while, they said their goodbyes and walked out.
In the car, Rakesh was quiet for some time before speaking.
“Ustad seems different from the others. Calm guy.”
Monica looked out the window, a small smile on her face, but didn’t reply
†****†************
Ustad was smart. He didn’t rush anything. Instead, he slowly pulled Rakesh in with small, professional-looking opportunities.
After a few tiring weekdays, Ustad would message Rakesh late in the evening:
“Rakesh bhai, rough week? I’m running a small private session tomorrow on an online trading platform. Looks like normal stock options, but it’s actually match-based betting. Very clean, very professional. Only 8-10 trusted people. Want to join? Low risk, good returns.”
At first, Rakesh hesitated. But Ustad made it sound completely legitimate — like a smart side hustle. The platforms looked real, the payouts were quick, and everything felt organised. Slowly, Rakesh started joining these “sessions.” Ustad never forced him. He just made Rakesh feel like he was now part of something exclusive and smart.
Over time, their conversations moved beyond betting. Ustad would call him after work, ask about his day, share stories, and slowly build a genuine friendship. Before Rakesh even realised it, he had become a regular in Ustad’s small circle.
Monica had been completely occupied with her new office project. Long hours and deadlines kept her exhausted. Whenever Rakesh came home and excitedly told her about “Ustad’s setup” or “the new trading sessions,” she would listen quietly. She could see how much he was enjoying this new world — the thrill, the money, the sense of belonging. But somewhere inside, she couldn’t stop wondering what had pulled Rakesh so deep so quickly.
It's been two Months since then.
It was a warm Saturday evening in their new Noida home. Rakesh’s birthday was day after tomorrow.
Monica mentioned to Rakesh "we should have a small party no?"
" Yes,Mon I was actually thinking about this. I have joined this new department and this place is new, so we should invite some people over"
Monica was scrolling through her phone finalizing the guest list!
“So far we have three of your colleagues.The neighbour aunty and uncle do keep our deliveries and they are old..we should include them !! That should be fine, right? ”
Rakesh nodded.
“Yeah, how about any of your friends Mon? ”
" Rak, Natasha and the gang is busy with lawyers for their public litigation, let's skip them though I will ask them once!"
They sat in silence for a minute. Then Monica smiled and said jokingly,
“By the way, a few of your colleagues were pulling your leg today I heard over phone. They said, ‘Don’t forget to invite your new friends… the betting guys.’” She laughed lightly. “They were just joking, of course.”
Rakesh was quiet for a moment, staring at his glass. Then he looked up.
“You know what? That’s actually not a bad idea.”
Monica raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“Really ?”
“I mean… why not invite Ustad and Raju? They’ve been really good to me these past two months. It would be nice to have them over”
Monica studied his face. She could see he was serious.
She just smiled softly and joked "Don't make our house a betting den Rak! Anyway I will cook for them,let me know what your guys love eating?"
“Okay. I will ask them and tell you”
†********************"""
The next morning, Rakesh casually announced his birthday party in the WhatsApp group meant for the betting gang. Monica saw the growing number of names and looked at him.
“Rak, you’ve called almost everyone from the gang. There are already 12-13 people. How are we going to manage so many guys?”
Rakesh shrugged and replied casually,
“We’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”
Monica didn’t argue further.
Later that afternoon, when Rakesh stepped out to take a call, Monica quietly opened her WhatsApp chat with Ustad.
Monica:
Hey Ustad. How are you?
Ustad:
Hey Monica. I’m good. How about you? How’s work going?
Monica:
I’m okay. Just a bit busy with a new project at office. How’s everything with you?
Ustad:
All good. Just the usual. By the way, I saw Rakesh’s message in the group. He’s throwing a birthday party?
Monica:
Yeah. He wants to celebrate it at home this time.
Ustad:
That’s nice. First birthday in the new house, right?
Monica:
Exactly.
There was a short pause before Ustad replied again.
Ustad:
By the way… are you planning any surprise for your hubby?
Monica:
No, not really. Do you have something in mind?
Ustad:
Actually, I do. I have a small plan. A little birthday dare after the party. I know Rakesh well by now… he would love it.
Monica read the message and smiled softly. She found Ustad’s calm and confident way of speaking strangely reassuring.
Monica:
Tell me more.
Ustad:
Don’t worry. I’ll plan everything. You just have to be there.
Monica stared at the screen for a few seconds. Even though she hardly knew Ustad personally, his words made her feel oddly comfortable and safe. She typed back.
Monica:
Alright. I’m listening.
Ustad:
Good. We’ll talk more when I come over.
†*************"""""
Monica stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, carefully getting ready for Rakesh’s birthday. She had chosen a fitted sage green designer kurti with delicate golden thread work along the neckline and sleeves. The kurti had a soft, slightly glossy finish and hugged her body in all the right places.
Underneath, she wore something much sexier than usual — a deep red lace bra and matching panties. The bra was push-up style, lifting and shaping her full, heavy breasts beautifully. The rich red colour created a striking contrast against the soft sage green of the kurti, and the delicate lace pattern was clearly visible through the slightly she
er fabric near the neckline. Her breasts looked full, round, and inviting, with a soft, tempting cleavage peeking through.
She had paired the kurti with tight black leggings that stretched smoothly over her thick, juicy ass. The round, heavy curves of her ass were clearly outlined, the leggings hugging every inch and betraying the otherwise decent look of her outfit. The deep red of her panties created another sexy contrast against the black leggings, making her feel bold and confident even though no one could see it.
Her hair was left open in soft, loose waves, and she had applied light makeup — just kajal, a touch of blush, and nude lipstick. A pair of small gold jhumkas completed the look.
Overall, she looked elegant, modern, and effortlessly sexy — the perfect balance of a confident urban Indian woman who knew exactly how to carry herself at her husband’s birthday party.
Rakesh’s three colleagues arrived first, followed by the neighbour uncle and aunty. It was almost 8:40 PM when the betting gang finally walked in — Ustad, Raju, Bheem, and Sonu.
While everyone settled in the living room, Monica moved between the kitchen and dining area. At one point, while she was giving final touches to the biryani, Ustad walked in and calmly helped her arrange the dessert bowls.
After a few seconds, he glanced at her and said in a low voice,
“You’re looking really good tonight. That green is doing something nice.”
Monica looked up with a playful smirk and replied,
“where did you learn all this flirting ,Ustad Saab ?"
Ustad chuckled softly and said,
“You must be getting hell lot of attention”
Monica grinned and shot back,
“Dont ask me .....”
Ustad looked at her with a small, confident smile and replied,
“Thats quite natural Monica ..is it not?"
Monica gave him a side glance and said in a teasing, slightly bolder tone,
“I can handle a lot more than you think. But right now, please help me deal with this dessert specially made for you guys”
Ustad laughed quietly!!!
Soon, everyone gathered around the dining table. Dinner was finally served — hot biryani, juicy kebabs, fresh salad, and the sweets Monica had prepared. Everyone sat down and began eating as the lively chatter filled the room
Dinner had ended on a warm note. Everyone praised Monica’s cooking. But as the clock struck 10:30 PM, the rain outside had turned into a heavy thunderstorm. Rakesh’s three colleagues and the neighbour uncle and aunty decided to leave because of the bad weather.
Once they left, only six people remained — Rakesh, Monica, and the four men: Ustad, Raju, Bheem, and Sonu.
After some time, while still moving inside her, Rakesh spoke in a low, slightly breathless voice.
“That was something tonight… we actually played better than last time.”
Monica moaned softly, her nails digging into his back.
“Yeah… I thought we were going to lose way more. But we only lost two thousand total. That’s nothing.”
Rakesh thrust a little deeper and continued, his breathing heavy.
“Exactly. Bare minimum loss. Those guys in the pit were so caught up in the match… they weren’t even watching their own bets properly. We got lucky because of that.”
Monica bit her lip as pleasure built inside her.
“True. Especially in the middle overs. The loud one with the scar kept shouting so much, he didn’t even notice half the things happening around him.”
Rakesh gave a small, tired laugh between thrusts.
They kept fucking with a steady rhythm, talking naturally about the match, the betting, and how they managed to lose so little. The conversation felt real — broken only by moans and heavy breathing.
Soon he came and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, his hand still gently resting on her throat before slowly moving away.
They stayed like that for a while, bodies still connected, sweat cooling on their skin. After some time, Rakesh spoke softly, his voice calmer now.
“Fuck… that was intense. But honestly… I saw how they were all eyeing you tonight. Especially when you walked back from the washroom. That black lace… the way the jacket kept opening. They couldn’t look away.”
Monica smiled faintly, still catching her breath, and replied in a quiet voice,
“I know"
Rakesh kissed her forehead gently.
“You were perfect tonight. In every way.”
They lay tangled on the sofa for a long time after that, no more plans discussed, just quiet closeness.
It was almost 7:50 PM next Saturday when Rakesh suddenly put his phone down and looked at Monica.
“Fuck it,” he said. “Let’s go to Sky Deck right now. The match starts in an hour.”
Monica looked up from the sofa, slightly surprised.
“Right now?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Rakesh replied, already standing up. “Last moment plan. Just like last time. What do you say?”
Monica smiled after thinking for a second.
“Alright. Give me ten minutes to get ready”
They reached Sky Deck around 8:55 PM. This time they played slightly bigger bets and actually did better.
It was close to midnight when the match was winding down. Most people had started leaving. That’s when they noticed the same group still sitting in the sunken pit at the back.
As Monica and Rakesh were about to head out, two men from the group stood up and walked towards them. One was Ustad — the bald, sharp-eyed man . The other was the bearded, scary-looking guy.
Ustad stopped a few feet away and spoke in a calm, steady voice.
“Back again? Good to see you both.”
Rakesh nodded. “Yeah. Good match tonight.”
Ustad then introduced himself and the man beside him.
“I’m Ustad. This is Raju. We run a few small betting corners across different pubs in Gurgaon. I’ve been doing this for about eight years now. Started with a couple of friends in one pub, slowly expanded to four-five places"
Raju gave a short nod but didn’t say much.
Rakesh and Monica introduced themselves as well.
They had a short, casual conversation for the next few minutes. Ustad spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact way about how he manages the betting — keeping things low-key, making sure payouts are fast, and avoiding unnecessary trouble. He didn’t boast. He sounded like a man who had quietly figured out how to run a small but steady business in a risky field.
After a while, they said their goodbyes and walked out.
In the car, Rakesh was quiet for some time before speaking.
“Ustad seems different from the others. Calm guy.”
Monica looked out the window, a small smile on her face, but didn’t reply
†****†************
Ustad was smart. He didn’t rush anything. Instead, he slowly pulled Rakesh in with small, professional-looking opportunities.
After a few tiring weekdays, Ustad would message Rakesh late in the evening:
“Rakesh bhai, rough week? I’m running a small private session tomorrow on an online trading platform. Looks like normal stock options, but it’s actually match-based betting. Very clean, very professional. Only 8-10 trusted people. Want to join? Low risk, good returns.”
At first, Rakesh hesitated. But Ustad made it sound completely legitimate — like a smart side hustle. The platforms looked real, the payouts were quick, and everything felt organised. Slowly, Rakesh started joining these “sessions.” Ustad never forced him. He just made Rakesh feel like he was now part of something exclusive and smart.
Over time, their conversations moved beyond betting. Ustad would call him after work, ask about his day, share stories, and slowly build a genuine friendship. Before Rakesh even realised it, he had become a regular in Ustad’s small circle.
Monica had been completely occupied with her new office project. Long hours and deadlines kept her exhausted. Whenever Rakesh came home and excitedly told her about “Ustad’s setup” or “the new trading sessions,” she would listen quietly. She could see how much he was enjoying this new world — the thrill, the money, the sense of belonging. But somewhere inside, she couldn’t stop wondering what had pulled Rakesh so deep so quickly.
It's been two Months since then.
It was a warm Saturday evening in their new Noida home. Rakesh’s birthday was day after tomorrow.
Monica mentioned to Rakesh "we should have a small party no?"
" Yes,Mon I was actually thinking about this. I have joined this new department and this place is new, so we should invite some people over"
Monica was scrolling through her phone finalizing the guest list!
“So far we have three of your colleagues.The neighbour aunty and uncle do keep our deliveries and they are old..we should include them !! That should be fine, right? ”
Rakesh nodded.
“Yeah, how about any of your friends Mon? ”
" Rak, Natasha and the gang is busy with lawyers for their public litigation, let's skip them though I will ask them once!"
They sat in silence for a minute. Then Monica smiled and said jokingly,
“By the way, a few of your colleagues were pulling your leg today I heard over phone. They said, ‘Don’t forget to invite your new friends… the betting guys.’” She laughed lightly. “They were just joking, of course.”
Rakesh was quiet for a moment, staring at his glass. Then he looked up.
“You know what? That’s actually not a bad idea.”
Monica raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“Really ?”
“I mean… why not invite Ustad and Raju? They’ve been really good to me these past two months. It would be nice to have them over”
Monica studied his face. She could see he was serious.
She just smiled softly and joked "Don't make our house a betting den Rak! Anyway I will cook for them,let me know what your guys love eating?"
“Okay. I will ask them and tell you”
†********************"""
The next morning, Rakesh casually announced his birthday party in the WhatsApp group meant for the betting gang. Monica saw the growing number of names and looked at him.
“Rak, you’ve called almost everyone from the gang. There are already 12-13 people. How are we going to manage so many guys?”
Rakesh shrugged and replied casually,
“We’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”
Monica didn’t argue further.
Later that afternoon, when Rakesh stepped out to take a call, Monica quietly opened her WhatsApp chat with Ustad.
Monica:
Hey Ustad. How are you?
Ustad:
Hey Monica. I’m good. How about you? How’s work going?
Monica:
I’m okay. Just a bit busy with a new project at office. How’s everything with you?
Ustad:
All good. Just the usual. By the way, I saw Rakesh’s message in the group. He’s throwing a birthday party?
Monica:
Yeah. He wants to celebrate it at home this time.
Ustad:
That’s nice. First birthday in the new house, right?
Monica:
Exactly.
There was a short pause before Ustad replied again.
Ustad:
By the way… are you planning any surprise for your hubby?
Monica:
No, not really. Do you have something in mind?
Ustad:
Actually, I do. I have a small plan. A little birthday dare after the party. I know Rakesh well by now… he would love it.
Monica read the message and smiled softly. She found Ustad’s calm and confident way of speaking strangely reassuring.
Monica:
Tell me more.
Ustad:
Don’t worry. I’ll plan everything. You just have to be there.
Monica stared at the screen for a few seconds. Even though she hardly knew Ustad personally, his words made her feel oddly comfortable and safe. She typed back.
Monica:
Alright. I’m listening.
Ustad:
Good. We’ll talk more when I come over.
†*************"""""
Monica stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, carefully getting ready for Rakesh’s birthday. She had chosen a fitted sage green designer kurti with delicate golden thread work along the neckline and sleeves. The kurti had a soft, slightly glossy finish and hugged her body in all the right places.
Underneath, she wore something much sexier than usual — a deep red lace bra and matching panties. The bra was push-up style, lifting and shaping her full, heavy breasts beautifully. The rich red colour created a striking contrast against the soft sage green of the kurti, and the delicate lace pattern was clearly visible through the slightly she
er fabric near the neckline. Her breasts looked full, round, and inviting, with a soft, tempting cleavage peeking through.
She had paired the kurti with tight black leggings that stretched smoothly over her thick, juicy ass. The round, heavy curves of her ass were clearly outlined, the leggings hugging every inch and betraying the otherwise decent look of her outfit. The deep red of her panties created another sexy contrast against the black leggings, making her feel bold and confident even though no one could see it.
Her hair was left open in soft, loose waves, and she had applied light makeup — just kajal, a touch of blush, and nude lipstick. A pair of small gold jhumkas completed the look.
Overall, she looked elegant, modern, and effortlessly sexy — the perfect balance of a confident urban Indian woman who knew exactly how to carry herself at her husband’s birthday party.
Rakesh’s three colleagues arrived first, followed by the neighbour uncle and aunty. It was almost 8:40 PM when the betting gang finally walked in — Ustad, Raju, Bheem, and Sonu.
While everyone settled in the living room, Monica moved between the kitchen and dining area. At one point, while she was giving final touches to the biryani, Ustad walked in and calmly helped her arrange the dessert bowls.
After a few seconds, he glanced at her and said in a low voice,
“You’re looking really good tonight. That green is doing something nice.”
Monica looked up with a playful smirk and replied,
“where did you learn all this flirting ,Ustad Saab ?"
Ustad chuckled softly and said,
“You must be getting hell lot of attention”
Monica grinned and shot back,
“Dont ask me .....”
Ustad looked at her with a small, confident smile and replied,
“Thats quite natural Monica ..is it not?"
Monica gave him a side glance and said in a teasing, slightly bolder tone,
“I can handle a lot more than you think. But right now, please help me deal with this dessert specially made for you guys”
Ustad laughed quietly!!!
Soon, everyone gathered around the dining table. Dinner was finally served — hot biryani, juicy kebabs, fresh salad, and the sweets Monica had prepared. Everyone sat down and began eating as the lively chatter filled the room
Dinner had ended on a warm note. Everyone praised Monica’s cooking. But as the clock struck 10:30 PM, the rain outside had turned into a heavy thunderstorm. Rakesh’s three colleagues and the neighbour uncle and aunty decided to leave because of the bad weather.
Once they left, only six people remained — Rakesh, Monica, and the four men: Ustad, Raju, Bheem, and Sonu.
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