Bought by Love, Trapped by Hunger

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Chapter 9: The Power Cut

Arvind woke before the house did.

The sky outside was still pale. Delhi had not fully opened its eyes yet, but heat was already sitting in the air, waiting for the day to begin.

He stood near the study window with his phone against his ear.

“Ravi ko aaj jaldi bula lena,” he said quietly.
*[Call Ravi early today.]*

The voice on the other side was plain.

“Kitna jaldi?”
*[How early?]*

“Shaam se pehle. Aur subah tak busy rakhna. Extra loading, checking, jo bhi reason banana ho bana lo.”
*[Before evening. And keep him busy until morning. Extra loading, checking, whatever reason you need, make it.]*

“Ho jayega.”
*[It will be done.]*

“No confusion,” Arvind said.

“Done.”

The call ended.

Arvind placed the phone on the desk and looked toward the back side of the house.

The outside room was still quiet.

Ravi would leave early.

Simran would stay.

And the house would become smaller around her.

A few minutes later, he called Billa.

Billa came through the side corridor, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Sir?”

Arvind shut the study door.

He spoke low.

Billa listened.

At first, his face was dull.

Then his eyes lit up.

A grin began spreading across his mouth.

“Samajh gaya, sir.”
*[I understand, sir.]*

Arvind opened the drawer and took out a small object, wrapped in an old cloth. He placed it in Billa’s hand.

“Careful. It should look natural.”

Billa weighed it in his palm.

“Power cut jaisa?”
*[Like a power cut?]*

“Exactly.”

“Kitne baje?”
*[What time?]*

“Eleven.”

“Wapas?”

“After five.”

Billa’s grin grew wider.

“Garmi mein kitchen jal jayega.”
*[In this heat, the kitchen will burn.]*

Arvind’s eyes became cold.

“Kitchen nahi. Patience.”

Billa nodded quickly.

“Ho jayega, sir.”

Arvind stepped closer.

“No noise. No mistake. Aur Simran ko kuch pata nahi chalna chahiye.”
*[No noise. No mistake. And Simran must not know anything.]*

Billa tucked the object into his pocket.

“Usko kuch pata nahi chalega.”

When Billa left, Arvind stood alone for a moment.

The plan was simple.

Simple plans were best.

Heat tired the body.

Tired bodies accepted help.

And help, in Arvind’s house, always came with a hidden price.

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## Morning Work

Ravi left earlier than usual.

The farm had called him before lunch.

“Extra loading hai,” he told Simran while tying his shoelaces.
*[There is extra loading.]*

Simran looked surprised.

“Aaj itni jaldi?”
*[So early today?]*

“Haan. Bol rahe subah tak kaam rahega.”
*[Yes. They said work will continue until morning.]*

She frowned.

“Khaya bhi nahi tumne properly.”
*[You didn’t even eat properly.]*

“I’ll eat there.”

She packed two rotis quickly, wrapped them in cloth, and placed them in his bag.

Ravi watched her for a second.

“Thank you.”

Simran nodded.

He stood near the door, as if he wanted to say something more.

Maybe about yesterday.

Maybe about trying again.

Maybe about not drinking.

But the moment was thin, and Ravi was never good at holding thin things.

He picked up the bag.

“I’ll go.”

Simran watched him leave.

The garden swallowed him like always.

She stood there for a few seconds, then turned back toward the main house.

Work was waiting.

Work was always waiting.

---

## Eleven O’Clock

By eleven, the kitchen had become a furnace.

The summer sun pressed against the walls. The flame under the pan made the air thicker. Simran had tied her hair up, but loose strands stuck to her neck.

She was cutting onions when the fan stopped.

Then the fridge went quiet.

Then the small light above the counter blinked once and died.

Simran looked up.

“Light chali gayi?” she murmured.
*[Power went out?]*

From the corridor, Billa’s voice came casually.

“Lagta hai poore area ka cut hai, madam ji.”
*[Looks like the whole area has a power cut, madam.]*

She came to the doorway.

“Generator?”
*[Generator?]*

Billa shrugged.

“Sir ne bola tha last week mechanic ko dikhana hai. Abhi chal nahi raha.”
*[Sir said last week it needed a mechanic. It is not working right now.]*

Simran wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist.

“Kitchen mein bahut garmi ho rahi hai.”
*[It is very hot in the kitchen.]*

“Garmi toh sabko lag rahi hai,” Billa said, smiling too softly.
*[Everyone is feeling hot.]*

She did not like his smile.

But she had dal on the stove.

Rice to wash.

Vegetables to cut.

Lunch to prepare.

So she went back in.

The heat grew heavier.

By noon, her back was damp. Her hands slipped on the steel plates. The thin cloth of her suit clung uncomfortably to her skin. She kept adjusting her dupatta, then stopped, then adjusted it again when Billa passed near the back corridor.

At one, she served Arvind lunch.

He sat in the dining room with a hand fan, looking mildly inconvenienced.

“Power still gone?” he asked.

“Ji sir.”
*[Yes sir.]*

“Too hot?”

“Bahut.”
*[Very.]*


He looked at her face. Sweat ran near her temple. Her eyes looked tired already.

“You should drink water.”

“Ji.”

“Add salt and lemon. Heat mein weakness ho jaati hai.”
*[Add salt and lemon. In heat, weakness happens.]*

His concern sounded clean.

That was the cruelty of it.

Simran nodded and went back to the kitchen.

Arvind watched her leave.

The day was working exactly as planned.

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## The Long Afternoon

The power stayed gone.

Eleven became twelve.

Twelve became two.

Two became four.

The house turned slow and thick, like everything was melting but refusing to fall.

Simran’s clothes were damp by the time she finished washing the lunch dishes. Her arms felt weak. Her head throbbed lightly. Every task took twice as much effort.

Billa came twice to “check” the back corridor.

Once, he asked:

“Madam ji, paani chahiye?”
*[Madam, do you need water?]*

She refused.

The second time, he said:

“Sir ka evening tea time ho raha.”
*[Sir’s evening tea time is coming.]*

She wanted to say, Then make it yourself.

Instead, she said:

“Bana rahi hoon.”
*[I am making it.]*

At exactly five-twenty, the fan coughed once.

Then began turning.

The fridge hummed.

The kitchen light flickered back to life.

Simran looked up, exhausted.

“Finally,” she whispered.

Near the side corridor, Billa slipped something back into his pocket and walked away whistling.

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## After Dinner

By dinner time, Simran looked worn out.

Not just tired.

Wrung.

She served Arvind quietly, then stood aside.

“Sit for a minute,” Arvind said.

She looked surprised.

“Sir?”

“You look like you will fall.”

“Nahi sir. Main theek hoon.”
*[No sir. I am fine.]*

“Today was too hot. Power cut made things worse.”

She gave a weak laugh.

“Kitchen toh aag ban gaya tha.”
*[The kitchen became fire.]*

“I can see that.”

She lowered her eyes, suddenly aware of how tired and uncomfortable she looked.

Arvind’s voice became gentle.

“After dinner, change before massage. You are already soaked from the heat. Fresh suit pehen lo. You’ll feel better.”
*[After dinner, change before massage. You are already soaked from the heat. Wear a fresh suit. You’ll feel better.]*

Simran hesitated.

Then nodded.

“Ji sir.”
*[Yes sir.]*

The suggestion sounded practical.

Normal.

Almost kind.

That was how Arvind placed every stone in the path.

One by one.

Flat enough to walk on.

Sharp enough to cut later.

---

## Fresh Clothes

Simran went to the outside room.

Ravi was not there.

Of course he was not there.

His bag was gone. His blanket was folded badly near the wall. The room was warm and quiet.

She washed her face at the small tap. The water was not cold, but it still felt better than the kitchen air. She changed into another suit and sat on the bed for a moment, breathing slowly.

Her body felt heavy.

Her mind felt softer than it should have.

Too tired to think sharply.

She looked at the oil bottle on the shelf.

For a second, she wished she could sleep instead.

Then she remembered the extra money.

The rent.

The groceries.

Ravi’s promises.

Arvind’s voice.

No pressure.

You can go.

She picked up the oil bottle.

“Bas ek ghanta,” she whispered.
*[Only one hour.]*

Then she walked back toward the main house.

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## The Doorway

Arvind’s bedroom door was half open.

A warm lamp glowed inside.

Simran stood outside and knocked softly.

“Sir?”

“Come in.”

She stepped inside with the oil bottle in her hand.

Arvind stood near the bed, a towel folded beside him, his kurta removed and replaced with a plain undershirt and loose shorts.

Not improper enough to accuse.

Not formal enough to feel safe.

Simran’s hand tightened around the bottle.

Arvind noticed.

“Back pain is lower today,” he said calmly. “Legs also. Long sitting.”

Simran did not answer immediately.

The air in the room felt different.

Maybe because she was tired.

Maybe because the day had softened her guard.

Maybe because Arvind had planned every part of it.

He looked at her with that same gentle patience.

“If you are uncomfortable, leave it. No problem.”

There it was again.

The open door.

The clean escape.

The choice that never felt like a choice.

Simran looked down at the oil bottle.

Then at the towel.

Then at the floor.

Outside, the house was quiet.

Ravi was far away at the farm.

Billa was somewhere in the shadows, probably watching the corridor.

Inside, Arvind waited.

Simran swallowed.

“Main try kar leti hoon.”
*[I will try.]*

Arvind gave a small nod.

“Good.”

He turned toward the bed.

Simran stood near the doorway for one more second, feeling the heat of the day still trapped inside her bones.

Then she stepped fully into the room.

Behind her, the door remained open.

For now.






During the afternoon, while Simran was trapped in the hot kitchen, Billa slipped toward the outside room.

The power was still gone.

The fan was dead.

The corridor was empty.

He moved quietly, one eye on the garden path, one eye on the main house window.

The outside room door was not locked.

Simran had left in a hurry that morning.

Billa pushed the door open with two fingers.

Inside, the room was small and warm. Ravi’s blanket lay folded near the wall. Simran’s clothes were hanging on the rope near the cupboard. One white suit was folded on the bed, ready for later.

Billa smiled.

“Madam ji ka evening dress,” he whispered.

He pulled a small packet from his pocket.

Not a medicine.

Not something with a name.

Just a dirty trick wrapped in paper.

He opened it carefully and sprinkled a little fine powder near the folded suit. Some settled on the fabric like dust. Some fell onto the bedsheet.

Then he heard footsteps outside.

Billa froze.

For one second, even his breath stopped.

The footsteps passed.

Only a servant crossing the back lane.

Billa quickly folded the suit again, badly, then slipped out and shut the door.

But he did not notice one thing.

The powder had left a faint white line on the edge of the white fabric.

Small.

Almost invisible.

he apply under bra and panty as well. this power was for irritate skin and let body rub to reduce irritation

she wear that pink suit with black bra and in massage time she already high on thinking sexual and now she just wear that and start massage and today arvind was looking at her eyes and she noticed as well.

Today arvind look was like a lover look at his love and she losing control as irritation start she keep robing her arms and them she is rubing her back and strong irritation she fell on boobs.

Then arvind start talking to her. she was distracted by irritation then as she rubbing her body she is getting out of control sexual feel as arvind laying in from of her and almost naked.

after some time arvind asked whats wrong and then she said some body irrtation happing then arvind said you must have allarge take a bath go use my bathroom then she as red as she was rubbing body from almost.

she went to talk bath then while bath she cant control she feeling and start fingering and arvind herad noice and he take towel and went to bathroom its dont have lock as it was slide door with no lock and

she was busy in fingering and he see her first time full nude and she noticed arvind that time she said nothing .

arvind went to her and told her let me help you. she huged him and arvind told her let me help you properly.

Then he wash her and kiss her and grab her boobs and she did not said a word and later with towel both dry then in room went.

then arvind was so hard that simran look at his dick and surprised to see a good size.

Arvind told her to bend over she did and then love miking get started and it last long time and she was su hungry for sex she did not think for a sec that she is doing anything wrong or right.

after one session arvind ask her to suck dick she said she never did this.

arvind told her then you have not seen real sex yet and its always first time for everything she then aggred and arvind took control of her head as soon she took in mouth and

arvind hold her head and head in his hand and give her a push and she was unable to take at first but arvind know if she take out she will not do it so he did not let her out

and in out he control and after few mins she get used to it and then he is about to cum and he hold her head tight and while cum in her mouth he did not leave hear head

and he make sure she drink her cum all the way when he reliease her head she was bit angry but arvind said first few times it will look wierd but then you will enjoy and then

he make few more sessions that night and at 3 am she was totaly out of enorgy and arvind told her go to room also told come to work later around 9  and he will buy you few

more suits. she was happy as her sexual desire find a way to get satisfied and she went to sleep well today. that was an opening for her to a new world which look good for

now but it will take no time to turn world up side down.




she had best sleep of her life today and that change everything for her in that one night.