17-06-2026, 11:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 17-06-2026, 11:19 PM by SilverArrow. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
The argument in the drawing room grew louder and more aggressive. Monica could hear every word clearly from the bedroom.
Ustad slammed his fist hard on the table with a loud bang.
“Tell me the fucking truth, Kamil! How the hell did this happen, madarchod?!”
Kamil bhai’s deep, rough voice blasted back through the speaker, equally furious
“Arre bhenchod Ustad, don’t shout at me like that! It’s not my fault, saala! The legal notice came suddenly.. You think I was sleeping? I’ve been handling this shit all night, madarchod!”
Monica sat on the bed for a few long moments, still in just her sheer bra and tiny soaked thong, listening to the chaos. Her body was still buzzing and sensitive from Bheem’s tongue, thighs trembling slightly, but the sudden serious turn left her worried.
She got up slowly and walked to the wardrobe. She picked out a very sexy, short black silk robe. The robe was extremely provocative — made of sheer, almost transparent black silk that clung to every curve of her body. It was very short, ending just below her ass cheeks, with a deep plunging V-neckline that went all the way down to her navel. The thin material was semi-see-through, clearly showing the red lace bra and tiny thong underneath. A loose tie at the waist was the only closure, and even that was tied very casually.
She slipped it on without tightening the belt, letting the robe hang open provocatively down the front. Her heavy breasts pushed against the thin silk, nipples still hard and visible. She adjusted it so one shoulder slipped slightly down, exposing more skin and the strap of her bra. The bottom hem rode high on her thighs, barely covering her ass.
She walked out of the bedroom into the drawing room, the short silk robe swaying and slipping with every step, her ass cheeks peeking out from below the hem.
After a few more heated exchanges full of gaalis, the call finally disconnected.
Monica stepped closer,
“Is everything okay?” she asked softly, voice full of concern.
Bheem turned to her, looking disappointed and frustrated.
“No, Monica… things are not looking good. There could be a raid in the morning on the betting ring. We have to move everything quickly.”
Ustad banged the table again, angry.
“I told you bastards not to trust that Kamil bhai fully. He has gotten us all into deep shit now, madarchod!”
Monica tried to pacify them, stepping closer so her robe shifted teasingly.
“Everything will be okay… calm down. You all are smart. You’ll handle it.”
Raju shook his head.
“No, Monica. We have to leave right now. Things are not looking good at all. We can’t risk staying here.”
Bheem looked at her with a tired smile.
“Don’t worry, Monica. We will come back. This is just temporary.”
Monica smiled seductively, tilting her head. She pulled the robe a little tighter around her waist,
“As in… you want me to wait like this?” She gestured to her barely-covered body, her voice playful and erotic despite the situation.
Bheem smiled back but shook his head.
“No, things are not looking good. It might take longer than we think.”
Monica nodded
“Okay… . I know its serious.” She paused, then added softly, “But you guys did not even have the dessert which I made with so much love and care. Please have it before you go.”
Raju nodded, still breathing heavily from the earlier heat.
“Okay. I am also hungry after the game. We will have the dessert and then quickly leave.”
Bheem and Ustad went to the wash basin to quickly clean their mouths, still laced with syrup and the taste of Monica. Monica watched them, her robe slipping slightly off one shoulder, looking incredibly hot and tempting even in this serious moment.
Ustad slammed his fist hard on the table with a loud bang.
“Tell me the fucking truth, Kamil! How the hell did this happen, madarchod?!”
Kamil bhai’s deep, rough voice blasted back through the speaker, equally furious
“Arre bhenchod Ustad, don’t shout at me like that! It’s not my fault, saala! The legal notice came suddenly.. You think I was sleeping? I’ve been handling this shit all night, madarchod!”
Monica sat on the bed for a few long moments, still in just her sheer bra and tiny soaked thong, listening to the chaos. Her body was still buzzing and sensitive from Bheem’s tongue, thighs trembling slightly, but the sudden serious turn left her worried.
She got up slowly and walked to the wardrobe. She picked out a very sexy, short black silk robe. The robe was extremely provocative — made of sheer, almost transparent black silk that clung to every curve of her body. It was very short, ending just below her ass cheeks, with a deep plunging V-neckline that went all the way down to her navel. The thin material was semi-see-through, clearly showing the red lace bra and tiny thong underneath. A loose tie at the waist was the only closure, and even that was tied very casually.
She slipped it on without tightening the belt, letting the robe hang open provocatively down the front. Her heavy breasts pushed against the thin silk, nipples still hard and visible. She adjusted it so one shoulder slipped slightly down, exposing more skin and the strap of her bra. The bottom hem rode high on her thighs, barely covering her ass.
She walked out of the bedroom into the drawing room, the short silk robe swaying and slipping with every step, her ass cheeks peeking out from below the hem.
After a few more heated exchanges full of gaalis, the call finally disconnected.
Monica stepped closer,
“Is everything okay?” she asked softly, voice full of concern.
Bheem turned to her, looking disappointed and frustrated.
“No, Monica… things are not looking good. There could be a raid in the morning on the betting ring. We have to move everything quickly.”
Ustad banged the table again, angry.
“I told you bastards not to trust that Kamil bhai fully. He has gotten us all into deep shit now, madarchod!”
Monica tried to pacify them, stepping closer so her robe shifted teasingly.
“Everything will be okay… calm down. You all are smart. You’ll handle it.”
Raju shook his head.
“No, Monica. We have to leave right now. Things are not looking good at all. We can’t risk staying here.”
Bheem looked at her with a tired smile.
“Don’t worry, Monica. We will come back. This is just temporary.”
Monica smiled seductively, tilting her head. She pulled the robe a little tighter around her waist,
“As in… you want me to wait like this?” She gestured to her barely-covered body, her voice playful and erotic despite the situation.
Bheem smiled back but shook his head.
“No, things are not looking good. It might take longer than we think.”
Monica nodded
“Okay… . I know its serious.” She paused, then added softly, “But you guys did not even have the dessert which I made with so much love and care. Please have it before you go.”
Raju nodded, still breathing heavily from the earlier heat.
“Okay. I am also hungry after the game. We will have the dessert and then quickly leave.”
Bheem and Ustad went to the wash basin to quickly clean their mouths, still laced with syrup and the taste of Monica. Monica watched them, her robe slipping slightly off one shoulder, looking incredibly hot and tempting even in this serious moment.
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