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“Sit down properly,” she said softly, her voice still carrying a mix of concern and seduction. “I’ll bring the dessert. At least eat something before you rush off like this.”
The men sat around the table, eyes following her every movement. Bheem adjusted his still-hard cock in his pants, muttering, “Saali looks even hotter in that robe, madarchod…”
Raju nodded, breathing heavily. “Fuck… how are we supposed to leave when she’s walking around like this?”
Monica returned a few minutes later carrying a tray with bowls of rich, creamy rasmalai and warm gulab jamun she had prepared earlier. She bent low to place the tray on the table, just then..
Knock… Knock… Knock…
A firm, loud knock came from the main door.
Monica froze. She remembered how loudly she had been moaning just minutes ago.
Ustad looked toward the door sharply.
“Who is it?”
An alert voice spoke "Watchman!!"
Monica whispered in panic, robe barely closed.
“What the hell… that asshole watchman is here. How can I open the door wearing this? I can’t go like this!”
Bheem stood up calmly and placed a reassuring hand on her waist.
“Relax, Monica. Don’t panic. We’ll manage. You go and change... Take your time. We’ll handle him.”
Monica nodded quickly,
“Okay… I’ll be fast. God, this is so embarrassing.… he must have heard everything.”
She rushed back into the bedroom.
Bheem opened the door.
The watchman stood outside, looking suspicious.
“I heard some sounds, sahab… everything okay inside? Where is memsaab?”
Bheem replied coldly, blocking the view.
“Everything is perfect, bhai. We are Rakesh saab’s friends. Memsaab is in the kitchen.”
The watchman craned his neck, still doubtful.
“So much shouting and noise was coming… what was happening? It sounded… strange.”
Just then, Monica emerged from the bedroom, now wearing a maroon salwar kameez. The transformation was striking — from near-naked temptress to a decent, respectable wife. The soft cotton kameez hugged her heavy breasts snugly, the dupatta dbangd neatly over her chest, covering her cleavage properly.
“Arey Bhadur… all okay?” she asked casually with a sweet smile as she walked closer.
The watchman looked at her directly.
“Madam, I heard loud sounds… hope you are okay? It was quite loud.”
Monica smiled calmly.
“Yes, absolutely. What will happen? Today is Rakesh’s birthday and these are his friends. We were just celebrating a little loudly, that’s all. Sorry if it disturbed you.”
The watchman nodded slowly, still a bit suspicious.
Bheem asked smoothly,
“Bhai, would you like a glass of whiskey? It’s a cold, rainy night outside. Come, warm yourself up.”
Monica quickly moved to pour a generous glass.
“Please, Bhadur. Have it. We’re all good here. Thanks for checking on us though.”
The watchman took the glass, smiling a little.
“Thank you, madam… okay then. Take care.”
The watchman took a sip, nodded again, and finally turned to leave, though he glanced back once more before walking away
Monica closed the door behind him, with a playfully frustrated tone, she muttered,
“uff That asshole made me wear this salwar in the middle of the night…so much of pain...”
Ustad took the last bite, wiped his mouth, and leaned back with a dark smirk.
“Decent dessert, Monica. But we all know what tasted better tonight…”
Monica gave a small, playful smile, adjusting her dupatta slightly.
“You guys never get tired of reminding me, do you?”
“We have to leave now. The raid situation is serious. But fuck…..”
Raju nodded, eyes dark and sharp.
Before leaving, the men turned their attention to the bedroom where Rakesh was still slumped half-conscious.
Ustad smirked.
“Let’s put this madarchod to bed properly. Can’t leave the birthday boy like this.”
They dragged the barely conscious Rakesh from the chair and carried him into the bedroom, laying him on the same bed where Monica had been moaning shamelessly just minutes earlier.
Bheem patted Rakesh’s cheek mockingly.
“Sleep well, cuck.Happy birthday, madarchod.”
Raju laughed cruelly and whispered to a half conscious Rakesh
“Imagine… your randi wife was lifting her ass for us and screaming like a whore on your own bed. And you couldn’t even stay awake to watch. Pathetic.”
Ustad added one last jab.
Monica stood at the doorway, watching them
“Arey… don’t bully him so much. It’s his birthday today. Have some mercy on the poor guy.”
The men chuckled but finally stepped back.
She met their hungry stares with a subtle, teasing smile
“Be safe out there. hope things turn out okay" she said and waved them off
The men sat around the table, eyes following her every movement. Bheem adjusted his still-hard cock in his pants, muttering, “Saali looks even hotter in that robe, madarchod…”
Raju nodded, breathing heavily. “Fuck… how are we supposed to leave when she’s walking around like this?”
Monica returned a few minutes later carrying a tray with bowls of rich, creamy rasmalai and warm gulab jamun she had prepared earlier. She bent low to place the tray on the table, just then..
Knock… Knock… Knock…
A firm, loud knock came from the main door.
Monica froze. She remembered how loudly she had been moaning just minutes ago.
Ustad looked toward the door sharply.
“Who is it?”
An alert voice spoke "Watchman!!"
Monica whispered in panic, robe barely closed.
“What the hell… that asshole watchman is here. How can I open the door wearing this? I can’t go like this!”
Bheem stood up calmly and placed a reassuring hand on her waist.
“Relax, Monica. Don’t panic. We’ll manage. You go and change... Take your time. We’ll handle him.”
Monica nodded quickly,
“Okay… I’ll be fast. God, this is so embarrassing.… he must have heard everything.”
She rushed back into the bedroom.
Bheem opened the door.
The watchman stood outside, looking suspicious.
“I heard some sounds, sahab… everything okay inside? Where is memsaab?”
Bheem replied coldly, blocking the view.
“Everything is perfect, bhai. We are Rakesh saab’s friends. Memsaab is in the kitchen.”
The watchman craned his neck, still doubtful.
“So much shouting and noise was coming… what was happening? It sounded… strange.”
Just then, Monica emerged from the bedroom, now wearing a maroon salwar kameez. The transformation was striking — from near-naked temptress to a decent, respectable wife. The soft cotton kameez hugged her heavy breasts snugly, the dupatta dbangd neatly over her chest, covering her cleavage properly.
“Arey Bhadur… all okay?” she asked casually with a sweet smile as she walked closer.
The watchman looked at her directly.
“Madam, I heard loud sounds… hope you are okay? It was quite loud.”
Monica smiled calmly.
“Yes, absolutely. What will happen? Today is Rakesh’s birthday and these are his friends. We were just celebrating a little loudly, that’s all. Sorry if it disturbed you.”
The watchman nodded slowly, still a bit suspicious.
Bheem asked smoothly,
“Bhai, would you like a glass of whiskey? It’s a cold, rainy night outside. Come, warm yourself up.”
Monica quickly moved to pour a generous glass.
“Please, Bhadur. Have it. We’re all good here. Thanks for checking on us though.”
The watchman took the glass, smiling a little.
“Thank you, madam… okay then. Take care.”
The watchman took a sip, nodded again, and finally turned to leave, though he glanced back once more before walking away
Monica closed the door behind him, with a playfully frustrated tone, she muttered,
“uff That asshole made me wear this salwar in the middle of the night…so much of pain...”
Ustad took the last bite, wiped his mouth, and leaned back with a dark smirk.
“Decent dessert, Monica. But we all know what tasted better tonight…”
Monica gave a small, playful smile, adjusting her dupatta slightly.
“You guys never get tired of reminding me, do you?”
“We have to leave now. The raid situation is serious. But fuck…..”
Raju nodded, eyes dark and sharp.
Before leaving, the men turned their attention to the bedroom where Rakesh was still slumped half-conscious.
Ustad smirked.
“Let’s put this madarchod to bed properly. Can’t leave the birthday boy like this.”
They dragged the barely conscious Rakesh from the chair and carried him into the bedroom, laying him on the same bed where Monica had been moaning shamelessly just minutes earlier.
Bheem patted Rakesh’s cheek mockingly.
“Sleep well, cuck.Happy birthday, madarchod.”
Raju laughed cruelly and whispered to a half conscious Rakesh
“Imagine… your randi wife was lifting her ass for us and screaming like a whore on your own bed. And you couldn’t even stay awake to watch. Pathetic.”
Ustad added one last jab.
Monica stood at the doorway, watching them
“Arey… don’t bully him so much. It’s his birthday today. Have some mercy on the poor guy.”
The men chuckled but finally stepped back.
She met their hungry stares with a subtle, teasing smile
“Be safe out there. hope things turn out okay" she said and waved them off
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