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Monica took time to recover from that sleazy sex with Ustad. In the first few weeks, the phantom sensations came without warning. Monica would be sitting in a routine morning office video call, and suddenly a sharp hot flash would hit her skin—the vivid sight of Ustad’s big fat cock ramming her chut and she shamelessly yelling . Her heart would race, her palms would go cold, and she would have to switch off her camera just to steady her breathing.
But she learnt the art of moving on. She can’t just jeopardize her marriage like this. Rakesh has done nothing wrong in reality other than the fact he was never manly enough. Monica and Rakesh both knew they had to work on their marriage. They were young and hopefully have a beautiful conjugal life ahead.
Monica would wake up early and quietly step into the kitchen, making breakfast for Rakesh every morning. There is no easier way to rebuild a relationship than to enjoy simple delicious home made food together.
"Monica? You don’t have to wake up this early," Rakesh murmured, smiling warmly as he pulled out a chair. "Your office call isn't till ten."
"I wanted to," she said softly, handing him a steaming mug
That weekend they were out exploring a new Pan Asian restaurant. Monica wore a sleek black dress, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. Across the candlelit table, Rakesh stared at her as she took a slow sip of red wine.
A sudden, quiet flicker of doubt stirred in his chest. He remembered her strange physical exhaustion when they returned from the village, the subtle, fading marks on her skin she had blamed on insect bites, and her newfound, intense hunger in bed over the past weeks.
Did something happen down in the village? the thought whispered in the back of his mind watching his sexy , elegant wife. Was there something she didn't tell me?
These doubts have haunted Rakesh ever since coming back from Village.
"What are you thinking about?" Monica asked, noticing his quiet gaze.
Rakesh reached across the table, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. "
"Just thinking about how lucky I am. You look gorgeous tonight, Monica"
Monica smiled!
*****†*****
Monica and Ustad did not talk to each other even on text for a long time. After 2 months, it was Monica and Rakesh’s wedding anniversary!
Ustad texted her in the afternoon “Happy Wedding anniversary Monica ..I wished Rakesh too!”
Monica saw the text and did not reply for a long time.. then just before leaving office, she typed “ Thank you..how you have been”
" I am good Monica , what’s the plan tonight ?” Ustad wrote back
“ Nothing much , we will go out for dinner !”
“ Just Dinner ? That’s boring no Monica ?”
“Ahh… We are boring people Ustad Miyan .. We don’t build betting rings and evade the p-o-l-i-c-e!”
“ hahahaaa… that is true Monica ..don’t ask me what’s am going through”
Monica texted back after an hour
“ Are you really running from the law, Ustad ? Where are you exactly?”
“ In South India… trying to build a localized betting ring here ..North Indian market is just so difficult to penetrate”
“Okay all the best.. I got to go..buzz me or Rakesh when you are in Gurgaon next!”
“Sure, happy anniversary once again!”
Two weeks later, Monica met Ustad alone at a quiet, roadside café on the outskirts of the Jaipur highway—far away from both their offices and homes.
They sat at a corner table.
"How is Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked first
"He is fine. Busy with work," Monica replied, stirring her black coffee. She looked him straight in the eye, cutting through the tension. "What happened in the village, Ustad Miyan... it was a heat-of-the-moment mistake. We both know it can't happen again."
Ustad took a slow sip of his tea, his face completely calm and unbothered. "Agreed, Monica. You should not be breaking your head over it! We both have clear heads now. No need to bring the past into the future."
He leaned forward slightly. "Right now, I have bigger troubles. I’m trying to expand my local betting network in the south.. But the market is tight. Nobody wants to put big investor money into a startup like this without proper safety”
"You need investor backing?" Monica asked
"Yes…" Ustad said plainly. "My local boys have muscle, but no big party trusts us with lakhs without a solid setup."
"Don't rush it," Monica advised calmly. "Without a clear accounting system, big investors will think your boys will run away with the money…Chalo I got to go Ustad… You take care please!”
****************
A few weeks later, Rakesh and Monica were returning from the site visit of a lucrative Eco tourism project!
"It’s a goldmine, Monica," Rakesh said. "In three years, that land value will double. It’s the exact long-term moat we’ve been looking for."
Monica leaned her head "It doesn't matter how good it is, Rakesh. You heard the owner. He’s explicitly looking for institutional investors—Pvt Ltd companies only. He won't sign an MoU with individual buyers like us."
"I know," Rakesh said, He paused for a mile before speaking again. "What if we don't buy it as individuals?"
Monica turned her head. "Meaning?"
"Ustad," Rakesh said plainly. "He registered a Private Limited company last year to legalise his business”
Monica instantly straightened up "Ustad? Are you out of your mind, Rakesh? He’s shady. We both know the kind of off-the-books stuff he deals in"
Rakesh soothing her tone. "Listen to me first. We don't give him cash…We simply use his registered corporate entity on paper to sign the MoU with the resort owner. That satisfies the owner's requirement"
Monica stared at him, analyzing the logic "If his company signs, his name is on the primary agreement."
"Only as a paper vehicle," Rakesh insisted. "We draft a side-letter between us and Ustad ensuring the underlying asset rights belong to us"
Monica looked back, the eco-resort was too good to pass up, and on paper, Rakesh’s logic sounded clean. "Fine," she said softly. "But strictly on paper. Nothing more."
The next morning, Rakesh called Ustad on his phone. Ustad was in some South Indian village.
Ustad listened silently as Rakesh explained the situation!
"So you just need my company stamp and registration papers, Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked
"Just the paper registration to lock the plot, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said "It makes his legal team happy, and we get the allocation."
There was a long pause on the other end…. "It’s a corporate matter, brother. Let me talk to my legal guy down here in the south. Give me two days to think it over."
Forty-eight hours later, Monica was setting up dinner at the dining table on a Saturday night when Rakesh’s phone rang. He put it on speaker.
"Rakesh bhai," Ustad’s voice echoed through the room. "I spoke to my advocate. My company papers are clean enough to clear your resort owner’s verification. I can let you use my company’s name"
Rakesh smiled, looking at Monica. "That’s great, Ustad. We really appreciate—"
"But Rakesh bhai," Ustad cut in gently, his tone shifting into something deliberate. "Nothing moves for free in this world. You know how it is."
Monica’s eyes locked onto the phone. "What do you have in mind, Ustad Miyan?" she asked, her voice straight.
"I am down here in Tamil Nadu trying to scale up this betting setup," Ustad said "The local money is big, but my accounts are a mess. Local bookies are illiterate, and investors want to see proper structure"
He paused
"You and Rakesh bhai would know how to handle investor pitches, and clean up financial structures. In return for letting you use my company name, I want two hours of advisory service from both of you every Sunday morning. You need to keep my accounting clean."
Rakesh hesitated, looking at Monica. Two hours on a Sunday morning didn't sound like much!
"Just two hours on Sundays right or you will keep asking for more?" Rakesh asked, clarifying.
"Just two hours, Rakesh that’s all ..” Ustad replied with a soft, low chuckle
Monica felt a subtle prickle of unease at the back of her neck, but looking at Rakesh's hopeful expression, she pushed it down.
"Alright, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said firmly. "We have a deal."
But she learnt the art of moving on. She can’t just jeopardize her marriage like this. Rakesh has done nothing wrong in reality other than the fact he was never manly enough. Monica and Rakesh both knew they had to work on their marriage. They were young and hopefully have a beautiful conjugal life ahead.
Monica would wake up early and quietly step into the kitchen, making breakfast for Rakesh every morning. There is no easier way to rebuild a relationship than to enjoy simple delicious home made food together.
"Monica? You don’t have to wake up this early," Rakesh murmured, smiling warmly as he pulled out a chair. "Your office call isn't till ten."
"I wanted to," she said softly, handing him a steaming mug
That weekend they were out exploring a new Pan Asian restaurant. Monica wore a sleek black dress, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. Across the candlelit table, Rakesh stared at her as she took a slow sip of red wine.
A sudden, quiet flicker of doubt stirred in his chest. He remembered her strange physical exhaustion when they returned from the village, the subtle, fading marks on her skin she had blamed on insect bites, and her newfound, intense hunger in bed over the past weeks.
Did something happen down in the village? the thought whispered in the back of his mind watching his sexy , elegant wife. Was there something she didn't tell me?
These doubts have haunted Rakesh ever since coming back from Village.
"What are you thinking about?" Monica asked, noticing his quiet gaze.
Rakesh reached across the table, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. "
"Just thinking about how lucky I am. You look gorgeous tonight, Monica"
Monica smiled!
*****†*****
Monica and Ustad did not talk to each other even on text for a long time. After 2 months, it was Monica and Rakesh’s wedding anniversary!
Ustad texted her in the afternoon “Happy Wedding anniversary Monica ..I wished Rakesh too!”
Monica saw the text and did not reply for a long time.. then just before leaving office, she typed “ Thank you..how you have been”
" I am good Monica , what’s the plan tonight ?” Ustad wrote back
“ Nothing much , we will go out for dinner !”
“ Just Dinner ? That’s boring no Monica ?”
“Ahh… We are boring people Ustad Miyan .. We don’t build betting rings and evade the p-o-l-i-c-e!”
“ hahahaaa… that is true Monica ..don’t ask me what’s am going through”
Monica texted back after an hour
“ Are you really running from the law, Ustad ? Where are you exactly?”
“ In South India… trying to build a localized betting ring here ..North Indian market is just so difficult to penetrate”
“Okay all the best.. I got to go..buzz me or Rakesh when you are in Gurgaon next!”
“Sure, happy anniversary once again!”
Two weeks later, Monica met Ustad alone at a quiet, roadside café on the outskirts of the Jaipur highway—far away from both their offices and homes.
They sat at a corner table.
"How is Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked first
"He is fine. Busy with work," Monica replied, stirring her black coffee. She looked him straight in the eye, cutting through the tension. "What happened in the village, Ustad Miyan... it was a heat-of-the-moment mistake. We both know it can't happen again."
Ustad took a slow sip of his tea, his face completely calm and unbothered. "Agreed, Monica. You should not be breaking your head over it! We both have clear heads now. No need to bring the past into the future."
He leaned forward slightly. "Right now, I have bigger troubles. I’m trying to expand my local betting network in the south.. But the market is tight. Nobody wants to put big investor money into a startup like this without proper safety”
"You need investor backing?" Monica asked
"Yes…" Ustad said plainly. "My local boys have muscle, but no big party trusts us with lakhs without a solid setup."
"Don't rush it," Monica advised calmly. "Without a clear accounting system, big investors will think your boys will run away with the money…Chalo I got to go Ustad… You take care please!”
****************
A few weeks later, Rakesh and Monica were returning from the site visit of a lucrative Eco tourism project!
"It’s a goldmine, Monica," Rakesh said. "In three years, that land value will double. It’s the exact long-term moat we’ve been looking for."
Monica leaned her head "It doesn't matter how good it is, Rakesh. You heard the owner. He’s explicitly looking for institutional investors—Pvt Ltd companies only. He won't sign an MoU with individual buyers like us."
"I know," Rakesh said, He paused for a mile before speaking again. "What if we don't buy it as individuals?"
Monica turned her head. "Meaning?"
"Ustad," Rakesh said plainly. "He registered a Private Limited company last year to legalise his business”
Monica instantly straightened up "Ustad? Are you out of your mind, Rakesh? He’s shady. We both know the kind of off-the-books stuff he deals in"
Rakesh soothing her tone. "Listen to me first. We don't give him cash…We simply use his registered corporate entity on paper to sign the MoU with the resort owner. That satisfies the owner's requirement"
Monica stared at him, analyzing the logic "If his company signs, his name is on the primary agreement."
"Only as a paper vehicle," Rakesh insisted. "We draft a side-letter between us and Ustad ensuring the underlying asset rights belong to us"
Monica looked back, the eco-resort was too good to pass up, and on paper, Rakesh’s logic sounded clean. "Fine," she said softly. "But strictly on paper. Nothing more."
The next morning, Rakesh called Ustad on his phone. Ustad was in some South Indian village.
Ustad listened silently as Rakesh explained the situation!
"So you just need my company stamp and registration papers, Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked
"Just the paper registration to lock the plot, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said "It makes his legal team happy, and we get the allocation."
There was a long pause on the other end…. "It’s a corporate matter, brother. Let me talk to my legal guy down here in the south. Give me two days to think it over."
Forty-eight hours later, Monica was setting up dinner at the dining table on a Saturday night when Rakesh’s phone rang. He put it on speaker.
"Rakesh bhai," Ustad’s voice echoed through the room. "I spoke to my advocate. My company papers are clean enough to clear your resort owner’s verification. I can let you use my company’s name"
Rakesh smiled, looking at Monica. "That’s great, Ustad. We really appreciate—"
"But Rakesh bhai," Ustad cut in gently, his tone shifting into something deliberate. "Nothing moves for free in this world. You know how it is."
Monica’s eyes locked onto the phone. "What do you have in mind, Ustad Miyan?" she asked, her voice straight.
"I am down here in Tamil Nadu trying to scale up this betting setup," Ustad said "The local money is big, but my accounts are a mess. Local bookies are illiterate, and investors want to see proper structure"
He paused
"You and Rakesh bhai would know how to handle investor pitches, and clean up financial structures. In return for letting you use my company name, I want two hours of advisory service from both of you every Sunday morning. You need to keep my accounting clean."
Rakesh hesitated, looking at Monica. Two hours on a Sunday morning didn't sound like much!
"Just two hours on Sundays right or you will keep asking for more?" Rakesh asked, clarifying.
"Just two hours, Rakesh that’s all ..” Ustad replied with a soft, low chuckle
Monica felt a subtle prickle of unease at the back of her neck, but looking at Rakesh's hopeful expression, she pushed it down.
"Alright, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said firmly. "We have a deal."
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