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After talking to Vicky and Rohan Ananya got disappointed...
The rest of the college day passed in a blur of pure torment for Ananya.
After the devastating call with Vicky, she somehow managed to leave the washroom and return to the staff room. She sat at her desk, books open in front of her, but the words on the page meant nothing. Her mind was a storm of catastrophic thoughts that refused to stop.
What if Rajesh sees the clear video?
What if he is already watching it right now?
My face… my mouth… everything clear…
He will leave me. He will hate me. Everyone will know.
Her blouse was still slightly damp from earlier. Every time she shifted in her chair she felt the residual tenderness between her thighs — the physical reminder of how thoroughly Vicky had used her — and the memory only made the fear sharper. She kept checking her phone every few minutes, hoping for a message that the problem had been solved. Nothing came.
By the time the final periods arrived, her head was pounding and her stomach felt hollow with anxiety.
She was sitting alone in the staff room, staring blankly at the wall, when a sudden loud “BOW!” exploded right behind her chair.
Ananya’s heart stopped for a full second. A sharp, involuntary cry left her throat as she spun around, eyes wide with pure fright.
Payal stood there, laughing softly at her reaction.
“Shit, Payal!” Ananya gasped, one hand pressed hard against her chest. “What is wrong with you?”
Payal grinned and pulled a chair close. “I knew you would get scared with a sudden shout, didi. You’ve been sitting here alone with such a serious face for so long. Tell me… what are you thinking so deeply?”
Ananya looked away and stayed silent. Her lips pressed together tightly.
Payal’s expression softened. She reached out and gently placed her hand over Ananya’s.
“If you have any grief or any problem, you can share it with me. Your heart will become lighter. You know I’m with you.”
Ananya still hesitated. The weight of the last two days sat heavy on her tongue. Revealing everything felt dangerous… but the isolation was becoming unbearable.
Payal lifted her hand and softly cupped Ananya’s cheek, her thumb brushing the warm skin.
“Please tell me, didi,” she requested gently. “If there is any solution, I will try to help you.”
Ananya’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She looked around to make sure the staff room was empty, then spoke in a low, broken voice.
“Payal… please don’t tell this to anyone. On that day… at Vicky’s villa… his friend took a video. Now he is blackmailing me. He wants to… sleep with me. Otherwise he will make the video viral and send the clear version to my husband.”
Payal’s eyes widened. She sat frozen for several seconds, completely stunned.
“What… Ananya? This much has happened and you didn’t tell me?” she finally whispered. “Wait. I will talk to Vicky sir right now.”
Ananya quickly shook her head. “I already told Vicky sir. But that bastard Rohan is also threatening and blackmailing Vicky sir. He has the clear video of both of us. He is demanding money and… me.”
“Ohhh… shit,” Payal breathed. She leaned back in her chair, the playful expression completely gone. “Now what will you do? Is there any solution?”
Both women sat in heavy silence. The only sound in the staff room was the distant noise of students in the corridors. Ananya’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap. Payal stared at the floor, her mind clearly racing.
The final bell rang, shattering the quiet.
They gathered their things and left the staff room together. As they walked toward the main gate, Arjun appeared from the opposite direction, deliberately crossing their path. He looked directly at Ananya, a small, knowing smile on his face.
“What, madam? Why are you so dull from morning till now?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp and teasing.
Ananya did not reply. She kept her gaze fixed ahead and walked past him in complete silence, her face pale and tight.
Arjun stopped and turned his head, watching her go. A dark, satisfied heat rose in his chest. His internal voice was pure filth:
Saali… tera ghamand tod ke hi rakhunga. Tujhe nangi karke khoob chodunga. Dekh, tujhe rand banadunga.
He laughed quietly under his breath, already imagining her soft body stripped bare, her arrogant mouth open in helpless moans, her legs spread wide while he took the revenge he had been craving since the day she had him suspended.
Ananya and Payal continued walking out of the college gates, both women lost in their own heavy thoughts, unaware that the circle of men who wanted to claim Ananya had only grown tighter around her.
As Ananya and Payal walked out of the college gates together, the late afternoon sun felt too bright against Ananya’s pale face. She walked with her eyes lowered, her mind completely withdrawn from the world around her.
Bhagwan, please save me from this problem… please don’t let Rajesh see that video… please make this nightmare end…
The silent prayer repeated endlessly inside her head. Her fingers tightly clutched the strap of her bag. Every few steps the image of the clear video flashed behind her eyes — her own face, her mouth, Vicky’s face above her — and her stomach twisted with fresh fear. She barely noticed the traffic or the other people on the road. Her entire being was trapped in the terror of what might already be happening, or what could happen at any moment.
Payal walked beside her in silence, but her thoughts were completely different.
She knew the truth.
She knew this was no ordinary blackmail. It was a carefully built trap by Vicky and Rohan — and she was part of it. The thought of Ananya being taken by both men made a dark, hungry heat gather low in her belly. She wanted to see it. She wanted to hear every moan and every broken cry that would leave Ananya’s soft mouth.
And more than that… she wanted her own turn.
Payal’s mind filled with a vivid, filthy image: Ananya on her back, legs spread, while she herself wore a thick strap-on dildo and slowly pushed into that tight, married pussy. She wanted to watch Ananya’s face change — from shame, to resistance, to helpless pleasure — while the three of them used her body completely. The opportunity was coming closer, and the knowledge made a quiet, satisfied smile curl at the corner of Payal’s lips.
Soon, didi… you will become exactly what they want. And I will enjoy every second of it.
When they reached the point where their paths separated, Payal touched Ananya’s arm lightly.
“Go home and rest, didi. Don’t think too much.”
Ananya only nodded weakly and walked away without looking back.
By the time Ananya reached home, the dull, heavy expression on her face had settled deeply. She changed out of her saree slowly, every movement mechanical. When Rajesh returned from the office, she forced a smile onto her lips and went to the door to welcome him.
“You’re back,” she said softly, taking his bag. The smile did not reach her eyes.
Rajesh looked at her carefully. Something in her face felt off — a flatness, a distance that had not been there before.
They sat down for dinner. Ananya served the food as usual, but she ate very little. Her answers to his casual questions about the day were short and polite. Rajesh noticed the way she kept her gaze mostly on her plate.
Later, when they were in bed, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of the ceiling fan. Rajesh turned onto his side and looked at his wife. The soft night light showed the faint tension still present in her features.
“How is college going?” he asked gently. “You are looking a little dull today. Did anything happen?”
Ananya’s heart gave a small, frightened jump. She quickly arranged her face into another soft, false smile.
“Everything is fine,” she said. “Just a little headache, that’s all. Nothing else.”
Rajesh did not look convinced. He reached out and lightly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.
“You’ve been quiet since I came home. Are you sure nothing happened?”
“I’m sure,” she replied, her voice soft but steady. “Really. Just tired.”
She turned onto her side, facing away from him, and closed her eyes as if ready for sleep. But her mind was still racing.
Rajesh remained awake a little longer, staring at her back. A quiet, uneasy thought settled in his mind:
Something has happened. She is hiding something.
He did not press further that night. But the first small crack of doubt about his wife’s silence had already appeared — while Ananya lay rigid beside him, silently praying that the clear video would never reach his phone....
The next morning Ananya did not go to college.
She had already informed the principal’s office that she was unwell and needed a day’s leave. The decision had been made in the middle of a sleepless night. Her body felt heavy, her mind exhausted from the endless loop of fear. She moved through the quiet house like a ghost while Rajesh still slept.
In the bathroom she stood under the shower, letting the warm water run over her skin. She washed her hair, her face, her body with mechanical movements, trying to feel clean. The water traced the soft curves of her breasts, slid down the gentle slope of her stomach, and passed over the deep oval of her navel. Even the ordinary act of bathing felt charged with dread. She kept thinking that somewhere, on someone else’s phone, there existed a clear video of this same body on its knees.
When she stepped out and began drying herself, her phone, lying on the bathroom shelf, lit up with a new message.
She did not notice it at first. She wrapped the towel around her body, stepped into the bedroom, and started taking out fresh clothes — a simple salwar kameez, underwear, everything ordinary and modest. Only after she had put on her panty and bra did she pick up the phone.
The message was from the same unknown number.
“Be ready for romance. Clean yourself everything. 10 AM to 10 PM. 12 hours you are mine.”
Ananya’s blood turned to ice.
The phone trembled in her hand. Her eyes moved over the words again and again, as if the meaning might change. Twelve hours. From morning until night. Completely his.
A violent wave of panic crashed through her. She sat down hard on the edge of the bed, the towel slipping from her shoulders. Her damp hair clung to her neck. Her heart began slamming so hard she could hear it in her ears.
She immediately dialled Vicky.
He answered quickly.
“Ananya?”
“Sir—” her voice broke at once. “A message came. From the same number. He is telling me to be ready from 10 to 10… twelve hours… he says I am his. What is happening? Did you speak to him again? Please tell me something has changed—”
On the other end, Vicky let out a long, heavy breath that sounded like defeat.
“I also talked to him, Ananya. Many times. He is not listening. He is completely adamant. He said if I try to stop him, he will release the clear video to everyone — your husband, the college, my business partners. My reputation will be destroyed, and yours too.”
Ananya’s free hand clenched the bedsheet.
“He also messaged me,” Vicky continued, his voice low and reluctant. “He told me to come there and watch. But I… I cannot see you while he does that to you. I cannot. If anything goes truly wrong, if you feel you are in real danger, just give me a ring. I will be there. But right now… I have no way to stop him.”
The words landed like stones.
Ananya’s hands began to shake so badly that the phone slipped from her fingers and fell onto the bed. She stared at it as if it were something poisonous. The last thin thread of hope she had been holding — the belief that Vicky could still protect her — snapped cleanly.
For several long seconds she sat frozen, naked except for her undergarments, damp hair dripping onto her shoulders, the message still glowing on the screen.
Then, with a desperate, last courage, she picked up the phone again and dialled the unknown number.
It rang only once.
“Hello, baby,” Rohan’s voice came through, relaxed and already amused.
Ananya’s throat was so tight she could barely speak.
“Sir… please leave me. I am a married woman. I am a college lecturer. That day… what happened… it happened by mistake. Please leave me. I will give you however much money you want. Just leave me.”
Rohan’s soft laugh cut across her words.
“Shut up, baby. I don’t need money. Vicky already offered me half of his wealth if I drop this. I refused. I don’t want money. You are more than money. I want to fuck you deep. I want to enjoy that ripe, proud, soft body of yours for twelve full hours. I don’t know how soft Vicky is with you, or how soft your husband is… but I am rough. Very rough.”
Ananya’s entire body went cold. A fresh wave of pure fear washed over her skin. Her nipples tightened involuntarily under the bra; her stomach clenched so hard it hurt.
“Please—” she tried again, her voice cracking into a plea. “Please don’t do this. I am begging you. I will do anything else. Just not this—”
“If you fail to come,” Rohan interrupted, his tone suddenly flat and final, “I will send the clear video to your husband. Maybe he will also enjoy watching how his respectable wife looks when she is busy sucking another man’s cock. The address is coming to your phone right now. Be there at 10. Don’t be late.”
The call ended.
Ananya sat on the bed in complete silence. The new message with the address had already arrived. Her hands were still shaking. Her heart was racing so fast she felt dizzy. The towel had fallen completely away. She was half-naked, damp, and more terrified than she had ever been in her life.
Twelve hours.
Rough.
No escape.
And the clear video was still waiting, ready to destroy everything the moment she refused....
After talking to Vicky and Rohan Ananya got disappointed...
The rest of the college day passed in a blur of pure torment for Ananya.
After the devastating call with Vicky, she somehow managed to leave the washroom and return to the staff room. She sat at her desk, books open in front of her, but the words on the page meant nothing. Her mind was a storm of catastrophic thoughts that refused to stop.
What if Rajesh sees the clear video?
What if he is already watching it right now?
My face… my mouth… everything clear…
He will leave me. He will hate me. Everyone will know.
Her blouse was still slightly damp from earlier. Every time she shifted in her chair she felt the residual tenderness between her thighs — the physical reminder of how thoroughly Vicky had used her — and the memory only made the fear sharper. She kept checking her phone every few minutes, hoping for a message that the problem had been solved. Nothing came.
By the time the final periods arrived, her head was pounding and her stomach felt hollow with anxiety.
She was sitting alone in the staff room, staring blankly at the wall, when a sudden loud “BOW!” exploded right behind her chair.
Ananya’s heart stopped for a full second. A sharp, involuntary cry left her throat as she spun around, eyes wide with pure fright.
Payal stood there, laughing softly at her reaction.
“Shit, Payal!” Ananya gasped, one hand pressed hard against her chest. “What is wrong with you?”
Payal grinned and pulled a chair close. “I knew you would get scared with a sudden shout, didi. You’ve been sitting here alone with such a serious face for so long. Tell me… what are you thinking so deeply?”
Ananya looked away and stayed silent. Her lips pressed together tightly.
Payal’s expression softened. She reached out and gently placed her hand over Ananya’s.
“If you have any grief or any problem, you can share it with me. Your heart will become lighter. You know I’m with you.”
Ananya still hesitated. The weight of the last two days sat heavy on her tongue. Revealing everything felt dangerous… but the isolation was becoming unbearable.
Payal lifted her hand and softly cupped Ananya’s cheek, her thumb brushing the warm skin.
“Please tell me, didi,” she requested gently. “If there is any solution, I will try to help you.”
Ananya’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She looked around to make sure the staff room was empty, then spoke in a low, broken voice.
“Payal… please don’t tell this to anyone. On that day… at Vicky’s villa… his friend took a video. Now he is blackmailing me. He wants to… sleep with me. Otherwise he will make the video viral and send the clear version to my husband.”
Payal’s eyes widened. She sat frozen for several seconds, completely stunned.
“What… Ananya? This much has happened and you didn’t tell me?” she finally whispered. “Wait. I will talk to Vicky sir right now.”
Ananya quickly shook her head. “I already told Vicky sir. But that bastard Rohan is also threatening and blackmailing Vicky sir. He has the clear video of both of us. He is demanding money and… me.”
“Ohhh… shit,” Payal breathed. She leaned back in her chair, the playful expression completely gone. “Now what will you do? Is there any solution?”
Both women sat in heavy silence. The only sound in the staff room was the distant noise of students in the corridors. Ananya’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap. Payal stared at the floor, her mind clearly racing.
The final bell rang, shattering the quiet.
They gathered their things and left the staff room together. As they walked toward the main gate, Arjun appeared from the opposite direction, deliberately crossing their path. He looked directly at Ananya, a small, knowing smile on his face.
“What, madam? Why are you so dull from morning till now?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp and teasing.
Ananya did not reply. She kept her gaze fixed ahead and walked past him in complete silence, her face pale and tight.
Arjun stopped and turned his head, watching her go. A dark, satisfied heat rose in his chest. His internal voice was pure filth:
Saali… tera ghamand tod ke hi rakhunga. Tujhe nangi karke khoob chodunga. Dekh, tujhe rand banadunga.
He laughed quietly under his breath, already imagining her soft body stripped bare, her arrogant mouth open in helpless moans, her legs spread wide while he took the revenge he had been craving since the day she had him suspended.
Ananya and Payal continued walking out of the college gates, both women lost in their own heavy thoughts, unaware that the circle of men who wanted to claim Ananya had only grown tighter around her.
As Ananya and Payal walked out of the college gates together, the late afternoon sun felt too bright against Ananya’s pale face. She walked with her eyes lowered, her mind completely withdrawn from the world around her.
Bhagwan, please save me from this problem… please don’t let Rajesh see that video… please make this nightmare end…
The silent prayer repeated endlessly inside her head. Her fingers tightly clutched the strap of her bag. Every few steps the image of the clear video flashed behind her eyes — her own face, her mouth, Vicky’s face above her — and her stomach twisted with fresh fear. She barely noticed the traffic or the other people on the road. Her entire being was trapped in the terror of what might already be happening, or what could happen at any moment.
Payal walked beside her in silence, but her thoughts were completely different.
She knew the truth.
She knew this was no ordinary blackmail. It was a carefully built trap by Vicky and Rohan — and she was part of it. The thought of Ananya being taken by both men made a dark, hungry heat gather low in her belly. She wanted to see it. She wanted to hear every moan and every broken cry that would leave Ananya’s soft mouth.
And more than that… she wanted her own turn.
Payal’s mind filled with a vivid, filthy image: Ananya on her back, legs spread, while she herself wore a thick strap-on dildo and slowly pushed into that tight, married pussy. She wanted to watch Ananya’s face change — from shame, to resistance, to helpless pleasure — while the three of them used her body completely. The opportunity was coming closer, and the knowledge made a quiet, satisfied smile curl at the corner of Payal’s lips.
Soon, didi… you will become exactly what they want. And I will enjoy every second of it.
When they reached the point where their paths separated, Payal touched Ananya’s arm lightly.
“Go home and rest, didi. Don’t think too much.”
Ananya only nodded weakly and walked away without looking back.
By the time Ananya reached home, the dull, heavy expression on her face had settled deeply. She changed out of her saree slowly, every movement mechanical. When Rajesh returned from the office, she forced a smile onto her lips and went to the door to welcome him.
“You’re back,” she said softly, taking his bag. The smile did not reach her eyes.
Rajesh looked at her carefully. Something in her face felt off — a flatness, a distance that had not been there before.
They sat down for dinner. Ananya served the food as usual, but she ate very little. Her answers to his casual questions about the day were short and polite. Rajesh noticed the way she kept her gaze mostly on her plate.
Later, when they were in bed, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of the ceiling fan. Rajesh turned onto his side and looked at his wife. The soft night light showed the faint tension still present in her features.
“How is college going?” he asked gently. “You are looking a little dull today. Did anything happen?”
Ananya’s heart gave a small, frightened jump. She quickly arranged her face into another soft, false smile.
“Everything is fine,” she said. “Just a little headache, that’s all. Nothing else.”
Rajesh did not look convinced. He reached out and lightly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.
“You’ve been quiet since I came home. Are you sure nothing happened?”
“I’m sure,” she replied, her voice soft but steady. “Really. Just tired.”
She turned onto her side, facing away from him, and closed her eyes as if ready for sleep. But her mind was still racing.
Rajesh remained awake a little longer, staring at her back. A quiet, uneasy thought settled in his mind:
Something has happened. She is hiding something.
He did not press further that night. But the first small crack of doubt about his wife’s silence had already appeared — while Ananya lay rigid beside him, silently praying that the clear video would never reach his phone....
The next morning Ananya did not go to college.
She had already informed the principal’s office that she was unwell and needed a day’s leave. The decision had been made in the middle of a sleepless night. Her body felt heavy, her mind exhausted from the endless loop of fear. She moved through the quiet house like a ghost while Rajesh still slept.
In the bathroom she stood under the shower, letting the warm water run over her skin. She washed her hair, her face, her body with mechanical movements, trying to feel clean. The water traced the soft curves of her breasts, slid down the gentle slope of her stomach, and passed over the deep oval of her navel. Even the ordinary act of bathing felt charged with dread. She kept thinking that somewhere, on someone else’s phone, there existed a clear video of this same body on its knees.
When she stepped out and began drying herself, her phone, lying on the bathroom shelf, lit up with a new message.
She did not notice it at first. She wrapped the towel around her body, stepped into the bedroom, and started taking out fresh clothes — a simple salwar kameez, underwear, everything ordinary and modest. Only after she had put on her panty and bra did she pick up the phone.
The message was from the same unknown number.
“Be ready for romance. Clean yourself everything. 10 AM to 10 PM. 12 hours you are mine.”
Ananya’s blood turned to ice.
The phone trembled in her hand. Her eyes moved over the words again and again, as if the meaning might change. Twelve hours. From morning until night. Completely his.
A violent wave of panic crashed through her. She sat down hard on the edge of the bed, the towel slipping from her shoulders. Her damp hair clung to her neck. Her heart began slamming so hard she could hear it in her ears.
She immediately dialled Vicky.
He answered quickly.
“Ananya?”
“Sir—” her voice broke at once. “A message came. From the same number. He is telling me to be ready from 10 to 10… twelve hours… he says I am his. What is happening? Did you speak to him again? Please tell me something has changed—”
On the other end, Vicky let out a long, heavy breath that sounded like defeat.
“I also talked to him, Ananya. Many times. He is not listening. He is completely adamant. He said if I try to stop him, he will release the clear video to everyone — your husband, the college, my business partners. My reputation will be destroyed, and yours too.”
Ananya’s free hand clenched the bedsheet.
“He also messaged me,” Vicky continued, his voice low and reluctant. “He told me to come there and watch. But I… I cannot see you while he does that to you. I cannot. If anything goes truly wrong, if you feel you are in real danger, just give me a ring. I will be there. But right now… I have no way to stop him.”
The words landed like stones.
Ananya’s hands began to shake so badly that the phone slipped from her fingers and fell onto the bed. She stared at it as if it were something poisonous. The last thin thread of hope she had been holding — the belief that Vicky could still protect her — snapped cleanly.
For several long seconds she sat frozen, naked except for her undergarments, damp hair dripping onto her shoulders, the message still glowing on the screen.
Then, with a desperate, last courage, she picked up the phone again and dialled the unknown number.
It rang only once.
“Hello, baby,” Rohan’s voice came through, relaxed and already amused.
Ananya’s throat was so tight she could barely speak.
“Sir… please leave me. I am a married woman. I am a college lecturer. That day… what happened… it happened by mistake. Please leave me. I will give you however much money you want. Just leave me.”
Rohan’s soft laugh cut across her words.
“Shut up, baby. I don’t need money. Vicky already offered me half of his wealth if I drop this. I refused. I don’t want money. You are more than money. I want to fuck you deep. I want to enjoy that ripe, proud, soft body of yours for twelve full hours. I don’t know how soft Vicky is with you, or how soft your husband is… but I am rough. Very rough.”
Ananya’s entire body went cold. A fresh wave of pure fear washed over her skin. Her nipples tightened involuntarily under the bra; her stomach clenched so hard it hurt.
“Please—” she tried again, her voice cracking into a plea. “Please don’t do this. I am begging you. I will do anything else. Just not this—”
“If you fail to come,” Rohan interrupted, his tone suddenly flat and final, “I will send the clear video to your husband. Maybe he will also enjoy watching how his respectable wife looks when she is busy sucking another man’s cock. The address is coming to your phone right now. Be there at 10. Don’t be late.”
The call ended.
Ananya sat on the bed in complete silence. The new message with the address had already arrived. Her hands were still shaking. Her heart was racing so fast she felt dizzy. The towel had fallen completely away. She was half-naked, damp, and more terrified than she had ever been in her life.
Twelve hours.
Rough.
No escape.
And the clear video was still waiting, ready to destroy everything the moment she refused....
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