[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 40- What do you call a tavern of blackbirds?

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(The autowala has trapped Mahesh out of the blue. He threatened Mahesh that he would expose his secret to Ashish if  Mahesh do not let him sleep with Shilpa. Now he is following Ashish with Mahesh sitting in the back seat of his Auto.)


I observe Mahesh in the rearview mirror while sitting inside the Auto. He is devastated by how he got trapped, and now he is following her lover. The irony of it. He is a man caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea.

 He is indecisive, but I am not. I am certain that I am gonna win. I am gonna fuck Shilpa at the end. Nothing can stop me, not her lover nor even her husband. I will destroy Mahesh and that handsome lover of Shilpa as well. My victory is inevitable and fated. I am her destiny. 

Mahesh and I tailed Ashish riding our Auto until he reached the restaurant. Mahesh was visibly angry and worried as he saw his wife walking alongside his rival, holding hands. 
I don't blame him. He has reasons to be worried. Together Ashish and Shilpa looked like a solved puzzle- something that puts one's mind at ease. I am not one of them. I am indifferent to how good they look together.

 The aggravated husband began to communicate with me. He told me how much he loathes this clandestine courtship of his wife, how much he detests Ashish, and I encouraged him. 

I cannot fulfil my agenda without the disgruntled husband. I have agendas ..... grave agendas. I will fulfil those through his pain and resentment.

 I want Mahesh to be as angry as possible to make a deal with my colleague and me. Yes, I am thinking about double penetration, perhaps a gang bang. My colleague is in the transporting profession as well.

Now we are hiding in a long, stilt parking lot where Ashish has parked his car. The stilt parking lot is on the ground floor of the building and is covered by at least an 8 ft tall ceiling. It is open on two sides, and the other two sides act as walls. There are multiple rows full of  Numerous cars. It took Mahesh a considerable amount of time to locate Ashish's car.

 We picked a good hiding spot behind some unused dust-covered vehicles and waited for the adulterous couple. During our stake-out Mahesh recieved some lascivious confessions from Shilpa via texts. His face was bloodless, and I am not exaggerating. I have driven enough bloodless faces to their destination. Everyday life is a draining routine. 
He started whining, moaning like a bitch, boring me out of my mind by complaining about the sorry state of his marriage and the horrendous things he would do to solve his problems.
 I told him that I could help him. All he needs to do is just say 'yes' to my proposal. I told him that we didn't need to fight. I smiled at him purposely, and he looked terrified hearing that.

A familiar mellifluous voice hits Mahesh's ear. His wife's voice. It ususally brings joy to his ears, sometimes annoyance, but right now, it is only offering deep, aching heartaches. It has been like this for a couple of days.

"Vibe with me." Ashish encourages Shilpa with a smile on his face, twirling her body like that of a ballerina by using her hand.

Shilpa is giggling. Staying low, Mahesh sees in disbelief his ravishing wife gleefully pirouette in the parking lot.

*Her acting is good. She is fooling Ashish. Dancing is a nice touch* Mahesh consoles himself.
Cavorting in the deserted parking lot, Shilpa sails away from Ashish and lightly collides against a large round pillar.

They have reached Ashish's car. Pivoting against his drive with his leg, Ashish beguilingly stares at a joyous Shilpa who is now resting against the column.

"Come here." His voice sounds playful. Catching her lower lips, Shilpa nods her head from side to side, defying her lover's call.

Ashish gently repeats, "Come here." Shilpa's upper lip curls up, and she stays rooted in her place, her eyebrows knitted.

Staring at her soft puckish lips, Ashish again summons her maintaining his calm cadence, "Come  .", this time with his fingers.

His voice is like silk rolling over coarse sand. Her heart flaps, looking at his extended elbow and warm, loving profile above.

 It took every ounce of willpower from her not to run into the embrace of her charming lover. She remained at her place and noticed the gradual change in his expressions. 

His eyes are impenetrable now, his magnificent sculpture rigid. The covered parking lot has no light of its own but plenty of ambient sunlight pouring in from outside. He starts walking towards her, kissed by shadow and light. 

Shilpa's breasts swell, gawking at his leoline stride, controlled and full of authority. Her sex aches between her legs in anticipation, unable to determine anything from his inscrutable countenance.

*What is he upto?* Shilpa fantasizes about various erotic graphic possibilities.

Mahesh gulps, watching his wife's body forming an 'S' against the pillar, her proud breasts tossing in rhythm and protruding ass resting on the concrete wearing that peachy pink A-line dress, hands encircling the plastered column behind. 

*Is she not wearing any bra? That can't be true* A horrific thought lurks in Mahesh's mind.

I give him a dirty smile. Mahesh shivered.

His bully is marching toward his trembling wife like a stealthy animal. Mahesh swears he can hear Shilpa's excited deep breathing. Ashish stops a heartbeat away from Shilpa. 

Shilpa expects him to pounce on her, but no such move comes from him. He is towering over her and looking down into her buttered chocolate coloured eyes.

She lifts her hand timidly. He does not flinch. Her fingers land tenderly on his basalt jaw. 

Still, he does not move. Encouraged, her fingers explore upto his curved cheekbones. He stays still. Emboldened, Shilpa glides her fingers along with the prominence of his nose, his thick scythed eyebrows, and gradually the softness of his coiffed back brushed hair. 

Her nipples stiffened. She closes the gap between them. Those mere inches are unacceptable for her now. The familiar musk of his body is maddening her. Her hands are wildly feeling, massaging his Spartan shoulders and sometimes grabbing his mane above his neck.

*He is mineeeeeee*The buttered chocolate in her eyes melts as she roars inside and lunges to conquer his lips with her pouty yearnings.

Mahesh watched the whole episode with wide eyes. His wife is kissing his bully boss, rival, and archenemy with utter ferocity. She claims his lips with hers like it is the most desired thing in the world. It was a deep and lingering kiss.

Mahesh's heart clenches, listening to the wet smooching sound floating inside the silence of the parking lot. They are loud and shameless. He can clearly see their tongue dwelling, saliva flowing.

"Mmmphhh", A muffled moan came out of Shilpa's mouth. Mahesh feels a tightening in his chest. The moaning tarried, accompanied by her huffs and puffs.

For him, it felt the wet kiss was going on for eons and for them, it was too short once she broke it, panting hard. Their foreheads are resting against each other.

 Each's breathing on the other's face makes both of their blood dance. So much passion between them, so much unspoken words. They want to talk and sort things out, but the only way they know how to communicate is like this, talking will open pandora's box.

Ashish holds her flushed face from both sides, lifting it; she is shaking. 

"So beautiful" His voice is filled with wonder as he runs his thumbs on her chiselled cheekbones; she closes her eyes in bliss, melting away.

"So fucking beautiful." He curses, and his teeth grind against each other, drinking from the fountain of her magnificence.

Her crescent eyebrows arch up in contentment, and her face gets bedazzled with a serene smile listening to the polarising thoughts she is inspiring in him.

She twinkles open her late October eyes, and her fingers brush his newborn stubble; he hasn't got to shave today. He was busy making love to her.
"You should keep a trimmed beard." Her voice is husky.

"Fuck the beard.....*sighing*  What am I going to do with you?" His voice trembles, afraid of her yielding stare. Those are screaming - do anything, I don't care.
She is his muse, and what a terrifyingly brave muse she is.

"You asking for my opinion?" She murmurs, "hmmmm ....Democracy is of the beard, by the beard, for the beard." her puffy lips carelessly move, and her fingers rub on his flinty jaw.
He bursts out in laughter, and she joins him with a carefree giggle.

A thousand spears attack Mahesh's ears at once. He wishes he could unsee these things. It is painful to see his wife sharing light moments with his worst enemy.

I squeeze his shoulder. I can see he is beginning to reconsider my indecent proposal. I am waiting for a counter-proposal from him. I can sense he will come up with a plan which would mutually benefit us both.

Meanwhile, We both keep on witnessing his wife's live infidelity.

Ashish turns her towards the direction where Mahesh and his companion are hiding. 

Mahesh sees Ashish is busy with something on her upper back. The suspense was over quickly once it became evident he was unzipping Shilpa's dress. The upper portion of Shilpa's A-line dress is loosely hugging her body,  kept together by a hook mechanism on her back and the elastic around her waist, but the chain inbetween that single hook and the elastic band is completely unzipped.

Mahesh averts his eyes once he sees his bully's large mitts crawling over Shilpa's big tits under her dress. Evidently, now he is certain that his bully was parading his wife without a bra in the restaurant.

"Ummpphh..mpphh" A moan of ecstasy draws Mahesh's attention towards them again.

Mahesh gulps, noticing how beefy his bully's hands are, and those are pawing his wife's breasts right now.

Shilpa whines in frustration. Ashish chuckles, looking down at her from behind. His fingers are gingerly circling Shilpa's areolas keeping her wanton but not providing what she craves. She pouts at him, and he becomes merciful, cruelly merciful, and callously begins to caress her underboob.

Things do not improve much for Shilpa. The tantalizingly slow and light brushing is driving her crazy.

"What?" Ashish grins at her.

Mahesh can't hear what they are talking about right now. These abhorrent duos are whispering to his utter distress.

Then he clearly gets to hear -"Show me" from Ashish.

It shook Mahesh to the core when Shilpa's hands came up to assist his bully's hands. Something died in him looking at the sight of his wife teaching his worst enemy how to fondle her tits for her maximum pleasure.

"This is how you like it?" Ashish teases her.

Mahesh could not hear again. They have resumed that annoying husky whispering.

He only sees Shilpa blushing violently, and her lips move to give his bully an answer.

Then he sees something weird, his archenemy's lips come down, kissing his wife's forehead gently. They are not talking but sharing a lukewarm gaze. Mahesh can't make out why; he does not have time to think about it; he is more concerned about how his nemesis is working on his wife's bountiful tits.

It is a frightening sight. Their hands move in sync over her opulent tits as she guides him, moaning faintly. Once her pleasure becomes unbearable, her hands fall from the supple slopes of her boobs to her sides. Her blushing deepens, and moans become lewder.

Mahesh observes Ashish saying something in his wife's ear. His chest feels a sharp pang watching Ashish nibbling on her ear, and then his pointy tongue slithers inside her auditory canal, making her whimper.

He hears that shameful whimper.

"ufffff..."

It was full of lust. The squeezing on his wife's sumptuous tits has escalated, and his bully's hand motions are more rapid and innovative than she taught him.
Mahesh watched him asking her something again, but Shilpa did not give him an answer.

Shilpa bites her lips and stays mum, her face visibly encapturing the rapture she is feeling over her mammary glands right now.

Mahesh looks at his own hands and could not help but compare them to Ashish. He flusters, looking back at the massive hirsute hands of his bully under his wife's ruffled dress. 
Those are busy cupping Shilpa's lovely tits. His wife is a well-endowed woman, yet his tyrannical boss can cover all of her milky glory under his enormous palm.

" you are so strong..." Shilpa could not help but praise him, writhing in pleasure as if she was forced to.

Mahesh's balls shrink in humiliation at Shilpa's loud compliment.

"I know. Now answer my question." Ashish matches her volume.

"Ahhhh...goddd...yessss." A raspy moan fills the deserted parking lot. Ashish has clearly done something different, which Mahesh can't see or guess under her dress on her boobs. Ashish's face beams with delight, and Shilpa reddens.

Mahesh gulps *He is making her confess something? What is she confessing to?*

His(Ashish) smug lips come to his wife's ear again, and judging by the closely held eyebrows, Mahesh deduces it to be another question.
Shilpa's cheek flushes in embarrassing pink at the question.

A car enters the parking lot. Shilpa darts her eyes, but Ashish does not stop. Hidden behind the pillar, he changes the pattern of his kneading on her breasts. Shilpa puts a hand on her lips. Her lover's strong hands are relentless, and he knows better than her how to extract pleasure for her from her own spongy tits.

She realizes he is not going to stop despite the sounds of the cars, and she stops caring, leaving her security upto him and drowning herself in pleasure.

Mahesh is horrified by the thought of other people finding his wife in this state. She looks so vulnerable, her eyes glazed. He is already feeling the humiliation of the autowala sitting beside him and ogling everything that his marriage is going through. 

Now he has opened the camera and zoomed onto them to get a closer look at what's happening under Shilpa's dress.

Thankfully those people did not come to where this racy occurrence taking place and left soon.

By this time, his wife's condition has worsened. She is mewling and saying something to Ashish. 

Mahesh cringes in shame *Is she begging? No way she is too proud to beg*

He notices Ashish's face. It is the look Ashish gives him (Mahesh) when he( Ashish) humiliates him in the office. He forces him( Mahesh) to submit to his despicable will that look. Now his wife is becoming a victim of that look, and she submits with filthy moans sharing an uncanny bond with her husband unknowingly. 

This unsettles Mahesh.

Ashish sternly nods his head and asks her something again. Shilpa glances away, biting her lips and refraining from answering.

On the zoomed camera, Mahesh watches Ashish's fingers pulling Shilpa's nipples, and she moans in ecstasy, followed by another affirmative confession,"yesss..uffffffff....".
 
*Not her nipples* Mahesh begs inside, but Ashish does not stop even after she concedes and continues the subjugation of Shilpa's engorged nipples.

She nods her head up and down while shame dances on her vivacious face. Clearly, whatever he made her confess is embarrassing for her.

Ashish keeps working on her nipples, and she is throwing her head on his wide shoulder. Her lips are parted, eyes closed, and she is seemingly in a delirious state. Her legs trout away, unable to handle the erotic torture.

"Where you going?" Ashish pulls her onto him, grabbing all of her round tits, making tickles of excitement build inside her sweltering vulva.

Mahesh had never seen her this much out of control. Never has he witnessed those particular shades of red on her cheeks nor listened to those various lewd moans from her. Moreover, he had never seen her this aroused.

*She is not that aroused. Yes, she is aroused but not that much. This must be her part of the act. Is it, though?* Mahesh doubts his judgements.

Sitting beside him, I can see Mahesh is cooking up a plan in his mind. He has to. He is close to asking for my help. He can't stand those obscene sounds coming out of Shilpa's mouth, those wicked hands of his wife's lover on her tits constantly pawing, mauling, fondling, pinching, pulling, groping.

 He is the king of those two snowy mountains now, and both of his subjects are happy.

On the screen, Mahesh notices a sudden change in Shilpa's demeanour. Her body is wavering, her eyes filled with new degrees of lust, her face glowing, and her purrs are stronger.
He curiously looked up at them, and his jaw dropped. Ashish is moving his hips, slowly grinding against her plump ass.

Shilpa immediately gives her confession, "Yes.. yes... yes.."


Ashish turns her towards him and lifts her up. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hiking up her dress and exposing her wide bubble butt to Mahesh. The hotwife-slut hip chain dazzling on the fats of her rear, shaming their marriage. 

Mahesh pales, knowing she isn't wearing any panty, and maybe she wasn't joking about wearing the panty as a mask on her face.

That thought emasculates Mahesh knowing someone made her wife do that, and he could not stop him.

 Ashish holds her by her voluminous hanging butt and carries her towards his car while Shilpa munches on his thick lips above. 

In mid-way, Ashish stops as if he is posing for Mahesh's hidden camera while kissing his wife earnestly. He even spreads his wife's thick ass cheeks further as if just to give Mahesh a better view .
 Mahesh groans inwardly and notices he is fucking his wife's asshole with that damnable butt plug, and her glistening womanhood is gasping below, trickling down wetness on his shirt. Ashish smiles as Shilpa kisses him all over his face, showering him with feverish affection as he rotates the butt plug inside her anal cavity.

I notice that my colleague has stealthily joined us from the corner of my eyes. He grins at me, and I wink at him. I called him when Mahesh was busy earlier. My colleague is hiding behind another car. I don't alert Mahesh about my gang bang plan. He might get spooked by it. 

Ashish carefully places Shilpa's legs on the ground and lands a firm smack on her luscious rump, eliciting a horny from her throat.

"Turn around", He commands, and Shilpa does. A  portion of his car's bonnet was directly getting heat from the scorching sun. He pushes her body in that direction and bends her upper torso until her nipples stay just millimetres away from that heated metal.

"Stay like this, please and try not to burn yourself when I fuck you." He teases her. Shilpa flinches, looking at the overheated bonnet.

 Her body squirms in fear as her undulating boobs get steamed by the evaporating air from below. She does not want to imagine what would happen if he pressed her boobs against this blistering hot metal, but she trusts him. *He will not do any harm to my body*

Spreading her legs, she waits to be mounted by him facing danger right below her erect nipples.

We all watch silently as Ashish unzips his pants. 

Mahesh digs his claws on his skin, looking at his behemoth cock.Mahesh shakes in horror, thinking if that thing goes inside his wife's pussy, he can never please her again. His cock was jutting outwards, proudly, immense and thick.

 It was long and incredibly girthy across the length of it. Mahesh feels light-headed looking at his pouch is big, carrying two enormous testicles inside. It all hung there, uncompromising, intimidating and ballsy.

A few feet away, his wife just spread her legs even further, bending over the bonnet, her pussy lips swollen, heavy with the weight of her lust.

 Ashish comes forward and slaps his meaty cock on her soaked womanhood. Shilpa moans shamelessly in pure carnal itch and rolls her plump ass outwardly. The hotwife-slut engraved hip chain rolling over her ass globes. Mahesh helplessly watches her pussy, clenching out strings of pearly juices in anticipation, and her fingers come down to pat her overcharged mound.

He can not watch anymore; he looks away after seeing Ashish rubbing his giant cockhead along her pulsating nether lips.

"Please fuck me, Ashish, please, don't tease anymore." Shilpa pleads in a rhapsodic voice.

That's when he accepts my indecent proposal finally. I knew he would come up with a plan. He had been thinking about it all along.

"Make him stop, Please. She is yours tonight if you make him stop. Please make him stop. I will do anything you want. Anything." Mahesh pleads in a hushed voice (in Hindi). Pain drips from his voice; his request is sincere.


 He can not let Ashish fuck his wife. He just can't. He hates him from the depth of his soul.

Shilpa is still begging in a sultry voice as Ashish continues to beat his large thick shaft on her spasming opening while verbally teasing her.

The autowala gets up and shouts at Ashish and Shilpa (in hindi), "Hey, what's this non-sense, huh?!!! This is not something you do in public. Don't you have any shame?"

I watch the autowala keeping my distance. No, I am not the autowala.

 I am a nightmare for some. For others, a saviour I come. My hand's cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek.

Shilpa springs on her feet immediately, but Ashish does not move an inch. He slams his car in a fury like a starved predator and roars, "Fuck..Damn you." His hunt just got interrupted. He had his prey just right there, writhing in front of him, begging to be slaughtered. He stalked her for hours today, preparing her for this moment, and now it is ruined.

Even the autowala got scared. Ashish looks intimidating right now, but the autowala got genuine lust for Shilpa, and he needs Mahesh's cooperation to roll things smoothly.

 Moreover, he needs Shilpa horny tonight. He can't let this hung hunk please her pussy right now. Although he can't go into an all-out fight with Ashish either. Cause Ashish is his bargaining chip. If he loses the fistfight, Mahesh will get exposed.No Mahesh means no sophisticated pussy. Also, If Mahesh somehow refuses to pimp out his wife to him, he needs Ashish for his payback.

Shilpa can not afford a fight. If a fight breaks out, her identity will get exposed to Ashish.

Shilpa places her hand on Ashish's aching enraged thudding heart, urging him to let go and just with the touch, she calms him down. He looks at her softly, amazed by how much power she has over him. She is with the day-slave collar around her neck, yet he is her big bad wolf on a tight leash. 

She murmurs, "Let's go." They go inside the car. Ashish puts his depraved dick inside his pants and gives Shilpa his suit from the back seat so that she can cover herself. Her dress is a mess. Then they get out of the parking lot.

The autowala keeps shouting at them from behind, showing his manliness to make a good impression on Shilpa cause he is bedding her tonight.

Mahesh was waiting for this moment, planning it in his head . The autowala laughs, looking at the departing car, and yells(In Hindi), "That bitch is mine tonight."

Then he feels it. Sharp, blunt blinding pain at the back of his head and something wet running down his face. He feels it again and then again. He drops to the floor without even having a chance to scream. 
Before blacking out, he sees Mahesh standing over him with a blood-dripping crowbar in his hand.

What do you call a tavern of blackbirds? A crowbar

 He can feel someone dragging his body, but he can't move; he can't feel his limbs, he tries to speak, but nothing comes out. He is phasing in and out of his senses.

A distant voice hits his ears," You want me to call you from his phone?"

He loses his senses again.

He wakes up listening to, "Oh my god ....Indra  he is alive... oh god, what's gonna happen now?"

The autowala sees a man towering over his body, his vision is blurred, but he can recognize that it's a security officer uniform.

"Help me.....He hit me." He screams, but nothing comes out, only wheezing sounds. 

I get up so does my colleague. We both approach the autowala.

In his delirious state, the autowala recognize my colleague.

He inquires, "What was my sin?"

The Devil grins, "The list is long, but for starters...*chuckling*..  for being a voyeur."

My cold hands touch his faintly beating warm heart. I took him in my cold embrace and gave his body eternal rest with a chilling kiss on his cheek. 

I will return tonight for two more warm hearts teeming with joy. Stay tuned.

[Devilmaycry]

This chapter is so confusing .......What actually happened?

The narrator of this Chapter is 'Death". Death is a manifestation of Mahehs's intentions and imaginations. At the beginning of the Chapter, "Death" is riding with Mahesh, meaning Mahesh has murder in his heart.

 Throughout the Chapter, Death courts Mahesh, encouraging him to embrace his murderous thoughts. Death flirts, seduces, and then beds him. 

In other words, Mahesh juggles the idea of murder, then justify it with logic by witnessing Shilpa's infidelity, and finally commits it by killing the autowala with a little help from Inspector Indra later.

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Here is a foreshadowing of Mahesh's probable descent on a darker path.

Excerpt Chapter from Chapter 31,part 1

Ashish answers her, never leaving her face, "You love something. Then you try to protect it." his fingers smoothen her porcelain soft skin feeling the little tremors.

 Shilpa's voice trembles, "And?

 He explains, "And others get jealous about the thing you love. They might hate the thing you love or disregard its significance.....they may even try to harm it. Fear enters the scene and brings a plethora of other emotions along with it. Then you forget it all started with love." 

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The foreshadowing of the possible team-up of Inspector Indra and Mahesh

Excerpt from Chapter 33

A reluctant Indra is out of excuses to stay now, but before he steps away, he says, "One last thing Mahesh. The saying blood runs thicker than water is not true. It originally goes like this: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."

Mahesh is not listening; he fearfully gazing at the stairs. Shilpa's moan could strike their ears at any moment.

He absent-mindedly says, "Oh yeah?!!"

Indra explains, "Yes, which is exactly the opposite of what 'blood runs thicker than water' says. The bond people make while working together surpasses the bond that genetics weaves between family members. Bye for now."

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[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 41 : RAZORS 




"I think I just saw Mahesh," Ashish is puzzled, angry, and frustratingly aroused.


"What?!!! "Shilpa's lungs leap out of her throat, "Where?!!!" Her belly is cramping in fear, and she turns toward Ashish, who is driving the car.

His eyebrows are closely knitted, doubt mounting the cringes of his brooding forehead.

Ashish intuitively throws a glance at her blanched face, alerted by the raw panic in her voice.

He sizes up her profile quickly before turning his attention to the road, "In the parking lot."

"You are imagining things, Ashish." Her voice is edgy; she can feel the dread rolling in her gut.

*Oh god, is this the end?!! Is this how I am going to lose him?*

Her thoughts surprised her. In this moment of terror, she realized how painful it would be for her to lose Ashish. The bond they have, the emotions they share, everything would be lost. A new kind of panic surged through her body.

Ashish peeks at her face before responding, "I am imagining things? Girl, you should look at your face. You look like you are in your own funeral." Concern and morbid humor kissed awkwardly while he spoke. 

Shilpa suppresses the icy shiver slithering down her spine and promptly answers," I meant if Mahesh sees us then, it will anger my husband(Rahul). If...*laughs* but....of course, Mahesh wasn't hidin... ." 
Anxiety, guilt, and indecisiveness engage in a reckless ménage as her voice wavers.

Ashish cuts her off, "Your Husband(Rahul) is a degenerate pimp, Shilpa. He is no cuckold husband. I am pretty sure he is more interested in selling you to me. " He showed zero respect for her husband(Rahul).

*Anything that could be bought with money is cheap, and you are priceless to me* he mourns for her inside.

 Shilpa can feel the brazen contempt in his voice. It pleases her as she shares the same hatred for Rahul, but this is no time to celebrate that with glee.

Her voice shattered into a peal of empty, high-spirited laughter, "It's about the man cockblocking you back there, isn't it? You are in pain, or rather your 'thingy' is in pain."
It was a hollow laugh but melodious and beautiful nonetheless, and that made Ashish's depraved arousal twitch in his pant, frustrating him further.

"And you aren't in distress? Woman, I can smell your pussy. It is ovulating for me again." His counter jab was unfiltered and raw.(mentioned in CHAPTER 32,PART2)

Shilpa crimsons her face in deep shame, and words stuck in her throat. He has always been arrogant toward her from the moment she met him. It is part of the charm that pulls her towards him.

But the 'ovulation' part was a bit too much, and Ashish knows it. It is something very intimate and almost sacred. He reaches for her hand, which is resting on her lap, and she lets him take it.

 He gives her soft paw a gentle squeeze. His ego is too high to muster an apology. Shilpa understands it. She wants to be with the mature bad boy, not to fix him like a naive teen girl; otherwise, he would lose the magnetic pull he has over her. But this little gesture is nice, and she loves his massive mitts. It can do multiple things for her.

The texture of Mehendi feels different inside his hand.

 He almost regrets *She should be my ovulating bride. What fuck we are doing with this stupid hotwife-bull bullshit? I should ask her to divorce her husband. Hell, I am even willing to buy her with money. I don't care now if that is cheap. If those fail, I am just gonna kidnap her and ravish her every night on my bed .*

He sighs while driving, but lust can not be the foundation of a relationship. He knows that. He has spent half of his youth drowned in just pleasures of the flesh.

 He wants serious things with her, meaningful things. Lust can have the entire building except for the central columns. Something like that, he barely passed the 'Engineering drawing' course in college. E.D. was a nightmare for him.

His inner feelings translated into a physical pulse making his grip on hers tremble and breaking the apologetic touch Shilpa was enjoying.

She pulls the furs off his hirsute wrist with her other hand.

"Owww.." He angrily stares at her face and then concentrates on the road.

She pinches his hand, disregarding his discomfort.

"Daammnniit Shilpa,I driving!!!" Ashish exclaims. Shilpa pays no heed to his whining and pinches him again.

His response was not tempered but rather icy, "You know I can crush your little hand into powder if I want." her hand is still in his grip.

Shilpa has no doubt about it. He is very, very strong.

"These are my slaves." Her hearty lips pout.

Ashish is amused, "Oh really ?"

"Yes" Then she takes his heavy hand inside both of hers as if she is cuddling it, "My slaves. These only exist to do my bidding. Their only job is to address my needs."

Ashish does not protest. Sometimes he forgets that she is a dominant woman, which is one of the many reasons he loves to dominate her. Like he told her yesterday, it is like breaking a mare.

"Seriously though, I am certain it was Mahesh who I saw in the side view mirror. I saw him while taking the turn. I can recognize that paunch and balding head anywhere." Ashish reverts back to the earlier conversation they were having.

Shilpa tries to discredit his claim, "It was very dark in the parking lot Ashish, and that turn was pretty much at the end of that long parking lot. Why would Mahesh follow us? It does not make any sense."

Ashish shakes his head profusely in disagreement," He heard me when I told my secretary that I am going on a lunch date and ...*gritting his teeth*... you said yesterday that Mahesh is your bull." (Shilpa lied about Mahesh as her bull in CHAPTER 32 PART 2,that plotline is about a perfume)

Shilpa shrugs, "So what? Maybe he was there for other work..you know...*fumbling*.... I don't know....maybe it was another man. "

Ashish frowns, dismissing her," Occum's razor Shilpa. Considering other things equal, explanations that posit fewer entities, or fewer kinds of entities, are preferred to explanations that posit more. In other words....."

Shilpa chimes in, "In other words.. *sighing*... the simplest solution is almost always the best."

 Ashish smiles, feeling proud of her, "Good girl, but the problem remains. Do you have anything against my razor? It is pretty sharp." He was taunting her towards the end, raising an eyebrow.

Shilpa snickers at his patronizing, "Yes, I actually do. Hume's razor or Sagan Standard: Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.....And the extension of it -Hitchens's razor: What can be asserted without evidence can also be dismissed without evidence. 

Mahesh following you is an extraordinary claim, Ashish, and you don't have any hard evidence. You only have your personal grudge against him and some overweight, balding guy in a dark parking lot whose face you did not see. My razors are sharper than yours."

Ashish claims his hand back from her lap and puts it on the steering.

He stays silent for a second, then he speaks, grinding his flinty jaw, "Maid my foot!!!! You are no fucking maid!!!! I want to fuck your smart mouth so hard right now."

Shilpa giggles blushing like a pink flashbulb, and then pouts, "Awww, is my lord too ashamed to be with his maid?"

Ashish does not respond directly; instead, he starts to sing, and his baritone reverberates inside the car :

"He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high

O' er the winds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh-

For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and his bliss-
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss

 Shilpa joins, surprising him with her musical voice, and they sing in harmony :

For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm.

They stop, and Ashish remarks with a gleam in his eyes, "A game of thrones fans, eh?"

Shilpa is beaming with joy. It feels great to find a song that she can sing with her lover. 

Shilpa fakes a monotone and points out, "If you recall correctly, the woman... *pausing* ... the whore by profession in this song betrayed the lord at the end and the lord ...I mean Tyrion killed her by strangling."

Ashish stops the car and looks directly into her eyes, "You are no whore Shilpa, despite what your husband(Rahul) wants you to be. If there is any, I will fuck the whore out of you and make you my whore only. Meanwhile, you are also not going to teeter around in your high heels like a whore in that ruined dress under my suit. Let's buy you a new one."

Shilpa looks outside with flushed cheeks. They are in front of a Shopping mall. A security officer car passed them by. Something has happened from the direction they just came from.

Inside the Shopping mall, Shilpa first hit the ground floor washroom to polish her makeup. After that, they entered a luxury dressing showroom.

The crowd is very thin inside the showroom, probably due to the heat outside.

  While Shilpa was trying out several dresses, Ashish looked at his watch, thinking about office work. He sighs. She is making him break all his personal rules, routines, and strict codes. 
Shilpa was asking for his opinions, and he was giving her. She looks great in all of them. A lady furnished in a formal shirt and skirt is assisting them. The cute woman in her 30's is smart, professional, and got a silver tongue. She let them know that she and her husband own the dealership of this showroom. 

Ashish was just nodding along, standing against a piece of furniture. 

Shilpa was doing all the chit-chat with her. It did not escape Shilpa's attention that sometimes the woman lets her professional mask fall while checking out Ashish. It only makes Shilpa desire Ashish more, knowing another woman craves what she got. 

Ashish utilizes this time to ponder over the Mahesh conundrum in the parking lot. The simplest explanation is Mahesh being the bull of Shilpa, he (Mahesh) got jealous after he(Ashish) made her orgasm while demeaning him over the phone call yesterday, and that's why Mahesh followed him today. Then he interrupted their 'fucking session' in the parking lot with the help of that other fella.

*But what the fuck he is gonna achieve by this? He knows Shilpa comes to my house every day.* Ashish delves deep into his thought.

Ashish stares at Shilpa, posing in front of him in a tight tank top and skintight jeans, and thinks further *I am going to fuck this bombshell every fucking day from now on. Is Mahesh that stupid to understand this simple fact? If I want, I can bend her over right here and fuck her in front of this saleswoman right now. She would not protest. Damn, she is making me crazy.*

Ashish gives Shilpa a thumbs up, maintaining a brooding face.

*Why bring the other man if following me was Mahesh's only aim?*Ashish runs his fingers through his burnished brushed-back hair, thinking about the autowala.

Sexual jealousy does not explain the other two things: The awkward Rahul-Shilpa duo and the disconnected cables of his cameras. This Mahesh factor in the parking lot adds a new dimension to his earlier problem.

What is so alarming is that Mahesh recommended him to employ a maid in the first place, and Mahesh recruited Shilpa for him. It was all Mahesh.

*If sexual jealousy is not the reason, then what? A preplanned scheme of some sort?. That is a harrowing thought. To do what exactly?* Ashish strains his mind while drooling over Shilpa's protruding melons in that tight top.

He does not see the scheme. He could not picture the entire conspiracy plot because Shilpa fell head over heels for him from day one of her maid job.

*I need to make her confess. I have always made her confess...even unspeakable things* He smiles at her wickedly.

Shilpa squirms under his gaze. She is vulnerable to that dimple on his cheek. Even the married saleswoman fawning over it.

He covers the distance between them quickly. She freezes. She knows that stride. He is stalking her again. The air crackles between them. The saleswoman is awkwardly caught between their sexual heat. Since their arrival, they (Ashish and Shilpa) have been fucking each other with their eyes.

"You look lovely in this top." Ashish grins at her. Shilpa gulps, swooning over his debonair charm, which is matched with that panty-dropping voice of his.

His mouth comes down to her ears, "You look highly fuckable."

Shilpa's blushing deepens, lowering her head, and then she sees the dry patch of her pussy juice on his shirt around his flat stomach. She strained that spot with her urgency while he lifted her up inside the parking lot.

The saleswoman can make them stop, but a heap of clothes is gathered on the nearest counter. It would be a bad business to anger a lucrative customer, and also, their overtly sexualized chemistry is making her curious.

After throwing a glance at the saleswoman, she looks up at him and whispers, "You sure you can carry on this game of seduction here, Ashish?"

His grin broadens, "I am game if you are game."

Shilpa rubs the dry pussy juice on his shirt and warns him," You will regret this."

Ashish manipulates her by drawing the Tank Top's upper border around her cleavage towards him using a finger and peeking at her naked boobs inside from above.

" Adler's razor Shilpa. You can either waste our time arguing or you can just prove your claim. Are you afraid to perform the experiments you have just planned in that wicked head of yours?"


Adler's razor: If something cannot be settled by experiment or observation, then it is not worthy of debate.

Shilpa's nipples stiffen, but she accepts his challenge and twinkles her eyes, "Fine. Remember You asked for it."

The saleswoman is scorched by their fiery chemistry. Her imaginations have started to take wings.

Ashish is still holding the tank top. They both can see her mangalsutra resting between her deep cleavage. Shilpa can feel the burn of that erotic shame on her soft udders.

Ashish lets the top go and immediately catches both of her nipples inside his fingers over the top. The saleslady holds her breath and keeps watching their shameless public affection. Her silver tongue is paralyzed for the moment.

"Start your experiments then, Mrs.Dixit... *he feels her nipples gently*, and pray those work... *rotates her nipples*..... If not ....*pinching those* ...you will regret... *pulling her engorged nipples* " His eyes were on her face all the time while talking, savoring the crimson shades of arousal mounted on her cheeks.

It was a herculean task for Shilpa not to moan in front of the saleslady .Like her, the saleswoman is fidgeting right now. The saleswoman is torn about how far she will let them allow. 

Shilpa reluctantly removes his fingers from her nipples and, in a shaky voice, assures him," You will see." and disappears inside the trial room, grabbing some dresses.

Ashish gives the saleswoman his best smile and asks her, "We are buying these clothes. Could you please take these to your billing desk?"
It was a command.

The woman finds her throat dry. She gathers the clothes nervously, blushing.

She was going away, but Ashish's baritone vibrates from behind, this time more governing, "I want you to close this part of the section. Understood?"

He holds her turned gaze with his piercing iris. His eyes blaze, and her pussy squirms under the skirt. 

"Yes ...Sir." her voice trembles, and he lets her go with a flashing grin.

The woman mutters under her breath, " What the hell was that?!!!" heaving hard, realizing she was holding her breath and starts to walk away, thinking *he is utterly gorgeous and so effortlessly dominant*

The woman hangs a 'closed' sign on a hanger and 'staffs only.' on a different hanger. This section is in the farthest corner of the large showroom anyway.

Shilpa came sashaying out of the trial room wearing a strapless skimpy thigh-lengthed sky blue latex bodycon dress. 



Displaying a cheeky smile on her vivacious lips, she treads towards him, ostentatiously twisting her hips, the semi-exposed pushed-up part of her milky tits wavers. 

His jaw drops to the floor seeing her. Her hourglass is accentuated perfectly by the skintight material. There is nothing to imagine. He can see the contour of her opulent round tits, her perky nipples, the prominent imprints of the beads from her nipple clamp, the impression of her coin-sized deep navel, and the high rise of her hips. 

He swallows hard, and she turns around, looking at him longingly. The raven-haired beauty walks away from him, clicking her "fuck me hard' high heels loudly in this empty showroom swaying her luscious ass globes. 

Her stride is catlike, her smooth bare legs crossing one another, the darkness of her hair flowing like a river on her flawless exposed back, kissing the low cut of her dress.



He can almost read the hotwife-slut engraved letters of the hip chain on her gyrating ass.

"Where is she?" Her sultry voice nudges him.

"I sent her away." His deep voice cracks.

She faces him and rests her ass on the edge of a clothing counter. Her rear barely touching the countertop, her body leaning forward, her ripe tits bursting out.



"How ?" Her puffy blowjob lips move, the hem of her skimpy dress resting above her upper thigh. She crosses her legs, flashing her bare glistening pussy for a split of seconds.

"Does not matter." Ashish licks his lips. He could not tell if it was dry due to the air condition or his heated body.

She is walking towards him, like a dream she came, carrying the fragrance of her body. She is enigmatic and mesmerizing right now.

"It does matter." She looks down at him from above, the bare portion of her tits at his eye level, so soft that he can almost feel the texture.

His hands grab her narrow waist," Why?" 

"You are not allowed to use your charms on other bitches." Her sharp nails drag along the curve of his cheekbone.

"Says who?" His voice trembles.. He knows what is happening right now. She is claiming him. He had never allowed it before.

She grabs his tie and makes him rest his iron chin on the slopes of her exposed bust, his facial hair grazing along her soft cleavage.

"Me." She pins him down with her depthless brown iris, still holding the tie as a leash. Her other hand touches the dried cunt juice smeared patch of his shirt, "I am gonna make you smell like my pussy."

He stays mum and lets her claim him.

She continues ruling his existence, "I gonna cum all over your body so that all the bitches know you are taken, You are mine, and I am marking you as mine." her nails grab his basalt jaw from both sides.

"Ok." the dumbest word he has ever spoken in his life, Ashish felt.

She almost sitting on his thighs. He can feel her heated sex on his lap.

He has forgotten why he started this particular episode of their game. It does not matter now.

She cupped his face, her expression painful as if looking at his face making her ache inside, "You are mine. You understand?"

Ashish concurs, "I understand." his hands holding her hips firmly.

He just repeats whatever she wants him to say. 

"Also, you just lost." She whispers, "You did not think about your fat cock did you when you challenged me."

Ashish looks below. He almost forgot about his buddy. His entire cock is snarling. It has formed a humongous bulge horizontally on the left side of his upper thigh, the outline of his thickness is completely visible, and his trusted buddy is aching.

"I told you that you are gonna regret it." Shilpa grins and grabs his long horizontal erection forcefully.

Ashish hisses at her. She ignores it, snotting, "What if I parade you all around the mall like this? Huh !!! Like my personal big cocked slave?"

"I am not your fucking slave," he growls, grabbing her ass.

Shilpa moans and giggles, " Mmmpphh....You are my slave, and you know it. You exist to please me. I want your fat cock to be ready whenever I want, wherever I want, in whatever way I want. It is your job to read my needs, I am not gonna tell you. Do you understand?"

His cock pulsates inside her soft hand, and Ashish nods, "Yes."

Shilpa kisses his forehead soothing his wounded masculine ego just like he did several times after hurting her pride.

"Now you are going to calm your fat cock down. Then you will take out your fat wallet and pay for all my pretty dresses that you will ruin one by one later except the ones I really love. Understand?" She grins mischievously. She comprehends that he loves to pamper her.

Ashish sighs, "Yes."

"Now spank me hard and tell me I am a bad girl." She begs, giving him back all of the control.

His hands glide down along her thighs until they find the hem of her dress. He hikes it up slowly, looking into her eyes, making her feel the stripping of her skin.

 She thought he would just stop after an inch, but he did not. He rolls it up above her navel, completely exposing her lower torso inside the showroom. She shivers in embarrassment, her body flushing. His large hands clasp the malleable flesh of her bubble butt. 

"You are a bad girl." The dashing grin has returned to weaken her knees, and the fathomless voice has revived to soak her already drenched pussy.

She tries to reach for a kiss writhing in deep shame of public exposure, but Ashish quickly grabs the end of her dazzling hair and pulls it forcefully, making her look at the heavens. Then the stinging spank strikes her soft fleshy firm ass cheeks, accompanied by the resonating smacking sound echoing throughout the large empty showroom. One, two, three, four. Ashish was merciless.



"Ahhhh...stop please..." Shilpa screams in pain, her eyes get filled with tears as the reddening of her wobbling thick ass flesh deepen.

The saleswoman came running out of nowhere.

Her eyes popping, looking at Shilpa's freshly whacked pink hue on  her punished ass globes under her twisting hips ,' You can't do....". She was glad that her staff had left for lunch.

Ashish does not stop. He cups Shilpa's oozing pussy mound right in front of this stranger woman and borrows some cuntal juice from that clam-shaped overflowing chalice. Then he returns it back into her body by holding his dripping fingers over her open mouth above.

"Please stop this." The woman requests.

Ashish raises his voice, "You can add two more dresses of your choice to our cart."

The woman could not move, her eyes fixed on that erotic sight. Drop by drop, the liquid desire of Shilpa disappeared inside her mouth from his soaked fingers. The last few drops took their time to gather, especially the last one. It was very stubborn and fought hard against gravity, prolonging the parting of her lips.

Shilpa stood there sticking her tongue out in her aroused semi-naked glory and obediently received all of her honeyed lust.

The woman could have selected any two expensive dresses for her benefit, but her legs were glued, and she chose two random dresses from her hand's reach. She does not want to miss any detail.

Ashish wasn't done yet.

He turns her around and grabs her by the throat, placing her spanked rump on his behemoth dick, granting her the deep kiss she wanted a few moments ago, tasting her liquid lust from her tongue while his hand grabs one finger of hers, and he uses her sharp nail to dig into the latex material of her dress.

 Shilpa quivers on his thick member underneath her burning ass, feeling the nail trailing along her naked skin while it slashes the dress downwards upto her navel.
He releases her shaking body and pulls down the hiked-up part dress covering her nudity.

"Go to the trial room." He commands, squeezing her tits and eliciting a raspy moan from her throat,"Ahhh.." He stealthily pulls down the chain behind her dress.

She obeys. With each step, the cut of her dress in the front widens on its own in a straight line, pressured by her wide hips, and finally, the dress peels off her body without any support from the unzipped back chain revealing her flushed, aroused naked body.

The saleswoman gasps, noticing her erotic pieces of jewelry- the nipple clamps, her hotwife-slut hip chain.

"pick up the dress." Another command halts Shilpa's step.

She bends down, exposing her sinfully soaked, quivering pussy and the pretty butt plug between her thick ass cheeks.



"May I?" Ashish grins at the woman pointing at Shilpa's overcharged needy pussy. It is begging for an orgasm.

"It will just take a few seconds." his voice playful at the hesitant woman.He takes her silence as yes.

He slowly comes to Shilpa, letting both women feel the illicit appeal of the moment. He turns her towards him. She is trembling in arousal and shame.

He grabs her by her neck, "Do not scream." His fingers enter her clenching pussy as she holds onto his arms. 

Shilpa moans in ecstasy, "Ohhh...you make so wet...always..." feeling her lover's fingers delving deep inside and squeezing those with her inner walls upon their journey inward.




"You are mess down here as always....so sloppy wet...so noisy..bad pussy." He teases her in front of this stranger woman both verbally and physically with his curled up fingers inside her squelching hot pussy. His hand holding her right tits instead of her neck.



With a 'hither to' motion of his two fingers, Ashish rubs her g-spot, and Shilpa explodes into a nerve-shattering orgasm biting her lips and soaking his wrist.






"Oh yes ,yess yesss...oh god...how do you..ahhh do that? ohh yesss you ....always...ahhh..make me...ahhh cum so easily....ufffff" she babbles in disbelief, looking at his smirking face, her belly knots and spasmodic cervix squeeze out her pent up tension from her gaping slit.

"Enough" The woman shouts . If she keeps allowing them, she has no doubt they will start fucking inside her showroom. It had to stop for her sanity.

Ashish punctuates the orgasm with a light pat on Shilpa's convulsing pussy mound and kisses her ferociously, claiming her post-orgasmic vulnerability. She moans inside his mouth, accepting his urgency while rubbing her naked tits against his body wildly.

Ashish leaves her jelly body and starts to lick the pussy juice from his fingers with loud sounds, embarrassing and enticing both women.

The woman takes Shilpa inside the trial room gently and fetches her new set of dresses.

She warns Ashish, "You are not going anywhere near her right now. She can't control herself around you.... She is deeply in love with you. ".She swallows hard, noticing the behemoth inside his pants.

Ashish gulps at her remark.He is not surprised. In his heart, he knows it.

He ignores her concern and winks at her, hiding his arousal with both hands," Sorry for letting you go through all this."

"No, you are not.. that's why she likes you." She reluctantly removes her eyes from it.

Shilpa comes out of the trial room wearing a satin saree with a sleeveless blouse. Like the woman promised, she does not let Ashish come near her. She takes Shilpa with her. Ashish sighs, looking at her. A moment ago, he wanted to mercilessly pound her pussy, pushing her against the floor. Now, he just wants to hold her hand and stare at that gorgeous post-orgasmic face. She looks beautiful in that cherry-colored satin saree.

After billing, he got what he wished. He is holding her hand, and she is looking at him lovingly. Their body brushes against each other. 

Shilpa's phone rings, and she politely requests him, "I need to take this."

Ashish kisses the back of her palm and says, "I will wait for you there. Pointing at a spot. Shilpa trembles at the touch of his lips. It was sensual.

Ashish goes away but keeps looking at his beautiful muse from afar.

*God, she is the epitome of beauty*

From where he was, he saw Shilpa frowning while talking, then arguing, her hand gestures furious, then he saw her getting mortified, her face ashen gradually, the spirit in her wanes, the beautiful corpse he fears the most returns haunting him. She held the railing of the shopping floor, shaking, then she fell.

Ashish was far away to reach her, but some college kids grabbed her just in time. Probably they also noticed her gradual fading.

They walked away after Shilpa thanked them.

"What happened?" Ashish is utterly concerned.

"Nothing...I just need some air...I guess." Shilpa mutters.

Ashish held her hand, and she held his grip like her life depended upon it.

They were silent until they were inside the car.

'Have you got Anemia?" He prods her reviving the engine.

"No," her voice is weak.

"Of course not; you always blush like a rose. How silly of me." Ashish drives the car onwards.

"Low blood pressure?" He inquires, frowning.

"No." Her answer is abrupt.

They stay silent. The air is pregnant with suspense and irritation around them. Something ominous is circling her; he can feel it. Some sort of invisible malice is draining her life force.

Ashish stops the car in front of a chemist's shop, "I am gonna buy some electrolytes. Probably you are suffering from ionic imbalance right now." 

"Maybe," Shilpa answers him in a trance.

He gets out.

Shilpa looks at his departing steps, touched by his concern for her. Then she burst into tears, recalling the phone call and the things she heard from Mahesh.


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Years ago, a young lad lived during a much troubled period of history. He was strong and able. Everyone looked upto him. It was clear that he was meant to do great things. The lad wanted to be a great warrior. He trained every day with his swords. He was attentive and eager to learn. He loved training his body for hours. After his practice, he used to return home on foot. Every day a bunch of giggling girls waved at him. He did not wave back. He was more focused on his aim. Soon he started to practice harder and longer. 

One day after a stringent session, his tired body wanted nothing but the bed. He was about to sleep after making his cot. Then something altered him, and he turned back, unsheathing his sword. A ghostly spirit was there in the middle of his room. He warned the spirit holding his sword high, and in return, the spirit told him that it was not there to harm him. 

The lad asked him curiously then why the spirit was there? The spirit said it could show him anything he wanted to see. The lad did not believe the spirit at first, but then the spirit kept him showing all the things the lad asked the spirit to show. Satisfied, the lad went to sleep. The spirit remained in the corner of the room. Days passed by the harmless spirit remained in his room. Once in a while, the lad would ask the spirit to show things, and the spirit did.

One day after a much harder training session, the lad, who was now a handsome young man with many women as his admirer, asked the spirit to show him the most beautiful woman in the world, and the spirit showed him. The young man made up his mind that he would marry a beautiful woman like her when he would be a great warrior. Then asked the spirit to show him great warriors and their battles. He enjoyed seeing these great warriors, their valiant stands, admirable techniques, and praiseworthy last-minute battle strategies. He vowed one day, he would be like that. 

It became a routine. The young man would ask the spirit to show multiple beautiful women, their sexual activities, and visions of great battles every day. Soon he became less focused on his training lessons and spent more time with the spirit.

The girls who used to wave at him now were waving at another new lad with prodigious bow skills. The young man muttered under his breath that a true warrior does not attack enemies from a distance.
His obsession with the spirit's vision increased. He started to skip his practice lessons. Over time he became less agile, less skilled, and less fit.

Now he thinks that those beautiful women are all whores and starts to envy the great warriors whom he admired once. Although he still would ask the spirit to show him the visions and the spirit did not disappoint him.

It went on for 10 years. Now he was 30 and had completely abandoned his goal of becoming a warrior.

That night the spirit started laughing. For years the spirit never spoke unless the man asked it something, but now the spirit is laughing maniacally. The surprised man asked the spirit the reason for sudden amusement. 
The spirit told him that tonight his village would be attacked, and everyone would die. The spirit further revealed that there was a prophecy that he(the man) would defeat these attackers and save his village, solidifying his mark as a great warrior in history. The spirit laughed at his unfit body and blunt sword. The spirit disclosed it was the very embodiment of all the evil in the world.

 It was the Devil himself. The spirit waited 10 years, slowly corrupting the young man day by day. The man asked why the spirit took 10 years. The spirit told him the young lad would have easily defeated the spirit back then. The spirit boasted that all the souls in this village would soon belong to it. 

In response, the broken man asked the spirit, "Can I see those beautiful women and those great battles for one last time."

The spirit smiled,"Always."

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After Indra slashes open the autowala's throat with a razor, Mahesh and Inspector Indra discuss about future steps in the parking lot. Mahesh has taken shelter under another shortcut using his low cunning.

 Mahesh is lucky that this region comes under Indra's jurisdiction, and he was super quick to reach here. Of course, the payment of this assistance would be Shilpa's pussy.

Devil,Satan,Iblis,Djinn,Shad-ripu,6 vices I have many names .

I ask my colleague Death," And you think humans aren't evil."

Death replies grimly," Halon's razor, mate. Some bad things happen not because people have bad intentions but because they did not think it through properly."

I laughed at him, "You have taken way too many lives, and now you have started to talk and think like them. Also, this is not one of those 'some bad things.' This is premeditated murder. I can taste its sin on the tip of my tongue."

We listen to Mahesh and Inspector Indra. 
Apparently, according to their plan: Mahesh is a star witness to this murder committed by a razor gang who deals drugs. This autowala was Indra's informer. He was driving Mahesh and noticed two well-known gang drug dealers. 
He decided to follow them, and Mahesh accompanied him like an upstanding citizen. They ended up inside the parking lot, tailing those two drug dealers. 

The autowala called Indra to inform him about a drug deal going inside this parking lot. These razor gang members heard him and killed him out of suspicion.

 Mahesh hid behind a car. He did not try to assist the autowala in the fight, thinking about his loving wife and son. That explains why Indra made Mahesh call him from the deceased autowala's phone.
Soon the place was crawling with Indra's trusted security officermen. They confiscated the digital footage of the parking lot cameras. Those would be destroyed or doctored. Indra is a very powerful man, courtesy of his D.I.G. father-in-law ( mentioned in CHAPTER 30), and nobody is gonna fuss about a poor kinless autowala.

Mahesh gave his practiced formal statement to Indra once the security officer force arrived with an ambulance. The cleaning of the murder scene was done with war-time precision. Mahesh has identified two of Indra's handpicked known criminals. They are going to die tonight in an encounter, and the case would be closed just like that.

Indra isn't aware that Mahesh severely wounded the autowala but did not kill him on purpose. He was recording while Indra was finishing the job with the razor. 

The only reason Mahesh needed Indra was because of the parking lot camera footage. Mahesh has no doubt Indra will blackmail him to get into his wife with those. He needed a countermeasure. But the problem is blackmailing a powerful, well-connected security officer officer like Indra isn't a wise thing. Indra could kill Mahesh by staging an accident if he wants. Mahesh does not know yet how he(Mahesh) is gonna use the recording against Indra.

Once he gave his official statement, Mahesh called Shilpa. Shilpa was in the shopping mall at that time. The entire time during the phone call, she spoke in a hushed voice.
"You were going to let that scum fuck you did not you?" Mahesh accused her.

"Of course not. I knew you were around. You were following Ashish, you told me." Shilpa gave excuses.

'Bullshit. You knew I was following him, but I did not tell you I was waiting inside the parking lot." Mahesh pressed her.

"Of course I did. What kind of a man abandons his wife with his greatest foe? I knew you would save me from him." She was desperate to sell her lie.

"You were laughing, dancing, giggling, joking, and then begging him to fuck you. You held your cunt open with your own fingers and begged him to fuck you. You think I am that stupid, Shilpa?" Mahesh was not falling for her lies.

"It was all an act. Trust me ." Shilpa was adamant.

"Long have you eluded me, my darling wife. You said that you are gonna enjoy the seduction game cause he is hot. You said you are gonna flirt with him. I let you, thinking, let her have her little fun. The poor guy is going down anyway. Then you started doing those abhorrent videos chatting with him, pushing my limit. You did not stop him from touching your body." Mahesh pours all of his frustration out.

'Listen, baby... What do you expect? I have told you before I am doing a job of a seductress.'"Shilpa tried to argue back

 Mahesh ignored her excuses, "You let him make you squirt. You let him decorate you with those vile sex ornaments all over your body. You mounted dildos on our bathroom walls. You moaned his despicable name in your sleep beside me.

 If you really wanted, you would have completed the assignment by now or atleast could have stopped his advancements. But you did not."

'Mahesh, I broke the camera. Don't you remember, honey?" Shilpa fervently tried to patch her narrative.

Mahesh now doubts Shilpa's motivations after what he saw inside the parking lot with his own eyes. Something tells him that she is compromised. He does not reveal this to her.

Instead, he told her," Ashish is going down Shilpa with or without your help."

The calm in his voice startled Shilpa.

'How?" She exclaimed.

"Just say I have made some powerful allies. More powerful than Ashish." Mahesh gazed at Indra from afar and recalled the deal he made with C.E.O. Priyanka.

"What happened to the autowala, Mahesh?" Shilpa's voice shook.

"My new powerful friends will put an end to that scumbag Ashish. I can assure you that." Mahesh laughs.

"How did you manage the autowala, Mahesh? He got you pretty good, and he was not in it for money." Shilpa gulped. She can feel the menacing presence in Mahesh's voice.

" I am gonna win at the end, and the end is near. Ashish has very little time left." After giving her that sinister warning, Mahesh cut the phone, and Shilpa fumbled inside the shopping mall.

The first time she realized how much she loved Ashish. She truly is in love with him. The thought of losing him was nauseating. It plagued her with white dreadful fear, and she could not feel her limbs.

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Ashish has bought the electrolyte, and while he was inside the chemist's shop, he made up his own mind.

*fuck ethics. I am gonna protect her at any cost, even if she does not tell me anything. That phone call made my girl lose her senses.* 

*Your girl?*

*Not now. Go away* he shuns his inner self.

He called Mr.Gilani, the old friend of his father. (mentioned in CHAPTER 27 and CHAPTER 29,part 4)

The once notorious gangster, now a respected businessman, answers him immediately. On the surface, he is a successful businessman, but in truth, he is still a powerful crime lord, and his power only has grown. He loves Ashish like a son. 

Ashish is always cranky with him. His physician father has saved his life multiple times.(Chapter 25 part 1 ,Ashsih's parents were mentioned)

"Ashish...... Need another help?" He toys with him.

"Yes. I want you to put a tail on someone. Just collect data, nothing more. I am texting you his details." Ashish informs.

"It is about that woman from yesterday, isn't it?" Mr.Gilani prods.

"Yes." his reply was short, and he texted Mahesh's details.

When Ashish returned, Shilpa had stopped crying. She also had made up her mind. She has picked a side. Her lover's side, not her husband's. She is gonna protect her love and save herself from his wrath at the same time. 

Telling Ashish who she really is would not solve the problem. She needs to show him she is on his side and actively sabotaging Mahesh's plans. She knows he is gonna caught her eventually.

 This lie can not go on. The noose is tightening around her neck, but deeds will save her, not confession. Actions speak louder than words, and she needs to act, not whine and snivel inside his chest.

Shilpa drinks the electrolyte Ashish made for her. Her breasts swell in emotions for him. She can't betray him. Neither she can afford to lose him, nor she can stand his hatred.

"Take me to your office. I want to see it." She pouts.

That put a smile on his face.Ashish starts driving without giving her an answer.

*He is taking me to his office, right?* Shilpa asks herself after getting no answer and too cautious to probe him further. It is too important that he takes her to his office.

*Grice's razor, silly woman!!! You know he is. That was his good smile* her inner goddess teases her.

Grice's razor: Senses are not to be multiplied beyond necessity. In simple words- You know what I meant, don't overthink.


Shilpa further speculates bemoaning the past, anticipating the future, tiptoeing the present on a razor's edge :

*If Mahesh is being serious, then honeytrap is not what he is planning. I was part of his honeytrap plan. Mahesh is not gonna trap Ashish with sexual allegations. He mentioned that he had made new friends. He is trying to destroy Ashish in other ways. What other ways? He can't kill Ashish. Ashish is a C.B.O. of a company. He is not Rekha. His death will cause massive repercussions. He is a way too important person. But what friends? What other ways ?*


Philosophical razors are powerful tools .Backed with correct data these razors act like lethal assassins and come in handy in winning debates, settling arguments, and lacerating unwanted information and sometimes making the opponent kiss the dust bloody on social medias just for fun.

But when we are dealing with people, we are not dealing with a creature of logic. We are dealing with a creature of emotions.

[Devilmaycry]

thanks for BIG updates,,,, do not know what happen now,,,,, but want a POV fucking show

Azmazing update

EXCELLENT :)

Very nice update

Looks like Shilpa is going to slit the throat of Mahesh and Rahul for being with Ashish.

Super bro

Superbbbb

Extraordinary writing.

Shilpa surrendered completely to her lover. Cant wait to see how she is going to handle mahesh and rahul.

When is the next update... every update is hot and happening

Thank you.

[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 42 : PART 1 - NEWTONIAN MODEL

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Ashish and Shilpa have arrived at his office building. Ashish has stationed his car inside the underground parking lot.

Another parking lot. But the same woman. Different mood.But the same man. Different appearances are to be maintained. Yet The attraction remains unchanged.

"Come..... catch me" Shilpa teether away from him in her high heels, giggling. Her wicked click-clack liven up the dead basement. 





Ashish observes his mischievous prey with an impish grin as she flees away.

*Stupid girl. How far do you think you can go in those stilettos? You can barely handle that slippery sheer saree tumbling from your body.*

He gives her a head start, imagining the taste of her tender flesh between his teeth once he hunts her down.

As he expected, he found her soon. Shilpa is leaning against a car, her back is towards him, her eyes wandering in front to get a glimpse of her lover from her hiding place.

"That was easy", he soundlessly mutters under his breath and stealthily approaches her from behind.

She is wearing an elegant sheer ilachi green saree. Beautiful sequinned buttis are printed all over the breathable fabric. A matching sleeveless blouse is hugging her above. The readymade backless blouse needs some tailoring. She is slanting on the side of a parked car, her narrow waist in this low hip saree tilted to a direction, her shapely ripe bottom protruding beneath.

*I need to fuck that ass soon* he reminds himself; his cock barks in lust. Shilpa is still unaware of his presence behind her. 

As soon as he touches her naked spine, she melts. She surrenders without any protest. No words were spoken. Only Ashish's hot triumphant tongue starts to roll over her flawless skin.

She moans softly, trembling against the car. Her lover takes his time devouring her skin. His treacherous tongue moves tantalizingly slow, dousing every milli-centimetre of her almost bare backside with his saliva while she shivers, clenching her fist.

Shilpa lets him enjoy his victory. She feeds his ego. And when she was certain that his ego had blinded his intellect.She decides that it is time for his ego to commit gluttony.

"I like this car.... mppphhhh....it feels soooo gooddd" She mumbles, purring.

Ashish looks up; his over-bloated ego is confused *What feels good? My tongue or this stupid car? ....Wait, I recognize this car!!*

"Do you know whose car is this?!" Ashish asks her, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Shilpa pretends to be in a trance closing her eyes, and answers in a bedroom voice, "Who careess...Don't stop please..please."

Shilpa exactly knows whose car is this. She also knew she would find it here. Ashish took the car key from Mahesh, and since then, he has been forcing her Husband to use public transport every day. She purposefully led Ashish here. She has plans.

Ashish chuckles, "This is the car of Mahesh... *without hesitation* ..Yeah..this is his car."

He moves away from her body and curiously pulls the handle of the backside door.

"It's open." He smiles at her wickedly, and he notices Shilpa looks hornier.Her plans are deliberate, but her reactions aren't.

Something has aroused his girl severely, and whatever arouses his girl, Ashish will explore it.

"Go inside."He commands. The subject was not up for discussion. Shilpa gulps, and she scurries past him to get her body inside. 

He steps aside, making way for her. He joins her immediately and closes the door.

The air is heavy with sexual tension now. Ashish can see that Shilpa is shaking, her lips are quivering, her face is flushed, and her eyelids are rapidly fluttering. Shilpa can feel that her entire body is peppered with nerves, goosebumps rising at this wake.

*Fuck, this is so hot!!* She admits to herself. 

Ashish is highly amused *15 minutes ago, she was as sad as a new widow,5 minutes ago, she was the most carefree woman, giggling and flirting, and now she is writhing in pure lust. She is a witch. I fall for a mental witch.* 

"Roll your saree above your waist." 

His voice felt like a command of a God to Shilpa's ears, a dark, forgotten God of the nether world.

Her will bends to that command, and she obediently raises her saree and shapewear above her waist, lifting her ass.

His hands came for her. One to spread her thighs and the other to drag her thick ass a little forward on the seat, so both can see what is happening between her legs.
And they see it. Her pussy mound is spasming on its own. 

"Oh god !!" Shilpa gasps out loud in embarrassment, "don't look at me, please". 



Ashish loves when he unsettles her like this. He is the only person whom she allows to have that privilege.

Her lover exposes her embarrassment further by sliding her frilly panty to a side by gathering the material in a bunch.

Below, the g-string clit jewellery is holding up her moistened taunt clit. It is visibly pulsating, matching the drumming of her heart. There is nothing to hide about how she feels sitting in the backseat of her Husband's car with her dominant lover, who also torments her Husband. Now he is tormenting her body and thoughts. Shilpa can feel the guilt, and that only adds an extra beat to her shameless clit throbbing. She is choosing to feel that guilt.

"Oh, my fucking god!!!." She whimpers, cursing in heat, and he is not even touching her.

Ashish has seen Shilpa aroused, but not like this. He can tell she is fucking herself inside her mind. 

He flicks her engorged clit gently. He was about to inquire, but as soon he touched it, she moaned loudly ,"offff.. noooooo.....nooo"

"Damn!!" Ashish examines her ecstatic face in astonishment. Shilpa is out of control. She is quivering on the seat, creaming her pussy. This psychological kink has swallowed her mind.

Ashish encaptures her exposed clit between his fingers despite her cursing and asks, squinting his eyes, "What is this kink of yours regarding Mahesh when you are with me?"

Shilpa's shoulders slump inward over her chest, squeezing out an ample amount of bountiful cleavage from her blouse while her chest, breasts, neck and face flush in overwhelming heat.

he rolls her tumping clit making her sob in sensation, "You really want me to steal you from him, don't you?....*clenching his jaw* ....your former bull !!!"

Shilpa rolls her eyes and cups her own tits, feeling those soft sensitive melons. She isn't listening; his words are too hot for her to handle, as if he is reading out from her most private thoughts.

Ashish tampers her clit with successive pinches, "Open your mouth like your open cunt Mrs. Dixit and spill words like you spilling your juice right now."



Shilpa groans in the pleasure of pain, "Yes, yes yes.....oh god, yes." and pulls her own engorged nipples over her blouse.

They played this 'Steal me from Mahesh' game before on Ashish's bed yesterday when Shilpa told him that Mahesh is her Bull, but Ashish now realizes it is a more serious fantasy of hers than he believed it was. She is equally motivated, maybe even more than himself.

Ashish keeps on provoking her trembling clit and waits for further spillage.

"Can you....ahhhhh ", Shilpa hesitates, throwing her head backwards, halting her words.  
Ashish stokes the sensitive nerve bundles of her clit, emboldening her to overcome the mental wrestling.

Shilpa twists her body helplessly on the seat and lays out her thoughts,"Ahhh...Can you please ..ufff...pretend that I am his wife?...like a roleplay?...oh fuckkk...this is so..unbelievably hot." Shilpa has stolen this idea directly out of Rahul's playbook to manipulate Ashish.

Ashish grins at her wicked idea and expresses his amazement, "You want to feel in your pussy how much I hate Mahesh, huh?!!!. You terrible girl !!! *pausing for several seconds* ...You are a dangerous woman."

Shilpa bites her lips, panting,"Yess...I want to feel it."

"He will lose Mrs. Dixit if a fight ....... " Ashish was lazily circling her clit while talking.

"Oh fuck..." A gush of squirt juice sputters out of her vulva before he can finish his sentence and Shilpa begs, moaning, "Pretend ..ahhh...pretend I am his wife...please."

They both can see how furiously her asshole is munching on that butt plug below; her wet vulva is convulsing.



" You both got the same surname Mrs. Dixit, so it fits."Ashish chuckles at her misery. Shilpa snivels looking at that dark snicker on his face. 

*How can he fool around so lightly when I am a miserable wet mess?!!*

"I can pretend that....*he nods*.... Oh my lovely wicked Mrs. Dixit, the things I would do to you if you were his real wife...." His eyes go dark, voice coarse, and again Shilpa does not let him finish.

She bleats in euphoria, goaded by his words, "Oh shittt!!!..just kill me...fucking kill me, you handsome bastard..." another splash of squirt gush out of her vulva just from clit stimulation.

Ashish does not pretend anymore while watching how much turned on Shilpa is; instead, he embraces the roleplay. His sex slave is in immense sexual heat drowned in her fantasy; she is in carnal pain.
His fingers on her clit increase the pace, and he roughly states," Is this what you like, Mrs. Dixit? Cheating inside your Husband's car with his younger boss?"

Shilpa bites her lips, tears rolling down from her eyes in guilt, and pussy slops buttery foam on the seat simultaneously.

*Damnn ..god damnn...I am eternally damned ...I am going to burn in hell...but heaven forgives me; this is turning me on so much!!!* 

Ashish leans forward, getting no verbal answer from her, and whispers," I am your Husband's bully. You know that, right, Mrs. Dixit? Although I did not start this." He is indecorously unabashed and arrogant.  

Shilpa whimpers shamelessly, "Fuck me... oh god fuck meeee...I can't take this." Her vulva spurts another wave of squirt, and her holes squirm uncontrollably.

Ashish teases her again while his beefy fingers palpate her beating clit rhythmically, "And you still want to commit this sacrilege? You dirty girl..you dirty, dirty, dirty girl. He works every day to pay the loan for this car. Every fucking day he has to tolerate my whims."

Shilpa is sobbing in humiliation and guilt. She is having an out-of-body experience from this erotic degradation.

"Oh yes yess yess...fuck..me... fuck me inside my Husband's car. Fuck my married pussy with that big dick of yours." Shilpa begs.

The next thing she knows, Ashish's clothes are flying. His pants are down. His shirt is on the front seat.

"If the married lady wants to cheat and betray her hard-working husband, I am happy to defile her marriage." He chortles, slapping her pussy.

"ufffff...I am so bad..." Shilpa cries out, bucking her hips. His words wounded her far more than that slap.

Ashish pushes her squirming body onto the seat and laughs, "You are bad, very bad, now allow me to make you worse."

Shilpa lies on her back and outstretches her legs, looking at his intimidatingly large daunting cock. Ashish waits, and Shilpa spreads her enlarged pussy lips sobbing in lust, looking at his throbbing stiff cock, the bane of her Marriage.



Ashish looks like a vicious animal, his thick manhood swindles as he moves. He aims at her saturated pussy, holding his behemoth cock to produce a cheating wife out of her.

" I want you to picture your poor husband's face" He grins at her menacingly, placing his hand over her quivering lips. 

"Are you picturing his face, Mrs. Dixit?" Ashish enquires sarcastically.

Shilpa nods, writhing in overwhelming shame and excitement under him. Her flooded orifice palpates around air, seduced by his sheer confidence.

"Well, lemme help you to forget that moron's face."

His girthy cock stabs her soaking pussy, and she screams in pain under his cramming palm.

The nerves inside her head are about to bleed, her brown eyes burst out in shock of sudden intrusion, and the blue vein on her forehead protrudes.

 Despite seeing his ravishing inamorata in such anguish, Ashish does not stop. There is no compassion in his heart right now. His girthy cock wades inside her drenched married pussy, ignoring her muffled pleas. He is boasting.

Shilpa shuts her eyes forcefully, unable to get used to the sheer size of his cock.

She starts to slap his concrete thighs; she tries to push him but cannot move his solid frame an inch, and on top of that, his other hand comes down and very lightly chokes her, almost ceremonially.

"I made your husband buy a broom." Ashish snickers with disdain in his voice, and another inch of his mammoth sinks deeper into her murky sin.

Shilpa gasps for air; her slippery cunt is bursting, yet it is desperately pulling his cock in with her muscles.

"I made him do my groceries..*chuckling*.... made him carry my gas cylinder like a donkey" His voice was breathy, eyes gleaming, and a few more inches dipped inside as his cock shovels Shilpa's tensed pussy, sliding along the secreting mucus glands, forcing Shilpa to arch her body listening to her lover bragging how he humiliated her husband day after day.

"I took his car away from him." his gravel tone is laced with derision, and the veins of his cock slip deeper into her oozing womanhood.

Shilpa is drooling under his hand, helplessly looking into his piercing eyes while wiggling under his body.

"I took his wallet..*grunts* ...your husband is weak, and you are fucking tight." He jeers as he loosens up her licentious pussy further, delving his fat cock into her mushy ravine.

Shilpa's saliva drips wantonly from the side of her hearty lips. Her hands flap on his body meekly, and his enormous cock has completely filled up her elongated cervical passage.

"You got beautiful eyes." his voice is full of wonder; for a second, Shilpa glimpses his face has gotten softer, and his eyes are staring at her longingly, lovingly; he rubs her forehead gently with utmost care.

Then his exquisite visage rolls back into being vicious, resembling a carnivorous beast with the taste of blood on his lips, and his tongue lashes out, "Yet you begged me to fuck your married cunt." 
Ashish pushes the rest of his gigantic manhood inside her quivering pussy with that hurtful quip.

Shilpa screeches, clawing his thighs, drawing blood, but only muffled noises come out once the meaty cockhead penetrates her posterior fornix inside.

"Now, I am going to take his wife's purity away inside his car." His gravel voice lets her know his cruel intentions.

Ashish starts smashing her pussy mercilessly, stretching her to the fullest. He does not give her any time to adjust. He pounds the uneasiness out of her pussy with his thrusting cock and replaces it with overwhelming pleasure. Shilpa unravels. Her juices continuously spit out of her convulsing twat as he drills her married hole. He is bare and raw inside her heat. She pulls him closer with her legs urging him to hammer her pussy, and he does that relentlessly. The small car gets filled with the sound of her squelching pussy, the slapping of their skin, their curses, their moans, and groans. Their body sheens with sweat, and his balls get soaked with waves after waves of her liquid desire. 




Their hips thrust against each other, her exposed clit grinding on his solid pelvis, his hung balls slapping her wobbling ass globes continuously, her legs are jelly, her vulva gushing out trickling mini squirts soaking his lower abdomen from time to time. 

Her viscous spit is rolling down from her mouth under his palm, soaking her neck. She squeals like a heated animal while he incessantly pumps his rigidity inside her honeyed softness.

She can feel his contempt towards her Husband as he rearranges her guts. She can sense the frustration he has for her Husband in every vein of his proud dick. 

She discerns the malicious intentions he harbors for his Husband deep in his heart as his plummeting cock reaches the places inside her pussy where Mahesh has never reached. His grunts are triumphant, and her moans are lewd.

His frenetic energy soon provokes a nerve-racking orgasm out of her quaking pussy and, after a while, another bigger one. Her climax lasts longer, her body shudders, and her thoughts liquify.

They hear several cars entering the parking lot. Ashish stops ploughing her cunt and ducks, putting all of his weight over her squirming heated body while his entire cock stays lodged inside Shilpa's unchaste secret, and Her pussy rebels, squeezing his furious cock inside.

"Stay quiet." He whispers in her ears but removes his hand from her mouth.

Shilpa nods in agreement with a lust-painted anxious face, and her gushing pussy gnaws his girthy member below.

Her auditory sensors are trying to gauge how many people are inside the parking lot.

Ashish lifts his pelvis and gives a sudden mighty thrust inside her aching pussy.

"ahhhh..." She moans, rolling her eyes. He is smiling at her mischievously.

She swallows hard, trying her level best to stay still, and then he stabs her again with another forceful downward thrust.

"ufffff...." Shilpa huffs, wriggling in delight, her mind shattered.

When she gains some of her senses, she puts her hand on her lips.

Ashish takes her hand away and nods his head side to side forbidding her to cover her mouth.

"Hushhhh!!!" He leans, skims at her wanton face, retracts some portion of his cock from her pussy only to nose-dive it inside her convulsing cunt, and starts to fuck her core, just rolling his hips.

Noiseless gasps are coming out of Shilpa's open mouth. Her lungs are emptying themselves of air, carrying inaudible moans. She is cumming hard, cramping her ruined pussy around his cock.
Her eyes are closed now; she is dumfounded with ecstasy, leaking badly from her drilled pussy.

Ashish halts the pounding to put her in a new misery. Her pussy clenches violently in protest. She is in the middle of an orgasm.

"Are you afraid of other people knowing that you are a cheating ....." He pungles his cock deep and commands, "complete the sentence."

"Slut.." Shilpa sobs, explosions happening behind her eyes. Ashish rocks his hips again, pummeling her greedy pussy and granting her the coveted orgasm.

Shilpa whimpers, shivering in lust, "ahhhh..I am... ahhhh.. your filthy ...ohhhfff.. cheating slut." drools cruise down from the side of her lip, and she lifts her mouth to kiss him; she wants to bury her humiliation on her lover's lips; she is craving his acceptance.

Ashish pushes her head down, holding her skull from both sides, and snots, "I don't kiss cheating sluts."

"Oh my god !!! *sobs*." Shilpa helplessly begins crying after getting rejected so badly; waves of warm tears splash her cheeks in brain-damaging humiliation, and Ashish moves his long thick cock in a circular motion expanding her cervix.

The people are leaving the parking lot.

"Do you know the best part of your Husband's suffering, Mrs Dixit? I made him write letters to dead cats and dogs ..*laughs* ...the fool even posted those."

 Shilpa chokes in insult, but her hands garb his muscular buttocks and haul him closer, begging him to use her married slit. He feels her pussy shamelessly biting his cock, listening to his words. 

"Yet your greedy married cunt ...excuse my language....yet your devout femininity can't stop orgasming on my bully dick", Ashish whispers in her ears, sniggering.

Ashish resumes the plundering of her cunt with new vigor, looking down at her shame-filled euphoric face with mocking eyes.

Shilpa explodes into another toe-curling orgasm biting her knuckles.

He is breathing hot on her face, their eyes are close to each other, and his pants are getting louder. He is close; his balls are whipping her ass furiously. She can sense his urgency.

 He is wreaking havoc inside her pussy right now. He has been waiting for his release since the restaurant. 

Shilpa squeezes her pussy violently and repeatedly, creating a fist inside with her cuntal walls, making him grunt loudly, and with some rapid earth-shattering thrusts, he empties himself inside her pulsating cunt shooting his entire load in a spasmodic installment deep in her. 

She feels the warm cum filling her. She erupts into another rapturous orgasm shuddering her body in a frenzy of pure unbridled joy and lust. 

They stay still until the spasming of his balls stops, and he gets up with a smile on his face, "Pheww, you are aaaaamazing !!!! Sexy roleplay .." and smacks her bubble butt playfully. She mewls.

Shilpa is still curling her toes wearing her stilettos; her world is still into pieces, and she is busy catching her breath.

Ashish pulls his large floppy cock out of her pussy, and a nasty sound of air popping comes out. Shilpa crimsons her face in embarrassment, and her Husband's bully's potent cum oozes out of her ravaged married pussy.

 The seed of the enemy trickles along her perineum, her butt plug, her shuddering ass crack, and finally soils the seat of her Husband's car. 

Ashish winks at her jovially, covering her gaping hole with the panty, and pats her mound, "Hold my strength inside you, Mrs. Dixit. I want you to." He leaves her pussy, giving it a firm squeeze making her moan uncontrollably, asserting his dominance.

Ashish uses a seat towel to wipe all kinds of moistures he made Shilpa spay on his body.

"Awww, what a thoughtful Husband of yours, Mrs.Dixit, a perfect provider." Ashish sniggers throwing the towel carelessly in the front, and shows no interest in hiding his tracks from Mahesh.

Shilpa's freshly loaded womb sizzles at that sight, knowing her confident lover gives zero fuck about what Mahesh thinks, and she moans as he teases her Marriage unknowingly.

Ashish keeps grinning in response to her unexpected moaning, delighted by the cum-drunk stupor he has put her into.

Ashish starts to dress up, and Shilpa speechlessly ogles at his athletic body while his unbuttoned shirt loosely hangs from his spartan shoulder blades. 

She raises her leg and puts the elongated narrow heel of her stiletto on his ribs. She counts those, prodding those curved bones while pressing the oblique muscles covering them. 

Ashish smiles at her while pulling up his pant. Shilpa starts to poke the bones of his ribcage gently at first and then roughly. He throws a warning glance at her. 

She lifts her thigh further and touches his jaw with the heel. Her sharp heel traces the pattern of his jawline. Ashish is buttoning his shirt and growls once she kicks his jaw with the heel. Shilpa halts and rests her ankle on his shoulder.

 Looking into his scolding eyes, She partly bares her bosomy tits, lowering her blouse while appearing vulnerable, exposing her softness. 

She twists her puckered nipples and mewls as she peeks at him, slowly licking her puffy lower lip, the shape of which resembles a carpel of an orange. 

The uncovered parts of her body are glowing, covered in a thin coating of sweat. Her dreamy eyes are sparkling with the promise of glory. She seems captivating, mysterious, utterly feminine, and in need of a strong man.
Ashish swallows hard, his eyes widen with marvel looking at those alluring round orbs on her chest; his pulse quickens, noticing the sweat dews formed around her deep navel; he feels weakness in his knees, trailing his widened eyes along the length of her smooth legs. From her mid-thigh to her buttocks, she is suddenly incredibly thick.

 He has just fucked her senseless now he wants to fuck her again, holding that tiny waist of hers. She is full of bountiful treasures and completely defenseless.

Shilpa lifts another leg and encircles his neck with both of her heels. She hauls his head down with her long shapely legs, leading him closer to her pussy, her lovely eyes full of adoration.

Once his face was near her mound, she gave a final pull stating spitefully breaking her web of deception, "Lick my pussy dry with your pretty mug....eat your cum, you piec...."

She could not finish her sentence. With the lightning speed of a lethal serpent, Ashish grabs her throat with a powerful grip and yanks her up. Her brown eyes are blazing in a fury, revealing her true motivations.
 In contrast to that, his piercing eyes are cold and emotionless. He drags her face in the air towards him, holding her windpipe. She is fuming in anger, even in distress.

 It was a trap, a siren's trap. Her pride could not handle how she just got fucked despite it being her idea. She is constantly testing him, questioning her judgment of choosing him as her Dom in this nascent stage of their relationship. 

He holds her face close to his own, her nostrils fluttering in defiance despite having her life at his mercy. He squeezes her larynx without remorse, choking her breathless, and her spirit slowly withers. 

Her blistering eyes gradually get replaced with respect and genuine vulnerability. She sticks her tongue out like his bitch acknowledging his dominance, looking at him with submissive eyes, coughing for air. 

He pulls her closer to his lips by using her trachea, eliciting a retching sound from her while unempathetically staring at her blood filled, struggling face. She timidly licks his lips, her eyes darting, trying to read his mind. 

He treads carefully, touching her tongue with his own. Each of them has distrust in their eyes. She moans, and he slightly loosens his grip on her throat. 

She scrutinizes him minutely and finds no assurance in his stare. Then she tosses herself onto his body, taking a leap of blind faith, and immediately gets rewarded for her bravery. 

Their lips meet furiously, their tongue swirls inside their mouth, trust gets reinstated in their gaze, and shortly they begin to rub their noses and cheeks on each other's face breaking the passionate kiss, smelling each other's bodily musks like animals, burning each other's face with their hot, labored breath. 

It does not matter to them now how it started, why it started, and who started it. All that matters to them is what they feel for each other.

 They get lost, marking each other with their scent, claiming each other's souls, and branding each other as their property. They shower each other's faces with a flurry of apologetic and compassionate small kisses. 

Moments later, Shilpa finds her head pressed inside his chest, her hand rubbing the ribs she was cruelly hurting a while ago, and Ashish burying his nose in her hair while caressing the throat he was heartlessly choking a few moments ago.

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"Sir, There are no recordings. The cameras in the parking lot have been out of order for a couple of months."

"Quiet!!!" Indra hisses at the other security officerman, "Who told you to check...."

An unexpected lucky relief for Mahesh. Not all the cameras in the world work.

 *So there are no recordings. Indra is in deeper trouble than I am. Shit, I should have just left after killing that scumbag.* Mahesh regrets his decision to drag Indra into this now.
Indra is still collegeing his subordinate.

Mahesh further introspects, sitting inside the security officer station *He had to die. There is no way I was gonna allow a lowly scum like that autowala to defile my Marriage. *

The image of his beautiful wife moaning under that dirty autowala's unclean body was too much for him to bear.

*I did it to protect my wife. I did it to protect my love. Everything I do, I do it to save my family. A man has every right to kill another man who openly desires to sleep with his wife. Every damn right.*
Mahesh justifies his actions inside his mind.

Indra dismisses the man and drags Mahesh holding his hand until they get inside Indra's private chamber.

"Turn off your phone, Mahesh ." Indra sits down. He takes his own phone and switches it off. Mahesh does not protest, and he does the same. 

They are sitting across a rectangular wooden table.

"You are lucky that there are no recordings, "Indra says bitterly. He has now lost the leverage required to directly blackmail Mahesh, but Indra is a resourceful man.

Mahesh stays quiet. He does not show any delight but rather toils to appear guilty.

"But I got other recordings. " Indra turns his monitor towards Mahesh, "This is taken outside of a restaurant in that building..That is Shilpa .. and that must be Ashish Kaul."

Mahesh gulps. He does not ask how Indra knows Ashish's name.

Indra clears his doubts, "I saw his registration papers inside the Audi Rahul was driving. He is your boss, isn't he?"

Mahesh meekly says, "Yes."

Indra smirks, "Lemme tell you what I have deduced so far. I think you and Shilpa were curious about this cuckold lifestyle. She is much younger than you, probably more libidinous. I am guessing you pushed her to embrace this lifestyle. She must have protested a bit but later gladly accepted the proposal. 

You chose your handsome young boss as the Bull, and the three of you began the cuckold lifestyle. But something went wrong, and He forced you to make your son drive your wife to his house every morning as an act of revenge. 

I mean.... I get the cuckold lifestyle, but no way a sane man, a man like you, would involve his son in this sexual fantasy. Now your young wife is spending more time with him...going on dates in the middle of the day without telling you....You got afraid and started to follow them. That stupid autowala got the hang of what you were doing, and you killed him. Am I right so far?"

"You are absolutely correct." Mahesh smiles faintly.," I am...."

"Rubbish ....." Indra almost spits at him," You are a cuckold husband, Mahesh. Such behaviour is expected of you. You are allowed to be suspicious of your wife and Bull. This is not the first time I am stumbling upon a cuckold scenario. We handle cases of murders and abuses related to this lifestyle every year. "

Mahesh swallows hard while being grilled by Indra.

Indra sizes him up and continues," You following them is not as big of a secret as you want me to believe. Certainly a secret not big enough to kill a man(autowala)."

Mahesh lowers his head, thinking *Should I tell him the whole truth? or just lie ?*

Indra carries on," Unless the real secret is that You want to kill your boss. He has no intention to entertain your cuckold desires, does he? Otherwise, you and Shilpa would ride to his house together every morning, but only Shilpa goes, not you. 

He wants to enjoy your wife without your presence. You wanted a romantic cuckold relationship.... you know-- the sweet hand-holding, lovey-dovey cuckolding where the Bull satisfies the wife's physical needs, the cuck soothes her emotionally, and then the cuck and the wife engage in romantic copulation. Later everyone goes back to their lives, respecting each other's privacy. The ideal cuckold arrangement. 

Instead, you accidentally initiated an affair between your boss and your wife. I don't blame you. Nobody would want to lose a wife who has those pair of big round juicy tits. Moreover, your cunning boss is using your son, Rahul, to drive your wife to his house every day. Your boss wants your wife to lose all respect for you. This is as low as it gets, Mahesh. No woman would respect or love a man who uses his son in this kind of sexual activity."

Mahesh is sweating like a pig in tension. His face is red listening to Indra mentioning Shilpa's big breasts 

*Should I correct him? Indra will know how cunning I am once I disclose the whole truth. If I tell him that I sent Shilpa to trap Ashish, Indra will not trust me. I have witnessed Indra committing murder, and he will not trust a scheming man like me with that secret. I must appear naive to him*

Mahesh purposefully breaks his voice as he speaks, "I am sorry, Indra. I was ashamed to tell you the truth earlier. I thought he(Ashish) was a friend. I thought we had a rapport. I thought I could trust him. Then he betrays me."

Indra says nothing and silently urges Mahesh to carry on.

Mahesh beats his forehead, "I was such a fool. Soon he showed his true colors. He became demanding. He laughed at my cuckold fantasy. He does not understand the concept. I protested furiously.
 I ordered him to stop seeing Shilpa once I realized he just wanted to sleep with Shilpa and tricked me into believing he would honor the cuckold arrangement, but he threatened to fire me. 
He warned me if I told Shilpa the truth, he would fire me. She knows nothing about this blackmail. That's why she wears those pieces of hotwife jewelry you saw yesterday, as she thinks she is in a proper cuckold relationship. 
He started to torture me in the office. I am the office clown now. I followed him today, but the autowala quickly figured out the scenario and started blackmailing me. The autowala wanted to sleep with Shilpa. Oh god, I am so gullible. I am such an easy target."

Indra gets delighted inside, knowing how easy a task it is to trap Mahesh, and comes to his side from getting up from his seat.

Mahesh chokes, bringing out his crocodile tears, "Please save my Marriage, Indra... I am ...*snivels* ... I don't know what to do...*breaking down*... I think I am losing her... I am losing my wife to that evil..... she got no idea that he is using her."

Indra pats his back with emotions in his voice," Easy now, my friend...be strong...I understand your pain. " and frightens Mahesh deliberately for his(Indra's) own gain, "A man like that will use your wife until he gets bored of her and throw her in the streets. He will most likely fire you, too, as you defied him in the past. Your family will be ruined completely." 

Indra points at the monitor," I mean, look at him. He is much younger than you, richer than you, dashing....he is doing it for fun. He does not care for your wife or your life. There are plenty of fishes out there to catch once he got bored of her."

Mahesh holds his hand, "Indra ...please help me...please hunt down this monster for me."

Indra chuckles sarcastically," You are so emotional, Mahesh. That is why you killed that autowala without thinking it through. Killing your boss will draw a lot of heat. Who knows what kind of important individuals got a vested interest in what he does?
 Take me, for instance. I am an important person like him. If I die suddenly, do you think my D.I.G. father-in-law would stay quiet? He will bring down the hailstorm. Your boss deals with lots of money on behalf of other individuals, Mahesh, and they will not stay silent if he falls off the earth under suspicious circumstances."

Mahesh rubs his eyes, and gradually his voice raises, "Are you saying that there is no way to stop an evil man like him, Indra? Are you saying we should let a homewrecker like him run wild? Are you saying a man who loves to humiliate another man just to enjoy that man's misery should be allowed to live? 
This man was about to defile my wife in public Indra ... in the damn parking lot Indra...oh god... he has no shame...he does not respect women.. he has no regard for the integrity of family...no moral values....no respect for a sacred bond like marriage...no compassion in the heart....he just enjoys inflicting pain on others...The things he forces me to do in my office, you would not believe...he does not respect a human being. He is pure evil Indra, and he deserves the lowest pit of hell."

Indra speaks once Mahesh stops panting hard. 

"There are other ways to eliminate a man. Less messy ways." Indra states in a steady voice.

"How?" Mahesh frowns.

Indra gets away from him, and while loitering inside the room, he says, "There are certain kinds of illegal videos ....*clearing throat*... pornographic videos exist, Mahesh. We happen to have some of these videos in our 'evidence room' retrieved from a certain class of criminals who only gets turned on by this kind of disgusting video. These sleazebags are very selective about their kinks."

Mahesh's face lit up, "And?"

Indra suggestively says, "Let's say one day security officer gets an anonymous tip that your boss is a fervent admirer of such illegal videos. Then we raid his home and office with a warrant, and to our utter shock, we indeed find such videos inside his devices."

Mahesh asks him, shaking in excitement, "If this happens, how long he ..."

Indra finishes him, "For a long time Mahesh. Consider his life as we know of is over if he gets caught with such videos. It would be much better if somehow those videos get uploaded from his devices to some of the pornographic sites before we get the tip."

Mahesh smiles, "That can be arranged. So all that is required to put my evil boss behind bars is a Pendrive full of such videos."

Indra walks towards him and stresses," No, Mahesh, first I need your wife to spread her legs for me." and places a firm hand on his shoulder.

Mahesh shivers. He knew from the beginning that would be the price of Indra's help. It was an unspoken agreement.

Indra squeezes his shoulder hard, and he is a macho man," I would not be a cruel Bull to your Marriage, Mahesh. I don't want to break your Marriage; I want to strengthen it further. You are my neighbor, and that counts for something. I will be compassionate. I will respect your family, your wife, and you in and outside the bedroom. I promise you that."

Mahesh can feel Indra's authority over him. He is a large, physically powerful man.

Mahesh licks his lips. He does not know what to say. All he knows is that Ashish can not have Shilpa.

Indra's hand comes to his neck, massaging it hard, letting Mahesh feel how feeble he is while inserting his dominance, "Your Marriage needs order, Mahesh, and I represent the order in society. I am a man in uniform. I will please your wife good...I will satisfy her in bed... I will fulfil your cuck fantasies, and She will not stray any further. I can promise you that."

Mahesh calculates *Should I now reveal that I have the recording of Indra killing the autowala? If I do, then Indra will not help me to crush Ashish. Instead, he will plan my demise*

Indra's long sleek fingers have reached his throat from behind, "What are you thinking, Mahesh? Your first wife(Rekha) died accidentally cause of your affair with Shilpa. Today another man died in your hand cause of her infidelity. 
Tonight two more men will die as fake suspects in my hands to cover up that mess. No more people need to die for her shake after tonight, and you have the power to stop it through me. I think your marital bed's chastity is a fair asking price for my service to you and the society."

Mahesh closes his eyes, picturing his bulky muscular neighbor smashing his beautiful wife on his marital bed. It is a strange feeling.

"I will think about your proposal." Mahesh gives him a wishy-washy response in a trembling voice.

He gets up," I need to go now." Mahesh can't meet his eyes with Indra, who is clearly in control of this situation. It is hard for him to look into the eyes of the man who just said that he would fuck his wife on his marital bed.

*Atleast he is not Ashish. Atleast he is not that dirty autowala* he tries to console himself.

"Alright, you can go now." Indra waves his hands and walks with him.

Mahesh reaches for the door and grabs the nob.

 Indra speaks in a chilling tone, "I need the answer by tonight, Mahesh. A few hours is enough to reach a decision as such. Considering how much less time you took to commit the murder."
Indra has no patience for Mahesh's inner turmoil. In his mind, Mahesh is a natural cuck, and Shilpa is an unsatisfied wife.

Mahesh meekly says, "Alright."

"Let's shake on it" Indra extends his hand and forcefully takes Mahesh's hand inside of his.

Mahesh groans as Indra squeezes it hard. He is way stronger than him.

"Always shake hand like a real man Mahesh, always. You must let the other man know that you are not to be the person one should trifle with. He should think twice, thrice... countless times before causing you any harm and eventually abandoning the idea. Kill other's ill intents for you at their crib." 
Indra mauls his grip for a few good seconds before letting Mahesh go with a grave look on his face, showing Mahesh, who is in charge now.

Mahesh rubs his numb hand and leaves the office without any further words. Indra is pleased with that meek reaction he got from his neighbor.Mahesh inhales deeply outside the room with a fit of visible anger on his face.

*Nah, I am gonna fucking kill you, too, once I don't have any need for you. You will just use me as your butler while laying on my bed with my wife for the rest of my life. I am gonna kill you like a street dog* Mahesh shrieks inside.

Once Mahesh was out of the room. Indra frowns at his desk.

*Mahesh is a cuck who loves to jerk off while watching other men fuck his wife. A man like that is all about avoiding responsibilities. At its core, that is what cuck fantasy really is.....the urge to run from masculine responsibilities and indulge in self-loathing. 
Can I trust a man like that with my secret? He saw me killing that autowala. He knows all about the cover-up of that killing. At least he got the nerve to take a man's life. I need to watch Mahesh closely.*

Indra rubs his cock, thinking further *Eyes on the target tiger. Finally, I am going to fuck Shilpa.. I love those big tits of hers..so fucking big those are!!! Soon I am gonna put my dick between those large melons* 

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Several minutes later, Ashish speaks first, "We should go."

"We should? " Shilpa laments from below, enjoying her lover's tight embrace.

Ashish kisses her head, "Yup."

"Ahaan." Shilpa makes a noise of approval but does not show any interest in getting up.

"We must go." Ashish smoothens her silky hair.

"Ahaan." Shilpa agrees.

"That's it, we are going." Ashish opens the door and carries her body out of the car.

"Damn it, Ashish !!! I am almost naked." Shilpa groans.

"I know, and you are fucking sexy ", Ashish grins, clutching both of her tits with calculated strength.

Shilpa wails, 'ahhhh....." looking at him helplessly and then around her, suspicious of anybody watching them.

Ashish fondles her massive tits looking straight into her eyes in her semi-nude state, letting her feel the public exposure exploring her exhibitionist kink. He does this cause he simply can. He enjoys the power Shilpa has granted him and abuses it to the fullest at his will.

He lets her go once her legs start to stagger.

Shilpa hurriedly covers her tits hauling up her blouse while Ashish pulls down her shapewear. The saree falls down on its own.

"Let's go there. Better cover. You need to tidy up your appearance." He points at a round column.

He does not have to repeat it again. Shilpa has already started moving towards it.

Ashish always admired the way she walked. It is a graceful stride. But not anymore, atleast not right now. 

He feels a masculine pride knowing the reason for it. Her steps are distorted, and that makes her ass sway vulgarly. 

*She is sore inside*

"Does it hurt?" he teases her.

Shilpa turns her head and catches his eyes glued on her gyrating ass.

She blushes, knowing what he is indicating," I don't know what you are talking about."



"Alright." He smirks, leaving the subject for now.

Shilpa can feel the absence of his long thick dick inside of her love canal. Her pussy is sore, and her cunt is aching from the brutal pounding she just took.

*The bastard knows exactly what He did. Smug faced handsome devil.* and She looks at him lovingly and also begrudgingly. She wants to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

*My handsome devil.... my big dicked handsome devil* She grits her teeth, going possessive of him.Fresh heat rose in her cheeks.

"What are you thinking?" Ashish prods her examining the hunger in her eyes.

"Nothing" She blushes. "Help me with the saree."

Ashish assists her while she properly sets her attire. 

Ashish circles her for a while,"Hmm.. now you look fairly decent. Just don't walk around much inside the office. Otherwise, they will know the way you are struggling to walk. ." he laughs, teasing her.

Shilpa throws a punch at his arm, "You are shameless, you know that?"

"You are the one who was cheating ." Ashish razzes her.

Shilpa rolls her eyes *And the jerk is back.*

"I need to fix my makeup." She avoids interacting with the filterless thug.

"My car is there. Lead the way, please. I am a feminist now." Ashish insists, jeering.

"My God. You are incorrigible." Shilpa throws daggers at him with her eyes but starts walking for his eye's pleasure.

Ashish rubs his dick after a while, watching her graceless stroll, her bubbly ass oscillating vulgarly, accentuated by the shapewear below.



"I should have fucked you right in the ass inside Mahesh's car." He announces loudly with pure lust in his eyes.

Shilpa's eyes widen, and she fearfully looks around to see if anybody else is there to hear what he just said.

"Very funny, ha ha haa... now stop" She makes a face holding his car's door. Her pussy clenches below, knowing her lover's desire for her. 

*He makes me so wet ...always teasing.....he is so arrogant.. and shameless... such an urbane, cultured man yet with such debauched tastes ...this baffles me*

Ashish grabs a chunk of her ass flesh in his large hand and demands," Or what?"

Shilpa squirms, scrunching her face. Her facade fall and her aroused face resurface again, revealing that she thoroughly enjoys his teasing.

She turns around, presses her body against his, and admits very calmly, without any falseness, "You have me, Ashish. You have had me for quite a while now. You have all of me. I am not gonna run. You can do anything with me you want." 

His heart clenches in sweet pain, and his eyes soften at her unequivocal surrender.

"Damn you, girl.." he murmurs, looking at her, stunned by her bravery. *I wish I was this brave*

Shilpa kisses his chest *I know you love me even if you don't say it. I know you do. *

She does not say it out loud. Instead, she takes his other hand and puts it on her other ass cheek, urging him to play with her heavy ass.

Ashish squeezes her onion butt, making her moan," I can help you make your ass more shapely and plump. You need to train your glutes."

Shilpa mewls inside his chest, feeling her lover's strength on her soft ass flesh,"mphhhh..ok."

Ashish squashes both of her gluteus maximus forcefully with his rough hands, setting Shilpa's pussy on fire and teasing her, "Yeah, I can train you inside my gym. You remember my gym, don't you ?"
Shilpa blushes radiantly and trembles, recalling how he seduced her there. She hugs him tightly in shameful bliss, remembering the erotic memory.

Ashish spanks her ass lightly, making her whimper, "Of course you do ...you dirty girl ."

Shilpa bites his nipple mewling in response.

Ashish mauls her luscious ass globes and smirks, listening to her moans, "The training is for free, but the membership of the gym isn't. There is a fee for it. A hefty one."

Shilpa is clutching his arms, her teeth raking her lower lips. She can feel his throbbing cock on her lower abdomen. A while ago, that monstrous dick was on the other side of her belly.

*Are we ever getting out of this parking lot? We take two steps, and then we end up feeling each other's bodies*

"mmmmm...what is the fee?" She flirts back.

'"Your ass ...your wide juicy ass." Ashish tests the thickness and firmness of her ass by lifting those globes from below.

Shilpa moans, sniffing his chest, enticed by the lewdness of his hand activity, "Ok. I will pay the fee...unhhh...but I want lifelong membership."

Ashish freezes the smashing of her onion butt once he realizes what she just said.He pulls her hair and makes her look at him.

His voice steady, "Is that what you crave? A lifelong membership. "

Shilpa nods, murmuring, "Yes.", her eyes full of love for him.

*I am willing to leave my Husband, Ashish. But you need to reciprocate. I need assurances. I don't have much time. You don't have much time either, according to Mahesh.*

Her eyes are pleading.

Ashish closes her lips with his own, and they smooch deeply, sealing an unspoken deal.

"We should head to my office. *he clears his throat*... we can discuss further about the membership." Ashish gulps. His eyes are full of adoration for her.

Shilpa can see he is scared shitless, his heart beating rapidly.

She bites her lips before speaking, "Yes, we can do that. We must do that."

Ashish swallows hard again, 'Yes, we must." He looks at her mischievous grin, knowing how much she enjoys his inner torment. 

 In the matter of their genitalia, he is the undisputed king, but when it comes to the politics of their hearts, she is the unchallenged Queen. 

*Fuck it. Fuck freedom. I am ready to settle down and worship her .* Ashish strangles his ego.

[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 42 : PART 2 - NUCLEUS ACCUMBENS

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"By the way ..." Shilpa's eyes twinkled, "Did you enjoy the roleplay we did?"

Ashish reddens, "Yes..but can we not talk...."

"How much did you enjoy imagining me as Mahesh's wife?" Shilpa teases him. She is rubbing his cock below.

Ashish is embarrassed how turned on he was, "Very much....."

Shilpa caresses his sleepy giant gently, and her lips curl up, "Ahaann...You like it that much, huh?" she can feel the throbbing of his cock.

Ashish ingests the taunting, "Yes, it was hot...but listen, I don't know his wife...I mean no disrespect to you for imagining you as his wife.....We mustn't do that anymore..It is unhealthy....It was just in the heat of the moment....." 

He babbles on and on.

Shilpa watches how guilty he feels for imagining her as Mahesh's wife for the shake of hatred he has for him.

*But my love, I am his wife, and I am trying to prepare you for the moment when you finally learn that truth* She sighs inside.

She tiptoes and punctuates his barrage of apologies with her lips. Her hand hasn't stopped rubbing his dickhead.

After withdrawing her pulpy lips, she whispers in his ears in the most dick raising audio frequency Ashish had ever heard while jerking his cock with her petite hand," You can do the roleplay with me anytime you want... I can be Mahesh's wife for you anytime you want...anywhere you want...*she nibbles his ears* ...anyway you want...*her tongue tickles his earlobe*....You can do anything with his wife....*her voice huskier than ever* ...Any filthy thing you want....ANY...."

She leaves him, edging his cock and squeezing his hung balls, making his boxer wet with precum with a slutty smile on her face.

Ashish is fuming in eros, he wants to bang her hard against the ground right now, but that will destroy her public image forever. He tries to control himself, taking a sharp breath.

Shilpa looks at him with fearful eyes realizing how far she has pushed him *Animal.... He is an animal roaming amongst clueless humans, and he knows it... He has trained to control his savage urges...it is sexy...very sexy...the restraint and subtle gravitas he maintains for my shake*

Shilpa cautiously touches his flinty jaw and gives a quick peck on his lips. She repeats it again and then again like a bird, helping him to calm down. She can inspire lust in him if she wants. She can also inspire love in him whenever she wants and both at once if she chooses to. 

"I want you to do something for me." her voice dripping honey.

"Ok." Ashish is mesmerized by her right now. He kisses her palm.

"I want to put a 'do not disturb sign on your door." Shilpa bats her eyes, mewling softly.

"Hmmm...My girl wants all of me for herself ...I can arrange that." Ashish smiles.

Shilpa's heart skips.

*Did he just call me 'his girl'...oh my god, he did...*

"What? You are glowing ....from inside. .... so beautiful you are...." His pupil dilates, beguiled by her awe-inspiring beauty without realizing the reason for her elation.

"Nothing" Shilpa looks at him from below her eyes-lashes and whines in a baby voice, "I want you to fire your secretary."

Ashish chortles loudly, hugging her, "Ok ....*laughing*... I can tell her to take the rest of the day off...that much I can do."

Shilpa snots, "Is she beautiful?" pretending to be jealous.

"We are beautiful." He smiles, rubbing her cheek, "Anything else?"

"No, that is all for now. You can go now and wait for me. I will come once I am ready. Don't be impatient." She chooses her words carefully.

"Ok, I have tasks for you too." Ashish grins.

Shilpa gulps, looking at that puckish dimple *Oh fuck. I am doomed. The dacoit has returned.*

His hands come below, resuming the roleplay, and holding her lavish round spheres, he completely parts her deep ass crack over her saree. Shilpa hides her face inside his chest in shame.

Ashish delves deep and traces the butt plug. He starts to roll the metal nob inside her asshole, holding her ass cheek firmly.

Shilpa moans in sensation, rubbing her large tits on his chest, and the lustre of her cheeks returns,"ahhhh...ahhhhh.....mpphhh" . His curled up cock is poking her naked deep navel.

He continuously fucking her asshole with the butt plug, and his gravel voice commands, "I want you to go to your Husband's car Mrs Dixit and throw your day slave collar on the front seat." He feels she is squeezing the butt plug, with her anal muscles listening to him.

Ashish snickers, "I want your husband to know that I fucked you in his car." and spanks her hard, making her yelp.

Ashish enjoys the ripple he just created on her ripe bottom and pulls her butt plug out of her asshole but leaves it inside her panty.

"Go" He smacks her ass firmly, giving his order.

Shilpa obeys and turns around, feeling the burning sensation on her butt flesh.

She was walking away from him. Ashish arrests her steps, asking, "It must be awkward walking with the unstuffed metal ass plug inside the panty. Why don't you shove it in."

Shilpa's cheeks flush, and she lies, mumbling, "I can manage."

"You misunderstood Mrs Dixit. It was not a suggestion. I want you to do it in front of me without lifting your dress." he declares sternly.

Shilpa is writhing in humiliation right now. Ashish can see that, and he is enjoying it. He can tell she is not used to this kind of erotic degradation. The beautiful, astute, sophisticated sex-slave infront of him is powerless, knowing how she will look if she attempts to shove it inside her ass. 

Shilpa hesitates but looking at his smouldering eyes, she obeys him, cursing herself inside. Her pussy boils, feeling his eminence. Her hands go below. One parts her butt cheek, and the other tries to shove it back inside her anal star. She struggles and chokes in deep shame, standing in the unladylike pose spreading her legs, her fingers rummaging inside her butt crack. 

She feels so nasty. She loathes herself right now. Her whole body is flushing in utter disgrace, performing this degrading act, something she could not even imagine doing for any man. If her current-self time travels and tells about this ordeal to her one week ago past self, she will laugh at her in disbelief.

Yet here she is and doing it in front of her Dominant lover, creaming her panty under his authoritativeness.

"Look at me ." Ashish heartlessly demands, and his overbearing baritone steers her gaze at him, and her face cracks once she meets his eyes.

"Don't look away. Stay on me and plug your ass ." his voice is coarse while subjugating his slave.

To her utter distress, her pussy is clenching violently inside. Ashish minutely observes all of her inner struggles and outer ones, standing there. Tears roll down her eyes as she degrades herself following his command. 

Her spirit breaks. Her self esteem gets vanquished by her throbbing clit. He drains her emotionally with this simple graceless act that a proud woman like her would never do.

Once she was done shoving it inside, she could not even look at him. She feels so dirty and ashamed. She considers herself fairly intelligent, and she just did what a stupid bimbo slut would do to please her man.

Ashish stays silent, letting her breathe in the purgatory created by her own mind. Her face is trembling with multifarious emotions.

"Now go defile your Marriage with that slave collar. I will be waiting for you." He turns around without even consoling her wounded soul.

He departs the underground parking lot leaving a crushed and severely aroused Shilpa behind.

 Shilpa suddenly breathes, really breathes the free air once Ashish is out of her sight. Until now, she was suffocated by his presence. She loves that feeling. She already misses it.

The first stage of her plan is complete. She wanted to put the idea of her being Mahesh's wife in his head through sexual fantasy and also to show him the eroticism of that fantasy by having sex with him inside Mahesh's car. 

Now the second stage of her plan begins. She has divided her plan into 4 stages.

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Ashish is sharing the lift with a few people. Every time he closes his damn eyes, he sees those big brown eyes of Shilpa mysteriously smiling at him with the 'promise of glory'. 

When his eyes are open, he sees her reflection in the mirrored lift, whispering into his ears -"I am the ultimate treasure. I am the wife of your enemy." 

His blood is boiling on its own. He is staring at his own reflection in the mirrored walls of the lift. He appears bloodthirsty. Her imaginary whispers are like a lamenting war chant. 

He closes his eyes again and imagines himself picturing as a Viking warrior looting and pillaging some unknown land, drinking the blood of his enemy, ravaging his wife, and giving sacrifices to forgotten pagan gods.

"Fuck", he mutters almost inaudibly.

"Sir, you said something?" The woman nearest to him asks.

"No." His voice is hoarse. He thinks today we get entertained by Marvel movies like Thor, Odin, and Loki on big screens, but brutality and real savagery have been committed in the name of these Gods centuries ago.
He feels like one of those savage Viking warriors thinking about his enemy's wife, and he starts humming to a nordic song in his head.

"Ships on vigor of the waves are skimming
Barren summits to the verdant plains
Each horizon is a new beginning
Rise and reign"

He gets out of the lift, and an employee approaches him, "Sir have you seen the F.I.I. data today? They are pulling the money out of the market at a crazy rate."

Ashish takes the report in his hand. He glances at it and says, "Well, What do you expect? The U.S Govern......."

They talk about the repo rate, but in his mind, Ashish is still singing.

"Far from the fjords and the ice cold currents
Ravens soar over new frontiers
Songs and sagas of a fate determined
Shields and spears"

He meets several other people on his way to his Cabin and purposefully keeps those encounters brief. He sails inside his office and faces his secretary.

"Go home. " Ashish tells Deepti, "You are excused for the day."
"Are you ok, Sir? You look... distant." Deepti enquires while closing her system.

The song was hammering inside his head.

Vows of favor or the thrill of plunder
Pull together for the clan and kin
Clank of hammers and the crash of thunder
Pound within

Deepti sits outside his office room. It is also a waiting room. Ashish Puts a 'Do not Disturb sign outside Deepti's cabin", and on his own office cabin door, he puts a "Meeting in progress' sign after She leaves, just as Shilpa requested him to do.
He cracks his neck as if he is in an imaginary street fight with Mahesh, and the song continues to buzz.

Sails are swaying on the crimson rivers
Blood and glory in the fighting fields
Shields are shattered into splintered timbers
Iron and steel

He finally gets to sit inside his office and waits for Shilpa to arrive. She is taking her time. Ashish closes his eyes, relaxing his body. His mind drifts into the dreamland. He can clearly see Mahesh's head on a spike inside this lucid daydream. His spike. The blood of his enemy is still warm and dripping. Besides that, a woman is howling in ecstasy on all fours taking his name. The woman looks like Shilpa, and he is riding her from behind, forcing her to look at her deceased Husband's uprooted skull.
In the background, the sound still continues:

Fires are rising and the bells are ringing
Glory take us into Odin's halls
Golden glimmer and the sound of singing
Asgard's call
..............................
Valhalla calling me To pluck the strings of destiny

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The Second phase of Shilpa's plan has begun.

After fixing her get-up inside Ashish's car, Shilpa waited patiently for Deepti to come onto the ground floor of the office building. She has met Deepti once or twice at an office party. 

Shilpa recognizes her instantly. She got inside the lift before Deepti could realize who she was, but once Deepti did and turned around, the door was already closing. Shilpa wanted Deepti to recognize her. Shilpa is here for a purpose, and she wants to be seen by people who know her identity as the wife of Mahesh.

As soon she entered, pushing the glass door as she had expected, several people looked at her with a smile. She is carrying a corporate file in her hand, which she has taken from Ashish's car.
They gather around her. At first, the mood was jolly. Everyone was excited, including Shilpa herself. They laughed while they chatted. 

Shilpa tells them that she was at a birthday party to explain her sheer saree. They showered her with compliments, and Shilpa gladly accepted those with a beaming smile. 

The chitchatting kept rolling for a bit. Eventually, they ask the reason for her visit. Shilpa informs them Mahesh has forgotten this file, and she is here to deliver it. 

One over smart guy sarcastically leaks, "Thank God, Shilpa, you just saved Mahesh today from Sir's wrath."

Shilpa is well aware of who this "Sir' is. She also calls him 'Sir' sometimes for very different reasons. She could not help but feel shy, provoked by her lascivious thoughts.

Also, she knows exactly what he means by that. He is referring to the bullying Ashish is doing to her Husband. 

Shilpa maintains a clueless face with some lustre of blush on her cheek, which is not really in her control. If this guy said that about Mahesh only a week ago in that manner at her face, she would have gouged his eyes with her nails, and Shilpa is not kidding.

Some try to stop him, but other enthusiasts press Shilpa to spill the beans about the subject.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about?" Shilpa sounds confused and keeps a nonplussed countenance.

"You don't know? " "You are kidding, right?" " Noooo...you are lying"..."You really have not heard anything?" "Mahesh does not tell you?"

Shilpa remains oblivious and shrugs," Tell me what?"

One by one, they start to narrate to Shilpa what Ashish has done to Mahesh. Shilpa can recognize their glee underneath the facade of their consoling tones. They offer her the ocean of sympathy, but She can see the laughing sharks cruising in the deep water. 

Shilpa smiles bitterly.*I am far crueller than they are. I just had multiple orgasms inside my Husband's car listening to the very bully who did this to my Husband while taking his hate-filled bully cock inside me. If I tell them that, they will call me a monster.* 

Mahesh- Ashish's friendship was well known, and her Husband took unfair advantage of that. Now it is payback time. 

Indirectly, they tell Shilpa that her Husband is the clown of this department right now, and She no longer is the Queen bee at the office parties. They also indicated that Mahesh is going to lose his job anytime now.

Shilpa curses inside *I can't be the wife of a joker.* This is the very reason why Shilpa agreed to trap Ashish in the first place when Mahesh asked for her help. Shilpa has worked hard to be where she is, and she is never gonna lower her status. (Mentioned in Chapter 5)

One of the newer guys, a very attractive young man whom she has never met before, even starts to flirt with her, as it is kind of established through the recollection of events that Mahesh is a worthless man.

"I like the design of your blouse. It is a work of art." He ogles her naked spine.

The others did not protest, not even the women. An incompetent husband and his gorgeous, easy wife would make the gossiping juicier once Shilpa is gone.

This attractive fella does not know that the potent seed of her lover is guzzling inside Shipa's wrecked pussy right this instant. She is longing to be with him again and only. Her ovaries burn every time she thinks of Ashish.

"You wanna touch it?" Shilpa rakes her teeth on her lower lip.

"Would love to." He is surprised by how easily Shilpa agreed. He raises his hand. He is a very bold man and puts value on his charm.

"But first, you have to kiss my toe," Shilpa smirks while pulling her saree slightly and wiggling her toe.

The guy chuckles flirtatiously, "No problem if that is all it takes...I even vow to worship the ground you walk on," and he was about to bend his knee.

Shilpa makes a sound with the heel of the other stiletto on the ground.

A demure looking woman with glasses on her face holds his arm forcefully. He frows at her annoyingly, and she whispers something in his ears.

He looks at Shilpa with wide eyes and shrugs, "Nah, I just ate lunch.... another time."

The woman beside him glances at Shilpa repulsively. She knew Shilpa was ready to kick him in the face with her 5-inch heel. The airhead does not have a clue that the woman likes him, and she just saved him from becoming a butt of a joke like Mahesh.

*Attagirl !!! Good save !!* Shilpa laughs inside, admiring the woman's hunch.

*Good save, huh?!! You are stupid. You need to address more serious things than collegeing fuckboys.* Her inner goddess gives Shilpa a lecture.

The crowd wasn't happy they were hoping to see some sleazy flirtation.

One of Mahesh's colleagues calls him on his own to stage up more drama, "Dude your wife is here......"

If he did not call Mahesh, Shilpa would have. She is glad that he did.

"He said he is coming within 20 minutes." Mahesh's colleague informs.

Shilpa squeezes her nose, "I am gonna go and talk to Ashish, alright?"

"You can't go in !!!", "That is a bad idea." "Nobody is allowed to go in Shilpa." " Can't you see the 'do not disturb sign?" "He is a very serious man..don't provoke him." "He even let his secretary go..must be doing something important."..."Mahesh would lose his job if you disturb him" "Ashish Sir, do not fool around no matter who you are." "Discipline and work ethics ..."

Their advice and warning burn her ears as the blabbering continues.

"Just watch me." Shilpa giggle at them and start walking toward his Cabin. She throws a wink at the gathering just before pushing Deepti's door.

They are expecting that anytime their boss will co  me out dragging the hand of Mahesh's foolish snob wife and announce in front of everyone, 'Your husband is fired.. how dare you to enter my Cabin...' or something like that.

They expect it to happen very soon. One minute passed nothing happened. They wished those cabins were not soundproof. 
Five minutes, 10 minutes ....20 minutes... They could not believe it.

Meanwhile, Mahesh enters the office looking as if someone has shot him in the gut.

"Dude, your wife is inside Sir's Cabin." 

"Oh yeah?" Mahesh wipes the sweat off his brow. *I don't fear anything. I killed a man. I am "THE' man*

"Aren't you gonna go in?" someone mocks him, knowing that would be a death sentence for Mahesh. It is a miracle that Mahesh's wife gets passed that 'do not disturb sign and is still in there.
"They have been there for quite a while now." Someone puts a sleazy idea in everyone's head.

"Yup, and she is looking yummmyy!!!" Someone else remarks.

Mahesh wants to strangle these men, but he can't. Nobody respects him nowadays. They respected him with jealousy in their heart when Ashish was his friend. Now that friendship has turned into a toxic relationship.

"She is wearing a sheer saree bruhh.. you can see things through it...pretty things." a laughing sound.

"Like her navel..it is deep." A more courageous voice.

"You are a lucky man Mahesh ... that sleeveless blouse, bro, it is lit.... that strap on her shoulder is so thin.." another more daring voice.

"What do you think they are doing inside when she looks like that?" someone insinuates.

" He is dashing."
"And he makes fun of you."
"She is beautiful and dressed like a Diva."

"Two plus two, Mahesh ...it is not very hard to guess."

"Don't worry ...I know everything about him...he got a very tiny dick." Mahesh laughs confidently.

"No, he does not." A woman informs, giggling and fidgeting. The women are not actively participating in the mockery of Mahesh but eagerly listening and not doing anything to stop this gang of men despite how misogynistic the ordeal is. 
They all hated Mahesh and the way he treated them, while the Mahesh-Ashish friendship was intact. It was unjust, and they were fed up.

"Someone is looking down when she should look up." A prude guy pinches the woman.

"So Mahesh, he got a big dick, and your wife got a backless blouse."..laughs

"Are not you curious why your 'friend' is not calling you inside? your wife knew you would be here within 20 minutes."

"Do you think she is making sure that you don't lose your job, Mahesh? You know, in a quid pro quo type exchange" ...laughs

 Mahesh's phone buzzes. It is Ashish. He has never been this much delighted to hear his bully's voice.

'Two cold drinks, Ashish? and some ice cubes? OK broo..." He is smiling stupidly.

The crowd around him pales as their fantasy gets shattered, and they get scared, thinking if Mahesh-Ashish's friendship gets mended with the intervention of his wife, then Mahesh will not forget how they behaved a while ago.

Mahesh gets out of the office to buy the drinks.

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The third phase of Shilpa's plan commences once she steps inside Ashish's office. She did not knock. Knocking was so 4 days ago; now, she is privileged and only knocks on his heart, sometimes on his dick.

"Hi" She smiles at Ashish, who is sitting on his revolving chair and gulps, noticing all of the buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, a huge distraction.

*You got things to do, woman. You can't be distracted by him* 

"You took your time." Ashish smiles back, and he can see she has done a complete makeup overhaul.

"Yeah, I was doing....." Shilpa was giving excuses pushing her flowy hair back from her face.

Ashish sips from the cup of her captivating face and sighs

*Yup. I love her. I am in love with a married woman, and she is fucking beautiful. Shit !!! *

"And then the elevator opened..." Shilpa was going on with her yada-yada -yada  

Ashish prowls towards her .

Shilpa swallows hard, staring at the lithe and powerful animal approaching her, an edge of his thick lips curled up in a conspiratorial smirk. Words get stuck inside her throat as his broad, hairless, virile chest winks at her from his open shirt.

She heaves hard, gawking at the overwhelmingly sexy Shiloutte of her lover, slowly killing the distance between them, muscles rippling below the surface of his taut skin.

Ashish takes the file away from her clenched fist and throws it away on a couch nearby.

Shilpa gasps, making a startling noise from the back of her throat, her eyelids flapping in tension, in fear. 

He is intimidatingly larger than her, dominating and completely male. Her skittish hand touches the wall of ridged leanness of his flat abdomen.

Timidly but greedily, her hands crawl up, feeling the muscled planes of his toned torso.

*All mine. So sexy, dangerous and all mine.* She could not believe it.

Shilpa smiles at him shyly, exploring his staunch body with her soft hands; her heart is beating faster, and his muscular shoulder is under her fingers now. Shilpa loves that feel, heat radiating from his skin. She squeezes the rigidity nervously as if she is touching a wild animal and anytime it could turn on her.

She was right. One moment she was touching the streamlined muscle and sinew tapering down his well-defined back, and in the next, she founds her back pressed against the nearby wall, her wrists pinned over her head and held by his unshakeable grip.



Her lover claims her mouth before she has a moment to think and closes her puckered orifice roughly with crushing, commanding lips. His tongue slips inside her mouth, her skin tingles, and her nipples grow to pluckable cherries against the wall of hard toned muscles called chest.


Shilpa kisses him back, forgetting her fears and inhibitions as if she was never shy to begin with. Their breath intermingles, her senses get addicted to how his lips feel on hers, and her thoughts get silenced.
 Shilpa rubs her thighs together in heat, moaning inside his mouth, dwelling with his tongue inside, familiarizing herself with the taste of his saliva. Ashish makes the intense kiss last until her knees give in, and she starts to shake. 

Shilpa's head is reeling; a shy smile unfurls over her joyous face, and she gets greeted by a broad grin from Ashish briefly, but he does not give her any more respite.

His mouth comes down and gets glued on her engorged left nipple for the next few minutes. 

Shilpa moans lewdly as Ashish sucks her puckered nipples over her blouse. Fresh heat arises from her belly to the swell of her opulent tits.

Ashish gives attention to her neglected taunt right pebble, and Shilpa whimpers, rubbing her ass on the wall. She wonders if he is gonna make her cum just from sucking her succulent nipples, he did it before.
Shilpa can not let this continue; her brain is shutting down, and she has plans, plans to secure her future with Ashish. God knows only when her experienced Bull would stop if she lets him continue.

Shilpa helplessly stares at the clock as her plump tit gets devoured by his frantic mouth, and to add heat to her heated misery, his large hand joins the conspiracy of bimbofication engulfing her left breast.
"Oh gooood...ahhh...ufffff..." Shilpa moans in uncontrollable arousal; she is running out of time.

Ashish chuckles from below, suckling her perky nipple,"mmmm...Well...You came late..but the good news is that now you can't go out."

He leaves her boobs, and Shilpa gulps, looking down. He has drenched her blouse with saliva ensuring her stay in his office.

Shilpa beams in joy, knowing her lover does not like when she leaves. Her heart decides to skip a beat at that realization.

Ashish comes up, mauling her tits together with one hand while still pinning both of her hands above her head, "Fun time has started, Mrs. Dixit and much more fun awaits."

Shilpa does not know how to stop him. She only got 13 minutes or so left before Mahesh arrives at the office.

"I... I ... want to cuddle." She mewls hurriedly, pleading with her eyes, timidly looking at his mischievous dominant gaze.

Ashish freezes at the request. Shilpa notices from up close that his lust-filled face gets angry; every muscle of his face rebels, His eyes furious as his hunting gets interrupted. Then she witnesses guilt arising from his core, and finally, he becomes calm.

"Then we cuddle." he concurs, exhaling deeply, clenching his jaw and murdering his lust with self-control. He scoops up her writhing body in his arms cradle.

Shilpa is amazed by how much power she has over him. All those rock-hard muscles of his body could not stand a chance against her.

They get settled on a large couch, embracing each other with Shilpa on top of a half-seated Ashish.

She can feel how aroused he is right now, judging from the enormous hard on laying between the two of them.

Ashish's depraved throbbing cock scolds him *Come on, man !!! Just bend her over, spank her big butt and slap her juicy tits; she will beg you to fuck her. It is a known fucking fact.*

*Shut up* he dismisses the wicked thought and holds Shilpa's face with both of his hands to examine it from up close.

Shilpa closes her eyes and lets him enjoy his coveted view.

"You are beautiful. So gorgeous you are" His voice trembles.

"Thank you." a joyful blush smears her face as she speaks.

Ashish pulls her face closer and gently kisses her lips; he is being careful not to set her ovaries on fire. He has no desire to manipulate her.

Shilpa opens her eyes and gets rewarded by the affection of her lover's eyes.

She smiles bashfully and crawls back inside his chest.

Ashish sighs *She is a squirter and a cuddler...nice woman to fall in love with. I only need a bed and lots of dry towels to make her happy.*

Shilpa peeks at the clock and waits for Ashish's hard on to die beneath her, listening to her favourite music, his heartbeat, the heartbeat of a man in love.

"Did anyone stop you or ask you anything on your way here?" Ashish asks, caressing her blissful face; she appears so happy right now.

Shilpa pinches his nipple lightly, "So you did not hear anything I said earlier?"

Ashish chortles at her annoyance," Sadly, I was just ...well, my world just dis...shit, how to say this... You were looking so beautiful."

*Fuck I am repeating the same sentence over and over for hours now like a dumb moron- You are so beautiful*

Shilpa smiles, listening to his struggles but does not disclose her delight.

Instead, he scolds him feigning anger, "I am not going to repeat."

Ashish kisses her head, "Fair enough. Just tell me if anybody gives you a hard time."

Shilpa gets thrilled in rapture, knowing he wants her to visit him at work often.

She indulges in that fantasy, "What are you gonna tell them if anybody asks?"

Ashish snorts, "Girlfriend is a nice tag." *But not enough. I want more.*

Shilpa rubs her cheek on his chest in euphoria and thinks the same. * I want more, but it is progress*

Then she gets sad, thinking even if Ashish marries her, she would always be called a cheater behind her back inside his office.

Ashish can sense the sudden stiffness in her body and holds her tightly.

Somehow, he understands her inner turmoil for the first time once he realizes everyone saw her marital status when she came here.

Fucking each other's brains out exploring an adultery fantasy is one thing, and facing society is another.

The warmth of her tears wets his bare chest.

"Don't cry, please..please don't cry." He implores.

Shilpa howls inside his chest, her heart yanks in unexplainable sorrow.

Ashish fists her hair and makes her look up gently. His heart sinks, staring at her sad, wailing face, "I will make it right. I promise. "

Shilpa gags while speaking, "You don't even understand ."

"I do understand. The world is big, Shilpa, and I am a skillful man. Have faith in me." Ashish's voice is steady and impassive.

*But first, you need to divorce your worthless Husband to be with me. As long as you are married to another man, I will deliberately make you suffer and even enjoy your misery. I am a selfish man,I told you so.*

That indirect suggestion soothes Shilpa's worried heart, and she stops crying abruptly.

*Bloody bitch !! You again got distracted* her inner self rebukes her.

*I am sick of fooling him. Alright!! I love him so much.* She talks back

*That's why you need to follow the plan to protect yourself from his wrath* her inner goddess reminds her

"Do you like my private office?" Ashish asks to distract her.

"Yes.. it is a lion's den", Shilpa chuckles, sniveling.

Ashish shares his displeasure, "What is with you and lions?"

Shilpa plays with his chiseled chest while speaking, "What do you mean? You don't like lions?"

Ashish nudges her, "No, yesterday you said something like 'A lion never asks. He just takes what he wants.' I am paraphrasing here."(mentioned in Chapter 31,part 1)

Shilpa giggles, "And you said that you are not a lion."

Ashish frowns at her face from above, "Yes. I am not. I don't get this fascination of yours with lions."

Shilpa decides to activate her plan," Mahesh is a lion."

Ashish clenches his jaw, "Is that so ?" *You are lucky we are cuddling* 

Shilpa does not want to be that obvious about her agenda, "Well, I am a Leo...I mean, my zodiac is Leo, so naturally, I love lions."

Ashish laughs loudly, "That makes you naturally love lions?"

Shilpa stares at him angrily, "You don't believe in the zodiac system?"

Ashish is still laughing," I can't believe a smart woman like yourself believes in palm reading. You should check out the Barnum effect ."

Shilpa smirks, "And you should ask your H.R. team to trace the origin of the Meyers-Briggs chart."

Shilpa squints her eyes," Do you even believe in God?"

Ashish declines, 'Nope, I do not. I am an atheist."

Shilpa stares at his face for a few seconds, "That's why you are such a shameless jerk, faithless thug," slapping his arm lightly.

Ashish grins, "Atleast I am free, which explains why you love to worship me."

Shilpa gets up with the help of her elbows on his chest, and her face appears impassive.

She lifts her index finger and touches the side of his skull beside his flat temple, "Here lies the 'Nucleus accumbens'. A tiny little region that rewards you when you believe in God. It does not matter whether you believe in God or not, you are biologically designed to follow a higher power, and your serotonin flow will be less if you don't find any." 

She leans closer to his ears, "We are screwed from the very beginning. There is no escape from Dopamine hit; our fate was sealed longgg time ago. You are not free. You never were."

"Huh? I guess I am more interested in gynecology than whatever 'logy' you just spoke of." Ashish playfully replies while watching Shilpa leaving his body.

"Well, Mahesh listens carefully when I speak something noteworthy, unlike you." Shilpa glances at him over her shoulder while strolling inside his office, examining the contents.

That's how it started. From there, it did not matter what the topic of discussion was; somehow, Shilpa always managed to bring Mahesh's name into it. 

Ashish did not bite at first, but he eventually got annoyed and very angry. Here he dreams about spending his life with this beautiful woman whom he loves, and she can't stop talking about her former Bull, a man Ashish loathes. 

He gets fed up and decides to show Shilpa the man whom she speaks so highly of is a puppet of his. He picks up his phone and orders Mahesh to bring cold drinks. Ashish buttons up his shirt.

Shilpa smiles inside *He took the bait. Nice.* Her blouse has dried already.

10 minutes later, Mahesh arrives with the cold drinks and ice cubes.

"Mahesh !!!" Shilpa gleefully utters his name, "So good to see you." and hugs him.

Mahesh plays along,"Oh Shilpa !!! You are looking stunning as always."

"Sit, sit...you are sweating...Ashish, you should not have asked Mahesh to go out." She pouts. Both couches are far away, placed against two opposite walls of Ashish's large office.

"I guess so," Ashish observes, staying collected. He did not expect Shilpa to be this cordial to Mahesh in front of him.

"Bro, don't mention it..friends don't say sorry to each other." Mahesh smiles at Ashish confidently.* I killed a man today, I fear none* chanting inside.

Ashish wanna burst out in laughter," Yeah, you are right." *Friends, my ass. You are a parasite.*

Mahesh gets up and comes forward. "All good then? Let's shake our hands." *I have killed a man, and I fear none*

Ashish reluctantly offers his hand, and Mahesh squeezes it hard like Indra taught him *Always shake hands like a real man.....*

Ashish does not apply a single ounce of force in return; he never does. He loves to confuse the other party during a handshake; one must not be allowed to know what he is capable of.

Shilpa does not feel what she felt for Mahesh once. The last few days have tested the strength of their Marriage, and it turned out their Marriage was hollow. She is not gonna cling to a lost cause.

She fearfully watches her Husband forcefully grinding her lover's hand, and she gets so angry at that sight. The thought of someone hurting Ashish pains her deeply.

"Let's drink." She claps to punctuate the handshake, and Mahesh goes back to his seat beside Shilpa.

Ashish becomes a third wheel. Mahesh and Shilpa keep laughing while talking to each other, narrating private jokes. They ignore Ashish completely, and Ashish does not put any effort into getting included in their party.

"You remember what Rahul did on that trip?" Mahesh asks, grunting.

Shilpa slaps his arm and giggles, "Oh god...It was so funny !!!"

Ashish has never been this angry in his life. An hour ago, He and Shilpa were considering the idea of Marriage by calling it a permanent membership, and now she is flirting with Mahesh.

Ashish looks outside through the tinted glass of the window. He recalls showing Mahesh a picture of Shilpa in a see-through camisole while boasting and instantly regretted it. 

*But time has changed. Extreme situations call for extreme measures. I need to end this once and for all. I am going to permanently damage Mahesh's image in front of Shilpa, and She is going to learn what will happen if she plays with my heart.*

Shilpa stares at Ashish from the corner of her eyes. Sadness engulfs her seeing her lover's brooding face.

Ashish notices now Mahesh and Shilpa are whispering to each other.

While speaking to Shilpa in a hushed voice, Mahesh maintains a smiling face, "You just exposed us by walking inside our office. Now it is just a matter of time for someone to tell Ashish who you are."

Shilpa quietly answers, "Ashish made me. I had no choice. He forced me to come here. "

Mahesh inhales sharply, "And you could not find any excuse?."

Shilpa demurely responds, "No. I told you he is a sadistic brute. What are your other plans? Tell me. I can help you to execute those quickly."

Shilpa is well aware that Ashish can not send Mahesh to jail alone; Shilpa is a co-conspirator, and Mahesh will drag her along with him. Even if Ashish just fires Mahesh, he will still be a threat with his secret plans, which she wants to know.

Ashish intervenes with steel in his voice,' Mahesh, I need to discuss something important with Shilpa. leave us."

Mahesh does not hesitate to leave, if he disobeys, Ashish is gonna start yelling, and Shilpa's identity will get exposed if their colleagues get mixed up.

But going outside of Ashish's Cabin was equally painful.

His wretched colleagues start to taunt him again.

"Sir, made you serve drinks and send you out again?"

"Guess they are taking a break."

"Must be exhausted from the workout they were doing."

They were relentless and shameless.

Mahesh has no answer to this torture. He is badly trapped.

He lies, "No, Ashish just wants an important document."

"That's the lie he told you?"

"You must be very naive to fall for such an excuse*

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Shilpa's plan is simple.

1. Establish the idea inside Ashish's head that she is Mahesh's wife through a roleplay by having sex inside Mahesh's car.
   
2. Trap Mahesh by showing her face inside the office, putting him into a time constraint.
   
3. Flirting with Mahesh in front of Ashish to re-establish her Husband's trust in her by giving him more priority over Ashish. So that Mahesh lets her know his secret plans to ruin Ashish.
   
4. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
   

The objective of her plans is also simple: Once Ashish catches her in the future, all her actions will indicate that she was actively sabotaging Mahesh by taking Ashish's side.

But it is a four-stage plan, and the fourth stage is the most vital. She can't confess or get caught by Ashish before completing the fourth stage.

The trouble is that as much as we love to blame that we are trapped inside a routined life and from waking up to going to bed is guided by the clock is a wrong worldview. 

We don't live in a Newtonian deterministic causal world modeled after the clock; we live in an uncertain model. 

Shilpa thought if A happens, then B would happen, and eventually, C would occur. The causal deterministic model doesn't work in predicting the future because of too many feedback loops, positive and negative.

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"Do you like the saree you are wearing?" Ashish asks Shilpa very calmly.

His self-composed stature unsettles Shilpa, she can't read him, but something is wrong.*Did I push him too far?*

She laughs nervously, "Don't worry about Mahesh. I was just being nice to him."

"Do you like the saree set or not?" Ashish is intimidatingly placid.

"Don't be angry...I was just fooling around." A cold shiver runs down her spine, and not a sexually arousing one.

"The reason I am asking is cause I promised you that I would not ruin a dress you like .' Ashish reminds her. (mentioned in Chapter 41)

Shilpa flips her hair in sheer tension and musters her courage, "Yes, you are not allowed to ruin this set. I love it."

"Good. You will do it yourself." Ashish menacingly states.

"No, I am not going to." Shilpa's voice trembles in fear.

"You will." Ashish declares confidently and walks upto her.

Her beautiful face is pale, and she is fearfully looking at him.

Shilpa flinches in dread as he touches her face while sitting beside her.

Shilpa suspects that she is gonna get physically beaten by Ashish. *Did I fall in love with a woman beater?*

He pulls her closer inside his arm. She isn't relaxed. Her muscles are stiff. He feels her palpitating heartbeat.

Ashish makes her look at his face holding her nape, "I will not hit you if that's what you are afraid of. You misunderstood. You are way too precious to me than you realize."

Shilpa desperately searches in his eyes for any clue about what is about to come. It came in the form of a kiss. At first, she was hesitant but eventually gave in to his persistent lips as his thumb was throbbing at the hollow of her neck, rubbing up and down while he pulsed warmth inside her tentative mucus depths.

Her lover's skillful tongue expertly stokes the warm cavern of her mouth, eliciting a whimper from her, no longer she can ignore the jolts inside her needy pussy, nor she can control her violent heartbeat. 

His hand traverses along her belly and overcomes the constrict of her saree, sliding in, delving deep inside her panty while his tongue makes love to her mouth above.

"offffff..." Shilpa's eyes open in sudden shock once she feels the coldness of the ice cubes he just smuggled inside her panty. As per Ashish's instruction, Mahesh brought those ice cubes and the cold drinks.

His sparkling eyes are laughing at her, and he has pulled his hand out after leaving the ice cubes inside her panty.

Shilpa tries to break the kiss once she feels Ashish is filling up her bra with ice cubes, but Ashish tightly holds her nape in place while exploring her mouth fervently.

He was quick with the ice cubes and quicker to call Mahesh once he was done.

"Come inside Mahesh at once and bring the file you are working on.Hurry." He cuts the phone.

*I can't not let Mahesh know that I love Shilpa. Love is a weakness, and a cunning vermin like Mahesh will use it against me. I can't romance with her in front of him.*

Ashish rubs Shilpa's quivering lips and reminds her, "What did I tell you, Mrs.Dixit? If there is a whore in you, I am gonna fuck the whore out of you and make you my whore."(quote from Chapter 41)

Shilpa looks at him helplessly, her mind shattered, conjuring up a thousand possible scenarios, and each one of those is equally hot with Mahesh in it. This was not part of Shilpa's plan; she did not expect this.

*Stop Ashish. don't push Mahesh this far.* her inner self warns her, but Shilpa's tongue does not form a single word except some incoherent noises while squirming on the couch.

" Excuse my mansplaining ,Mrs.Dixit but the longer you struggle, the more severe the pain becomes. Nothing burns like the cold. I know you like pain, but be careful. After a certain time, those ice cubes are gonna damage your tissues, and your pretty tits will be scarred, and so does your beautiful married pussy. My advice- start ripping your clothes." Ashish mocks her.

After locking Deepti's room from inside to prevent anyone from coming inside, Mahesh enters Ashish's room, rushing with a file in his hand. He is glad to be invited in again; the tauntings from his colleagues were unbearable. As long as he stays here, his workmates would think everything is normal; Three old friends are having a get-together.

After grabbing a chair, Mahesh puts down the file on the tea table between them. Ashish engages in a phony conversation with Mahesh feigning his interest in what Mahesh is currently working on.

Mahesh is taking peeks at Shilpa from time to time, and Ashish is completely ignoring her. Mahesh suspects something unusual going on with his wife. She is looking down at the floor, covering her face and making fists.

"Oh gawddddd"Shilpa screams, ripping the blouse after a while and frantically pulling the bra from her breasts. 5-to 6 ice cubes drop on the floor, stunning Mahesh.

Shilpa cries out," please help." looking at Ashish, her vulva is in pain. It is getting numb.

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Ashish was worried that Mahesh would lustfully ogle Shilpa, but instead, he witnessed pure horror in Mahesh's eyes.

That pleases him more. This prick must be in love with Shilpa.

"Gladly, Mrs.Dixit" and holds an end of her saree, jeering at her.

Shilpa spins continuously to get rid of the saree, and so does Mahesh's head. He is perplexed. Shilpa is crying, jumping, and her massive tits are bouching. While Shilpa was busy getting rid of her saree, Ashish quickly got undressed, only leaving his boxer.

*It must be a bad dream. What's happening?* Mahesh feels powerless.

Shilpa pulls down the shapewear. She stands only wearing the drenched panty and the stiletto.Before she could get rid of her panty Ashish grabs her hands and pulls her down on his lap.

Shilpa sobs,"Please ... Ashish..please..it is hurting me."

Ashish orders Mahesh, "Pass me the glass from which she was drinking." and places Shilpa's bubble butt holding her twisting waist directly over his enormously fat cock. 

Even in stinging despair, Shilpa throws him a 'fuck me hard' glance, once feeling the girthy manhood under her voluminous ass, forgetting she is in front of her Husband.

"Spread your legs wide." Ashish squeezes both of her malleable profuse milks, ordering her, and Shilpa obediently spreads her legs while groaning in pain.

Mahesh is in no position to object but to obey just like his wife despite witnessing his lovely wife wriggling her ass on his enemy's lap in an almost naked state.

Ashish takes the glass, moving forward with one hand. His other hand is holding her both hands captive. His enormous cock exposes itself on his thigh as Ashish changes his posture, putting Mahesh to shame. Adding salt to his injury, now the daunting cockhead is getting rubbed by his wife's luscious ass globes.

Ashish commands her, "Don't even think about using your hands." and Shilpa nods, sobbing.

Ashish pulls her panty from her pussy, holding the cold drink-filled glass below, and all three watch together the icecubes falling inside the glass.

Shilpa huffs in relief, and her pussy oozes out whatever cum is left inside her cervix from the car sex in the form of seminal fluid. 



Mahesh feels a sharp pain in his chest, noticing the liquid semen dribbling out from his wife's pussy. He now knows that gigantic cock was inside Shilpa's pussy. Self-doubt creeps inside his soul.
Ashish intentionally rolls her ever-exposed beating clit, forcing her to pulsate her pussy as she empties her cervix showing her Husband the loosened gasping depths of her ravaged messy slit while whimpering on in shame and forbidden lust.

Shilpa blushes in immense guilt; the secret is out; she indeed was cheating behind his Husband's back. She buries her side face in her lover's chest, clutching his ripped forearms; she wants her lover to protect her if her disgruntled Husband becomes furious.

Mahesh experiences shortness of breath looking at the puffy nether lips; her swollen mound is more reddish than the surrounding areas; no doubt she took an intense pounding, and his enemy's seed trickling from her unchaste depths.

Ashish is enjoying her embarrassment and the ghastly look on Mahesh's face while gathering his seed inside the glass from Shilpa's tingling ass crack, but he does not want Mahesh in this room anymore no matter how much Mahesh is hurting.

"Mahesh, you got two choices: stay and watch how I make her forget your name, or you can clean the bathroom." He points at the attached bathroom to his Cabin. He has covered Shilpa's pussy and hid her tits under his massive mitts while belittling Mahesh.

Shilpa is so turned on right now even after Ashish removed his hand from her pussy it is still vibrating and her husband can see that. She is enjoying her Husband's degradation and her own by her lover. Her senses are silenced by this erotic unbelievable occurrence; she does not want to think; she is ready to live her fantasy, the wild fantasy of getting fucked by her husband's enemy in front of him.





Mahesh does want to go outside, the wolves are waiting for him there, and their suspicion is right about what is going on inside, although they all think it is a joke.

He can't stay and watch his wife's defilement as well. It is painful to watch. He just notices all the various kind of sleazy jewellery Shilpa is wearing ,the hotwife-slut chain around her wide ass is stabbing his eyes.

The only option left is to clean the bathroom. He can't fight with Ashish physically; he does not want to go to jail.

He tries to talk Ashish out of what he is about to do to Shilpa, who is lying there on his bully's lap, closing her eyes with a flushed face while getting her boobs slowly caressed by Ashish

," Sir, please..She is married to someone. Don't do this. Have some respect for that sacred bond.".Mahesh literally begging now.

Ashish pulls Shilpa's nipples, making her purr in bliss, and chuckles ," Marriage is a financial contract Mahesh among the man, the woman, and the government. The goal is to pass the fortunes to the heirs. That is how Capitalism works. Don't know where the word 'sacred' fits in there."

Mahesh still argues. He is desperate, his voice laced with emotions ," Please, Sir. Her Husband loves her dearly, don't do this. Don't endorse disloyalty. Marriage is full of human goodness....family, hope, affection, joy, dreams, struggling ..everything, Sir...everything that represents the virtue of Humanity is found in Marriage, and you are breaking those things..."

Ashish is hyper annoyed now; he has no time to debate with Mahesh any longer and ends the conversation by sternly stating, "Marriage is where prostitution meets slavery under the illusion of gaining immortality through children. Now clean the bathroom and ponder over what I just said. Get out of my sight."

Shilpa chokes in deep shame once she hears Mahesh closing the bathroom door and finally opens her lust-filled submissive eyes. She is severely aroused by how Ashish is tearing apart her Marriage.

The more time she spends with Ashish, the more her lover feels like the Husband she deserves and Mahesh, a creepy worthless stalker she can't wait to get rid of.

Ashish grins at her impishly and rubs her 'Nucleus accumbens' with his thumb, "What was your smart mouth telling me about this part of your brain Mrs. Dixit? Something about worshipping."

Shilpa squirms under her lover's confident teasing gaze and looks down at his mammoth cock.

"It's time for your smart mouth to show me what you meant. Dumb it down for an average dude like myself...worship my dictatorship with it.," Ashish commands, mocking her while looking at Shilpa's ravenous spasming pussy from above.

[Devilmaycry]

Very big, sexy and hot update.

After fucking her hard, give some chance to mahesh to lick and clean her pussy.

Thanks and Unknowingly Mahesh already  did that in Chapter 35

It is very tempting to add certain things to make the story stimulating, and there are many ways one can make the story further 'hot' than it currently is.

But a Kink-driven story is a shortcut to Character assassinations and plot destruction.

 When you decide that you want a particular 'sexual scene' to occur, you will purposely start putting words in the mouths of the characters; you will force the characters to do certain things and make choices regardless of what the characters are, what their values are. 

You will use your characters as tools, as plot devices to make that desired sexual activity possible for your own satisfaction. 

Once your coveted scene is done, now you can't go back. You are stuck, and to justify your characters' actions, you will bring the excuses - He/she is guilty now, confused, it was a mistake, sexual awakening,indecisiveness etc. etc.

My point is that your story is the train, and kinks are the passengers. They can only ride if they fit the plot, environment and characters; otherwise, it is a crime.

'Fan service' is a tricky matter. 

[Devilmaycry]

Excellent story

Superb.....
No words to describe.........
Absolutely amazing........

Super excellent update.

KILLINGGGGGGG ONE

Very nice bro

Splendid writing Hats off

Great update

Superbbbb

Thank you .

[Devilmaycry]

he begging for his wife as if she is another mans wife.

Yes, because Ashish isn't aware that Mahesh is Shilpa's husband.

[Devilmaycry]

It is Shilpa that triggering Aashish to humiliate her husband and she is enjoyign it internally. Nothing can be changed. Will Mahesh divorce shilpa and marry another lady?

I think you are reading the story under the wrong lens.This story is more of an erotic crime thriller than a drama. 

In the drama genre, characters have the luxury of making different choices as dramas usually span over months or years. 

In a thriller, time is always a precious currency, and the crimes occurring in the story have more control over the flow of the story than the drama part does.

Keep in mind that the last 8 chapters describe only 9-10 hours of an ongoing day, and the rest of the chapters are dedicated to narrating the accounts of the past 4 days.

So the changes that have already transpired are massive considering the time window.

[Devilmaycry]

Marriage is just a ritual or commitment to support each other.

Chapter 42:Part 2

Ashish pulls Shilpa's nipples, making her purr in bliss, and chuckles," Marriage is a financial contract Mahesh, among the man, the woman, and the government. The goal is to pass the fortunes to the heirs. That is how Capitalism works.


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You should omit the word 'just' when finance is involved. You are dismissing a person's decade-long effort 'just' like that.

[Devilmaycry]

It is all human created.  Cheating/cuckoldry/extr marital affar It all depends on how that man takes it. 

'Paternity certainty' is a driving force in nature in many species. There is a whole literature on it if you are interested. Marriage is a social construct, but the urge to spread your genes and the desire for it to prevail isn't.

 Your biological coding doesn't calculate contraceptives when it comes to sexual interactions. Marriage is human-made, and so does condoms and birth control pills. 

That is one of the major reasons the Second wave of feminism and hippie culture occured in the 1960s after contraceptives were invented, under the backdrop of the Vietnam war.

[Devilmaycry]

 Every woman has right over her body. She will decide to whom she can give her body. 

Chapter 31,part2

Dr. Parveen concludes, "As you can see, we women are the custodian of wombs; hence we are quite picky. Not everyone would be allowed to breed in a civilized matriarchal world."

[Devilmaycry]

The body is just a piece of flesh that will decay slowly as age grows and going to go inside the ground or in fire.

Chapter 31,part2

Ashish replies, "Why does it matter? My jaw is just bones. Like your beautiful boobs are made of cells, tissues."

Shilpa whispers, "If you understand how magic works, it does not make the magic show less magical. The moon is a big round stone, yet we can't stop gawking at its marvel. Knowing the inner mechanism of something does not diminish its charms always."

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You are merging two frames of reference. Each frame has its own Truth and  becomes obsolete in another. 

Actually, this very line of argument gave birth to entire western philosophy when Plato questioned the 'reality of nature'.

[Devilmaycry]

Sex is not life. It just a bodily need for each other for few minutes or hours. 

I addressed this in  CHAPTER 32: PART 3: Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs


Maslow also concluded that 'sex' is one of the basic needs, but it isn't. Later his model was updated. Sex is the only need that belongs at the lowest level, along with food and breathing, but also at the top of the hierarchy where psychological needs are placed.

Economists use a similar 'need' model to sell products to consumers, so these 'need' models have practicality.

[Devilmaycry]

Waiting for update ...

Update please

Long time no update.

I am confused about the story right now.  
 Just Chilling  
Tried to write, but words were not coming to me.  banghead:

[Devilmaycry]

Why he simply divorce her and move on ! He saw her cheating could have kill her or him or both! Any human being would do that !

You can generalize how people might behave to an extent, but every individual is unique.

Excerpt from  (Chapter 10) . This is the very first conversation Shilpa and Ashish had.

" So, what does a maid look like in your experience?" 

Ashish shrugs his shoulders " You know. Like every other maid."
 
Shilpa raises an eyebrow " Generalization of any kind is a blunder. Including this one." 

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There was a follow-up to this point of view in Chapter 39

"Indian society is indeed a collectivist society, and you took advantage of that. Individualism might be a dangerous thing." Shilpa captures her lower lips smiling at him naughtily.

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About 'Paternity certainty,' I tried to say male's feeling is highly influenced by the fact that only one sperm fertilizes an egg and that coding does not consider whether contraceptives were used during extramarital copulation. That's it. That's all I meant. 

How the person would react in that situation does not affect my conscience as a writer. I would be biased as a writer if it affected me. I am not interested in dictating how people should act in real life. I only register the characters' activities in the story.

 When many of  the  characters acted irrationally in the story at that particular time, I indicated this certain proclivity of mine in Chapter 26

 "Read some Marcus Aurelius, Rahul. You need some stoicism right now. " 

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Also, I have no desire to predict how someone will react in real life in that situation. 

excerpt from Chapter 42

We don't live in a Newtonian deterministic causal world modeled after the clock; we live in an uncertain model.

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CHAPTER 43 : SECOND LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS

PART 1 : SHADOW
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After getting no response from Shilpa at Ashish's Penthouse in the morning, Rahul drove Ashish's Audi to his college.


Rahul came home from college in the afternoon. He is supposed to be happy as he is getting popular at his University because of the car, but he isn't. His mind was worried.

In their empty house, he was reminiscing about the fateful night he fucked Shilpa in front of a Valium-induced sleeping Mahesh, which is a delightful memory for him, and he was going through his deceased mother Rekha's belongings. He wanted to tell his mom that he had done it. He took revenge for her shake.(events of that night happened in Chap 28)

 He was feeling proud of himself for punishing the murderous couple - 'Shilpa and Mahesh.'. That is when he discovered an old picture of Ashish standing beside Rekha. Rahul was stunned. 

It was undoubtedly Ashish. Rahul has seen that picture before. He realized why Ashish looked familiar to him during their first meeting (mentioned in Chapter 18)). 

There was also a letter with that picture. A love letter. From Ashish to his mother Rekha.


The next shocker came a few hours later when Rahul was already troubled about what to do with the unexpected knowledge. Inspector Indra appeared. Indra could not wait till nightfall to meet Shilpa after talking with Mahesh. 

He told Rahul that he was here for Shilpa. Rahul has noticed Indra has been snooping around their house since yesterday after Indra saw Shilpa in that sleazy costume. Today morning Indra even stopped their car to check his driving license. (Happened in Chap 36)

But Rahul was surprised that Indra now dared to come inside their house unannounced and proudly proclaimed that he was looking for Shilpa. 

In response, Rahul informed him that Shilpa wasn't present in the house and asked if he should call Mahesh? Indra just smiled and told Rahul to go ahead while looking around. That also amazed Rahul detecting Indra's lack of regard for Mahesh. 

Indra was checking all the rooms as if he was there in an official capacity. Indra was disappointed when he did not find Shilpa and went to his own house before returning to the security officer Station.
Rahul concluded that Mahesh was now pimping his wife to inspector Indra to trap Ashish.

 Rahul knew Indra saw Ashish's name on the registration paper of the Audi. Rahul also knew that the recording camera he ordered online was arriving today. 

He deduced something must have happened that forced Mahesh to include Indra in his conspiratorial plan to trap Ashish. He suspects that either Indra is blackmailing Mahesh or Mahesh has lost faith in Shilpa's ability despite getting the camera today.

Cause Rahul is aware of things that neither Mahesh nor Indra knows.

Rahul has seen the evolution of the Shilpa-Ashish relationship more closely than anybody else. He was there when Shilpa was Nothing but a characterless amusement for Ashish, and Rahul was also there when Ashish fiercely protected Shilpa from Harsh.

Rahul remembers the day Shilpa first visited Ashish. She wore a saree way below her navel which she had stopped doing once Rahul became a teenager. Then he saw her visiting Ashish wearing a transparent saree the following day. Next, he drove her to his complex only in satin nightwear. Day after that, She wore a skimpy swimsuit. None of these bothered Rahul and actually helped him to achieve his goals.

The only thing bothering him was the way Shilpa dressed today. She was wearing an ethnic Kurti and was looking strikingly beautiful. Of course, this is terrible news for Rahul. Ashish respecting Shilpa is very alarming for him.

It is not super hard for anybody with invested interest to figure out Mahesh's honeytrap plan to cage Ashish with the help of Shilpa.

Rahul figured it out by himself by observation, Harsh also did it independently, and Indra is a security officer officer. The autowala also did it within seconds, which Rahul does not know. Only Mahesh thought his plan was brilliant, and the rest of the world would never figure it out. Shilpa had absolute faith in her cunning husband's assessment.

Rahul laughed bitterly, thinking Dr. Parveen might classify Mahesh as a classic case of the Dunning-Krugger effect. 

 
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As soon as her name popped into his head, Rahul went straight to Dr. Parveen's home to clear his head. She refused to have sex. She had a tedious day at work. Instead, She is kneeling in front of him, wearing a black satin long-sleeved robe with lace around her waist and giving him a sloppy blowjob.

Rahul is enjoying the view of the bouncy peeking cleavage of her mature tits under her robe and the touch of her naked thighs on his jeans.
He is brushing her hair aside as he watches Parveen's mouth dip and sucks. Her hot mouth makes his cock tingle as her head bobs on. 

But Rahul's mind does not let him fully enjoy the suction. It is grumbling with thoughts :

*** Why Ashish is letting Shilpa dress respectfully? All it needed for that prick to go soft with that whore was a 'damsel in distress' situation!!!! Harsh rap**ed her and Ashish rescued her. She made him feel like a hero after that, did not she? What a stupid moron !! 
How to hide the main Villain of the story for a final twist? Hide her among other Villians, and her cruelties against them would appear like an act of monster-slaying. Such a textbook fault on that fool Ashish's part.
 Actually, that is Humanity's bane. Time and time again, this is bound to happen. We will never recognize the monsters during their rise. We will even cheer them, blinded by their charisma. We will regret it only after watching their monstrosity during their reign. When it is already too late. ***

Parveen swirls her tongue, savoring his salty ooze, engulfing his cockhead with her lips and sliding down along his shaft, letting it enter her throat. Rahul twitches, trying to hold back his release, knowing as soon as he finishes, he has to talk with Parveen; he has to face the troubles of his life.

His mind drifts as his cock gets pleasured :

*Two camps are forming. In one camp, Mahesh and Inspector Indra. In another Ashish. Currently, I am on Mahesh's team, but should I flip? If Ashish wins, he is definitely gonna obliterate Mahesh. He is either gonna destroy Shilpa or keep her as his sex slave. *

Parveen held his cock inside her throat, gripping it hard. His cock pulsates inside there, her fingers toying with his twitching balls.Rahul groans in sensation, and Parveen smiles at him mischievously.

*If I join Ashish and he decides to spare Shilpa for her holes, then with Ashish's help Shilpa still can punish me for what I did to her that night.* (Events of that night described in Chap 28 )

Parveen's nails slowly gaze over his sack, and she delightfully watches Rahul closes his eyes in pleasure; his hardness throbs inside her mouth and his hips buckle on the chair.

*If Ashish decides to punish everyone involved, including Shilpa, I have only one card to play:' I am the son of the woman (Rekha) whom he loved once.' Will that be enough?*

His cock had enough, though; no longer can it resist Paveen's throat cage and erupts.

Rahul's groans louden, and his hips begin to jerk. He mauls Parveen's big tits leaning forward while forcedly keeping his cock in her mouth using his pelvis as long as his thick heat filled her warm cavern.
 
"What the fuck !!!!" Parveen's words came out incoherently from her cum filled mouth.

"What?!!" Rahul exclaims.

Parveen rushes to her desk and spits globs of semen on tissue papers.

"God damn you, Rahul !!! It tastes gross !!! How many cigarettes have you been smoking per day?" Parveen's face is full of disgust. She wipes the rest of the pungent, bitter-tasting sperm from her lips with another tissue.

Rahul sighs. Stress is overwhelming in his life right now. "I don't know. 30-40.. I don't know. I lost count."

Dr. Parveen yells loudly," Are you insane? Don't your parents say anything?"

Rahul laughs inside *My parents? My father is now a pimp, my stepmom is a whore, and I am literally a motherfucker. Nobody cares about anybody in my family right now. Each to their own.*

Parveen groans as the residue of his semen still remain inside her mouth and walk to the basin inside her home chamber.

She glances at him in the mirror and warns him, "I am serious, Rahul. Either quit smoking, or we are done having sex."

The job of a psychiatrist is not to draw conclusions and present to her patient like Parveen does to Rahul now a days. Their relationship is different as they sleep with each other, which affects how she counsels him. 

Regarding Rahul, she does not follow the code of the scientific method of collecting data. She is biased, and data collected by an emotionally biased mind is useless to Science and other Scientists. Science demands objectivity.
She is supposed to help Rahul to dig into Rahul's mind until they reach the bottom. Her job is to let Rahul see his inner self and set him on the correct path through proper therapy.
A patient has to answer their own questions, but Parveen has formed a maternal affection for Rahul as he grew up motherless, and sex has clouded her judgments. To some extent, she infantilizes him, leading her to repeatedly forgive and overlook his misdeeds out of affection.


Rahul watches Parveen sloshing out water from her mouth and asks while putting his penis back in his pants, "What do you think is the most depressing thing in this universe?"

Parveen makes a face in the mirror and scolds him," Drinking an addicted brat's jizz while holding two degrees."

Rahul peeks at the decorated certificates of Parveen's on the wall. She is a psychologist and a psychiatrist.

Rahul insists again," No, really, what do you think is the most depressing thing in the world?"

Something somber in his tone nudged Parveen, and her expression became solemn.

"What is it, Rahul? What happened? Talk to me." She slowly takes her seat.

Sitting on opposite side of  the desk, Rahul says, "Nothing...I was just .."

 He could not express his thoughts. After the involvement of Indra and Shilpa's sudden appearance change, Rahul realizes things have become more complex, and something very bad will happen if he does not take proper countermeasures.

Parveen gives Rahul some time to articulate his introspections, but nothing comes from him.

As per Parveen's diagnosis, Rahul has BPD- borderline personality disorder and has suffered from severe psychosis. (He suffered from psychosis mentioned in Chap 28)

Rahul did not realize the night he fucked Shilpa with the heavy usage of three psychoactive substances at once - Nicotine, Alcohol, and weed(THC) had made his psychosis recur. (Happened in chap 28)

Parveen thought Rahul was trying to say that losing one's mother is the most depressing thing in the world.

Parveen tries to motivate him, "See it this way that you did not have to deal with the maternal urge to overprotect her infant from harsh realities. You became independent and mature very fast."

That only makes Rahul's mood further bitter, and he sarcastically remarks, 'Yeah? My mother's death was a good thing then?"
 
When done effectively, analogies, parables, allegories, and metaphors can be powerful ways to convey a point.

Parveen still insists on seeing it from a different angle," No..no... I am not saying that *pausing and thinking* ... It is like Pietà by Michelangelo. In that sculpture, you can see Mary, the mother of Jesus, holding her son's broken body after the crucifixion. 
In a way, it depicts a mother who knew the danger of the world, yet she let her son explore, unshackling him from her maternal overprotectiveness despite knowing the world might hurt him back, and it did. That is the bravery of a mother. I am saying the demise of your mother actually let you fly."

Rahul snots," Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image or any likeness... for I the LORD thy God. You see, according to the Ten Commandments, the precious arts of Renaissance should even exist."

Parveen softly voices, "That's good that you are expanding your interest in other cultures but what you just said is an entirely different topic. Our focus should be....."

Rahul does not let her finish, "I think the most depressing thing in the entire universe is the Second Law of Thermodynamics. The universe is spontaneously tending toward increasing disorder or randomness. Entropy. One day it will reach the ultimate disorder, and that day everything in the universe will have the same temperature. Nothing will function, and the universe will end in a heat-death."

Parveen is now utterly concerned for Rahul listening to his gloomy words. Her patient is increasingly projecting nihilistic views.

"You must first define what 'Time' is to postulate... forget that" Parveen dismisses her notion of engaging in an argument," That phenomenon does not concern us. Even ........"

Rahul is not listening. Once, he controlled everything related to the Shilpa-Mahesh-Ashish scenario. He was manipulating all of them for his own benefit. 
Now suddenly, he is powerless. He neither has any influence on what's going on nor enough information or options left. The entropy of his own situation has increased exponentially, and he fears that his end is near.

His voice shakes as he speaks, looking straight through Parveen as if she isn't there, "No, Mrs. Kaur, the Second Law of Thermodynamics, will spare none. Even if we colonize space ...neither a thousand galaxies nor even a million suns can prevent that annihilation. Science is neat but not very forgiving. It will all get lost. What we do in life does not matter and will not matter. Everything is meaningless."

Parveen can see the acute state of depression Rahul currently is in.

She asks without showing her suspicions ,"Do you still read my counseling notes?"

Rahul reluctantly says, "What is there to read? You have said it so many times I can just recall it from my memory."

Parveen smiles faintly, "That is good, Rahul."

Rahul caricatures her expressions and mocks, "Name ten emotions, Rahul... You see, the more you count, the more you will notice that there are more negative emotions than positive emotions....blah blah blah... The key to becoming happy is not to run after positive emotions. The goal is to keep the negative emotions in check...this will lift the mood ...more blah blah about you can't change the event but can change your response......To make it all happen, a person must do some work and should not stay idle.....loads of bullshit."(logotherapy mentioned in chapter 21)

Parveen's expression was stoic while Rahul was making fun of the therapy.

Once he stops, Parveen enunciates, "Yes, that is what Logotherapy is. It is for individuals like you who can't find meaning in their life. But did I ever tell you the story of the person who invented this therapy? "

Rahul shrugs," I don't know... maybe you did, maybe did not...Who cares."


Parveen thinks Freudians will love a case like Rahul. A boy who is haunted by the death of his mother. Freud and mothers: classic combination. But it is not Freud who will save the day.

Parveen rests her chin on her palm and asks, "Ever heard of Dr. Viktor E. Frankl?"

Rahul nods, "Nope."

Parveen's voice becomes full of respect, "Like me, he also got dual degrees in this field. He was a psychiatrist and a neurologist."

Rahul smirks, "So that is the solution for my case? Get two degrees!!!"

Parveen smiles gently and continues," Dr. Frankl was a prisoner in Hitler's concentration camp. Every day the prisoners were dying, and it was evident the rest would die as well. These prisoners were living in utter suffering. Every hope, every ounce of human dignity were lost."

Rahul can relate. His life is also going through hopelessness now, but that does not stop him from sneering.

Rahul scoffs, "But that fella did not die there, did he? Hitler, second world war, Holocaust... That was a long time ago ...that dude is dead now. I am living my life following what a dead dude said?"

Again, Parveen does not let his words provoke her and notices his lack of empathy for the Holocaust," When all hope was lost, and everyone around him was just waiting for their death in the hands of Nazis. Dr. Frankl could not digest it. He refused to die in despair and hopelessness. He starts to make the caricature of Nazi soldiers. First, his fellow inmates do not respond, but soon they start to laugh. They found something to enjoy in utter hopelessness...."

Rahul was getting bored, "What does it have to do with me? Can you please keep it short?"

Parveen oblieges and quotes Dr.Frankl ,"Alright . Dr. Frankl's conclusion from his observation in the concentration camp while facing death is that 'everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.' Humans got the power of choice, Rahul. Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response."

That hit a nerve in Rahul cause he is also at a crossroads of choices. To survive, he must choose either Mahesh and Indra's camp or Ashish's. 

Parveen is still lecturing, "Another deduction he made what Buddhism has been saying all along that 'Life is suffering.' Every person has to endure this suffering, Rahul, not just you."

Now he starts to concentrate without belittling what Parveen was saying and urges her to continue.

Parveen resumes, "He wrote a book after getting freed from the concentration camp - Man's search for meaning. Thus the third college of Viennese psychiatry was established, and so does Logotherapy. 
The first college is Sigmund Freud's. Dr. Freud believed life is a primary quest for pleasure. Most people in the modern-day try to live that way. 
The second college is Dr. Alfred Adler's. He said humans are after power  which is a more 'Nietzschean' approach. 
Social media quotes certainly believe that. But Dr. Frankl disagreed. He inferred that life is a quest for meaning, and the meaning of life is to give life meaning."

Rahul scratches his head, realizing the meaning he gave to his life is revenge. Due to unexpected opportunities, he dedicated his life to that purpose in the last few days. Parveen's words make sense to him, but he does not want to abandon the meaning he gave his life. He curses in his mind :

**Intellectuals preaches the virtue of forgiveness until it is their turn to forgive someone. Mirror effect. Intellectuals act like a mirror reflecting morally superior ideas and noble thoughts, acting like a beacon of virtue all the fucking time to appear superior to others and rarely assimilating those philosophies in themselves. Like Dr. Parveen, she is fucking her own patient.**

Seeing him, silent Dr. Parveen enquires, "Are you taking your medicati..."

Rahul interrupts, indulging himself in 'whataboutism', "What if something monstrous living in me and making me do things. In a sense, what if I like to choose violence? What if I like to do what is considered wrong in response to the wrongs done to me? What if that is what I really am? What if I am the embodiment of vengeance."

Rahul opens up to Parveen about his desire to destroy Shilpa and Mahesh's Marriage. His goal is to ruin their life, his life's mission.

Parveen sighs. Her patient has unexpectedly gotten worse, and it is showing. The progress She made with him over the years suddenly has reversed.

"Shadow, Rahul. Yes." Parveen cringes her forehead. "If I try to explain according to the Jungian college of thought, it is definitely 'Shadow'."

Rahul grimaces, "What?"

**These intellectual's mirror does cast shadows. Mystery mongering. Intellectuals are so caught up in mystifying everything that they have lost the ability to say things in simple words. Their brain does not get the stimulation from simplicity. Michelangelo's Pieta, Shadow wtf !!!**

Dr. Parveen appears concerned for Rahul," Freud attracted many meritorious erudite with his idea of psychoanalysis. Dr. Frankl was one of them. He used to correspond with Freud but eventually got fed up with Freud's proclivity to explain everything with sex and pleasure.
 He was not the only one who got enticed by Freud and later disagreed over the topic of the unconscious mind. Dr. Carl Gustav Jung was one of them."

Rahul sighs, "All right, another dead dude. What does this one say? Shadow is the meaning of life or 'go towards the light'?" He laughs.

Again Parveen ignores the taunting," Shadow is sort of blind spot in our mind as per Jung. A Shadow is all the negative attributes you ignore, repress, and deny about yourself. Everyone has it. A person can't be whole without acknowledging the shadow self.
 Only by accepting and working on it a person becomes a better human being. It also means you can't hate something you don't recognize. Sometimes people often hate a quality in other people cause that trait is also in them. You loathe that flaw as it is a part of you, and you have shoved it inside the shade of your Shadow, refusing to deal with it."

Rahul contemplates while listening to Parveen. Shilpa's manipulation, Mahesh's aggression, low cunning, both of their promiscuity, all the things he hates, he was doing all this time. He manipulated all of them - Ashish, Parveen, Mahesh, Shilpa, everyone. He bedded Shilpa using trickery and low cunning. He was aggressive with Shilpa at the end of their sexual intercourse without proper consent. He already has an adultery relationship with Dr. Parveen, who is married.

Rahul coquets with the idea of being better, "So how do I get rid of it? My Shadow."

Parveen laughs after a long time today, "You misunderstood. You don't get rid of your Shadow. Freud sort of said embrace your Shadow and be yourself, but Jung disagreed. He said You need to integrate your Shadow with your conscious self in a very disciplined manner and use it benevolently.
 Cause some negative things are defined as 'negative' only by you or others erroneously. 
For example, you play football. How will you excel in your game if you eliminate your aggression? You are expressing disciplined aggression and getting rewarded with happiness in return. That happiness is filling you with energy to do other things." (Rahul plays football mentioned in Chapter 21)

Rahul frowns, "What are you saying, actually? Be bad?"

Parveen giggles, "No, I am saying be dangerous but not become a danger to others for the passion of tyranny. Jung meant to say that be aware of the evil in you and not deny it. Cause if you think there is no evil in you and you somehow get rid of it, then you are developing a Super-ego. 
This Superego will crush and suppress a part of being a human. On a broader scale, when a society achieves a false perfection by denying the underlying problems, then a collective Shadow lives in the society, and sooner or later, that Shadow is gonna get projected, creating chaos. Eventually, that society is bound to collapse."

To a degree, Rahul is somewhat pleased with the explanation cause he likes being dangerous, but he understands Dr. Parveen is constantly pushing him to forget about his past.

He grumpily complains, "I am like this because of my father and stepmother. My childhood trauma made me. I am conditioned to act this way."
Parveen thoughtfully states," Rahul, you are only 21 years old, meaning your Prefrontal Cortex, which is responsible for cognitive flexibility and functions, has not fully developed. You can still easily modify your core until your PFC is fully formed. It will take 4 more years."

Rahul snorts, "I am mature enough. Trust me. I understand things far better than others."

Parveen nods in disagreement, "Like you said, Rahul- Science is neat, and PFC is responsible for decision making, planning, and finer judgments. You need to integrate your Shadow first. Accept what you are, and we start the healing by doing cognitive-behavioral therapy(CBT) to eliminate unwanted behaviors by prioritizing desirable behavior. 
Your childhood trauma indeed shaped your core, and Jung did believe that 'free will' to a degree is an illusion, but he also said, "I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become." "

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"Oh, the agony of choice, Mrs. Dixit !!!!" Ashish grins, being as cocky as ever with Shilpa, watching her hesitate as her gaze oscillates between his exposed dick and the washroom door behind which her husband is enslaved.

He cups her pussy mound, and immediately Shilpa moans, "Ahhhh.." looking back at him with helpless submissive, aroused eyes while sitting on his lap with her back facing him.

Ashish whispers in a cheeky tone, "Feeling shy, Mrs. Dixit, when your former bull (Mahesh) is a few feet away from you? Afraid what he might think of you ?" while feeling the pulsation of her heated sex under his palm and his other hand forcedly grabs one of her bountiful tits eliciting another helpless whimper from her, "Ummphh..."

Shilpa's peripherical vision catches a glimpse of her lover's dashing, arrogant grin, but she can see that he is hurt under that pretentious charm. He is masking and denying it with his usual cockiness.
Irritated by her silly-sallying, Ashish strengthens his grip on her pussy and tit while heartlessly commanding, "Suck my dick. You want to, what is there to think?"

Shilpa scrunches her face in pain and faintly urges, "Make love to me." Those words were uttered by her feebly in a meek voice in the form of begging. But it is no request, although it sounded like it. It is a command and a demand.

Ashish has her in his utter control, both physically and situationally. It is an irrational act from her side to defy him now when Mahesh is nearby; considering the criminal plot, they(Mahesh and Shilpa) weaved around him (Ashish).

Yet she did. Shilpa fumes inside *I refuse to belong to him when he hates me. I will only submit to his will when he demands it as a lover. I refuse to get hate fucked by him. First, I need to know his heart is filled with love for me, not hate. Only and only then he can do as he wishes.*

Ashish can consider Marriage a financial contract; he can define it as prostitution engaging with slavery due to his wounded feelings when he assumed Shilpa was flirting with Mahesh as he was considering wedding Shilpa. (mentioned in chap 42)

 As a disgruntled lover of his beloved love-slave, he can indulge in all the negative thoughts regarding Marriage as much as he wants, but Marriage is a more modern concept, and with the demand for love-making, Shilpa isn't calling upon such a newborn yesterday's concept as Marriage.

She is calling upon a more ancient coding than the institution of Marriage. The millions of years old unerasable coding embedded in a man's DNA -The masculine urge to protect and provide. That coding does not care about social conditioning as a human female remains pregnant for nine months and will always be vulnerable in those nine months.

 It is a powerful coding, and human civilization is standing upon it. 

Modern Scholars can call masculinity inherently toxic as much as they want, sitting behind desks, but human civilization is run by the muscles and sweat of hardworking men. It is a fact. At this moment, this modern magnificence will collapse like a pack of cards if masculinity ceases to exist.

Shilpa unintentionally and unknowingly activated that coding In Ashish for herself the first instant she met him when Ashish heard she was sent by Mahesh to be her maid. His first reaction was astonishment. He did not want to see her as a maid. He could not accept it. Without knowing who her husband was, he got angry against him and also at her. As per Ashish's judgment, she chose a poor spouse. He wanted to take care of her without consciously realizing it.(From chapter 8 ,chap 10 and chap 11)

He wanted to rescue her from her so-called nonexistent poverty. Initially, His anger clouded that urge. He was not sex-starved, so he respected her Marriage, but underneath it, he could not accept her fate. Shilpa made it easy for him as she was there as a seductress to trap him, and her natural attraction toward him was obvious to Ashish. Then he stopped resisting, and he seduced her. The purpose of his seduction is obviously for physical reasons and various sexual kinks, but unbeknownst to him, it was always guided by the invisible urge to provide her what she wants and needs according to what she was projecting.

Mahesh did not kill his Marriage the day Shilpa got attracted by Ashish; it was just a wound. Ashish-Shilpa's relationship could have just been a heated affair between two very attractive individuals at the worst for Mahesh and could have ended anytime Shilpa wanted. In the beginning, there was lust between the two of them, and none really respected each other. There was even slight underlying animosity due to the clash of two dominant personalities.

Mahesh destroyed his marriage when they decided to present Rahul as Shilpa's husband due to the sudden demand of the situation. 

Bit by bit, Shilpa lost all her respect for Mahesh cause she had to spend time with Rahul, and those time spent was sexual in nature. Shilpa is a proud woman; her pride does not entirely come from within her. Society supplies that to her greatly because of how she carries herself. 

So, in turn, she has to respect some rules that society dictates to get a steady supply of that addiction which is sort of narcissistic in nature, and no society encourages a relationship between a stepmother and her stepson.

 Hence, the sexual moments Shilpa had to endure with Rahul filled her with sadness and immense guilt. That guilt was far greater than what she felt while fantasizing about Ashish. Those moments she spent with Rahul were stab after stab in their Marriage. Ashish saw her sadness and could not stand it. He intervened. That is when what could have been just a sexual affair became a love affair.

 When Rahul drugged her and had sex with Shilpa, her house became inhabitable for her, and she started to loathe her family. 

If Rahul-factor was thousand stab wounds to Shilpa's Marriage, then when Harsh ra**ped her, it was the final killing blow to her Marriage. Shilpa realized her husband could not protect her. She was all alone. When Shilpa needed Mahesh most, he was not there. Ashish was.

Furthermore, Indra was snooping, and Shilpa realized that it was just beginning. The longer she allows her Marriage to linger, the more men will appear in her life to bed her using the secret- that she and Mahesh wanted to trap Ashish. In this Marriage, she would have to sleep with men after men and live a life of a harlot. 

Her dignity and dreams were all at stake. Sex was never the primary dream or meaning of her life.

Her suspicion became correct when Mahesh was trapped by the autowala, another man preying on their vulnerability.

Mahesh's next mistake was fatally threatening Ashish in her ears on the phone at the Mall. Shilpa, in love, is a dangerous and impulsive woman; she will go to any length to protect her man and get her man. She did not care while going after Mahesh when he was still married to Rekha. She wanted Mahesh. She took just hours to decide that she would destroy Ashish when Mahesh asked for her help. 

She committed adultery and was secretly delighted when she thought Mahesh killed Rekha to be with her. Mahesh did not kill Rekha, though; she died by accident.

Again She completely fall in love with Ashish when he saved her from Harsh using questionable methods.


Shilpa is a woman, 'Queen of crime' Agatha Christie would adore.

"Men and women don't react in the same way. What it comes down to is this. Men are the more sensitive sex. Women are tough. Men can't take murder in their stride. Women apparently can. The fact is, if a man has committed a murder for a woman, it probably enhances his value in her eyes. A man feels differently."

― Agatha Christie, the unexpected guest.

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This update was that much boring huh ?!!