Adultery Bhabi, Beggar and Blunder

[lattu_pattu]

Shreya's heartbeat hammered in her ears as she closed the browser window. The images had seemed so alive, so raw and frenzied—she couldn't dispel them from her mind. Shadows of depravity danced behind her eyes as her mind played back the carnal flicks frame by frame. The women, dispassionate, being ravished by hungry men, haunted her imagination.

She felt wicked, penetrating the forbidden corners of the web in the stillness of the night.

Her heart hadn't accounted for the visceral tsunami that tumbled her senses. Panic churned her insides; who were these people sharing their most intimate moments? How had they eroded societal norms, while she had never even been kissed? Her grip tightened on the computer mouse. The tiniest flick, and she'd tumble back to innocence, but she was already hooked. She wanted to know more. She didn't need sleep, she needed answers. The clock had just struck 2. It was way past her bedtime but she didn't care. She had day off from university next day.

She was a studious girl, an ideal daughter in Indian household. Her parents had passed away in an accident when she was just **. Around the same time, her brother was newly married to this extremely conservative Indian housewife named Rani. She was Indian orthodox values personified. She was a hot-headed and wouldn't sly away expressing her emotions (engulfed in raging fire) if she thought something was not right as per as tradition. Every in the neighborhood were shit scared of her and tried to avoid getting in any confrontation with her. But along with her terrifying outbursts, she had always been like mother to Shreya. Shreya's brother was a grown up but was still rather childish in nature. So after her parent's death, Rani became kind of person with authority, taking care of everything.

Shreya had always been a cultured, obedient girl who would never try to engage in something that went even mildly against what she considered against "traditions". But influenced by Rani's fiery nature, these traits for her were amplified.

But that wasn't the case tonight.

Tonight, she felt a magnetic pull as she dove back into the illicit corners of the internet. It was an electric sensation, nerve endings snapping, as though she were embarking on a dangerous, exhilarating ride.

The house was blanketed in stillness, the only sounds her quiet breath and the click of the mouse against the desk. The darkness offered the cover she needed to explore, like her own secrets shrunk down into images on a screen. It was intoxicating.

The floor creaked as she shifted in her chair, nerves tingling. She clicked on the most trending video on the site. What was going to happen next was going to build her entire perspective about what sex is really like in real life.

The video was by a studio that primarily focused on catering women degradation kink. But she was unaware of that. Afterall, this was her first time encountering porn. So she didn't know how to differentiate between the various genres or categories.

She had stumbled upon it out of pure curiosity, but she felt sick to her stomach, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Was this pleasant for the girl who filmed these intimate acts? The desperation, the sheer animalistic instinct, it all looked distasteful to her. She clicked on other videos in recommended tab, but she didn't know that all of the videos were by the same studio. She jumped video to video, feeling disgusted about the state of degradation these moms, sisters, daughters, and partners were reduced to.

She felt her palms dampen each time a simulated moan assaulted her ears, and her heart raced within the confines of her ribcage as though it was trying to crawl out of her body. Why? Why would anyone want to do this?

If this was real life—and Shreya wondered momently if such a lurid existence could even be fathomed—then it was not for her. To find out if sex was really like this in real life, she made a few internet searches "Do you women get used like a toy while having sex?" or "Is every man the same as these videos?" The answers to her late-night queries frightened her young mind. As if the videos alone weren't terrifying enough, Shreya read chilling accounts from women who experienced far uglier situations. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't ignore the rising panic—confirming her worst fears—that real-life sex may indeed be as unsettling as these videos.

She turned off her computer and jumped in her bed, tears flowing down her cheeks. She was scared, she knew at one point in her life, she had to give in to the ways of the world, she had to lose her virginity. She was already 21 and the cultured from which she came from, that was a ripe age for a girl to get married. Rani, her sister-in-law, was 20 when she got married. The day was almost near, when the society would fix her marriage with someone she didn't even know, and she had to live with this stranger for her entire life. The thought of what may transpire on her wedding night, haunted her young and innocent mind. It was the fear of the unknown that propelled her to search the answers. Her imaginative mind was on the brink of losing its sanity, like a ship caught in the tempest of the unknown sea, craving for the solid ground of information.

Shreya's world was doubly sheltered with a cultured upbringing and the conservative orthodoxy of Rani. 

She picked up her phone and searched for a forum where Indian women discussed their sexual experiences and desires. She wanted to read about experiences of real Indian women, their fears, hopes and dreams. She stumbled upon an Indian erotica forum where women dared to share their deepest fantasies and experiences in erotic details. As she read through, she found mixed opinions on how their husbands would perform sex on them. Most accounts stated that the wife was just a tool for a husband to use after a long day at work.

The wives described their husbands' rigorous thrusting, biting and even hitting them, just to satisfy their own hunger. It was a horrible thought, Shreya's heart sank. She couldn't imagine her to-be husband touching her like this.
She didn't yet know the pleasures and pains of sexual intimacy. It amused her, thrilled her and appalled her, all at once. It was the mystery that captivated her the most.

She was petrified by the unknown, but also drawn to it.

The stories of some women had shown her that maybe sex wasn't always awful. Some women described how they loved the feeling of connection, the physical and emotional pleasure that came from making love. The uncertainty of what lay ahead of her was a disturbing thought, but Shreya couldn't help but feel a little excited too.

Her late-night explorations left her with more questions than answers. But one thing was certain, she couldn't ger ready for marriage without knowing what she was getting herself into. She needed to see a real-life sexual encounter for herself.

She needed a solid plan. She couldn't slip up. Everything that she could possibly think of was at stake. She couldn't just ask a couple to allow her to witness the act or even sneak up on them. That was out of the question. But she was not one to give up. Her determined mind started turning gears, and she started formulating a chain of events that would enable her to quench her curiosity. As stated earlier, she couldn't ask someone, she had to gaslight the person into committing such acts.

She started thinking who could be her test subject. It had to be someone who couldn't blackmail her whatsoever and someone who could be gaslighted into performing an act like that. The biggest task for her was to find a male. Surely any random guy would happily engage in sex considering every single guy was always horny but the problem was he could easily blackmail her in the future.

The person had to be someone who, even if he opened mouth, no would believe. Someone who'd have no value in society. Someone
who was as good as dead.

The next morning, Shreya sat in her living room, mulling over her problem. She looked out of the window at the bustling streets of Jaipur, already swelling with the heat of the day.

And then it hit her.

She recalled a man she had seen many times on her way to university. He was a poor, old man, with shabby clothes, a sour expression and an uncombed beard. He appeared to be a burden to the world. People often crossed the street to avoid coming close to him. His mere existence
was a nuisance that elicited disdainful sniffs and narrowed eyes from passersby, and Shreya was sure that nobody would believe him if he claimed he had witnessed her scheming.

In that moment, Shreya resolved to execute her plan to view a real-life sexual encounter involving this man, known only as Chandu. This man, weather-beaten and invisible to the world, would serve as the perfect pawn for her experiments, safe and disposable according to society.
Shreya's pure and untainted mind weighed the pros and cons of her decision. While she felt pity towards the plight of Chandu, she also realized she needed a helpless human being to ease her through this delicate situation. Despite her privileged upbringing, she was aware of the adversities of poverty, and though it pained her, it was her misfortune that such a creature had to give meaning to her underground experiment.

Her mission now was to locate candidate number two. She required an individual who would eagerly engage in carnal activities with a destitute soul, all the while accepting the notion of Shreya's silent observation. Her astute intellect devised this plan solely as a preventative measure against potential coercion.  

She couldn't trust anyone from her social circle with something as private as this, especially not someone who would have power over her.
She needed someone vulnerable enough to be manipulated and controlled, who owed her a debt of gratitude.
After much deliberation, she zeroed in on the first person that came to her mind—Rani Gupta, her beloved sister-in-law. Rani and Shreya had shared heart-to-heart conversations after her parents' death, forging a deeper bond than any typical relationship shared between a bhabhi (sister-in-law) and a nanand (husband's sister). Shreya knew she could trust Rani without hesitation, and Rani had always placed her needs above her own.

Shreya began planning the execution of her scheme, precisely aware that Rani would be a difficult target. She plotted numerous potential scenarios, each one more elaborate than the last, her mind growing increasingly convoluted with every new step. Each new iteration failed to meet her expectations, and as she launched deeper into her twisted machinations, she couldn't help but question her own motives.

Shreya knew that what she was asking of Rani was a repulsive request.

It was vile to ask her to commit such an act, and it sat heavy in her heart. Shreya has always such high regards for Rani, seeing her as the epitome of grace, wisdom, and strength. But the only way Shreya could think of putting her plan into action was by leveraging the trust they shared.
Shreya decided to draft a letter, to evoke the emotions that would persuade Rani to become a party in her scheme. She wanted Rani to understand the depth of her curiosity without spelling it out.

She knew that if she were to directly convey her unusual desire, Rani would instantly decline, offended by the mere suggestion. No, Shreya needed to manipulate the situation with the delicate touch of a master puppeteer. She knew that Rani's protective nature would prove to be the key to unlock Shreya's uncharted world.

So, she drafted a letter filled with lies, coated in the truth. She carefully weaved a tale of a close friend, experiencing distress and confusion, bombarded by relentless questions of sexual nature.

She painted a vivid picture of helplessness, a young girl desperately seeking answers, yet failing to find any reliable sources of guidance. This unfortunate soul was a victim of her upbringing in a sheltered environment, which had kept her in the dark.

Shreya pour all her own feelings and thoughts onto the paper, making it seem like a friend was agonizing over her sexuality, struggling to comprehend the physics of intimacy and the concept of true love.

She created a girl who was utterly lost, and stressed the importance of her friend resorting to this extreme act as a final attempt to quench her inquisitive mind. With a lump in her throat, Shreya rewrote the letter several times, desperate to ensure that every word exuded sincerity and urgency.

Dear Rani,
I hope you are well. I find myself writing to you today, burdened by a troublesome dilemma plaguing my closest friend.
This issue has been weighing heavy on her heart and her conscience, as she wrestles with the storm brewing within her, convinced that the stifling traditions of our society have failed to prepare her for the complicated path of intimacy and carnal desires she now faces. As her confidant, she believes that I can be a guiding light, piercing through the cloud of confusion that surrounds her.
However, I must confess that I am woefully ill-equipped to provide her with the answers she seeks.
Much like my dear friend, I too have been cloistered in the same stifling environment that carefully guards the secrets of intimacy. I have been raised in the same traditions, the same values, and under the same protective umbrella that she has known her entire life. And yet, I am the one she trusts to guide her, even though I am just as Much like my dear friend, I too have been cloistered in the same stifling environment that carefully guards the secrets of intimacy.
But, at the same time, I can't help but feel that I am failing her as a friend. I want to help, I want to provide her with the knowledge and understanding that she so desperately craves, but I simply don't know where to begin.
She has been a victim of explicit videos online. The women in those videos are used as a mere tool of pleasure, like disposable objects with no will of their own. She asked me if sex in real life was same as in those videos. You know she is around my age and she will be getting married soon. She wants to prepare for what's to come. So in order to help her out, I went online and browsed various forums and got the same answer. Every housewife online stated they were just a tool for their husbands to relieve frustration and desires.
They are promoted from a daughter to a wife, and suddenly it's their sole duty to sexually please their husband, their needs and desires being pushed aside. Is that all a women is meant to be in our society?
Somewhere in my mind, I too pose the same question. So Di, I am sorry but I need to help out a friend and find the answers myself. We have arranged a meeting place at an hotel where she'll bring an old beggar with whom I am supposed to have sex with to find all our answers. Hoping you can forgive me.
Regards,
Shreya
P.S. Please do not share this letter with my brother or anyone else.

Shreya's heart ached as she sealed the envelope, sealing her fate to Rani's discretion. She wondered if Rani would understand, if the unconventional nature of the request would make her balk, or if she would take up the challenge and fight for her young sister-in-law's enlightenment.
Days crept by like weary travelers, burdened with the weight of anticipation.

Shreya went about her daily life in a mechanical haze, mechanically fulfilling her academic obligations and household chores, while her mind sprinted ahead of her, leaping the immense hurdles in place for the grand event. As careful as she was, she couldn't quite escape from the clutches of perpetual worry. What if Rani betrayed her trust? What if someone found out about her sinister plans?

Thoughts of confrontation and humiliation played on a loop, haunting her sleepless nights. Regret weighed heavily on her heart. Even though she was anxious, Shreya was certain she was prepared to confront and challenge the deep-seated beliefs and conventions ingrained in her culture.
One day she finally found an opportunity. Her brother was going away on a business trip for 6 months.

This presented Shreya with the perfect cover for her scheme. With her brother no longer in the household, Rani's attention would naturally turn towards Shreya. She carefully placed the envelope on the dinning table early in the morning and left the house.

Shreya had planned everything meticulously. She knew her brother's departure date weeks beforehand and took advantage of the situation to further her plans. 

As she walked down the lonely streets of Jaipur on her way to university, she couldn't help but think of the impending confrontation with Rani. She felt a surge of anxiety wash over her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her under its crushing pressure. She wondered if Rani would understand the depth of her curiosity or if she would be met with rejection and disappointment. Will Rani get the hint and realize that "the friend" Shreya keeps talking about is, in fact, Shreya herself or would she misinterpret Shreya's intentions and assume that her young sister-in-law was merely trying to protect her friend's identity?

Shreya's imagination ran wild with endless possibilities. She had always admired Rani's strength and wisdom, and in many ways, she idolized her. However, as she contemplated the impending confrontation, she couldn't help but question her own motives.

Was her curiosity the sole driving force behind this elaborate scheme, or was there an element of rebellion against societal norms and expectations? Were her actions a manifestation of her desire to take control of her own sexuality, in a world where women were often subjected to the whims and desires of men?

Regardless, Shreya knew that her actions were irreversible, and that she had embarked on a journey from which there was no turning back.
Rather than dwelling on the consequences, she chose to focus on the potential rewards of her efforts. If successful, Shreya would be thrust into a new realm of understanding and meaning in her life. Although it scared her, she knew that there was something profoundly alluring about the possibility of gaining this valuable knowledge.

But Shreya also felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her actions were a calculated risk, and she knew that the stakes were high. If her scheme were discovered, the potential consequences were too dire to consider.

She was lost in her thoughts when her phone rang.

It was Rani, and Shreya's heartbeat quickened as she answered the call.

"Hello, Rani?" she said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, it's me. Listen, I got your letter. " her voice trembling with anger. "I'm so disappointed, Shreya. I never thought you would be capable of something like this."

Shreya felt the weight of the world on her shoulders and no words came out of her mouth.

She sat there, silent and tense, listening to Rani scolding her on the other end of the phone. She felt trapped, guilty, and scared.
 Replaying the words of the letter in her head, she felt foolish for thinking Rani would understand her intentions. The letter, which was supposed to be her ticket to a little more knowledge and experience for the sake of her future, now seemed as though it was going to rupture the bond that she held so dear with Rani.

However, there was no taking anything back now, and Shreya realized that she had to brave the consequences of the path she had chosen. She took a deep breath and finally found her voice.

"I'm so sorry, Rani. I didn't mean for it to come off that way. I just wanted to find the answers to my questions. My curiosity is killing me, and I thought this was the only way. I have to do what I have to do. I am so far off, there's no turning back." said Shreya with a tremble in her voice. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst. A wave of remorse washed over her as Rani's
harsh words bore holes through her heart.

Rani sighed on the other end, and Shreya could hear her take a deep breath. "Listen to me carefully. What you are planning to do is wrong on so many levels, Shreya. And I'm not just talking about the moral aspects of such an act. You are setting yourself up for a dangerous path. What if things go wrong? What if word gets out?

Do you have any idea how it would affect your reputation, Shreya? Your family's reputation?"

Rani paused, and Shreya could almost feel her disappointment radiating through the phone. "You have so much potential, Shreya, so much going for you. Don't throw it all away for a few moments of fleeting satisfaction."

Shreya's heart sank. Her plan had failed, Rani didn't get the hint at all.

Shreya tried to explain her intentions, but Rani refused to listen. The disappointment in Rani's voice made Shreya feel like a failure. And yet, she couldn't suppress the yearning that surged in her heart.

Rani continued to speak, "Shreya, I know you must have your reasons, but this idea of yours is not just foolish, it's dangerous. I won't let you ruin your life just to satisfy your curiosity. Do you understand me?"

Shreya nodded quietly, feeling the weight of her decision settle heavily upon her.

"Then what should I do Di? I don't know. Seems like I am at a dead end. You and Brother will marry me off soon to some stranger. Who knows what that stranger might do to me. All I have learnt about sex is that its painful for the girl. If I got to witness sex in real life it alleviate all my doubts but that's out of question. I can't do that without any repercussions. So my only bet is to go and experience it first hand. I have found this really old beggar to use as tool. Even if he opens his mouth, no one would believe him. Sorry Di but that's the only way out," Shreya pleaded, both desperate and hopeful.
Rani sighed again, her frustration palpable. "I understand that you are scared, Shreya. But this is not the answer. I cannot let you go down this path."
Shreya's heart sank, but she knew that she had to keep pushing. "Di, I know it's not ideal, but I have to do something. I cannot enter a marriage without knowing what to expect.

I am aware that my decision will have life-altering consequences, but I cannot stand the unknown."

Shreya's voice was filled with desperation and determination, and Rani could not deny the gravity of her situation. Rani knew that Shreya was not the type of girl to back down from a challenge, and her persistence was proof of that.

For a moment, she remained silent on the other end of the phone, contemplating the weight of Shreya's words.
"Listen to me carefully, Shreya. I understand your fears, and I don't want you to enter marriage blind," Rani finally said, with a hint of resignation in her voice. Shreya's heart skipped a beat. Was Rani finally going to agree to her plan?

"But what you are proposing is still dangerous and inappropriate," Rani continued.

"But I might have an alternative solution. It will require you to trust me, Shreya. Completely."

Rani's tone was different now. It was softer, more thoughtful. Shreya felt a glimmer of hope ignite in her heart.

"I'm listening, Di," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

She braced herself for Rani's next words, unsure of what they might be.

"Both the option you mentioned involve too much risk and I won't allow you going doing that path. Asking any stranger to allow you to watch them would tarnish our reputation in society. And you engaging sexually yourself is out of question. I don't know why you even thought of that. So there is only one option left. What you are doing is completely wrong in the first place. A girl should never think about sex in the first place. If it was any other girl, she would have faced my wrath. But even though you are just few years younger than me, I think of you as my own child. I don't want anything bad happening to you. So hear me out. I think I know what we can do. As I said you can't watch two strangers having sex. But what if that someone is not a stranger?"

"What do you mean Di?" Shreya said, with surprise in her voice.

"Think about it for a moment, Shreya. The only way for you to witness a sexual encounter without facing any sort of consequence is if the person engaging in the act is someone you already know and trust. Someone who would be willing to do it with complete discretion, for your sake alone. And for that, there is only one person who could possibly fit the criterion," Rani replied softly, leaving her words to hang in the air.
A moment passed as the meaning of Rani's words sunk in.

Could it be? Was Rani suggesting what Shreya thought she was?

"Are you saying what I think you are?" Shreya asked, hardly daring to believe her ears.

"Yes, Shreya, I am," Rani replied, her voice calm and steady despite the unconventional nature of the proposal. "If you truly feel it is necessary for you to witness a sexual encounter in order to ease your mind, then I am willing to allow you to watch me."

"What are even saying Di?" Shreya asked, trying to act surprised but grinning inside her heart, "Di, this is my personal issue and I can't allow you to be involved in that. And even if I did, who would the other person be?" asked Shreya, although a little voice in her head was already anticipating the answer.

"Remember you mentioned the old beggar Chandu? I think your thought process was correct. His is old probably late 70s, he has probably lost his speech and can't form any sentences, and even if somehow manages to mention our encounter, no one would believe him. Instead, they'll lynch him for trying to tarnish our reputation." Rani said sternly, cutting off Shreya's train of thought.

"But I can't allow you to do that for me, Dee. That's just too much," Shreya said, still grinning from within.

She was half-relieved, half-excited. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"But I'll do it only if you promise me three things, Shreya," Rani interrupted her thoughts.

"Anything Di, just name it," Shreya replied eagerly.

"First, you will never tell anyone about this, not even your brother," Rani asserted firmly.

"Of course, Di. I would never betray your trust like that," Shreya responded, her voice filled with conviction.

"What else, Di?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Second, you need to keep this entire experience between us. You cannot let it affect our relationship or your brother's. Promise me you won't let it change anything," Rani requested, ensuring that her sister-in-law understood the gravity of the situation.
"I promise, Di. I won't let it change anything between us. You're still my role model, and my respect for you remains unwavering," Shreya assured her, grateful for her sacrifice.

"Good. Now, the final condition is that this will happen once and only once. After this, I don't want to hear about this again. I don't want you to be consumed by this curiosity anymore, and I believe this one experience will be enough for you to move on," Rani concluded, her voice steady and firm.
Shreya couldn't believe what she was hearing. After months of scheming and planning, she had never imagined that her wish would be granted in such a way. Yes, she had been desperate to satisfy her insatiable curiosity, but she had never wanted to compromise her relationship with Rani in the process. Her heart was heavy with gratitude, and she couldn't wait to share the news with her accomplice. 

Little did Shreya know, this seemingly harmless encounter would unleash a whirlwind of emotions and desires, forever altering the course of her life.

[Samadhanam]

Great start

[Sakshi Priyan]

Excellent way to begin.

[lattu_pattu]

As the warm rays of the setting sun filtered into the modest, two-storey bungalow, Shreya's heart raced with anticipation. She had spent the entire day finalizing her plan, her thoughts consumed by the act that was about to take place. She had spent the entire day finalizing her plan, her thoughts consumed by the act that was about to take place.

Shreya's heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and anxiety as she prepared for the evening. She had watched as Rani clean up and prepare her bedroom. She didn't do anything special as this encounter was not supposed to be romantic for Rani. She was more on the side of disgust and annoyance but she agreed to do this for her sister-in-law. 
It was two hours past noon, and Shreya left the house to bring Chandu home. She walked down the familiar streets of Jaipur, her heart pounding in her chest. She never imagined herself involved in such a scandalous affair. Yet here she was, about to witness something no decent woman would dare to lay her eyes upon. Hesitation gnawed at the edges of her mind, threating to shatter her confidence. But she couldn't stop now. Not after dragging Rani into this sordid arrangement.
Shreya finally spotted Chandu, leaning against the same crumbling pillar where she'd first laid eyes on him. His worn-out clothes fit tightly over his bulky body, which she thought was kinda surprising as she had always imagined a beggar as someone skinny and feeble. 
His greasy hair hung down to his shoulders and his unkempt beard disguised his sunken cheeks. His eyes were clouded and vacant, the result of his advanced age, poverty, and apparent drug use.
She felt a wave of disgust wash over her, but she quickly pushed it aside. She reminded herself why she was doing this and what she stood to gain from the experience.
"Aye listen, you want food?" Shreya said, standing in front of Chandu with her arms crossed.
Chandu looked up at Shreya, his eyes slowly focusing on her face. He had lost his ability to form any sentences or have communication due to not being part of a civilized society.  He nodded his head as if saying yes. 
"Good, follow me, but keep a distance. No one should see us walking together." she instructed him, turning around and marching back in the direction from which she had come.
Without a word, Chandu struggled to his feet and stumbled after her.
Shreya led him to a narrow alleyway that ran beside her house, her heart rate accelerating with each step. She glanced around furtively, ensuring that no one was watching, before ushering Chandu into the shadows. As they reached her house, she made sure no one was watching and waved him inside.
Quietly, Shreya guided Chandu through the house and asked him to sit down in a corner. 
He eagerly obeyed, his eyes twinkling with an odd sense of excitement. His independence had been stripped away long ago, his dignity buried beneath a mountain of trash and rejection. So, a free meal and a comfortable room, a brief respite from his everyday struggles, were more than enough to fill him with hope.
Shreya turned to leave, but then thought better of it. She needed a way to make sure that Chandu wouldn't betray her or cause any trouble after the encounter. She had a sudden realization of how it would look if others found Chandu in her home.
Someone could easily suspect him of ill intentions and accost him before Shreya could carry out her plan. This thought sent a shiver of fear down her spine.
She closed all the curtains and the windows in the house and locked them from the inside to ensure that no one would disturb them and turned to look at Chandu.
He was sitting patiently in a far corner, waiting for instructions. She brought him a plate full of rice, daal, roti and sabji. 
His eyes lit up as he hungrily dug into the food. Shreya sat opposite to him, watching him eat. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for exploiting this poor man. However, she soon brushed these feelings aside thinking she was not exploiting this poor old guy, in fact she was kind of doing him a favor. She was providing him Rani, a young, tall and absolutely beautiful goddess-like figure with luscious long hair, curvy hips, and an irresistible charm. He could only imagine what it would be like to have a chance with a woman like that.
She was feeling hungry herself so she left the place and went to the kitchen to get something for herself and called Rani to watch over him. 
Moments later, Rani walked in and immediately regretted it. She saw the beggar eating with delight, his hands and clothes covered in food, creating an unpleasant smell in the room.
Rani held her breath as she stared at the man. It smelt like he hadn't taken a bath for decades.
The room was filled with poverty and misery and Rani was disgusted at the thought of what was going to happen later. But she kept her cool and reminded herself of Shreya's desperation and her own love for her sister-in-law. With a firm expression on her face, Rani walked over to the corner and stood behind Chandu, making sure that he knew who was boss and who had the control.
Chandu looked up to see this new person who had entered the scene and he was taken completely aback. He looked at her, his eye and mouth open wide in surprise. He stopped eating his food as if he forgot he hadn't eaten anything in days. 
He kept looking at Rani, his eyes scanning her from top to bottom, taking in every inch of her. Rani tried hard not to show her disgust and kept her gaze fixed on him, unblinking and unwavering. He pinched himself to check if he was not in the afterlife seeing an angel waiting for him in the afterworld. 
Rani was a sight beyond his wildest dreams. She was tall and slender, with a grace that only enhanced her beauty. Her long dark hair was styled in loose waves, framing her delicate features like a halo. Her eyes were kind, yet firm, a testament to her deep-rooted traditional values. He had seen many ladies who were "epitome of beauty", including Shreya, who's looks were beyond words could describe but Rani was something else, someone above everyone, above Shreya.
Chandu's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge from Shreya.
"Don't stare at her like one of your dogs, you infidel!" Shreya hissed, shooting a warning look at Chandu.
She had been observing his behaviour since they had returned to her house, and she could see the wheels of his mind turning, his thoughts consumed by her sister-in-law's beauty.
Shreya could not help but feel a twinge of annoyance at this display of blatant disrespect. Shreya was regarded as the most beautiful person all her life, while growing up and even now, every single guy in her university was drooling just at the sight of her. She felt, for the first time in her life that she was a common human like every one else. She never noticed any guy eyeing Rani, as everyone thought of her as a fiery lioness. No one would dare to approach her, just like no one dared to roar against a storm. So obviously Shreya was the next in line to be admired which made her believe she was a league above everyone else but today this stranger showed Shreya her place.
Rani was standing there emotionless. She didn't care about all this. In fact she was disgusted by the thought of a filthy beggar drooling for her, the same filthy old geezer she was supposed to have sex with later. 
She wanted to slap him, she wanted to scream at him, she wanted to get as far away from him as possible. But then she remembered how important this plan was to Shreya. How crucial this moment was for her sister-in-law's future. And so, with a great deal of effort, she managed to shove the burning resentment brewing in her chest to the farthest corner of her mind, giving Shreya a curt nod and forcing a thin smile on her lips.
"Eat up, Chandu. Eat to your heart's content. This is going to be the best day of your life." said Shreya with slight grin on her face. 
Rani's surprised expression suggested she didn't expect her sister-in-law to be so frank about her desires. Shreya hastily added, "No, I mean, I'm not thinking about it in *that* way. I meant like.....you know he is getting good food after such a long time-"
"Enough!" Rani said looking at her with piercing eyes. Shreya giggled while chewing her food. 
She was visibly relieved and felt a sense of achievement as her elaborate plan was coming together. She worried Rani would adamantly refuse or, even worse, tell her brother. But she had underestimated her sister-in-law's understanding of her plight.
After like an hour or so, Chandu was done eating. He had eaten more than he could handle. It was clear that the old man ate very little on a daily basis. Shreya brought him a glass of water and went to the kitchen to wash the plates along with her own. She couldn't help but notice that her heart rate was elevated more than usual and she had butterflies in her stomach. Soon Rani followed her into the kitchen.
"The fucker is sleeping right now." 
Shreya stopped whatever she was doing and was shocked, both by the fact that she was hearing Rani swear for the first time and second, it hadn't even been 10 minutes since Chandu was done eating and now he was fast sleep.
"Did you just use a cuss word Di?" Shreya asked Rani with a wide grin on her face. 
"Yes, I did. And I'll continue swearing the whole day until its over."
"Does it give me a free cuss word pass Di?" Shreya asked unable to stop chuckling.
But soon that smile on her face was taken away when Rani said "Do you think this is funny? Do you think this is all a joke? BECAUSE IT ISN'T!! Free cuss word pass she says. You are lucky I am letting you get away with this easily. I don't know how many sins I am gonna commit today - adultery, use of cuss words and God knows what. All because you madam, you are feeling modern, liberal all of a sudden. Oh I want to experience what sex is like, oh I want answers. Shut the fuck up. What answers? Do-"
Shreya interrupted her with a tear rolling down her cheek and said "I am sorry Rani, I was just trying to lighten the mood. I never knew what you were feeling in this moment. After all you are the person who is going to share bed with Chandu, someone who I won't even go near." 
Rani's voice trailed off as her anger subsided, leaving sheer exhaustion and despair in its wake.
Shreya stood across from Rani, stunned by the sudden outburst. She had never seen Rani this way before. Her mask of kindness and patience had slipped away, revealing the fiery and dominant personality that lay beneath.
Shreya felt her conscience weigh heavily on her heart. She hated causing Rani this discomfort and knew deep down that she wouldn't wish this on her worst enemy. Shreya wanted to stop this but she didn't. There was still time but she felt compelled to continue. She had been thinking about this for a long time. But she never wanted it to be so sudden, so forceful. She thought Rani would come around eventually. She never wanted Rani to be in this emotional state. She has always seen Rani as a role model, someone whom she could look up to. Rani had always been kind to Shreya, always there for her. But today, it seemed like that shield of patience had finally broken.
"Call me when he wakes up." Rani said and stormed back towards her room. 
Shreya stood there for a moment, holding the bowl and sponge in her hands, and watched Rani leave. She felt a pang of guilt and remorse as she replayed the harsh words Rani had just spoken in her mind. While Shreya had been trying to lighten the mood, Rani had been sinking deeper and deeper into despair. Shreya knew that she had to act fast to fix this situation before it spiraled out of control. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through Rani's mind right now.
Rani had always been a traditional woman, deeply aware of her duties and responsibilities. She had been a devoted wife to Shreya's brother and had devoted her entire life to the service of her family. Rani had never been one to seek pleasure or indulge in physical desires that went beyond her marital responsibilities. And yet, here she was, preparing herself to engage in an act that could potentially destroy her.
Hours went by, Shreya was sitting in the kitchen, her head dug deep between her knees, her face wet with tears. 
She could barely comprehend what had just happened. The joy of her plan unfolding had vanished as she had witnessed Rani's distress.
She lifted her head and looked across the kitchen and saw Chandu sitting in the same corner with his eyes closed and making low humming sounds which suggested that he was still deeply lost in the land of dreams oblivious to the tension in the room.
Shreya stood up from her chair and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. She looked at her phone and realized it was almost 10pm. Time had surely flown by while she was lost in her thoughts. With a heavy sigh, she forced herself to her feet and walked over to where Chandu was sitting. She looked down at him and couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity in her heart. He was just a poor, old man who had somehow gotten caught up in her quest for answers.
Chandu open his eyes feeling someone approaching. 
As he looked up, he saw Shreya standing in front of him, her face a complex mix of emotions. She scrutinized him, taking in his unkempt appearance and the remnants of food on his clothes.
"Waas...sleep...me?" Chandu tried speaking, still unable to form complete sentence.
"Now listen, I want to ask you something, I saw you eyeing Rani, she is pretty ain't she? You like her?"
Shreya asked, her tone gentle and coaxing.
Chandu nodded emphatically, his eyes shining with admiration and something else-something unreadable and raw.
Shreya felt a sudden chill run down her spine, realizing that her innocent request for an eyeful had led to something much deeper. She could feel the raw animal instinct coming out of him. This obese beast was supposed to have sex with her delicate bhabhi. She didn't even want to look at him. He was old and wrinkly, smelt horrible and looked like a rotten fat potato.  And Rani, a poor thing was supposed to have sex with this lowlife. 
Her thoughts were interpreted as her phone rang. It was Rani. 
Shreya swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat as she picked up the call.
"He's up?" Rani asked in an emotionless tone.
Shreya let out a shaky sigh, bracing herself for the confrontation ahead. "Yes, he's up."
"Alright, prepare him for act and bring him to my room. And also before you do, go to your bathroom and give him a proper bath. He stinks like a rotten cheese. Throw way his dirty clothes." Rani said authoritatively and hung up the phone. 
Shreya took a deep breath, unsure of how to proceed. The thought of bathing the old man left a bad taste in her mouth, but she knew she couldn't let her sister-in-law see him in such a dirty state. She hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to speak.
"Listen, Chandu, if I were to grant your one wish, what would it be?" Shreya asked Chandu. 
She was standing in front of him, hands folded on her chest, scrutinizing the old man. Chandu looked up at Shreya, confusion written all over his face.
"What...you...me?" Chandu stammered, trying to make sense of her question.
"Yes, I can give you anything you desire, just name it." Shreya explained with a coy smile.
Chandu's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing to find something worthy enough to wish for. It had been years since anyone had offered him anything, let alone a chance to fulfill a deep desire. He took a moment to compose himself before answering, "Ra...ni." He said hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid to admit it.
Shreya felt a rush of disgust wash over her, but she fought with all her might to mask it from Chandu.
"Very well, come with me." she said firmly, grabbing Chandu's hand and dragging him towards the bathroom.
Shreya couldn't help but shudder at the thought of having to bathe this disgusting man.
She had always been a clean freak, and the thought of touching his filthy body sent shivers down her spine. But she pushed those thoughts aside, reminding herself that this was a necessary part of her plan. She owed it to Rani to make sure everything went smoothly.
As she led Chandu to the bathroom, Shreya prepared herself for the task ahead. She filled a bucket with warm water and added some soap. She then handed Chandu a clean towel and asked him to remove his clothes.
Chandu happily obliged, quickly shedding his foul-smelling rags, revealing his emaciated and sunburned body. Shreya tried to suppress a wave of nausea as she discreetly averted her gaze from his frail and wrinkled frame. But her eyes caught a glimpse of his monstrous member, still not fully erect but almost the size of her arm, peeking under his big fat belly. 
This sight caused a shiver to run down her spine. She was disgusted, yet intrigued. 'Why would any woman want something like this inside their body? It surely cannot give pleasure can it?' she wondered. 
She made him sit down and poured soapy water all over him. She was using liquid detergent because she didn't want to waste her expensive body wash on him.
She started by washing his arms and legs, trying to avoid looking at the parts of his body that made her uncomfortable. However, she couldn't help but notice the involuntary twitching of his half-erect phallus as she washed him.
Shreya swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to ignore it, telling herself that it was normal and that she shouldn't judge him for his body's natural response to her touch.
But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and confusion. She remembered seeing women taking dicks in their mouth in all the porn she had watched and thought Rani might have to do it too. So bent down and tried to sniff his phallus and it smelt awful. So reluctantly she washed it. 
She scrubbed it vigorously, trying to erase the dirt and filth that clung to it. The process was uncomfortable, to say the least, but she did it for the sake of her sister-in-law. She felt guilty for putting Rani through this, but she also knew that this was a necessary step towards understanding her own sexuality. Her washing the dick led to the penis becoming fully erect, staring back at Shreya like a foreign object. The thought of Rani being intimate with this old man and this disgusting object sent a wave of disgust and discomfort through Shreya, but she pushed those thoughts aside. Soon as she was done with washing his groin, she had to move to the filthiest part of his body. His backside. She had to wash his dirty ass, which reeked of the shit that it had not been cleaned for days.
She had to gulp down the swelling lump in her throat and she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes as she prepared herself mentally. Shreya then slowly made him turn around, the whole room smelt of the shit and raw sewage that she had to wash off.
But she pressed on, determination lining every muscle and bone in her body.
She soaked a cloth in the soapy water and gingerly wiped at his soiled skin, trying her best not to vomit at the disgusting smell that permeated the air.
As she cleaned him, she noticed that his erection had subsided, and for that she was grateful. She couldn't imagine having to tend to a fully erect penis, the thought alone made her skin crawl.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was finished.
Shreya quickly ushered Chandu out of the bathroom, not wanting to spend another second in that foul-smelling room. She handed him a towel to wipe himself.
Shreya couldn't look at him directly as she felt her face heat up, her hands trembling with disgust at the thought of the physical contact they had just had. She grabbed the dirty clothes and threw them in a bag to be discarded later.
She didn't have any fresh cloths to give him so she decided to proceed without getting him dressed. 
She couldn't stand the thought of him being in the same dirty rags he had been wearing before, so she settled for having him walk around naked.
She felt a pang of guilt as she looked at him, standing there naked and vulnerable, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had a job to do and she couldn't afford to get distracted by her emotions. With a deep breath, she mustered all of her courage and led him to Rani's bedroom.
Rani was waiting for them in her room, her thoughts consumed by the events that were about to unfold. A knock on the door quickly distracted her from all the thoughts. 
Shreya, with a weak smile, walked over to the door to let Chandu in. He was still naked, his body now shiny clean but still smelt like detergent.
Rani set in the bed, dressed in a silky light purple nightgown, her hair tied up in half-up half-down hairstyle. She had no makeup one, just her mangalsutra, bangles, her anklets and sindoor. 
The sharp contrast between Rani and Chandu couldn't have been more clear. Rani, with her flawless face and delicate features, and Chandu, with his wrinkled skin and scrawny frame.
Rani's bedroom was a reflection of her personality, simple and elegant. The walls were painted a soothing shade of blue, and the furniture was dark wood with intricate carvings. A four-poster bed, draped in sheer curtains, dominated the room, the centerpiece of a scene about to play out that would change the lives of these three individuals forever.
As Shreya ushered Chandu into the room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had never seen Rani like this before - vulnerable and uncertain.
Rani had always been the brave and confident one, the one who knew exactly what to do in every situation. But tonight, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of what to do next.
Shreya, on the other hand, was a fiery ball of curiosity. She couldn't help but be drawn to the forbidden fruit that was her sister-in-law's conjugal duties. She had always wondered about the mysterious world of adult relationships, but her traditional upbringing had kept her blind to the realities of the world.
She pulled up a chair and set down leaving Chandu standing naked in the room in-front of Rani. Rani gave Shreya a look as if asking please proceed next, I don't know how to take control of the situation. 
Shreya, sensing Rani's discomfort, stepped in to take charge. She turned to Chandu and said, "Chandu, why don't you sit on the bed, next to Di?"
Chandu bounced towards the bed as a happy bunny. He sat down next to Rani, completely naked and unaffected by the fact.
Shreya noticed Rani had set up a camera facing directly at the bed, probably recording this whole thing. Shreya didn't know how the footage would be used, so she asked Rani why she had set up the camera. 
Rani spoke, her voice cracking "I wouldn't be comfortable with you in the same room. So I set this up for you to watch, later." She gestured towards the camera.
Shreya's eyes widened with surprise, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, "Okay then, I'll uh...leave you two alone now."
With tears rimming her eyes, she turned to walk out of the room. But before she could take a step, she heard Rani's voice, "Shreya wait, I need you to do one more thing for me."
She turned back around, her heart pounding in her chest.
"What is it, di?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rani hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Shreya and Chandu. Finally, she spoke up. "I need you to...to help me. I don't know if I can do this on my own. I'm scared, Shreya."
Shreya's heart broke at the sight of Rani, her strong and confident sister-in-law reduced to tears. She couldn't help but feel guilty for putting her in this situation.
"Actually don't go. Help me out. I... I don't know what to do or how to proceed. Stay." Rani said, her voice trembling as she looked up at Shreya with her big brown eyes. Shreya stared back at her for a moment, unsure of what to do. She had never seen her sister-in-law so vulnerable before. It made her heart ache to see her like this. She was the lioness whom everyone feared. Now she set there like a trapped bunny.
Shreya came back and set on the chair. She took a deep breath and said "Chandu, why don't you start by kissing Rani, start slowly and gently." Chandu followed the instruction, leaned forward and put his dry, chapped lips on Rani's soft, smooth cheek. Rani shuddered involuntarily at the touch of the wrinkled, leathery skin. Shreya watched as Chandu cupped Rani's cheeks and pressed his sweaty body against hers. Rani closed her eyes as if trying to block out the reality of the situation.
She didn't move or respond to Chandu's kiss, leaving him confused.
"Rani, are you okay? Do you want to stop?" Shreya asked, concern etched all over her face.
Rani opened her eyes and looked at Shreya, grateful for her concern. "No, I want to continue. I just need a moment."
Chandu, still not getting any response from Rani, decided to amp up his efforts. He moved his hand down to Rani's breasts and started groping them.
Rani's eyes widened, and she pushed his hand away. "No, please stop. I don't like that," she pleaded. But Chandu, seemingly possessed, didn't listen. He forcefully raised her nightgown, exposing her bare thighs to Shreya.
Shreya couldn't believe what she was seeing. She glanced at Rani's face, and her heart went out to her sister-in-law. Tears were streaming down her face, and she looked terrified.
Shreya knew she had to intervene. But deep down she was enjoying it. She didn't know she had a thing for watching beautiful ladies being defiled by disgusting creeps like Chandu. She hated herself for this. She cursed herself for loving the way his rough hands were roaming on Rani's delicate thighs. She hated the way her own body was responding to this obscene display of sexual aggression. She hated how her nipples were getting hard under the tight fabric of her bra. She hated the wetness forming between her legs. She hated the way her own body was betraying her pure and naive image of herself.
"Please stop!" Rani cried out again, trying to push him away.
But Chandu wouldn't budge. He was a man possessed, driven by his own sick desires. Shreya watched all of this unfold in front of her, feeling a mix of disgust and fascination. She couldn't believe what they were doing, but at the same time, she couldn't tear her eyes away. She was transfixed by the sight of her sister-in-law's bare thighs, the way her nightgown was bunched up around her waist.
She felt a surge of desire wash over her as she watched Chandu's rough hands explore Rani's body. She couldn't believe the way her own body was responding to this act of degradation.
But as much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn't ignore the growing wetness between her legs. She clenched her thighs together, trying to stifle the feeling, but it only seemed to intensify. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan as she watched Chandu thrust himself against Rani's body.
He continued kissing her passionately, his tongue working hard to find a way into her mouth.
Rani tried her best to push him away, but he was relentless. His other hand traveled down to her breasts and started fondling them roughly. Shreya watched as Rani cried out, begging him to stop. But Chandu just laughed and continued his assault on her.
Shreya couldn't believe what was happening in front of her. She had wanted to see a raw sexual encounter, but not like this. Not when it involved someone she loved and cared for. She hated Chandu in that moment for what he was doing to her sister-in-law.
And yet, she couldn't deny the excitement and fascination that was building up within her. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, pumping hot blood through her veins. She could feel her nipples pebbling beneath her bra, straining against the fabric. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, dampening her underwear.
"Chandu remove her nightgown." Shreya screamed, even shocking herself after hearing the words coming out of her mouth. 
She shouldn't have said that, she thought. She wanted to order him to stop immediately, but her head was buzzing, her mind was muddled. She couldn't think straight. The sight of her sister-in-law's body being groped by the old man had ignited a fire in Shreya's loins, something she had never experienced before, and her traitorous body had betrayed her by responding with a sudden and overwhelming wave of desire.
Chandu stopped and looked at Shreya with amusement on his face. Even Rani looked at Shreya in disbelief. However, Shreya was too overwhelmed by the sight in front of her to backtrack her request.
"Get her out of her nighty, you despicable old man!" she yelled again, trying to sound more authoritative. Chandu shrugged and went back to his acts on Rani, groping her breasts harder. Shreya's stomach churned with disgust, but she noticed that Rani's cries for mercy had subsided and she didn't seem to be resisting Chandu anymore.
She was staring blankly ahead, her eyes dull and lifeless.
"Rani, are you alright?" Shreya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rani didn't reply, but Shreya saw a tear roll down her cheek.
It seemed like Rani had given up. She lay there, lifeless, as Chandu continued to grope her. Her only source of strength in the room, Shreya, had betrayed her. 
Shreya shouted in excitement for Chandu to pull off her nightgown. She couldn't comprehend the switch in Rani's behavior from trying to resist the deplorable man to lying there, a mere rag doll.
Rani gave her a blank look and asked, "Is this what you want?" her voice was void of any emotion.
Shreya didn't know how to react. She had initially planned for Rani to corporate, but seeing Rani in this state, her defenses broken down, something else stirred within her. A twisted mix of desire and guilt surged through her.
"Yes, Rani. Common, let's smash the boundaries of this orthodox world together. Teach the ways of sex so I can be prepared for my marriage when time comes. So me that sex isn't meant to be painful and it is pleasurable for both man and woman." Shreya said trying to justify her request.
Rani gave her a disapproving look and gritted her teeth. "...smash the boundaries together she says. 'Together'. I am the one sacrificing my body for her own selfish sake." Rani mumbled taking her venomous gaze away from Shreya.
She then turned to Chandu, whose hands were groping her body without any remorse. Rani closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt humiliated and used, but she knew she had to go through with it.
Chandu seized the moment and began kissing her again. This time, he forced his tongue into her mouth, making her gag.
Rani gathered all her strength and pushed him away. She then proceeded to take off her nightgown, revealing her creamy white body, hidden by just a bra and panty.
"Dumbfuck doesn't even know how expensive silk gowns can be."
Rani mumbled under her breath as she looked at the ruined nightgown on the floor. She then turned to Shreya, who was sitting awkwardly in her chair, and said, "If you want to learn about sex, we might as well do this right."
Rani reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it slide off her shoulders and fall to the ground, exposing her bare breasts to Chandu and Shreya. Shreya couldn't help but stare at Rani's perfect, round breasts with their dark pink nipples.
She had never seen her sister-in-law completely naked before, and the sight was deeply arousing.
Rani, however, seemed to be in a trance, her eyes glazed over as she lay back on the bed. Shreya could see the deep sadness and hurt in her eyes, and it made her heart ache. But it seemed like the old lioness was back.
Gone was the defeated woman from a while ago. She positioned herself on the bed in way her back rested on the headboard. She gave Chandu a lifeless look inviting him to continue. 
He didn't hesitate as he pounced on her like a beast. He mounted her as she lay expressionless on the bed. Rani turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. Chandu was on his knees and spread her legs wide apart to position himself between them. He cupped Rani's face and began kissing her staring from her left ear. He started with a gentle nibble and continued kissing and sucking her ear. Rani couldn't help but flinch at the sensation. She was not used to such degrading treatment. Shreya watched as her sister-in-law's body trembled under the onslaught. She couldn't tell whether it was fear, disgust or pleasure coursing through Rani's veins.
Meanwhile, Chandu continued his descent kissing Rani's neck and collarbone, inhaling the scent of her skin. He groped her breasts, pinching her nipples and eliciting a gasp from Rani. He turned her face towards him and for few seconds, tried to take in the raw beauty of her, which was marred by few lines of tension on her forehead, which Shreya could make out from her distance. He then pressed his lips against hers. Rani remained stiff, not responding to his kisses at first. It was not because she didn't want to give herself in (well that was also the case) but his mouth smelled like something she couldn't recognize but hated instantly. Shreya did give him a bath but his mouth was still filthy from him not brushing his teeth in many decades. 
Rani could not bear the smell of the layers of his bad breath and turned her head away. But, Chandu was in no mood to stop, he was on a roll. He gripped Rani's face with his rough, dirty hands and forced her to look at him. He again pressed his lips 
against hers, trying to part them open with his tongue. Rani struggled at first, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong for her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and began exploring its depths. Rani tried her best to suppress her gag reflex as he slobbered all over her.
Shreya watched the scene unfold with a mix of fascination and disgust. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but at the same time, she couldn't look away.
Rani would taste years old food stuck in his mouth mixed with taste of betelnut and cheap cigarettes. 
Her reaction was expected as she gagged and tried to push him away, but Chandu was much stronger who had spent years in hard labor.
Shreya squirmed in her seat, feeling a mix of disgust and excitement at the sight before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the growing wetness between her legs.
She watched as he groped and fondled Rani's breasts, pinching her nipples and eliciting soft whimpers from her.
Rani's eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of pain and disgust as he continued his assault on her body. Shreya couldn't believe the sight before her, her idol, her sister-in-law reduced to this. She was torn between her own arousal and the guilt of watching this unfold.
She wanted to look away, to protect Rani's modesty and purity, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that surged through her veins as she watched.
Soon they exchanged their saliva, their tongues twisting and swirling around each other. Chandu thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against Rani's thigh. She could feel the hardness of his erection her skin. But there was plenty of time before the giant phallus would enter her.
In the meantime, Chandu's rough hands were roaming over her body. He grabbed her ass, kneading it like dough as they kissed, pushing her legs apart to gain better access to her center. Rani didn't want to fully commit, trying to keep hold of the last few shreds of her dignity. So she decided to keep going with the act without letting herself loose.
Rani kept her thighs tightly pressed together, trying to block any unwanted touch from Chandu's filthy hands. However, the old man was determined and persistent, and soon he managed to wedge himself between her legs.
He sucked on her neck, leaving a hickey on her pale skin, going down to her perky nipples, flicking and swirling his tongue around them, causing her to moan out in pleasure.
His rough, calloused hands groped and squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, making them stiffen in response.
Rani's body was responding to the sensations, despite her fighting her mind and her conscience. She stayed firm, not trying to give in to her body. If it was any other person, they would have given in to the pleasure. But this was Rani, she was so strong mentally that she continued to fight her body while co-operating with Chandu modestly. 
Chandu now being bored of her breast, stood up and grabbed her by her hair. He pulled her up and made her sit on her knees. Now his giant fully erect member was staring her in the face. He wrapped her hair in his fist, pulling it tightly and obtaining full control of her head.
She winced in pain but didn't protest. He pushed her face closer to his crotch and forced her to take him in her mouth. She tried to resist at first, but his grip on her hair was too tight. She opened her mouth and allowed him inside.
Shreya watched in shock as Rani's head moved back and forth, taking in Chandu's length. She looked up at her sister-in-law with sadness and guilt in her eyes, seeing her reduced to this.
The act of fellatio was rough and obscene, and yet, there was something animalistic about it that excited Shreya. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of Rani's lips wrapped around Chandu's shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him deep into her mouth.
Rani quickly took his length in her mouth, trying to get this over with as fast as possible. But Chandu had other plans, he gripped her hair tighter, making sure she couldn't move an inch. He started thrusting his hips, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
Rani gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she continued to service him, knowing that it was the only way to get this over with.
Shreya watched in awe and horror as Rani took Chandu's cock in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with each thrust. She couldn't believe what she was seeing – her sister-in-law, a woman she admired and looked up to, reduced to this. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that was coursing through her veins.
She could feel her own arousal growing as she watched, her body responding to the explicit display of sexuality. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her bra, and a warmth spreading between her legs. She shifted in her seat, trying to stifle the growing ache in her loins.

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As she watched, she could see the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of Chandu's cock.
Rani's eyes watered as he thrust deeper into her mouth, but she refused to back down. She could feel the thickness of his cock, the veins standing out on his shaft, the salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue. She gagged and tried to pull away, but Chandu held her in place, his grip on her hair tightening.
Spit dribbled down her chin, mixing with the tears that streamed down her face. Shreya watched, her heart racing, as Rani's throat worked to take in Chandu's length. It was a degrading sight, but Shreya couldn't deny the heat that pooled in her lower belly, the tightening of her nipples against the lace of her bra.
The speed of Rani's head had increased rapidly and now her head seemed like a blur.
The sound of her sucking and slurping combined with the low groans of Chandu was the ultimate aphrodisiac for Shreya. She couldn't believe how this situation had escalated. From a simple request to witness a sexual act, to being a part of this shocking display. She felt filthy and guilty for enjoying the scene before her, but the pleasure surging through her was so intense that she found herself unable to resist it.
With one last hard thrust, Chandu released into Rani's mouth, and she struggled to swallow his load.
Shreya watched in amazement as Rani pulled back, her cheeks hollow, and the last of Chandu's cum dripping down her chin. She was about to spit everything out when Chandu, with an evil gleam in his eyes, leaned forward and gripped her chin tightly.
Shreya watched in horror as her once-respected sister-in-law obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the vile substance, her throat working convulsively.
Rani was degusted from what just happened. 
She felt so degraded, so violated. She felt like a mere object, a tool to fulfill some sick man's twisted fantasies. Her face was red, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Chandu smirked as he watched Rani swallow his load. He then pulled out of her mouth, leaving Rani gasping for air. "Good girl," he grunted as he stood up, his flaccid cock still glistening with Rani's saliva.
Shreya couldn't believe what just happened.
Rani made a face of disgust, as if trying to rid the taste of his semen from her mouth. She stood up with shaky legs and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"That was fucking vile." Rani hissed under her breath, referring to the taste of Chandu's semen. But she couldn't stand and fell back on the bed. Chandu too, feeling exhausted fell on her. But the act was not done yet. 
There was still the penetration left of the raw sexual encounter.
As Chandu lay on top of Rani, his flaccid cock still resting between her legs, Shreya watched in anticipation. She couldn't believe what she was about to witness, but she couldn't deny the excitement that was thrumming through her veins.
She wanted to look away, to protect Rani's dignity, but at the same time, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
Rani lied on the bed trying to move Chandu who fell directly on her trying to crush her under his heavy weight.
She gave out a weak scream.
"Get off me you old prick! You're heavy." Rani exclaimed with as much strength she could muster in her current state of mind.
She didn't want to sound too harsh on Chandu, but she couldn't deny the anger and disgust boiling up inside of her.
Chandu paid no attention to her words and continued to lie on her. He was enjoying the feeling of Rani's warm, soft body beneath him, even if she wasn't fully embracing the act.
Rani let out a sigh in defeat and allowed him to rest on top of her.
It wasn't the weight of his body that bothered her, but the feeling of being invaded and defiled. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying to calm herself down. She felt his hand explore her body and grope her breasts, squeezing them like a ripe fruit. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in disgust and pain.
Shreya watched from her spot on the chair, her body trembling with anticipation. She felt a mix of excitement and shame wash over her as she watched her sister-in-law being violated by the filthy old man.
Rani looked at Shreya and said "Bring a bowl of oil, some old clothes and a sheet of plastic wrap. Also you did a really terrible job of cleaning him. He still stinks." 
Rani hissed under her breath, rolling her eyes at Shreya's failed attempt at cleaning Chandu.
Shreya swallowed the lump in her throat and quickly got up from her chair. She nodded and hurried out of the room, trying to ignore the guilt and shame that was eating away at her. She took a quick detour to her own bedroom and grabbed a bottle of coconut oil from her dresser. She didn't want Chandu to touch Rani without any lubrication.
It would be painful for Rani otherwise. Shreya quickly returned to Rani's bedroom with the requested items.
Rani looked at the objects in Shreya's hand and nodded in approval. Rani asked Shreya to lay the plastic wrap around the bed so that the floor didn't get stained. Rani took the coconut oil from Shreya and applied a generous amount to Chandu's semi-erect penis.
Shreya watched as her sister-in-law's delicate hands stroked Chandu's shaft, and the thick oil dripped down his length. Rani's face was expressionless, but her eyes were filled with determination. She was going to see this through, no matter how degrading or disgusting it was.
Within a few minutes, Chandu was hard and ready to penetrate Rani. She took a deep breath and spread her legs wider, allowing Chandu to position himself between them. Shreya watched with bated breath as Chandu's thick cock slid between Rani's slick folds.
Rani winced as the tip of his cock pressed against her opening. It had been years since she had been penetrated, and she knew it was going to be painful. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable.
"Do it already," she muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and anger.
Chandu didn't need any further encouragement. He pushed forward, his cock slowly sliding into Rani's tight channel. She gasped as she felt him fill her, the sensation almost overwhelming.
Shreya watched in fascination as Rani's body stretched to accommodate Chandu's girth. It was a raw and intense sight, one that made her heart race and her body tingle with desire.
But it was too much for Rani. The dick was way too big for her tight and barely pussy. She screamed in pain as Chandu forced it inside her. It hurt, it burned, and she felt like she was being ripped open.
"Holy fucking shit, stop!" She cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. But Chandu didn't listen. He kept thrusting into her, reveling in the feeling of her tightness around him.
Shreya watched in horror as her sister-in-law was being taken against her will. She felt helpless and disgusted.
The pain was unbearable, but even worse was the feeling of being used and degraded. She couldn't understand how she ended up in this situation, with a filthy old man taking advantage of her. She tried to push him away, to fight back, but he was too strong. He held her down, his hands grasping at her breasts, his mouth covering hers in sloppy, forceful kisses.
The smell of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath made Rani gag, but he didn't seem to care.
He continued to thrust into her, his grunts and moans filling the room. Rani's body felt like it was on fire, and she could feel the warmth of her own blood trickling down her thighs.
Shreya watched in disbelief as her sister-in-law was being defiled by the old man. She felt a mix of emotions: shock, disgust, guilt, and anger. How could she let this happen? How could she be a part of this? But at the same time, she couldn't deny the arousal that was building up inside of her.
She clenched her thighs together as she watched Chandu thrust into Rani with reckless abandon, feeling a surge of wetness between her legs. She felt ashamed of her own desires, but she couldn't help it.
Meanwhile, Rani's body had adjusted to the intrusion and the pain had subsided, replaced by a dull throbbing. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the pleasure instead, thinking about how this was all part of her plan to make Shreya understand the realities of marriage and sex.
"Rani, are you okay?" Shreya asked, her voice shaking with concern.
Rani opened her eyes and saw her young sister-in-law looking at her with a worried expression. She nodded reassuringly and whispered, "I'm fine, just focus on what you're doing."
Shreya nodded and turned her attention back to Chandu, who had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pleasure.
She could see the veins on his neck throbbing, and his lips were curled back in a low growl as he moved his hips back and forth.
Rani moaned softly, her body responding instinctively to the rhythm of Chandu's thrusts. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge with each stroke, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the familiar tingling sensation build up.
Shreya watched as Rani's body writhed in pleasure, her breasts jiggling with each movement.
She couldn't believe what she was witnessing - her innocent, naïve sister-in-law being pleasured by an old, filthy man. But even more shocking was the fact that she herself was getting turned on by the scene before her. She could feel her nipples harden under her bra, and a warmth spread between her legs.
She couldn't deny it anymore - she was aroused.
Rani's breathing became faster, and Shreya could see the pleasure building up on her face.
She closed her eyes, her delicate features contorted in ecstasy as Chandu continued his assault on her body.
"Oh God," she moaned, her voice echoing through the room. "Harder, harder."
Chandu obliged, thrusting his hips forcefully against Rani's. With each stroke, the bed creaked and groaned under their weight, the springs protesting against the rough treatment.
Sweat glistened on their bodies, mixing with the oil that Rani had applied earlier.
The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Shreya sat back in her chair, watching in fascination as her sister-in-law was pleasured by the old man. Her eyes were glued to the movement of their bodies, taking in every little detail.
She watched as Chandu reached down to grip Rani's hips, pulling her closer to him as he thrust deeper into her. Rani's moans grew louder, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Shreya watched as the old man's thrusts became more frenzied, his body slamming against Rani's with a desperate urgency. Rani's body trembled with each impact, her breath hitching as she felt herself on the brink of release.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her.
Chandu grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own climax. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Rani, his body shuddering as he filled her with his seed.
Rani whimpered, her own orgasm subsiding as she felt him pump his release into her. She could feel it filling her up, leaking out of her, and she couldn't help but feel dirty and disgusted.
But there was no turning back now. The deed was done. She lay there, limp and exhausted, as the weight of what had just transpired settled upon her. She had allowed herself to be defiled, all in the name of a social experiment.
Shreya watched, her own arousal building as she witnessed the dirty deed being done.
She couldn't believe how filthy and raw the encounter was, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. She saw Rani's body trembling with pleasure as the old man thrust into her, each movement more carnal and raw than the last.
Despite her initial disgust, Shreya couldn't deny the heat that was pooling in her own loins. She felt her nipples harden under her bra, and she shifted in her seat as a warm ache spread through her body.
Chandu was not completely passed out with ejaculating twice in his old age and fell on Rani, who was still shaking from her orgasm. She was breathing heavily.
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Rani's face was flushed, and her body was still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. She lay there, motionless, as Chandu's weight pressed down on her, his dick still inside her.
Shreya watched from her chair, her own body tingling with arousal. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Her sister-in-law, the woman who had always been a role model for her, had just engaged in a raw and filthy act with a filthy old man.
Shreya couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of Chandu's limp dick still inside Rani, the sight was both revolting and exciting to her. She couldn't help but feel guilty for the arousal she felt, but she was unable to control the heat traveling from her loins all the way to her face.
She saw both Rani and Chandu pass out and decided to leave them be, and finish herself off in her own bedroom.

[lattu_pattu]

I had few questions, regarding this update. I am writing the text in bold so its easier to notice.

• First, what do you guys feel about the length of the act itself? While writing I felt it was long but after reading I think I rushed things to end quickly. What do you think?
  
• Second, what do you think of me adding constant POV of Shreya while Rani and Chandu were engaged in the act. Was it too distracting?
  
• Third, I have a basic idea in mind about what happens next in the story but I would really love and appreciate your suggestions
  
• And last, please let me know if you liked the story so far. I got the idea from a half-baked Hindi story I read years ago. So I decided to expand the story into an entire saga.
  

Thank you for reading and please let me know how you felt about it and provide some constructive criticism to do better in future.

[Sakshi Priyan]

Very nice. Is she taking revenge on her bhabi. She started calling her by name.

[lattu_pattu]

Very nice. Is she taking revenge on her bhabi. She started calling her by name.

Tbh I didn't notice that lol it was purely unintentional

[sexycharan]

Interesting. Now the begger should take over these girls and make them his sex sluts.

[Projectmp]

Very erotic story.

[Projectmp]

I had few questions, regarding this update. I am writing the text in bold so its easier to notice.

• First, what do you guys feel about the length of the act itself? While writing I felt it was long but after reading I think I rushed things to end quickly. What do you think?
  
• Second, what do you think of me adding constant POV of Shreya while Rani and Chandu were engaged in the act. Was it too distracting?
  
• Third, I have a basic idea in mind about what happens next in the story but I would really love and appreciate your suggestions
  
• And last, please let me know if you liked the story so far. I got the idea from a half-baked Hindi story I read years ago. So I decided to expand the story into an entire saga.
  

Thank you for reading and please let me know how you felt about it and provide some constructive criticism to do better in future.

A1 - The length was perfect and well described.

A2- with Shreya's POV it became more erotic and has potential for an extended story.

A3- Further idea - Chandu se well spoken and can do everything like a normal person. he fooled everyone. Now he blackmails both the ladies. takes virginity of Shreya. 

A4- It was a very nice story. Appreciate your efforts and creativity.

Thanks and Regards

[KareenaKapoorLover]

Woww.. So Hot..
One of the best Erotic encounters i have read.. just too good.. keep it up .. 

[blackdesk]

excellent writing, excellent details. please give the beggar both these girls to be fucked extremely rough. please allow the girl to be fucked by other low class men after this

[Milfaddict]

Wow, excellent, what writting superb, so hot ??,
keep going like this

[Oblation]

hot as hell !!!

[Rala90]

Sema hot
Continue

[SanjuR]

Nice concept which include bhabhi's love and sacrifice for the family but
i have a request. dont include blackmailing which has lot of other stories with same concept.
instead you can add concept like shreya still has some doubts about sex to clarify that rani again and again involve sex with chandu or other people and tries seduction, exhibit, nudity etc type things with chandu or other.
if reuire we can add shreya also in the story.

[sri7869]

Nice update

[lattu_pattu]

As the golden rays of the morning sun streamed through the open windows, Shreya slowly stirred from her deep slumber, her consciousness gradually returning to her. 


The memories of the previous night's events came rushing back to her, flooding her mind with a kaleidoscope of emotions. She couldn't believe what had transpired, the line between fantasy and reality blurring together in a dizzying haze.

Her thoughts turned to Rani, the woman she had idolized for so long, her trusted confidante and mentor.

She couldn't believe that Rani had agreed to help her in this unconventional way, but she was grateful beyond words for her willingness to sacrifice her own dignity for Shreya's sake. She resolved to never take this act for granted, and to always remember the immense trust and generosity that Rani had bestowed upon her.

As she lay in bed, she couldn't shake off the anxiety that gnawed at the pit of her stomach.
Images of the night before played like a reel before her eyes, her heartbeat quickening at the thought of what she had witnessed. The experience had been at once thrilling and terrifying, a cocktail of emotions that left her reeling. She couldn't help but wonder if her life would ever be the same again.

Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Rani and Chandu were still locked in their post-coital embrace, their bodies entwined in a intimate dance that defied the passage of time.
Rani's eyes were closed, her breathing shallow and uneven as she was exhausted by the intensity of the act. She had never experienced anything like it before, and the shock of it had left her trembling in Chandu's arms.

Chandu, on the other hand, had a look of serenity on his face, his eyes half-closed as he basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He couldn't believe his luck, stumbling upon this opportunity to be intimate with a woman as beautiful and respectable as Rani.

The fact that she had agreed to this act out of kindness and concern for her sister-in-law only heightened his appreciation for her. Although he was old and almost senile, he felt chances like this were rare and he wanted to make the most out of it. It gave him a sense of purpose in this world that seemed to have abandoned him, and he was grateful that Shreya had thought of him in this way.

It was almost 11.30 in the morning. Shreya had already woken up from her bed and was making her way towards the kitchen. She couldn't believe what she had witnessed the night before - her elder sister-in-law, Rani Gupta, in an intimate embrace with an old beggar named Chandu. The scene was one that Shreya would never forget, as it challenged everything she had known about sexuality, relationships, and the people around her.

Shreya's mind was still reeling from the events of the previous night, and she had barely slept a wink. She was getting ready for her university when she got a call from her friend from uni. 
"Man I am glad that the classes are cancelled today. That means we are getting extra days to finish up the assignments!" said the voice on the phone.

"What do you mean the classes are getting cancelled?" Shreya asked, her thoughts momentarily drifting from the aftermath of the previous night's events.

"What you don't know? Where have you been all day yesterday? It was all over the news. One of the mafia leaders who was caught for various crimes that ruined the city has been granted bail from the court. He was rich and influential and used his connections to get out. People are not happy about this. Many lost their families due to that guy. The city is in chaos! Riots have broken out all over Jaipur! The security officer are trying to contain it, but unrest is growing by the minute. I recommend you stay indoors and avoid any unnecessarily travel outside the house."

Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she listened to the news. This meant that her plans to drop Chandu back to the streets had been foiled. She glanced towards the master bedroom, where she knew Rani and Chandu were still asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

The irony of the situation was not lost on her. Just a few hours ago, she had been eagerly anticipating the chance to witness a sexual encounter firsthand. But now, she was stuck with an old beggar in her house, with no way to dispose of him.

"Ahh uhm that's...great to hear. I was not in mood to attend classes anyways. Good luck and call me if you need any help with the assignment." Shreya said and hung up the phone, her thoughts racing. What should she do? She couldn't very well let Chandu stay in the house indefinitely. But she also couldn't risk taking him out onto the streets in the midst of a city-wide riot.
Not knowing what to do, she ran towards Rani's bedroom to see how things were going on over there. 

As she approached, she heard strange noises coming from the room. They were not the usual sounds of pleasure, but low groans and soft moans that conveyed immense pain and frustration. Shreya felt her heart sink in her chest. She pushed the door open gently, revealing a sight that she would never forget.

Rani and Chandu were sprawled on the bed, looking haggard and disheveled. Their bodies were twisted in uncomfortable positions, with Rani pinned underneath Chandu's immense weight.
It seemed that they had been locked in this position for hours, unable to move due to sheer exhaustion. Shreya's heart went out to her sister-in-law as she watched the scene play out before her. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude towards Rani.

Her curiosity had led her to this point, and although she had gotten more than she had bargained for, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfilment. Her desire to witness a sexual encounter had been satisfied, but at what cost?

She moved in to take a closer look. Rani's face was contorted in pain, and the old man's breathing was heavy and labored. It was abundantly clear that they had been in that position for quite some time. Shreya felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she realized the consequences of her actions. Rani had only agreed to engage in this act to fulfill Shreya's deepest desires, and she was now paying the price.

"Sh...Shreya he...he is still inside me." Rani said, barely able to form a proper sentence. 
Shreya's heart sank as she looked at her sister-in-law's frustrated expression. She didn't know what to do. "I didn't mean for it to go on for this long," Shreya said apologetically.
"I'm not angry with you, Shreya. I'm just in a lot of pain. Last night (groans in pain) he...he went on twice after you left" Rani replied, her voice strained.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Shreya exclaimed, immediately regretting her actions. "I can't believe I put you through this just for my own curiosity."

Rani gave her a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Shreya. I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to do this for you. But we need to get him off me now."

Shreya nodded, still feeling guilty about the situation. She looked down at Chandu and saw that he was fast asleep, his breathing steady and even.

Rani looked up at Shreya, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and gratitude. She attempted to smile, but it only served to twist her mouth into an agonized grimace.

"I'll try my best to get him off you," Shreya said, feeling utterly helpless in this situation. She took a deep breath, braced herself, and began to carefully shift Chandu's weight off Rani. Every movement was slow and deliberate, as she did not want to cause Rani any additional pain or discomfort.

"Easy Shreya!" Rani exclaimed "Careful, he is still inside me." 

Shreya froze in her tracks, her heart racing as she looked at the scene before her. Rani lay on the bed, her breath shallow and strained, her body weak and tired from the intense love-making that had occurred just hours before.

Chandu, the decrepit old man that Shreya had brought into their lives, was still lying on top of Rani, his body lifeless and heavy. He seemed to be devoid of any energy or consciousness, his eyes closed and his breathing shallow.

Shreya waited for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
She looked at her sister-in-law, whose face was etched with pain and discomfort. She felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility to help her.

"I need you to try and move your legs, Di," Shreya said gently, trying to maintain a calm and composed demeanor.
Rani nodded weakly, her strength completely depleted. Slowly, reluctantly, she began to move her legs, wincing as the action sent a jolt of pain coursing through her body.

Chandu's body shifted slightly as Rani moved, but he remained unconscious.

Shreya then gently took hold of Chandu's dick, which was covered in pool of sweat and his load which was released inside Rani.
The feeling of it sent a shudder down Shreya's spine. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She had never even touched a man in this way before, let alone someone old enough to be her grandfather.

But she knew that she had to do it for Rani's sake.

She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the task at hand.

Slowly, she began to pull Chandu's dick out of Rani, a mix of emotions coursing through her as she did. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever touched, and the feeling of it moving against her skin made her stomach turn. At the same time, she was relieved to see Rani's face beginning to ease, the lines of pain on her forehead slowly disappearing.

Once his penis was finally out of Rani's body, she gathered all her strength and rolled Chandu's body off her onto the floor.
He landed with a heavy thud but remained unconscious. Shreya sighed in relief, thankful that her ordeal was finally over.
For a few moments, neither of them spoke, both of them trying to get their bearings and process what had just happened. Rani lay back against the pillows, her body aching and sore, while Shreya stood by the bed, feeling guilty and ashamed for what she had put her elder sister-in-law through.

Finally, Rani spoke up.

"Shreya, I know you were curious and wanted to experiment, but what we did was inappropriate. And he was going on all night."
Shreya could hardly believe it. She was exhausted, drained of all her energy and yet, here was this old man, still going.
"I-I think he's had enough, Di," Shreya stammered, averting her eyes from the sight before her.
Rani shook her head, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but still determined.

Shreya gently caressed Rani's hair as she whispered soothing words, trying to comfort her sister-in-law. She couldn't believe the mess she had gotten herself into, bringing an old stranger into their home and involving Rani in her curious scheme.
Rani's labored breathing slowly returned to normal as she gathered her strength to stand up. She carefully grabbed hold of the bedpost, her legs wobbling as she tried to steady herself.

Shreya rushed to her side, offering her arm for support. Together, they managed to help Rani to her feet.
Her legs trembled with every step, but she refused to let her pain show. Shreya couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt and shame. She realized too late the full implications of her span of curiosity. She had put not only herself but also Rani in a dangerous and precarious position. 

She carried Rani towards the bathroom to clean her up. She was a mess.
Rani's thighs were sticky and sore, her hair disheveled, and her body ached all over. Shreya helped her into the bathtub, gently washing away the remnants of the previous night's encounter. The warm water soothed Rani's aching muscles, and she leaned back, letting out a deep sigh.

Shreya felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She never imagined that her innocent curiosity would lead to this. But something more serious was troubling her mind. Chandu had cummed inside Rani, that too multiple times last night. Shreya was scared that Rani might conceive and ruin her life. She knew that her elder sister-in-law had always followed the traditional and conservative path in her life. Becoming pregnant out of wedlock would be the last thing she would ever want.

Shreya's mind raced as she contemplated the ways to help Rani. She couldn't just leave her in this predicament. She was her elder sister-in-law, a woman who had always been nothing but kind and supportive towards her.
Shreya knew that she couldn't just leave Rani alone to deal with this mess.

"Why do you have that look on your face Shreya? The look that you have when your mind is spinning with a thousand thoughts and you're trying to hide it," Rani asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Shreya hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as she tried to find the right words. "I-I was just thinking about what happened last night. And how we didn't take any preventive measures to avoid...you know," she said, her voice trailing off.
Rani gave her a gentle smile and reached out to touch Shreya's cheek.

"Don't worry my dear, I have it all under control. I did take preventive measures. I am a married woman and I know how motherhood works. I can't just simply conceive a child through one act of love-making. Besides, your brother is really busy right now with his new line of work so we can't have a child now. We have planned this out with a doctor and I am on something called an IUD which makes it impossible to get pregnant. So don't worry about it.” Rani said, her voice soothing and calming Shreya’s frustration and curiosity.
Shreya breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders. She never knew that her innocent curious mind would lead her to a series of such drastic events.

"Now thank you for all your help Shreya but will please leave me alone to just relax in hot water? And while I have a bath, can you please take care of that geezer? Leave him where you found him." Rani said with a loving smile on her face. 
"Uhm about that Di. I have something to tell you. It seems that our guest for the night, Chandu, cannot leave the house today. The entire city of Jaipur is in a state of chaos, thanks to the release of a mafia leader. Riots have broken out everywhere, and the security officer are struggling to bring things under control. There's now way I can leave the house with him without facing any consequences." 
Shreya hesitated to break the news to her sister-in-law, but she knew there was no way around it.
Rani looked at Shreya with a mixture of surprise and frustration. "What do you mean he can't leave? We can't just keep him here forever!"

Shreya felt a surge of guilt wash over her. She knew this situation was partly her fault, and she needed to come up with a solution.
"It just the matter of few days Di. I believe the riots will calm down in few days and it would be safer to get out. We have to keep him here, just for a short while," Shreya explained, hoping to appease her sister-in-law's frustrations.

Rani sighed, her body still aching from the previous night's events. "Fine, he can stay here for a few days. But you must take care of him. Make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."

Shreya nodded eagerly. "I will take care of everything, Di. You don't have to worry about a thing."

Rani nodded, satisfied with Shreya's response. "I'm going to rest now. By the way how bad are things right now outside and what's the entire matter?" Rani asked, concern etching on her face.

"Apparently, a mafia leader, remember the guy who was guilty and involved in many crimes that crumbled down the city, has been granted bail. People were enraged as one of the mafia leaders could easily buy his freedom for his crimes and the ones who suffered his evil were helplessly entangled in the court proceedings for justice which incidentally never came on time. This resulted in violent protests and riots in various parts of the city. The security officer were called in, but the situation was deteriorating." Shreya explained.
"The entire city is in chaos, Rani. People are angry, and I don't blame them. I can't risk taking Chandu out onto the streets, not in this state. So, for the time being, he'll have to stay here. I hope you understand."

Rani sighed, her frustration evident. "I don't like it, but you're right. We can't put ourselves at risk. If people find out that we have a man of the streets in our home, who knows what they might do. Ok you can take your leave now and get that fat fuck out of my room. I don't want to see his face when I come out of bath." Rani said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the porcelain bathtub. Shreya nodded and exited the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.

She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. The day had turned out far differently than she had imagined. She never intended for her curiosity to lead to such a dramatic situation. But she couldn't deny the excitement that surged through her veins. She had witnessed something that most people could only dream of, something that she knew she would never forget.

Despite the unsettling feelings that churned in her stomach, she couldn't ignore the thrill that coursed through her veins. She had seen the raw, unbridled passion that fuelled the human desire for physical connection, and it had ignited something within her.
Shreya had always been a curious and adventurous person, but she had never indulged in such a reckless act before. The thrill of it had come as a shock to her. She felt a combination of guilt and excitement, wondering if she had discovered a new side of herself. She she finally accepted an interest that had laid dormant inside her: voyeurism. She got this odd arousal seeing a pretty lady getting ravaged by someone who was older and much uglier. The thought of someone from the bottom of social hierarchy enjoying a fleeting moment of passion with someone from the top fueled her darkest fantasies. She wondered how it would feel to witness such moments of intimacy between people from different walks of life. It was something to do with people coming from two extreme opposites, whether it was age, beauty or social standings, that sparked the ember within her.

As Shreya turned away from the bathroom door, her thoughts of voyeurism lingered. She wondered if her newfound fascination would push her to indulge in more illicit activities. She already had a taste of the thrill, but would it ever be enough to satisfy that burning curiosity within her?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of movement coming from Rani's bedroom, snapping her back to reality. She opened the door to find Chandu standing there, groggily rubbing his eyes. 

He blinked in confusion, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings before his gaze settled on Shreya.

She watched as recognition dawned on his face, a mixture of fear and excitement flashing through his eyes.

"Goo...duh...maaarnin." These were the words let out from Chandu's mouth as his failed attempt to say Good Morning. He had lost his ability to speak with age and the fact he was ostracized from the society decades ago. 

"Ok ok good morning. Now listen you can't go home, because, nevermind there are reasons, I won't waste my energy to explain it to a looser like you. So I will allow you to live inside our house for few days, but on condition that you behave and know your place. Understood asshole?" Shreya said with a scowl on her face.

She started to despise him after seeing the state Rani was in today morning. 

The man had treated Rani's body like an object meant for pleasure and left her in such a terrible condition. But she had no other option; she was stuck with caring for this wandering soul. She gave him some old clothes that belonged to her late father, and took him to a small room usually reserved for storage.

She laid out some blankets for him to sleep on, and handed him a bottle of water and stale bread. His eyes glinted with gratitude, and Shreya couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction.

After temporarily taking care of him, she went back to Rani's room to check on her but once she entered the room, she saw something that reminded her of last night's events. 

She had completely forgotten about the camera Rani had initially set up last night. 

She picked it up, its weight solid in her hands. She turned it on but it had died down after being on all night. She quickly took it to her room and connected it with her computer. It had recorded everything that she witnessed last night. But wait, there was more!
As Shreya sat in front of her computer, sifting through the footage from last night, she realized that the camera had captured something even more surprising. She remembered Rani mentioning Chandu fucking her two more times after Shreya had retired back to her room. 

So she scrolled to the moment when she left the room and watched the scene unfold on the screen.
The action started again roughly after hour and a half after she left. Chandu's dick was still inside Rani, limp from the previous orgasm. 
He grunted as he pulled out, leaving a trail of sticky wetness on Rani's thigh. She groaned as he did so, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure from the rough treatment.

Chandu got up and started slapping his dick on Rani's face. 

Rani looked at him with a tired expression but began to blow him slowly. Shreya couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes. She knew that Rani was not happy doing it and felt like her body was moving involuntarily. 

But somehow, this realization only fueled Shreya's arousal. She couldn't deny the feeling of excitement that was building up inside her. She watched carefully as Rani took Chandu's dick into her mouth, the sound of her sucks echoing in the room.

Chandu's body jerked as she sucked him in, the pleasure apparent on his face. He groaned and gripped the side of Rani's face, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Spit dripped down Rani's chin as she struggled to take him in.

Shreya watched as Rani's face contorted in discomfort with each thrust of Chandu's hips. But to her surprise, Rani never protested or stopped, despite the exhaustion and pain that was etched onto her face.

Rani was lying flat on the bed with Chandu sitting on top of her. He was resting slightly above her chest area with her face buried in his groin.

Shreya watched in disbelief as Rani's cheeks caved in and out with each movement of her head. It was clear that Rani wasn't enjoying the act, but Chandu seemed to be relishing every moment of it. His hips rocked back and forth hitting bouncing off her breast with every thrust due to the position he was sitting in. 

His callused hands gripped onto the side of Rani's fragile face as he face fucked her. Rani let out a breathless grunt every time he pushed himself in. The camera angle caught all of this with the perfect view and Shreya couldn't look away.
Soon he pulled out of her mouth and moved up a little, now sitting directly above Rani's face, who was still lying flat on the bed. He inserted his dirty fingers in Rani's mouth and opened it wide for him to drop his balls right inside. Chandu seemed to get immense pleasure from the act. He let out a filthy groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he savored the sensation of having his balls in Rani's mouth. Rani's sighs were barely audible beneath him, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his balls.
Shreya's heart raced as she watched the scene play out on her computer screen. She was gripped by a mixture of shock and arousal, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. She saw Chandu's hips begin to rock back and forth, pressing his balls deeper and deeper into Rani's mouth with every movement.

The sight was almost too much to bear, and Shreya's hand drifted down to her own pants.
She began to rub herself through the fabric, feeling a surge of pleasure and shame as she watched. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't stop either. She felt like a voyeur, spying on a private and intimate moment between two people.
But she couldn't deny the arousal that was building up inside her. She was getting more and more turned on by the second, and she felt her own pleasure begin to build.

She couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand inside, feeling herself moisten at the touch of her fingers. She began to rub herself in small circles, gasping at the sensation.

On the screen, she watched as Chandu's hips began to move faster, his balls slapping against Rani's face with each thrust. Rani's moans were muffled by his sac, but Shreya could see the raw pleasure on her face.

She couldn't believe what she was witnessing, but she couldn't tear her eyes away either. Gripped by a mix of shock and arousal, she found herself falling deeper and deeper into her own growing desires.

On the computer screen, Chandu's thrusts grew more erratic as his moans grew louder. With his free hand, he gripped the headboard, and pushed himself deeper and deeper into Rani, causing her to gag.

Shreya could see the pain in Rani's eyes, but she couldn't stop watching. She was entranced by the raw, animalistic passion that was unfolding before her. She could feel her own desire building up inside her, and she started to touch herself as she watched.
Shreya's mind was in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was disgusted by Chandu's treatment of her elder sister-in-law.

He was using Rani's body for his own pleasure, without a thought for her comfort or consent. It was a violation of her trust, and a horrible thing to do to another person.

On the other hand, Shreya couldn't deny the feeling of arousal that was building up inside her as she watched. She had never seen anything like this before, and the raw, unbridled passion of the scene was like nothing she had ever experienced.
Soon Chandu was hard again, his fully erect cock resting on Rani's forehead as he continued teagbaging her.
His balls bounced on her nose while she breathed heavily from under them. Her eyes were clouded with panic and humiliation. She tried to push him away but he only gripped her throat tighter and laughed.

Shreya couldn't bear watching this any longer, her heart pounded in her chest and she wanted to throw up. The camera caught every horrific detail of the terrible act. She closed her eyes but her ears still rang with Rani's choked cries and Chandu's filthy laughter.
Chandu got off and positioned himself between Rani's legs. Shreya watched as he reached up to his face, pulling down his mustache before spitting on Rani's slit.

Rani's eyes widened in disgust but before she could react, Chandu had pushed inside her. Shreya bit back a gasp as she watched the old man fuck her sister-in-law in a punishing rhythm.
Chandu grunted as he fucked Rani, his hips slapping against hers with alarming force.
Shreya could hear the sound of their skin meeting, the wetness of their bodies mixing together, and the low moans that escaped Rani's lips. She kept her eyes closed, unable to watch the scene play out any longer. But her mind's eye conjured up images of what was happening in the other room, and no matter how much she tried to resist, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

She could hear Chandu's grunts and Rani's moans, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. She could imagine the sight of it: Chandu's wrinkled, sweaty flesh pressed against Rani's smooth, soft skin, their bodies moving together with a fierce, primal rhythm.
Shreya's hand moved faster between her legs, her fingers sliding in and out of her soaking wet folds. She could feel herself getting close, the tension building up inside her like a volcano ready to erupt.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans as her pleasure reached dizzying heights. She thought of Chandu, his rough hands gripping on Rani's delicate throat as he fucked her mercilessly. She imagined the look on Rani's face, her eyes wide with shock and terror as she lay there, completely exposed and vulnerable. And it was this image of a woman in distress getting dominated and wronged by a man almost thrice her age, that brought Shreya to her peak.

She let out a moan, her body trembling as the orgasm tore through her. She felt a warm rush of pleasure flood her body, leaving her breathless and weak. She opened her eyes and looked at the computer screen, the sounds of Chandu and Rani's love-making still playing out.

Despite the taboo nature of her thoughts, Shreya couldn't deny the fact that she felt an odd attraction to this strange, surreal situation.
She was both fascinated and repulsed by the power dynamics between Chandu and Rani, and the way in which the old man had taken control of the whole situation. It was a dark, twisted obsession, and Shreya knew that she shouldn't be getting turned on by it, but she couldn't help it.

As she continued to watch the footage on her computer, Shreya's breath hitched in her throat as she saw Chandu withdraw his cock from Rani's worn-out pussy with a triumphant grunt.

His swollen member glistened in the dim light of the room, still slick with Rani's juices. Shreya couldn't tear her eyes away as Chandu began to stroke his cock, his grip ardent as he neared his climax.

Meanwhile, Rani's gaze was fixed on the older man's cock, jaw slack as she watched him jerk himself off. She looked utterly powerless and vulnerable, and something about that made Shreya feel a thrill of excitement.
It was a taboo, twisted desire, but she couldn't deny it. She watched as Chandu continued to jerk himself off, his strokes growing faster and harder as he neared his climax.

He signaled towards her face and the chest as if asking where he should release his load. Rani looked at him with a mixture of disgust and despair.

But instead of responding, she simply closed her eyes and turned her head away, as if hoping that by ignoring him, he would disappear.
But of course, he didn't. Chandu simply grunted in frustration and, with one final, furious stroke, ejaculated.
Ropes of white semen shot out of his cock, splattering all over Rani's naked juicy breasts and her slender neck. A small amount even managed to land on her face, glistening in the dim light of the room.

Shreya watched with bated breath as Chandu continued to spurt, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
When he was finally done, he slumped back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
Rani, for her part, simply lay there, eyes closed and face turned away, her chest rising and falling in equal measures of exhaustion and disgust. She wiped off the semen on her face with her finger and to Shreya's surprise, she slowly raised her hand and licked off the semen in filthy silence.

Rani's acceptance of this disrespectful treatment was a mystery to Shreya. But she wasn't willing to dig deeper. She couldn't deny the fact that this whole scene was getting her unbelievably turned on. She was torn between feeling guilty about it and wanting to indulge in more.

As Chandu lay there, panting and sated, Rani slowly got up, wincing slightly as she moved. She took off her mangalsutra and wiped the sindoor from her forehead.

She was shaking slightly, her body still recovering from the forceful treatment it had just received.

Shreya couldn't tear her eyes away as she watched Rani move around the room, her movements slow and deliberate. She was naked, her body glistening with a mixture of sweat and Chandu's semen.

Shreya watched as Rani retrieved a cloth from the dresser and began to clean herself up. Her movements were mechanical, as if she was on autopilot, going through the motions without really thinking about what she was doing.

Shreya watched, mesmerized, as Rani slowly cleaned herself up, her body still trembling slightly from the forceful sex.
Rani's slow movements were a contrast to the urgent, raw sex that had just taken place. But she still seemed capable of movement, even though she was trembling the whole time. What confused Shreya was how did she get in the state where she was completely passed out when Shreya found her this morning. 

Her guess was the second time Rani mentioned she had sex with Chandu. After Rani was done cleaning, she sat on the edge on her bed, looking tired and defeated. 
But before Shreya could move on to that scene, she heard Rani calling for her from the other room.
Shreya quickly saved the footage and turned her computer off, zipped her pants and pulled her hand out from her pussy before hurrying over to Rani's side.

When she entered the room, she found Rani sitting up in bed, looking pale and drawn. Her hair were wet from the bath she took, and she was wearing a old salwar kameez.

It clung to her frame, accentuating her curves. She looked absolutely drained. Her eyes were dark and sunken in. She looked up at Shreya, her expression unreadable.

"Are you okay, di?" Shreya asked, concern etching her features. She sat down next to Rani, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Rani let out a sigh before replying, "I'm fine, Shreya. I just need to rest."
She leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes wearily. 

"Can you bring me some water, please?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shreya nodded, jumping up from the bed reluctantly. She made her way to the kitchen, her mind still reeling from the what see saw in the video.

Shreya couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the way Rani had been treated by Chandu. It was clear that her elder sister-in-law had been used for his own pleasure, and it made her angry. She was torn between her fascination with the taboo nature of their relationship and her concern for Rani's well-being.

As she filled a glass with water, Shreya couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind.
But the images from the video were burned into her memory. She couldn't forget the sight of Rani, her body slick with sweat and semen, her expression one of pain and exhaustion.

Shreya couldn't help but wonder what had led Rani to this point. How did she allow Chandu to go on multiple times.
As she walked back to Rani's room, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

She tried to push aside the nagging thoughts in her head. Instead, she focused on satisfying Rani's needs for the time being.
Shreya handed Rani the water, and watched as she took a few sips, her body slowly coming back to life. She could see the fatigue etched on her face, and the dark circles under her eyes. She wondered how much more of this Rani could handle.
"Di, uhm I just saw what happened last time after I left. I found the camera." Shreya paused, unsure of how to continue. "Why did you allow him to have sex with you later on that two twice?"

"Shreya for the love of god please don't tell me you saw everything." Rani said, her eyes widening in horror.

Shreya hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I-I saw you with him. At least for the first act. I saw till the moment after he was done for the first time, you cleaned yourself and were sitting on the bed before I shut down the video and came here." Shreya replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't bring herself to look Rani in the eye, afraid of what she might see.

Rani let out a deep sigh, her eyes closed as she gathered her thoughts. "Shreya, if you love me, if you respect me even a little bit, please don't see what happens next. Please I beg you. You might loose all the respect you have for me if you see the second part."
"I won't Di, I won't. I promise. But why? Why did you allow things to get to that stage? I thought you said it was just meant to happen once for me to see. Then why Di-"

Before Shreya could finish her sentence, Rani cut her off. "Shreya I have had my reasons."

"What reason Di?" Shreya asked, her voice laden with confusion and concern. "Why would you allow yourself to be treated like that?"

Rani sighed heavily, opening her eyes to look at Shreya. "I know Shreya. Believe me, I know. But sometimes, you are not in a state where you can do things you wish."

Rani's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. She seemed to be lost in thought.

Shreya's heart went out to her elder sister-in-law. She knew Rani had always been a strong and independent woman, but this situation had clearly taken a toll on her.

"I had already committed a grave sin by sleeping with a stranger. I had no redemption from that. There's no way I could forgive myself or even the entities in the heaven could forgive me. I broke all the vows I took with you brother when we got married. I failed to uphold the sanctity of my marital relationship which meant that I had already sinned to the heavens to begin with. I failed myself as a wife, as a daughter-in-law and most importantly as a god fearing woman. But he told me something that eased my sufferings just a little. He struggled to form words but I got the idea of what he meant to say from the broken sentences he spoke. He said that he was old, almost at the end of his life. He lived all his life forsaken and in poverty. Nothing great or even good happened in his life. But last night fate smiled at him for the first time in his life. He got me, someone 3 times younger than him, someone beautiful, someone from a reputed household. Someone who willingly agreed to have sex with him no matter what my reasons were. He told me how I sacrificed myself for you Shreya. He told me how I gave happiness to him, a poor soul, when he was nearing towards the end of his lifetime. He told me there was no greater deed than sacrificing yourself for your loved ones. There is no greater deed then helping poor souls like him. Then he told me, to engage in sexual acts with him again. Because he wouldn't get a chance like this ever in his life. And I had already committed the grave sin of having sex with stranger. So helping him with his request would at least give me some redemption for the sins I committed. That's the reason I had sex with him, twice."

Rani finished, her voice still quiet and distant. Shreya was stunned. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her own sister-in-law, a woman she had looked up to her whole life, had just admitted to having sex with a stranger not once, but twice. And all for the sake of redemption.

She didn't know what to say. She felt a jumble of emotions swirling inside of her: confusion, anger, sadness, and above all, pity.
She couldn't imagine what Rani must have gone through – the guilt and shame she must have felt – to have resorted to such extreme measures. And yet, at the same time, Shreya couldn't deny the small spark of admiration she felt for her sister-in-law's strength and selflessness. It took a lot of courage to do what Rani had done, and Shreya couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for her bravery.
But still, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew Chandu was manipulating Rani by promising her that a sexual act with him could bring redemption for her sins. But that might not be the case. What if Chandu was right? 

Shreya couldn't help but wonder. What if having sex with him could bring Rani some measure of redemption? But at what cost? Was it really the right thing to do? Well Rani knew way more about sins and tradition so Shreya thought it best to not question her further. For now, she decided to accept what Rani said and see if it helped in giving Rani some peace.

"Okay di," Shreya said softly, "I won't question you any further. I hope you find some peace."

Rani nodded, offering Shreya a weak smile. It didn't reach her eyes, but it was better than nothing.
Shreya returned the smile, trying to hide her own worry behind a facade of calm. She couldn't let Rani see how much her confession had affected her – it wouldn't be fair to her elder sister-in-law.

"Di, I'm going to go and make some lunch. Do you want anything in particular?" Shreya asked, standing up from the bed and stretching.

Rani shook her head. "No, whatever you make is fine."

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Very erotic