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Chapter 23: Setback or An Opportunity? : Part 1

"Alokk, that's not the way to Kasegaon. You missed the turn," Shipra said, tapping his shoulder, her voice a little concerned.

"I know, ma'am," Alokk replied, glancing at her in the side mirror, "I'm just taking a quick detour to my friend's shop. I've got some urgent work there. It’ll only take 15 minutes, tops. Hope that’s okay."

Shipra hesitated but nodded. "No problem," she said, though her mind was elsewhere. Trying to make conversation, she added, "You haven’t been around the house much lately. Everything okay?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," Alokk answered, shrugging. "Just caught up with some personal stuff." Then, almost casually, he added, "How have you two been? Seems like Patode Ji’s become quite a regular visitor these days. Quite the company, huh?"

Shipra’s pulse quickened. She felt the weight of his words. Alokk’s tone was light, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. "Oh, you know, just a lot of official work lately," she said quickly, trying to sound dismissive. "That’s why he keeps dropping by." Her voice faltered slightly, betraying her unease. Alokk, however, wasn't fooled. He had seen more than he let on.

"I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that Sunday evening," Alokk continued, his tone turning serious, eyes fixed on the road. "I can’t seem to get it out of my mind."

Shipra’s heart skipped a beat, her hands gripping the sides of the seat. "Oh... that," she muttered, forcing a chuckle that felt hollow even to her. "Just forget about it. We were drunk that day. That kiss—" she hesitated, searching for the right words, "—it didn’t mean anything."

But Alokk wasn't letting it go. He pulled the bike to a stop in front of a small, secluded mobile repair shop. The sign was worn, the windows tinted. As they both got off, the air felt thick with something Shipra couldn't quite place.

Alokk turned toward her, his face darkening with a look she had never seen before. "I wasn’t just talking about our kiss, Shipra," he said, his voice suddenly colder, more dominant. His eyes, no longer playful, were filled with an unsettling hunger.

Shipra was startled by the shift in his demeanor. Her mind raced. If it wasn’t just the kiss, then what else could he be referring to? She couldn’t shake the feeling that Alokk knew something she wasn’t prepared to confront.

"Please, make yourself comfortable, ma'am," his voice now unsettlingly polite. "I'll be back in a minute." Without waiting for her response, he disappeared behind the counter, leaving her alone in the dimly lit space.

Shipra glanced around uneasily. The shop was small, cramped, and felt oddly suffocating. There was something about the place that made her skin crawl—the peeling paint, the dust-covered shelves, the faint, acrid smell of chemicals. She spotted an old, worn-out sofa near the door and reluctantly sat down, setting her bag beside her.

The door behind the counter creaked open. Hitesh emerged, his face breaking into a wide, overly friendly smile. He folded his hands in a gesture of Namaste, but his eyes told a different story. They moved up and down Shipra’s body, lingering too long on her curves, making her feel exposed.

"Namastey Ma’am, I am Hitesh Alokk's friend. Please, come inside," he said, his voice dripping with fake politeness. "You’ll be more comfortable in the back. There’s too much disturbance out here with the customers."

Shipra stood up slowly, feeling Hitesh's eyes on her. He moved quickly to grab her bag before she could protest. "Let me carry that for you," he said, almost too eagerly, his hand brushing against hers for a moment too long.

She made her way to  room behind, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the worn floor. Hitesh walked behind her, his gaze shamelessly tracing the outline of her body, fixating on the gentle sway of her hips.

The room was cramped and dimly lit, with a single bulb flickering overhead. The air felt stale, and the worn-out furniture added to the oppressive atmosphere. An old desk cluttered with tools and phone parts sat in one corner, and beside it, a small wooden bed creaked under Alokk's weight as he sipped on a cold drink, casually holding another in his hand.

"Come, ma'am, have a seat. Take a cold drink while Hitesh works on my phone. We can chat in the meantime," Alokk grinned, his tone friendly but with an undercurrent of something unsettling as he gestured for Shipra to sit beside him on the bed.

Feeling a little awkward with Hitesh, Shipra quickly sat beside Alokk, trying to ignore the strange vibe. Hitesh gave Alokk a brief, almost imperceptible thumbs-up before slipping out of the room, leaving the two of them alone in the dim light. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed was oppressive.

"So, Shipra ma'am," Alokk began, shifting closer to her on the bed, his body language more relaxed than hers. "Where were we?"

Shipra glanced at the door, her discomfort growing by the second. "How long until we leave, Alokk? I'm getting late" she said, trying to steer the conversation away from whatever he was hinting at.

"It won't take more than ten minutes, promise," Alokk reassured her, but his sly smile and the way his eyes gleamed made her feel far from reassured. "But before we go, let's talk about Sunday. You didn't tell me how was the kiss. I really got your motors running didn't I," Alokk blurted shamelessly sipping his cold drink slowly.

"That was a mistake Alokk, we shouldn't have done that. I was not in my senses, otherwise I would never acted the way I did. Just forget about it," Shipra responded with embarrassment.

"Oh don't worry ma'am, it was not a big deal compared to what I saw later that night. Our kiss was not the only mistake you made that night. Isn't it?," Alokk's voice became deep and serious.

"What are you talking about Alokk? I don't get it," Shipra replied confused.

"Let it make it easy for you. I have something of yours from that night that will jog your memory a bit." His grin widened as he leaned down, reaching for his bag.

"What?" Shipra was confused.

Alokk's grabbed his bag from behind and juggled through it, his hand emerged holding up something small and familiar-Shipra's blue bra. The sight of it hanging from his fingers made her stomach drop. It was the one she had worn on that Sunday night, the night she had tried hard to forget. How had he gotten it?

"This" Alokk said, his voice thick with amusement, watching her reaction closely. He twirled the bra between his fingers, relishing her shock. "I took it that night, and figured l'd keep it."

Shipra's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "What the hell, Alokk?" she snapped, her voice rising as she reached out to grab the bra from him. "Why do you have this? Give it back!" Her hand darted toward the garment, but Alokk yanked it away, his grin only growing.

"Not so fast, Shipra," Alokk's tone shifted, becoming rougher, more sinister. His playful grin turned into something darker, more menacing. "I'm not done talking." 

Shipra recoiled slightly, her pulse quickening as she grasped the gravity of the situation. She felt cornered, her mind racing to find a way out. "Alokk, this is completely inappropriate. Hand it back to me, now," she demanded, trying to keep her voice firm despite the fear creeping into it.

Alokk, unfazed by her tone, leaned in closer, his expression darkening. "I know what really happened that night, Shipra. You, Namrata, and Patode—I've seen it all," he said, his voice low and menacing, attempting to seize control of the situation, though his words were an obvious bluff.

Shipra froze at Alokk's word. Her mind raced back to the events of Sunday and the thought that Alokk knew all that transpired that day sent a shiver down her spine. She was totally speechless trying to comprehend the mess she has landed herself into.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Alokk? Just because I played a little game with you that day doesn't give you the right to cross boundaries with me," Shipra stood up, masking her fear behind a shield of anger. "I don't know what kind of fantasies you've conjured up since then or how you even got my bra, but whatever you're insinuating is disrespectful and degrading. Now, give it back, and I’ll be on my way. I have far more important things to attend to than indulging your delusions."

"I’m not delusional, Shipra," Alokk said, his voice steady and cold. "Getting angry at me won’t change the fact. I was there that night. I saw everything." His tone grew more assertive as he pressed forward, clearly trying to make her feel cornered.

"I figured Namrata out from the start. She’s the type—always dressing provocatively, flirting like she’s desperate for attention. You could see it in the way she acts—just a slutty bitch in heat. But you, Shipra ma’am, always pretending to be this cultured, dignified innocent woman. I never thought you’d be so desperate to spread your legs," he sneered, his words dripping with contempt as he tried to rattle her with his vulgarity.

"I should have known when we kissed," Alokk said, his voice dripping with disdain as he stood, moving closer to Shipra. "The way you threw yourself at me, moaning my name like a desperate little slut when I grabbed your soft, perfect tits and squeezed that full, eager ass of yours. You couldn’t get enough, could you? The way you grinded against me, rubbing yourself on my dick, begging for more with each breath." 

He inched closer, his voice lowering to a whisper but never losing its harshness.

"It was so easy, wasn’t it? Just one kiss and you were already surrendering. The way you let me touch you, the way your body begged for it... That should’ve told me everything I needed to know about your pathetic excuse for a husband. A real man would’ve his women satisfied, kept that filthy itch in your slutty cunt in check. But no, you were ready to go all the way with me. If it weren't for that other bitch, Namrata, I would have pounded your unfaithful little cunt so hard that the cravings between your legs would have been silenced for good."

"And later that night, while you were sleeping, I slipped my fingers inside your cunt, and guess what? It was oozing, dripping with juices. That bastard Patode must have given it to you good just like he gave it to Namrata, that son of a bitch," Alokk's tone was getting more and more aggressive.

SMACK!!!

Shipra had had enough. Without warning, she swung her right hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across Alokk’s face. The sound of the impact reverberated in the room as his head snapped to the side, his smug grin wiped clean in an instant.

“Shut up, Alokk!” Shipra’s voice trembled with fury and a hint of fear. “Stop spewing your disgusting nonsense!  Nothing happened between Patode and me that night, and you know damn well that you couldn't have seen anything because there was nothing to see!"

Alokk was shocked, blinking in disbelief, but Shipra wasn’t done. "I knew you were a troublemaker, a rowdy one, causing problems wherever you went. But I thought, after everything, maybe you had changed. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, Alokk. But I was wrong." She spat the last words out, her disgust evident. "Unlike Swapnil, you're a despicable person —pathetic, bitter, and full of filth. You can't change, can you?"

She paused for a moment, looking at him with a mix of pity and disdain. Alokk stood there, speechless, the red mark from her slap still burning on his cheek, too stunned to respond. 

"I'm done with you," she said, her voice now steady, icy with finality. "If you ever—ever—show your face to me again, I swear I’ll file a complaint against you for harassment. Do you understand?" Her voice rose, each word filled with the conviction of someone who had reached their breaking point. "You think you can throw vile accusations and get away with it? I won’t tolerate this anymore." With that, she stood up grabbed her bag and made her way towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Alokk growled, following her he grabbed Shipra's wrist with a forceful grip. The trance he'd been in moments ago shattered as anger flared in his eyes as he heard Swapnil's name. He had been momentarily shaken when she threatened to report him for harassment, but now, the fear was gone, replaced by something far darker. His hatred, fueled by his obsessive desire for revenge on Swapnil, consumed him. This was his last chance, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. His cheek still throbbed from her slap, fueling his anger. He yanked her back roughly, slamming her against the wall, his body pinning her in place. With one hand he grabbed both of her arms behind her back and with the other he snatched her bag.

"Have you lost your mind, Alokk? Let me go!" Shipra winced, struggling in his hold. "You're hurting me, and this will end badly for you." Her voice, though strained, carried a clear warning as she tried to free herself.

"The only one for whom this will end badly is you Shipra, that is if you don't behave." Alokk said pinning Shipra against the wall not allowing her to struggle free. Alokk slowly bent a little and reached inside Shipra's bag. He juggled inside for a second and fished out Shipra's panty from her bag waving it like the final piece of evidence. "I may have been bluffing about the Sunday night but what the hell is this ma'am? I saw your hurriedly stuff it into your bag after the accident."

"That’s none of your business, Alokk! Leave me now or I'll shout," Shipra said, her body trembling with mixture of fear, anger and embarrassment.

"That wouldn't be wise Shipra ma'am," Alokk said calmly as he twirled her little white panty in his finger. "I would advice you to understand the situation you are in. I may not known what all had happened between you and Patode but there's something fishy and sexual going on between your two that's for sure. I wonder how your husband would react when he hears about you two? Want me to give him a call? " Alokk taunted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

"Don't drag my husband into it. He won't believe your nonsense anyway. You have nothing to back your lies and nonsense," Shipra spat with anger and contempt.

"Oh, I think I have more than enough," Alokk sneered, his tone dripping with malice. "I’m sure your dear husband would be very interested to know how his 'faithful' wife enjoys herself, panty-less, in a car with her colleague." His voice grew darker. "I wonder if he’ll recognize your undergarments? I don’t need to convince him—just plant enough doubt. With such a such beautiful wife and he being jobless, it wouldn't take long for him to fall prey to his insecurities about you. Would you really risk that?"

Shipra stayed silent, her confidence crumbling. Alokk's word may have been crude but weren't far away from the truth and the guilt of what had already happened between her and Patode weighed heavily on her. She knew if Alok, her husband, ever discovered the truth, she wouldn’t be able to face him, even if he chose to trust her over the rumors. The shame of her actions would be too much to bear.

But with her family’s future hanging in the balance, she couldn’t afford to end things with Patode. Nor could she let Alokk ruin everything she had fought for, everything she had sacrificed her dignity for. Now, for the first time, Shipra found herself without words, her usual defiance stripped away, leaving her in helpless silence.

"What do you want Alok?," Shipra spoke faintly .

"Not so feisty now, are we? Still want to report me for harassment?" Alokk said in an condescending tone, a smug grin plastered across his face as he watched her temper cool down. "There’s no misunderstanding here anymore," he continued, stepping closer. "The moment you realized I could spill your little sexual escapades to your husband, it became obvious—you haven’t been faithful. But honestly, that doesn’t bother me. I know women like you—never satisfied with just one dick. You always need more, don’t you? And really, there’s no shame in it. If your husband can’t keep up, if he’s too much of a wimp to satisfy you, why not seek pleasure elsewhere?"

He stepped closer, his voice lowering as he leaned in. "AIl I want is for you to give me a chance to satisfy you. Let's just pick up where we left off that Sunday evening."

"Alokk, I’m not that kind of woman. Please, try to understand," Shipra’s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. She could feel her heart racing, desperate to diffuse the situation. "I’m sorry if my actions that night, when I was drunk, gave you the wrong impression. I never meant to lead you on. It was a mistake, but I can’t do what you’re asking of me. I’m not..."

Her voice cracked as she pleaded, hoping he would see reason, but before she could finish, Alokk interrupted her, dismissing her words entirely, his grip on the situation tightening.

"Come on, Shipra, don’t play innocent with me. I saw how horny you were that day. I know exactly what kind of women you are." Alokk sneered, completely unmoved by her tears. "Your real self—your slutty side—came out when you were drunk. You can’t hide that from me."

He shifted a little back, his eyes narrowing as he looked her up and down. "Just give me a try. I may not be as muscular as that animal Patode, but I promise you, I’m well-endowed. I can give you what you need—what your pathetic, looser husband clearly can’t."

Alokk’s words dripped with cruelty, and the smug look on his face made it clear—he knew he had the upper hand now. He ignored Shipra’s desperate pleas, reveling in the control he thought he had over her, pushing the situation exactly where he wanted it to go.

Alokk gripped the panties he had been toying with between his teeth, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With his free hand, he swiftly unzipped his jeans, fumbling slightly before pulling out his fully erect cock. The vulgarity of the act made Shipra’s stomach turn in disgust. She couldn’t bear to look and quickly turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the horror of the moment.

"No, Alokk, please don’t do this..." Shipra’s voice was shaky, desperation lacing her words. "There must be some other way Alokk!" She struggled against him, trying to break free, but his grip was too strong, her efforts futile against his overpowering strength.

“There’s only one way, Shipra, and that’s for you to cooperate,” Alokk’s voice was laced with impatience, his eyes burning with unchecked lust. “I’m losing my patience—I just can’t control myself with you being so close.” His gaze flicked over her body, possessive and obsessive. He grabbed her panties, teasingly wrapped them around his cock, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

He released his grip on her wrists and strutted back to the bed, his cock swinging obscenely as he moved with an air of arrogance. He kicked off his pants, now fully exposed, and sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving Shipra. His eyes glittered with triumph as if he had already won some sick, twisted game.

"You know exactly what will happen if you resist me again" he said, his voice low and dripping with menace. "Now, be the obedient slut you are and come here. We still have unfinished business from Sunday."

Shipra stood frozen, rubbing her sore wrists where Alokk had grabbed her cruelly. Her gaze shifted to him, watching in horror as he stroked himself with her panties, that twisted grin making it clear he felt complete control over her.

“Don’t just stand there,” Alokk barked, his voice booming. “We don’t have all day!”

Her mind went blank, every fiber of her being wanting to escape, but the fear of aggravating him further held her in place. Slowly, hesitantly, she began moving toward him, each step heavy with dread. Seconds felt like hours, and before she knew it, she stood just a foot away from him.

“That’s better,” Alokk growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "How do you like my dick? It's bigger than your husband's I am sure," he taunted and in the next instant, he lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her waist, yanking her closer. His face pressed against her exposed navel, his mouth rough and invasive as he trailed wet, greedy kisses across her skin. His hands slid down to her hips, grabbing her ass with brutal force, squeezing her chubby cheeks through the fabric of her saree as if she were nothing more than an object for his pleasure.

"Please, Alokk, don't do this," Shipra whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. She stood motionless, her body rigid with disgust, every muscle tensing against the horror of what was happening. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides as if that small act of defiance could protect her from the violation she was enduring. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming sensation of Alokk’s hands on her, silently begging him to stop, clinging to the futile hope that her pleas would reach him.

But Alokk, lost in his lust and driven by a twisted need for vengeance, ignored her. Her begging only seemed to fuel his desires, pushing him further into his frenzy. His hands moved with calculated cruelty, lifting her saree inch by inch while his lips assaulted her navel, each touch sending a wave of revulsion through her. It wasn't until her saree was raised past her knees that Shipra realized what was happening.

In a panic, she grabbed Alokk’s hand, trying one last time to halt the inevitable. "Alokk, please," her voice broke as she looked down at him, desperately searching for any trace of humanity. His eyes met hers, but they were cold, unfeeling, filled with lust and a sick sense of power.

"What? Do you want me to stop and call your husband?" Alokk sneered, clearly irritated by her attempt to resist. His grip on her tightened, his patience wearing thin. The hint of defiance in her voice only seemed to anger him more, his control slipping further with each second.

Shipra’s heart pounded in her chest, and she knew there was no stopping him now. The realization hit her hard—there was no escape, no turning back. She had led him on, unknowingly feeding into his desires, and now she was trapped, a victim of her own miscalculations. There was no one to blame but herself for the situation spiraling out of control.

Desperation clawed at her as she realized that resistance would only escalate things further, possibly involving others. The last thing she wanted was for Hitesh, Alokk’s friend, to walk in and catch them. The humiliation would be unbearable, and the consequences devastating. She had no choice but to surrender to the situation, to try and contain the damage before it got any worse.

"Can we... do this somewhere else? Your friend might come," she said softly, her voice barely audible, trying to mask her fear and shame. Her request wasn’t for her own comfort, but to avoid making the situation even more unbearable. She dreaded the thought of being caught, of adding public humiliation to the private torment she was enduring.

Alokk’s eyes flickered with something close to amusement, as if he relished the fact that she had finally broken. He smirked, clearly pleased with her surrender, and loosened his grip just enough to move her where he wanted

"Don't worry about him, let us just enjoy ourselves. He won't disturb us." Alokk said, his frown melting into a triumphant grin. He stood up slowly, and with one swift motion, he lifted her saree from behind, bunching it at her waist. Shipra's body stiffened as she felt the cool air against her exposed skin. Her chubby, milky, perfectly shaped bubble butt-evidence of her maturity and was now completely on display. Alokk seized her soft, tender ass cheeks with both hands, gripping them roughly as he gestured toward the door behind.

"But he'll enjoy the show" Alokk whispered in Shipra's ear, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I can't deny him this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After all, he's the mastermind behind this whole plot. Did you really think you're here by accident? Or that your car had a flat by chance?" He winked at Hitesh, the two men sharing a silent understanding, their deception complete.

Standing in the doorway was Hitesh. His eyes were wide, fixed on her exposed body, his mouth hanging open in shock, yet twisted with a lustful smile. His hand was already rubbing his crotch, clearly aroused by the sight in front of him. 

Shipra looked back in horror. Her world crumbled. Betrayal, fear, and humiliation clashed inside her, and in that moment, she tried to break free. "Alokk, this is unacceptable! I am not going to be your puppet. Let me go! I don't care if you tell my husband-I'll take the risk. But I won't let you do as you please, " she shouted, pushing him frantically with all the strength she could muster, desperate to escape. 

But Alokk had anticipated her reaction. His grip tightened, holding her in place as she struggled in vain. "Look closely, Shipra," he said, his voice loud and cruel. "He hasn't just been watching all this time."

Shipra froze at his words, her frantic movements coming to a halt. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes locking onto Hitesh. To her horror, he was holding his phone up, the screen glowing. He had been recording everything. Her face flushed with shame, her body went limp, and her mind became numb. The weight of her helplessness and the betrayal from both men crashed over her like a tidal wave. There was no escape now, no way to undo what had been done. She was trapped, violated not only by Alokk's touch but by the knowledge that Hitesh had been part of this all along. The humiliation was unbearable, her strength drained, leaving her completely powerless. Desperately, she raised her trembling hands to her face, trying to shield herself from the world, as if covering her eyes would somehow make the nightmare disappear and shield her from the torment awaiting her at the hands of two cruel boys.

"Your fate is sealed, Shipra ma'am," Alokk sneered, his voice dripping with twisted satisfaction. "Had you shown such resistance earlier, maybe you could've walked away. But with this video, you're mine. From today, you'll be my personal slut." He chuckled darkly, his plan executed flawlessly, leaving nothing but his cruel enjoyment ahead. 

"Let's not waste any more time, shall we? You must be dying to see her pussy, Hitesh. I know I am. Just make sure to get a close-up shot of her cunt" Alokk taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "I am sure this cheating whore of a wife, must be dripping wet down there," A sinister grin spread across his face as he leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Alok swiftly turned Shipra's motionless body toward Hitesh, positioning himself behind her. He slid his cock between the warm, inviting crevice of her plump ass, letting the soft flesh mold around him., teasingly rubbing against her as he lifted her saree from the front in a slow, tantalizing manner, ensuring Hitesh had a perfect view. Hitesh's excitement was palpable, his desire building as more of Shipra's bare skin gradually revealed itself, driving him wild with anticipation. His hands shook as he fumbled with the zipper, desperate for release, his cock throbbing against the constraining material.

“Fuck... just look at those thighs," Hitesh groaned, his voice strained and dripping with desire. "So smooth, so milky... goddamn." He bit his lip, almost in pain from the intensity of his arousal, his fingers gripping the edge of his pants, stroking himself through the fabric. His gaze was fixated on the slow reveal, the anticipation driving him to the brink of madness.

“Hurry, man!" he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper, thick with desperation. "I need to see her pussy. Bet it's all smooth... clean-shaven like in those porn flicks. With skin like that... bet her cunt’s a perfect, sexy pink." Hitesh’s hand trembled as he finally freed himself from the confines of his pants, stroking his cock with trembling hands, his eyes never leaving Shipra.

“Let’s find out,” Alok replied with a chuckle, his voice laced with pure lust. With a decisive tug, he pulled the saree up all the way, gathering the fabric around Shipra's waist and exposing her completely.

SLAMMMM!!!

The door behind Hitesh exploded open with a deafening crash.  Before Hitesh could even process the intrusion, let alone turn around to face the source of the noise, a fist came hurtling out of nowhere. It connected squarely with his face, the raw power behind it enough send him sprawling to the floor. His vision blurred instantly, the world around him spinning as pain seared through his skull. His body went limp, crumpling into a heap in the corner of the room, completely unconscious from the brutal impact of the sucker punch.

Alokk, who had been reveling in his perverse triumph just moments earlier, stood frozen in shock. The smug grin he wore, the air of cocky arrogance, and the lust-fueled excitement that had radiated from him were all obliterated in an instant. His friend had been effortlessly knocked out, his body sent flying across the room like a rag doll, and Alok could hardly believe what he had just witnessed. A chill ran down his spine as his eyes flickered to the source of this sudden and violent interruption.

Standing before him was the hulking, ominous figure of Patode. His eyes burned with an intensity that made his skin crawl with fright. The pure, unfiltered rage etched across Patode's face was terrifying, his entire body trembling with barely contained fury. His jaw was clenched tight, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily, every muscle in his frame coiled like a spring ready to explode. The room seemed to shrink in the face of his wrath, and the silence that followed Hitesh's fall was alarming.

Alok's bravado evaporated in an instant. His legs buckled slightly beneath him, and his control over Shipra's nearly bare body was lost. As he staggered backward, trembling, Shipra's saree fell back into place, covering her exposed skin once again. His heart pounded in his chest, each thud echoing in his ears as he stared wide-eyed at Patode, his body going cold with dread.

“P-Patode…,” Alokk stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, betraying the terror that now consumed him. His mind raced, desperately trying to piece together what had gone wrong.

How did Patode find us? He thought.

His plan had been meticulously crafted, or so he thought. Now, standing before the imposing figure of Patode, none of it mattered. All his bravado drained away, replaced by an all-consuming dread.

While Alokk’s thoughts scrambled for answers, Shipra began to stir, slowly coming to her senses. At first, she was disoriented, her body still trembling from the trauma, but the sound of Patode’s name triggered something inside her. She blinked, trying to focus, and as the scene before her came into view, her breath caught in her throat. Alokk was no longer gripping her, and the room had changed—Hitesh lay unconscious in the corner, and standing before her, like a pillar of strength, was Patode.

Tears welled in her eyes as the enormity of what had just happened hit her like a tidal wave. The fear, the violation, the overwhelming relief—all of it came crashing down, breaking the dam that held her emotions in check. She couldn’t hold back anymore. With a sob, Shipra ran toward Patode, her heart pounding in her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Without hesitation, Patode enveloped her in a soft but possessive hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. She buried her face in his chest, her body shaking as the sobs wracked her. Patode’s embrace was firm but tender, his voice low and soothing as he spoke. “It’s alright, Shipra. I’m here. You’re safe now,” he murmured, his large hands gently stroking her hair as he held her close.

“They… they tried…” Shipra’s voice cracked as she struggled to form the words through her sobs. “They tried to… to… blackm…” Her voice faltered, the trauma of the experience making it nearly impossible for her to finish the sentence.

Patode’s grip on her tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing as he stared over her head at Alokk. His rage simmered just beneath the surface, but he kept it in check for Shipra’s sake. “I know, I know,” he whispered gently, his hand cradling the back of her head. “You don’t need to afraid now. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

His words were a quiet assurance to her, but his gaze remained fixed on Alokk, who stood frozen in fear. Patode’s presence filled the room, a wall of barely contained anger and quiet fury. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Alokk as he spoke again, this time to Shipra. “Go wait outside, Shipra,” he said, his voice softer but with an unmistakable edge. “I’ll take care of him. We’ll head back to your room in no time. You’re safe now, I promise.”

Shipra sniffled, wiping at her tear-streaked face with trembling hands as she nodded. She backed away from Patode, her body still trembling but her trust in him unshaken. His presence alone gave her the strength to hold herself together. She glanced at Alok one last time, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and anger, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned and left the room ensuring to collect Hiteshs' phone and her bag.

As soon as Shipra was gone, the air in the room seemed to grow heavier, suffocating in its silence. Patode stood there, unmoving for a moment, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His eyes were locked on Alok, who was now visibly shaking, his back pressed against the wall, too terrified to move.

"You're dead you little piece of Shit," Patode roared swinging his arms as he made his way towards Alokk.

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Chapter 23: Setback or An Opportunity? : Part 2

"That's when Patode showed up and saved me from their clutches," Shipra finished, her voice trembling as she recounted the horrific event. "I still can't believe Alokk could do that to me. I was always good to him." Her word laced with disbelief and shock, as she struggled to process the betrayal. The memory of the incident seemed fresh, her emotions raw, and her body still felt the lingering weight of fear and disgust.

"Those fucking bastards!! Bloody molester!! We should report them to the security officer. I never thought that son of a bitch Alokk would stoop so low. We made a mistake befriending him," Namrata spat, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

It was around 4 in the evening. The afternoon light filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Shipra had just finished narrating the horrifying incident involving Alokk and his despicable friend. Namrata's face was flushed with rage, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. The air in the room felt thick with tension, a simmering storm of emotions as they all tried to process what had happened.

Shipra, lying on the bed, her body curled into a cocoon, looked almost fragile. Her head rested in Namrata's lap, the warmth of her friend's presence the only comfort she could find. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, staring off into the distance as if trying to detach herself from the reality of the situation. The disgust she felt seemed to seep into her bones, settling in her body like a weight she couldn't shake off. Her hands trembled slightly, fingers curling into the bedsheet beneath her.

"No, don't involve the security officer, Namrata," Shipra finally whispered, her voice barely audible, still shaky. "I don’t want to make this any bigger than it already is."

Namrata's eyes flashed with disbelief. "What? How can you say that, Shipra? Those animals don’t deserve to get away with this. They’ll think they can keep doing this to others! We have to do something."

Shipra squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. "I can't. I just… I don't want to go through all that. The questions, the investigations, the shame that’ll follow…and then what if Alok comes to know about it.........I just want it to be over."

Patode, sitting in a wooden chair by the bed, remained silent for a moment, his knuckles bruised and raw from the punishment he'd dealt. His usually calm demeanor was stretched thin, and though he spoke softly, the barely controlled fury in his voice was unmistakable. "Shipra ma'am is right," he said, flexing his fingers gingerly. "No point in dragging this out more than it needs to be."

He glanced up, his eyes meeting Namrata's with a steely resolve. "Beside, I’ve taken care of those motherfuckers for good. I made sure they'll not even dream of doing anything like that to anyone let alone even think about coming near to either of you again." His voice carried a dangerous edge, as though the violence he had unleashed was only the beginning if Alokk and his friend dared to step out of line again.

Namrata bit her lip, torn between wanting justice and knowing how much more trauma the security officer could bring for Shipra. She looked down at her friend, stroking her hair gently. Shipra's face was pale, her breathing still shallow. Her fear was palpable, like a shadow that hung over all of them, filling the room.

"Namrata, please go get some bandages and antiseptic. His hands are bruised," Shipra said softly, her voice filled with concern as she sat back on the bed. Her gaze remained on Patode, noticing the way his knuckles had swollen and split from the earlier fight.

"Right," Namrata responded, quickly heading out to find the first-aid kit, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

Shipra’s eyes met Patode’s, filled with gratitude. She struggled to find the right words. "Thank you, Patode. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up when you did," she said, her voice still shaky but laced with sincerity. Her mind was still reeling from the harrowing events, but the overwhelming relief of having been rescued by him washed over her. In that moment, she felt both safe and vulnerable, her emotions raw from the shock.

Patode shifted in his chair, offering Shipra a faint smile. "Don’t mention it, ma’am. Honestly, it was just luck. You accidentally took my phone after our little accident, and that’s what led me to follow you. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner, though—I lost track of you both for a while, and it took me some time to find you," he said humbly, his tone apologetic.

Shipra looked at him with warmth, shaking her head gently. "Oh, Patode, you don’t need to apologize for that. I’m just so grateful you came when you did. I don’t know what would’ve happened without you," she replied, placing her hand on his arm in a gesture of gratitude and trust.

Patode’s expression softened at her touch. "Like I said before, Shipra," he began, his voice steady and reassuring, "trust me, and I won’t let anything happen to you while you’re posted here." His words carried a quiet but unwavering confidence, the kind that calmed her troubled heart.

Just then, Namrata returned, carrying the first-aid kit. She paused at the door, observing the brief, unspoken moment between Shipra and Patode before stepping inside. As she handed over the bandages and antiseptic, her curiosity got the better of her. "What exactly did you do, Patode?" she asked quietly, her tone a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Patode glanced at her, then at Shipra, his expression shifting from gentle to serious. "Let’s discuss it later in the evening, Right now, there’s something important I need to tell Shipra ma’am. I know it's not the right time but the news is linked with our investigation work."

Shipra straightened up slightly, her concern for Patode replaced with apprehension. "What is it, Patode?" she asked, sensing the gravity in his tone. "I’m fine now, with you two here. Please, just tell me."

Patode stood up, his face stern as he prepared to deliver the news. "Sanju was kidnapped by Saad’s men this morning," he said, his voice heavy.

Shipra’s eyes widened in shock, her heart dropping. "What?!" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Oh God, that poor girl. Patode, we need to file a report immediately. She could be in serious danger!"

Patode sighed, his expression hardening as he explained. "I’m already on it, ma’am. The village is in an uproar. The women from the Self-Help Groups have stormed the local security officer station, demanding action. This time, Saad has crossed the line. I’m talking with the local administration and pulling all the strings I can to get her free."

Shipra’s face paled, her emotions overwhelming her once more. The day had gone from bad to worse. First, Alokk’s betrayal, and now Sanju’s abduction. Her mind raced, guilt washing over her. "This is all my fault," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I must’ve led Alokk on, made him think I was... that kind of woman. And now, because of my investigation, Sanju is in danger. I brought all this upon us." Her eyes filled with tears again, her body trembling under the weight of the guilt and fear.

Namrata, who had been quietly bandaging Patode’s hands, looked up sharply. "Shipra, no. None of this is your fault. You can’t blame yourself for the actions of these vile men. In a society like this, where women are constantly pushed down, some men just wait for any chance to control or violate women—especially women who speak up or challenge their twisted rules. You didn’t lead anyone on. You didn’t ask for this."

Patode nodded in agreement, his expression softening. "Namrata’s right, ma’am. Don’t think for a second that any of this is on you. These men don’t need a reason to act like predators. You did nothing wrong, and neither did Sanju. What’s happening to her is because of that bastard Saad, not because of your work. And I swear, I won’t rest until I get her back safely."

Shipra wiped her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. Though she knew they were right, the guilt gnawed at her insides, making it hard to shake off the feeling of responsibility for the chaos surrounding them. "Please, Patode, help Sanju. If anything happens to her, I’ll always feel like it was my fault. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know," she said, her voice thick with concern.

Patode looked at her with firm reassurance. "You just relax, ma’am. You’ve already been through enough today. I promise, I’ll get Sanju back safely," he said, his voice calm but resolute. "I’ll take care of everything, and I’ll keep you updated. If you need me, I’m just a phone call away."

Shipra nodded, her body finally relaxing a little as she absorbed the weight of his words. "Thank you, Patode," she said softly, a glimmer of trust returning to her expression.

Patode gave a respectful nod before standing up. "Take care, Shipra," he said, then quietly left the room.

"So, Shipra, have you talked to Alok yet?" Namrata asked.

"No, not yet... I was planning to after work, but with everything that's happening, I just don’t have the courage. And now this incident with Alokk… Do you think I should tell him about it?" Shipra responded, her voice betraying a hint of concern.

"I wouldn’t advise that, Shipra. Don’t take this the wrong way, but as far as I know Alok, instead of supporting you, he might start blaming you for being careless. You two had a little argument yesterday, didn’t you? My suggestion is to talk to him, but avoid sharing things he won’t understand, which could lead to another fight," Namrata said, placing her hand gently on Shipra's.

"You're probably right, Namrata. I’m not really in the right state of mind to talk to him calmly anyway," Shipra admitted, appreciating Namrata’s perspective, knowing how Alok could react.

"It can wait. He’s not expecting a call before your office hours, right? For now, get some rest. A nap will help you relax. I’ll be here if you need anything," Namrata added in a firmer tone.

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"Just let me go, bhau! I swear I'll kill that motherfucker. I'll tear him to pieces! How dare he lay a hand on my sister!" Bhiva's voice trembled with rage, his body straining against Patode’s iron grip as he pushed and struggled, desperate to break free. His face was flushed, his muscles tense with fury, and his eyes burned with a fierce, uncontrolled fire. It was as though every fiber of his being demanded retribution.

Patode tightened his hold, gritting his teeth as he tried to restrain Bhiva, who was close to slipping out of his grasp. "Calm down, Bhiva! You’re not thinking straight! Do you even know where to find her? You’re charging at this without a plan—what are you gonna do, go up against Saad Hasan on your own? That’s suicide!" Patode’s voice was calm, but firm, trying to inject reason into Bhiva’s enraged mind. "Don’t make rash, stupid decisions out of anger. You know I’m not sitting idle here. The moment I found out Sanju is your sister, I’ve been doing everything I can to get her back. We’ll find her, but not like this. Not with you going off on a blind rampage!"

But Bhiva wasn’t listening. His anger had been simmering since the moment he got back from Pune earlier that day, only to learn the devastating news: his cousin sister, Sanju, had been abducted by Saad Hasan. Sanju wasn’t his biological sister, but that didn’t matter. She was the only female in his extended family, and from the moment she was born, Bhiva had treated her like his own. Their bond ran deep, deeper than blood, and now the thought of her in the clutches of a monster like Saad was unbearable. It made his blood boil with a rage he couldn’t contain.

Bhiva was only 25, but his reputation was already known far and wide. He was hot-headed, impulsive, and quick-witted. Despite his temper, he was resourceful and sharp, the kind of guy who could get things done with a snap of his fingers. Patode had come to rely on him for exactly that reason—whenever something needed to be handled discreetly, Bhiva was his go-to man. Patode trusted him to take care of things that no one else could, and Bhiva always delivered. But when it came to women, Bhiva was a different beast entirely.

It was as though a switch flipped inside him. He became wild, perverted, and didn't cared for outcome. This unpredictable behaviour of his was the reason Patode had been keeping him at arm's length ever since Shipra and Namrata came to Ambruj. But now he needed him, and that to on this very exact day.

Earlier when Namrata questioned Patode if he had an ulterior motive,  she had been right to suspect him. Patode had been going soft on Shipra not only because he wanted in on the investigation to clear his name but also to use this opportunity to get rid of Saad Hasan. For a long time, Patode had been working under Saad Hasan, forced to swallow his pride and play second fiddle to a man he despised. It wasn’t just that he hated Saad personally—though that was certainly part of it—it was the fact that Saad was the alpha male, the one calling all the shots. Patode’s ambition, his hunger for power, gnawed at him constantly. His animal instincts craved supremacy, to be the one at the top, to be the undisputed leader and with Shipra stumbling on the investigation work he found a way to kick start his plan to dethrone Saad hasan and occupy his position.

Patode’s plan was a masterclass in manipulation, driven by ambition, lust, and a deep-rooted hunger for power. Patode's first move was to carefully manipulated Saad Hasan into getting rid of Sanju, knowing full well what the fallout would be. Sanju, though not Bhiva's biological sister, was the closest thing to a sister he had. Patode understood Bhiva’s hot-headed, impulsive nature and knew that, once he heard of Sanju’s abduction, he would be consumed by rage.

This reaction was exactly what Patode had been counting on from the beginning. He needed Bhiva’s blind fury to eliminate Saad Hasan for him. Patode knew that Bhiva wouldn’t rest until he had killed Saad, and Patode was perfectly content to let him do the dirty work. Patode didn’t even need to intervene directly. All he had to do was create the perfect circumstances, providing just the right opportunity for Bhiva to confront Saad and kill him in cold blood. Once Bhiva’s revenge was complete, Patode would be free to swoop in and seize power.

But that was just the beginning of Patode’s grand plan.

Once Saad was out of the picture, Patode’s next move would be to manipulate the investigation led by Shipra into a narrative that would pin all of the illegal activities in the Self-Help Group (SHG) operations, all the financial fraud directly on Saad. Patode’s goal was to make it appear as though Saad had been the mastermind behind every shady deal and corrupt scheme, assisted by a few minor players, while Patode himself came out squeaky clean.

With Saad gone and the investigation “wrapped up,” Patode would be in the clear, free from any suspicion or blame. Shipra’s investigation would conveniently close with Saad taking the fall for everything, and Patode would be able to rise to power taking his place, unchallenged and unscathed. This would also  give him all the freedom he wanted with Shipra. He would then seduce her into her personal slut just like Namrata. In his mind, both women would fall under his control, serving him in whatever way he pleased.

And luck seemed to be on his side. The incident with Shipra earlier in the day had unexpectedly cast him in the role of her hero, and he could feel the growing warmth in her eyes in the way she looked at him. There was a new spark between them, a subtle shift that hadn’t been there before, and he knew he wouldn’t miss the chance to capitalize on it.

And for Sanju and Bhiva, they were nothing more than collateral damage in his grand scheme for Patode—mere nuissance to be eliminated. 

"Just calm down, Bhiva. You’ll get your chance, I promise. But right now, we have to make sure Sanju is safe. Do you understand? Or do you want her dead?" Patode’s voice was firm, his eyes locking onto Bhiva’s in a final attempt to rein in his fury.

Bhiva froze, his breathing heavy as the weight of Patode’s words sank in. As much as his thirst for revenge burned inside him, he knew that Sanju’s safety had to come first. His clenched fists loosened, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "What do we do then?" he asked, his voice shaky, barely able to contain the vengeance that threatened to spill over.

"Listen closely," Patode said, his tone now calm but commanding. "Here’s what we’re going to do..."

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"You're taking this way too seriously, Alok. You don’t need to go to such lengths over a baseless doubt that Namrata planted in your head," Rahul tried to reason, his tone calm but concerned.

"Make the call, Rahul," Alok insisted, after a few moments of hesitation. "I won’t be at peace until I’m sure Namrata was just trying to get under my skin and nothing more."

Ever since his conversation with Namrata, where she hinted at Shipra having a fling with someone, Alok had been on edge. His mind, already poisoned by Chetan’s suspicions, couldn’t shake off Namrata’s insinuations. Desperate to settle his growing anxiety, he’d invited Rahul over for drinks, hoping his friend would help get to the bottom of it. Alok wanted Rahul to call Namrata and fish for anything that could confirm she was simply messing with him.

"Are you sure about this, Alok? Wouldn’t it be better to just talk to Shipra directly?" Rahul asked, eyeing his friend with a raised brow.

"No, man," Alok shook his head. "If Namrata’s just playing games, which I’m almost certain she is, asking Shipra directly will just create unnecessary tension between us. We’ve already had a fight recently, and I don’t want to make things worse."

Rahul sighed, sensing Alok’s determination. "Alright, if that’s what you want." He reluctantly pulled out his phone and dialed Namrata.

"Well, well, Rahul," Namrata’s voice came through the other end, dripping with sarcasm. "I didn’t think you’d ever bother calling me again. What happened? Miss me already, or did your new girlfriend dump you too?"

"Hello, Namrata," Rahul replied coolly, unfazed by her biting tone. "It’s nice to see you’ve become even more insufferable. And no, I haven’t been dumped—because Neha isn’t my girlfriend. And no, I haven’t missed you either. I’m calling because I found some of your stuff, and I wanted to know if you want it back, or should I donate it."

Namrata chuckled, clearly entertained. "Oh, come on, Rahul. You don’t need excuses to talk to me. There’s no shame in missing your ex, especially one as stunning and skilled as me—in and out of bed."

"Right, with your ‘exceptional’ talent for manipulation too," Rahul retorted, keeping his tone sharp. "Speaking of which, I hope you’re not manipulating Shipra this time around with your ultra modern philosophy on living an adventurous life. I heard you two are staying together in some village. And before you ask—no, I’m not stalking you. I saw it in one of Shipra’s Facebook posts, that’s how I know you’re tagging along with her."

Rahul casually dropped Shipra’s name into the conversation, trying to bait Namrata into revealing more. Though he kept his voice nonchalant, his real goal was to extract some information—anything—that would help put Alok’s mind at ease.

"What you're calling manipulation is actually helping, Rahul. But of course, you and your male ego wouldn't understand that," Namrata snapped, her tone cold. "I don’t need my stuff back. You can donate it or do whatever you want with it. Is that all?" She was clearly trying to shut down the conversation, eager to move on.

"Call it whatever you want, Namrata, but leave that innocent woman out of it. Shipra is happy in her marriage with a nice man. She doesn’t need your over-the-top modern ‘femininity’ to lead a satisfied life." Rahul's words were calculated, knowing full well that Shipra had her own reservations about Alok. He wanted to strike a nerve, hoping Namrata would let something slip.

There was a brief pause before Namrata shot back, her voice laced with contempt. "Yeah, what a nice man she has. A man who dumps all his family responsibilities on her and sends her off to this godforsaken village to face hardships he couldn’t even handle himself when he was in a job. A man who expects her to climb the career ladder, all while he chases his own dreams and ambitions, crushing hers in the process."

Rahul stayed silent, sensing she was about to say something critical.

"And don’t even get me started on how satisfied Shipra is in that marriage," Namrata continued, her voice rising with frustration. "Because she’s not—neither mentally, nor physically. She’s miserable, Rahul, and if I’m helping her get a taste of something she’s been missing for so long—something she’s been desperately craving—then that’s not manipulation. That’s what friends do."

There was a sudden silence on the other end, as if Namrata realized she had said too much. Her earlier bravado crumbled, and her tone shifted. "Don't call me again, Rahul. We’re done... goodbye," she said, her voice now low and composed, before abruptly ending the call.

"Wait—Namrata, hold on... what did you mean by that?" Rahul tried to catch her before she hung up, his heart racing as he sensed there was more she hadn’t revealed. But it was too late. The line had already gone dead.

Rahul sat back, his mind spinning. Namrata had all but confirmed what Alok feared—that Shipra was struggling, and perhaps there was more going on beneath the surface of their marriage than either of them had realized.

"I’m sorry, man, but it looks like Namrata is definitely up to something. It’s time you had a serious conversation with Shipra and cleared things up," Rahul advised, watching as Alok sat silently, lost in thought.

"Yeah, you’re right," Alok finally replied, though his mind was now racing with all the indecent possibilities behind Namrata’s words.

"It’s probably nothing, Alok," Rahul said, trying to reassure him. "Shipra’s a smart woman. I’m sure she can handle Namrata and her twisted ideas. But since they’re together, I’d suggest keeping in touch with Shipra regularly. If she can’t come back because of work, maybe you should take some time off and visit her yourself."

"Yeah... I’ll do that," Alok mumbled, still deep in thought. "Thanks for your help, man. Sorry for dragging you into all this."

"Don’t worry about it," Rahul said, giving Alok a firm handshake before getting up to leave. "You know where to find me if you need anything."

Alok nodded, though his thoughts were already far away, swirling with doubt and uncertainty as he watched Rahul walk out the door.

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"Hey, any news from Patode about Sanju?" Shipra asked, worry evident in her voice as she stepped into Namrata's room.

Namrata looked up, offering a reassuring smile. "Oh, you're awake. Are you feeling better now? Patode called—he’s handled the situation. Sanju isn’t free yet, but he has ensured that she won’t be harmed. He’s on his way here as we speak."

Shipra sighed, visibly relieved as she sank onto the bed beside Namrata. "Yeah, I feel much better now, especially knowing Sanju’s safe."

"Good," Namrata replied, pausing thoughtfully before continuing. "You know, Shipra, Patode isn’t just a womanizer. Sure, he may have a pervert mind and a bit of a wild streak when it comes to women, but he’s also dependable. He’s the kind of man who not only knows how to please women but can actually care for them when it counts." She said this with a subtle edge, her words intentionally contrasting Patode’s reliability with her frustrations about Alok.

Shipra noticed the tone and gave Namrata a questioning look, sensing there was more behind her words. Namrata’s earlier conversation with Rahul had clearly left her irritated, and the hint of disapproval in her voice toward Alok wasn’t lost on Shipra.

"Yes, what he’s done today for both me and Sanju is truly commendable," Shipra agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "Maybe I misjudged him. He’s definitely not like Viresh." Patode’s actions today had begun to shift her view of him—from a man she’d written off as just another pleasure-seeker to someone capable of genuine support.

"And he’s not like Alok either," Namrata added pointedly, letting her frustration show. "After all, it’s because of Alok’s choices that you’re dealing with all these challenges now."

Shipra stayed silent, not refuting Namrata’s criticism of Alok. As devoted as she was to her husband, she couldn’t ignore the doubts that had quietly lingered in the back of her mind for long. Alok’s decision to quit his stable job and prepare for the civil services felt like an impulsive choice, one made without fully considering the impact on their family. It had left her shouldering the burden of financial responsibilities—something she’d accepted without a any trouble initially, hoping it was a temporary sacrifice for a greater good. Yet, with each passing day, the strain had only grown, and today’s horrifying incident had pushed her limits.

She thought bitterly about how, had Alok been more considerate of their future and instead of his aspirations, she might not be here in this remote village, facing dangers and obstacles she was not prepared for. He hadn’t involved her in his decision; he hadn’t thought about the hardships she would have to endure, the strain of being away from her child, or the growing distance it would wedge between them. The toll it was taking on their family—on their marriage—seemed to be the last thing on his mind.

As the questions circled in her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder: what if Alok had made different choices? What if he’d chosen to make sacrifices for their family’s stability, just as he expected her to do? What if he cared for her just like Patode did?

"Yeah, and ever since we arrived, he’s been nothing but helpful," Namrata said, a playful grin on her face. "Sure, he has a bit of an uncontrollable sex drive, but with a libido like his and beauty like ours around, who could really blame him?" she joked. "But seriously, Shipra, if you’re going to keep pushing forward with this investigation, keep Patode close. He’s someone you can rely on, and with him around, you’ll be safer. This place isn’t easy to navigate, and while we women are fully capable, having a strong, dependable man like Patode in situations like these is invaluable."

"You’re right, Namrata," Shipra nodded, her face serious. "After what happened to Sanju, it’s clear this isn’t something I can handle alone. It’s beyond just paperwork now."

"Exactly," Namrata replied, her tone softening. "But for now, don’t stress. Everything’s under control. Why don’t you call Alok before Patode gets back?"

"Good idea, I should check in," Shipra agreed, giving Namrata a thankful smile before heading to her room to call Alok.

Shipra returned to her room, replaying Namrata’s words in her mind as her own thoughts churned. She sighed, picked up her phone, and dialed Alok.

The phone rang a few times before he answered. “Hey, Alok. Sorry I couldn’t catch up with you yesterday. The new campaign work just started, and with the investigation, it’s been non-stop. How are you? And how’s Aarav?” Shipra asked, trying to sound cheerful.

There was a pause. “Yeah, I can tell you’ve been busy lately. We’re all fine,” he replied in a flat, measured tone. “Aarav misses you a lot; he was hoping you’d come by this weekend.”

She closed her eyes briefly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I miss you both so much. I’m really sorry, Alok—I won’t be able to make it this weekend. The bank campaign is taking up all my time, but I promise, next weekend, I’ll be there. You sound… a bit off. Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine. Just… caught up with a few things. You know how it is,” he replied, his tone a shade too nonchalant. “How about Namrata? Is she adjusting well?”

Shipra relaxed a little. “She’s doing well. Surprisingly, she’s taking to the village life better than I expected.”

A brief silence hung in the air before Alok broke it. “I am sure is, Shipra, did you know Rahul and Namrata broke up?”

Shipra hesitated, her mind flipping back to the confessions Namrata had shared on their journey to the village. “Yes… she told me about it. Apparently, Rahul cheated on her. She wanted to get away from him, and maybe from everything that reminded her of that relationship.”

“Oh, I see,” Alok said, but he sounded distracted, as if weighing whether to say something more. His voice grew tentative, and he took a breath, about to ask Shipra directly what Namrata’s true intentions were when he heard a faint voice on her end.

“Shipra ma’am, are you feeling better? I brought you some homemade special chicken soup. Just a taste, and you’ll forget all about that loser Alok,” Patode’s voice drifted through the door, interrupting the moment.

Shipra froze, and with a flustered glance at the door, hurried to wrap up the call. “Alok, I think my food’s here. I’ll call you back, okay? Love you. Take care,” she said quickly, hanging up before he could respond. She barely noticed if he’d heard her, let alone if he’d caught any part of Patode’s unfortunate comment. The last thing she wanted was for Alok to overhear anything remotely connected to her recent struggles or Sanju’s incident.

On the other end, Alok stared at his phone, stunned. He sat still, Shipra’s rushed goodbye still echoing in his mind, but it was Patode’s faint words that he fixated on, replaying them over and over. Though garbled, the pieces he caught, “Shipra… I brought…you'll forget loser Alok…” struck his heart like ice. It left a sour taste in his mouth and made him feel a deep knot in his stomach tighten.

What had he just overheard? He thought of Shipra’s distracted, evasive tone and the odd excuse about a food delivery. Whose voice was that—a man’s voice, and at this late hour? What was going on with Shipra? A series of questions started flooding his mind, each darker than the last. Was she hiding something from him? All his lingering doubts and suspicions, once fleeting and easily brushed aside, now began to solidify into a single, crushing thought—was Shipra having an affair?

End of Chapter 23: Setback or An Opportunity? : Part 2

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This will take atleast 6-7 updates to have sex session between Patode and Shipra

Not necessarily

[Suraj76626]

Hi suraj,
In the world of IPL, I am not a big fan of Test match.

To get to the point where the story is now, I think these much updates are unnecessary. 23 chapters, and each one of it have 2 parts. So a chapter takes 2 weeks of waiting.

Goodness gracious, it's almost 7 months now. And still nothing happened. Someone said, it's non erotica. What's your take on it?

Happy Diwali dear,  have a great week.

Hey man,

I really don't like cricket all together. It is given much more importance than it deserve.

To get to the point, the story has come much forward in these last 7 months. With this last chapter the story has completed more than half of its run. Saying nothing happened in this story is quite farfetched I think. 

For someone who said it is a non erotica, they really don't know the meaning of an erotica. Their knowledge of an erotica is limited to stories with no plot and just sex, sex and more nonsensical sex. It's not my style of writing.

The next couple of chapters will be crucial and will be more on the sexual side. I hope it will be to the liking of so called EROTICA LOVERS.

Happy diwali man, it's always to good to have you comment. Cheers

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 24: A tender deceit: Part 1: Comfort in sin

"Is she ready?" Saad Hasan slurred as he strolled down the hallway, clutching a bottle of cheap whiskey. He shot the question at the maids nearby, waiting for an answer.

Before the maids could respond, one of Saad's men burst in, panting. "Saad bhai… Saad bhai… MLA sir’s on the line," he said, thrusting a phone into Saad’s hand.

“What’s all this commotion I’m hearing from Kasegoan, Saad? Why have you abducted a girl?” The voice on the other end was calm, but it cut through Saad’s drunken haze, bringing him sharply back to reality.

"N-Nothing, bhau… just a minor inconvenience. The girl was trying to expose our—" Saad began, attempting to brush it off, but was immediately interrupted.

"It may be a minor inconvenience for a fool like you, but it’s a massive problem for me,” the voice snapped, rising with irritation. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this could cause? That girl belongs to backward caste and with the elections round the corner can you imagine how this will look for me if word gets out?" the voice paused on the other side for a brief moment controlling the frustration and continued again with much clamer tone. "My constituency of Amruj has over 30% backward caste voters and if tomorrow any news of abduction, bang or murder came to my knowledge from Kasegoan be prepared to rot in jail, Saad. I’m not risking my vote bank just to clean up your mess.”

The line went dead. Saad stood there, the threat lingering in the silence. His hand trembled as he lowered the phone, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead as he processed what could have happened if that call had come even ten minutes later.

"Saad bhai… should we let the girl go?” asked the man who had handed him the phone.

Saad's face hardened as he tried to make sense of it all. How had the MLA even found out about something so minor? He needed answers and suddenly it dawned on him. "Call Patode," he ordered, flinging the whiskey bottle down the hallway in a burst of anger.

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"I got everything managed, Shipra ma'am. You don't need to worry about Sanju anymore. She'll be back home safe and sound soon," Patode declared, his tone filled with a subtle yet unmistakable pride. There was an air of achievement about him, a hint of satisfaction that seemed to elevate the room’s mood.

The words brought a palpable sense of relief to Shipra, who sat cross-legged on Namrata’s bed, finally allowing herself to relax. She had changed into a simple, loose top and payjama bottoms, something comfortable after the intense day she’d had. Namrata, beside her, was her usual self, dressed casually in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, unfazed by the events swirling around them. The three of them were sitting in a cozy circle on the bed, after completing their meal in Namrata's room.

"All hail our savior, Mr. Patode!" Namrata teased, bowing down dramatically in front of him. Her voice was laced with playful sarcasm, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Patode grinned, leaning back with a glint in his eye. "Oh, you'll be doing a lot more bending tonight, Namrata," he retorted, his vulgar words dripping with suggestion as he let out a loud laugh, clearly pleased with his own audacity.

Namrata rolled her eyes, smirking as she gave him a playful shove. "How does a man as mature and resourceful as you manage to be such a shameless flirt?" she laughed, shaking her head, amused but unsurprised by his remark.

Shipra, sitting nearby, felt both relief and a touch of embarrassment. The good news about Sanju had lifted a huge weight off her shoulders, allowing her to breathe a little easier, but the flirtatious, sexual banter between Patode and Namrata left her caught off guard. She shifted slightly, feeling a little out of place as she tried to mask her amusement with a polite smile. Although she couldn't help but feel a little jealous seeing Patode and Namrata enjoying themselves as a couple.

“This pervert is going to have you moaning all night, and you’ll love every second of it,” Patode teased, his voice dropping to a low, mischievous tone. Leaning in closer to Namrata, he let his hand rest gently on her thigh, his fingers brushing over her bare skin with a slow teasing touch.

Namrata couldn’t hide the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She shook her head, feigning disapproval even as she laughed softly. “Honestly, Patode, you’re incorrigible! You're making Shipra uncomfortable,” she shot back. 

Patode only grinned wider, clearly enjoying the playful tension he’d stirred up. “Oh, come on,” he said, giving Shipra a wink. “I’m sure Shipra ma’am has gotten used to my crude comments by now. Right, Shipra? Besides she has seen us do much more than just touching.”

"Today you have earned it Patode, so I will let it slide," Shipra said shyly.

"That's more like it. Anyway, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little," Patode said, casting a warm glance at Shipra. His tone was gentle, showing an unusual depth of understanding as he reached out, easing the tension in the room.

Shipra looked at him, her face softening, a hint of shyness peeking through her usual calm demeanor. "Thank you, Patode. That’s really considerate of you," she replied, her voice quiet but sincere. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a soft smile touching her lips. "But really, I’m fine now."

Patode grinned, noticing the subtle changes in Shipra’s demeanor. Her soft smile, the warmth in her eyes, and the gentle ease in her posture spoke volumes—signs that her outlook toward him was shifting. He felt a quiet thrill, confident it was only a matter of time before she would willingly give up herself to him, though his moment was cut short by Namrata’s mischievous voice slicing through the room.

"Well, it’s good that you were only joking, Patode, because you’re out of luck tonight," she said, throwing him a playful wink. "I’ve got an important project due, and, well… let’s just say you’re not exactly on my priority list," she teased, her grin only widening as she watched his face fall.

Patode let out an exaggerated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he looked at Namrata with a disappointed expression. "Oh, come on, Namrata! After all the heroic deeds I pulled off today, don’t you think I deserve to be rewarded with alteast a steamy short fuck session?" He paused dramatically, looking pointedly at Shipra before continuing. "Besides, I didn’t even get my full… reward from Shipra ma’am this morning. I desperately need some action tonight," he added, drawing out his words in an exaggeratedly woeful tone.

Namrata chuckled, crossing her arms. "Sorry, hero, but no can do. I’m on a tight deadline tonight, and knowing you, nothing is short and quick with you. I can't risk it." She smirked, shaking her head. "You'll have to bunk with Shipra tonight again. I’ll be in my room....ALONE, where I can work without your… interruptions. Plus, I think Shipra could use the company."

Patode’s face fell, his hopes for a satisfying sex session with Namrata dashed. He groaned, throwing his hands up in mock protest. "Oh, come on… that's not fair! I can't even ask Shipra ma'am for a little.... favour after what happened today," Patode whined.

Shipra and Namrata looked at each other, and in that shared glance, they erupted into a fit of laughter. Patode’s bad luck, combined with his exaggerated expressions, proved too much to resist. The room filled with their laughter, lightening the atmosphere even more than his initial attempt had.

Despite his disappointment, Patode couldn’t help but grin as he watched them laugh. The day had been a major success in his carefully crafted plan to unseat Saad Hasan. He had skillfully provoked Bhiva, stirring up enough anger to potentially drive him to eliminate Saad. On top of that, Patode had discreetly informed the MLA about Saad’s reckless actions, knowing it could damage Saad's reputation in the MLA’s eyes. This, he hoped, would pave the way for him to eventually take full control of Ambruj’s operations with MLA's support. And finally l, though Namrata wouldn’t be available to satisfy his unquenchable sexual appetite, Patode felt a thrill of anticipation. Tonight, he’d have another chance to seduce Shipra. After everything that had unfolded today, he was eager to see how the night would play out, feeling that his patience and planning might finally pay off.

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"Hey, Alok! What are you doing here all alone, man? I tried calling you, but you didn’t respond. What’s going on?" Vaibhav’s voice cut through the bar’s low hum as he spotted Alok sitting by himself, lost in thought. Vaibhav was with Chetan, both looking a bit tipsy, their spirits high from a night of drinking.

Alok looked up, snapping out of his trance as he forced a small smile. "Oh, hey, guys. Nothing much... just meeting with an old friend. What brings you both here?"

Vaibhav slid into the booth across from him, grinning. "Don't you remember, Chetan here’s heading back home, so I thought, why not throw him a send-off? He should leave on a high note, don’t you think?"

"Of course," Alok nodded, gesturing to the open seats. "Come, join me. Let’s have a drink together."

Alok kept silent his mind elsewhere. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Chetan peered closely at Alok, raising an eyebrow. "You don’t look so good, Alok. Everything alright with your wife? I hope she finally replied to your texts or calls?" he joked, oblivious to Alok’s inner tension.

Vaibhav shot Chetan a look. "Knock it off, man. Don’t start with that again. Let’s just have some fun tonight."

"I am having fun," Chetan retorted, his voice slurring as he laughed, still focused on Alok. "It’s Alok who’s all gloomy. Look at him! He’s got that dazed, lost look, like he just found out his wife’s been cheating on him."

Alok clenched his jaw, his fists balling under the table, but before he could speak, Chetan leaned in, chuckling. "You know, Alok, Vaibhav showed me pictures of Shipra the other night. Man, she’s a real stunner—a hot MILF, if you ask me. Honestly, a woman like her? Men would kill to get between her legs. You’d better keep your guard up, Alok. With an educated, independent woman like that, you can’t take chances or she'll find someone who'll make her forget you."

In an instant, Alok’s restraint snapped. He surged to his feet, grabbing Chetan by the collar, his eyes blazing. "How dare you talk about my wife like that, you motherfucker," he spat, his voice low but filled with venom. "I don’t care if you’re drunk. I’m not letting this slide. Vaibhav, you’d better control him, or I swear, I’ll beat this fucking village looser to a pulp."

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy!" Vaibhav jumped up, moving between them, pushing them apart with both hands. "Everyone, just calm down! Chetan, that’s enough—watch what you’re saying. Shipra’s not a loose characted women like your ex girlfriend. And Alok, you too cool down. It’s not worth getting worked up over his trash talk. What’s really going on with you, man?"

Alok took a deep breath, his fists unclenching as he tried to rein in his anger, but the hurt lingered in his eyes. Vaibhav’s steady gaze softened, sensing there was more behind Alok’s reaction than just Chetan’s drunken taunts.

"The way you’re reacting, Mr. Perfect, it’s obvious—you’re the real loser here, sitting alone, brooding," Chetan sneered, straightening his collar as he looked Alok up and down with a smug, condescending glare. "It’s your wife, isn’t it? Come on, hit me if I’m wrong. But I know that look. You found something, didn’t you?"

Alok sat there in silence, the words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit. Chetan’s crude accusations stung, not because they were entirely true, but because they hit close to a hidden fear that he hadn’t yet confronted. After a tense moment, he grabbed his glass, downed the rest of his drink in one go, and fixed Chetan with a cold, unwavering stare.

"You’re nothing but a bitter, jealous man, Chetan," Alok said, his voice calm but laced with contempt. "You couldn’t handle your own relationships, couldn’t make it in your pursuit to become a civil servant, and now you expect everyone else to share in the humiliation you brought upon yourself. Go back to your village—you don’t belong here. Bloody loser." He pushed his chair back with a scbang and stood, looking at Vaibhav. "Enjoy yourself. I’m out."

Alok turned on his heel and walked out, shoulders squared but fists clenched, leaving Chetan and Vaibhav staring after him. For a moment, there was a stunned silence before Chetan shot to his feet, rage flashing in his eyes.

"That arrogant motherfucker," Chetan growled, his face flushed with anger as he grabbed a nearby bottle. "How dare he talk to me like that? I’m gonna fuck him up right now for this—he thinks he can insult me? That shameless guy is living off his wife’s paycheck and calling me a loser."

Vaibhav quickly stepped between him and the door, stopping him from making a scene. "Whoa, calm down, dude. He’s gone. Besides, you shouldn’t have pushed him like that in the first place," Vaibhav said firmly, placing a steadying hand on Chetan’s shoulder. "Just sit down. Forget about him."

Chetan shook off Vaibhav’s hand, his face twisted with indignation. "I didn’t say anything wrong, man. Didn’t you see his face? He was staring at his phone like he heard a tragic news. His wife is definitely cheating on him, and honestly, that uptight bastard deserves every bit of it."

"Stop talking nonsense, man," Vaibhav sighed, trying to keep things under control. "Look, next round’s on me. Just relax, alright? Let’s enjoy the night."

"Oh, don’t worry, Vaibhav," Chetan said, a dark glint in his eyes and a twisted grin forming on his face. "I’m gonna enjoy myself just fine. But you just wait and watch—I’ll make him realize what a wimp he is. When I’m through with him, he’ll be begging me to stop after I shove the truth in his face." With that, Chetan downed his drink in one harsh gulp, setting the glass down with a hard, deliberate clink as he leaned back, his ominous words hanging heavily in the air.

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“You know, Shipra ma’am, in a strange way, Sanju’s abduction has actually been… beneficial for us,” Patode broke the silence of the room.

Patode lay sprawled across Shipra's bed, his arms tucked behind his head as he made himself comfortable, his shirt casually discarded to the side. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across his muscular frame, highlighting the ease he felt around her. Shipra, standing by the dresser, was gathering her hair into a ponytail, preparing to join him. Unlike the last time, when his presence made her feel slightly on edge, tonight there was an air of familiarity, a relaxed comfort between them.

Shipra, settled at the edge of the bed, looking over at him, her brows slightly raised in curiosity. Folding her knee up beneath her, she turned her full attention to his words. "How so?" she asked.

Patode adjusted his position, rolling onto his side, his head propped up on his elbow as he met her gaze. "You see Shipra ma'am, Sanju is a girl from backward community. Her abduction has caused a massive uproar in the village. This uproar has created the perfect opportunity for us. The women in the village are furious, and there’s a strong wave of anger directed at Saad Hasan. If we act now, we can gather those critical statements we’ve been needing for our investigation.” Patode explained.

“Well, at least something positive has come out of a terrible situation,” Shipra replied, a strange smile crossing her face as her thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere.

Patode watched her closely, sensing a shift in her mood. "Are you comfortable with me sleeping over Shipra ma'am, if you wish to be alone I can always convince Namrata to...," Patode tried to be a perfect gentleman.

“It’s fine, Patode,” Shipra interjected, glancing at him with a reassuring smile. “Actually, I feel better with you here.” Her eyes softened, a hint of warmth and relief evident in her gaze.

Patode hesitated, catching an unusual flicker in her expression. “Are you sure? Just now, I thought I saw something… different in your eyes. What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she replied, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing on her lips. “I just remembered something my husband said when I first told him about this investigation.”

Patode raised his eyebrows, leaning in with curiosity. “I’m sure he encouraged you to pursue it, right? Look how far you’ve come. We're so close to breaking through. And it is all because of your persistent efforts.”

Shipra chuckled, but there was a sardonic edge to her smile. “Quite the opposite, actually. He told me to drop it, said it was a waste of time. He just want me to simply complete my tenure here so that I can get my next promotion which would eventually help him feel a little relaxed.” Her voice took on a subtle, bitter tone, revealing a crack in her usually strong demeanor. She rose from the edge of the bed and eased down beside Patode, lying on her back staring at the ceiling above.

"I can imagine how that must have felt," Patode replied softly, his gaze steady on her. "You see, Shipra, some men find it hard to truly acknowledge a woman's capabilities for them women are not partners but a mere convenience on whoom they can unload their responsibilities. Now, don’t take this the wrong way—I’m not speaking only of your husband. This is true for a lot of men. They often feel threatened, uncomfortable, when faced with a woman’s freedom and independent choices. They just want the control to feel like a Man. It takes a different kind of man to nurture a woman’s potential, to support her, to believe in her without feeling diminished."

His tone was gentle, almost sympathetic, but with a subtle undercurrent that held her attention. Shipra remained silent, lost in thought as Patode’s words sank in. She knew there was truth to what he was saying, and the unspoken implications about her own marriage made her feel a pang of frustration she’d kept buried. Alok had been a good partner all these years, yet in recent times, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his decisions had placed the entire weight of their family on her shoulders.

"When I first saw you at that bus stand, I could sense there was something different about you," Patode continued, letting his words linger in the air. "And after working alongside you, getting to know you, I began to understand why Alok was able to leave his job without worrying."

His words hung heavy, calculated to stir something deep within her. Shipra turned, facing him fully, her expression a mix of curiosity and tension. "What do you mean by that, Patode?" she asked.

Patode leaned closer, his voice low and purposeful. "What I mean is, you’re an incredibly strong and committed woman. He must have known you could take on the burden alone. He probably believed you’d shoulder the responsibility for your family without hesitation or complaint, setting aside your own dreams for theirs."

The way he praised her felt oddly reassuring, yet there was a hint of condescension in his tone when he spoke of Alok’s decision. It was as if he were pointing out a flaw in her husband she’d often chosen to ignore. "If you don’t mind… may I say something more personal?" he asked, his tone delicate but probing.

Shipra’s curiosity deepened, and she nodded, urging him to go on.

"I don’t believe Alok made the right choice," he said carefully, watching her reaction. When she didn’t respond defensively, he continued, emboldened. "If I were in his place, I would never have left my job. Not when it meant putting so much pressure on my beautiful wife. I would have cherished you, Shipra, and made sure you never had to bear the load alone. What’s the point of chasing dreams if you can’t be there to share those quiet, beautiful moments with the ones you love?"

His words cut through to a vulnerable part of her. Shipra’s face softened, the weight of her own doubts and struggles bubbling to the surface. She in the recent years of her marriage had started feeling alone, wrestling with the demands placed on her by Alok’s choices.

"I… I sometimes wonder the same," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I know Alok did what he thought was best for us, but as you said… what’s the point of it all if you can’t be there to enjoy the little moments together? As a life partner I will always support him, but I am also human. The least he could have done was support me in return and cared for my dreams and desires as well."

Patode’s words resonated with thoughts she’d kept locked away, thoughts she hadn’t never given much importance. But the recent pressures of her life had been chipping away at her resilience, and with Patode now in the present moment, she felt strangely comfortable sharing these thoughts. Patode with his support and manipulative words was proving to be someone who seemed to understand her in a way Alok hadn’t for some time.

Patode leaned back slightly, sensing her openness, a small, knowing smile forming on his lips. He was aware of the power his words had over her, and he carefully maintained the tone of reassurance, wanting to capitalize on her vulnerability.

"Exactly," Patode said, nodding in agreement. "It’s fine to dream of a fulfilling life, but not if it means sacrificing your own desires or letting the present slip away."

He leaned in slightly, his tone warm yet assertive. "That’s why I live by the principle of no regrets, no restraints. I go after what I want, openly and unapologetically. That’s why Namrata and I clicked from the start and have such a good chemistry. To society, our relationship or fling  might come across as reckless or inappropriate. But does it matter, Shipra? Will this moment, this time in our lives, ever come again?"

His words hung in the air as he looked at her with an intense conviction. "There’s no need to feel so down, Shipra ma’am," Patode said with quiet assurance. "I’ll always stand by you because I believe in your strength and capabilities." His voice was steady, unwavering, a firm belief wrapped in his words.

Then his expression shifted, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, of course, for the rewards you promised me," he added, giving her a quick wink, his tone turning mischievous.

"Haha… you’re impossible, Patode," Shipra laughed, his playful comment catching her off guard. She felt a wave of relief, grateful for the chance to unburden her feelings, and even more so for his calm, supportive presence. Her laughter faded as she looked into Patode’s eyes, her heart beating a little faster, she felt a wave of affection for Patode in that moment.

Noticing her softened expression, Patode sensed her defenses lowering. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips approaching hers, but he paused, hovering just inches away, silently seeking her response. Shipra’s breath caught as she closed her eyes, giving him her silent consent.

Patode needed no further encouragement. With that, Patode closed the final gap, gently brushing his lips against hers. The kiss was soft and tender at first, a careful exploration that soon deepened, fueled by a mutual longing. Their movements became more intense, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment.

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Namrata sighed as she stretched at her desk, rubbing her tired eyes and glancing at the clock. It was well past 1 a.m., and she had finally wrapped up her project work for the night. Leaning back, she murmured, "Alright, Namrata, time to call it a night."

But just as she was about to turn in, a thought crossed her mind. "I wonder if Patode’s still up," she mused, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. A twinge of warmth and excitement surged through her body. Feeling horny her hand, as if guided by its own desires, trailed down her body making its way between her legs, a spark of arousal building within.

Quietly, she stood up, slipping out of her shorts with a playful sense of freedom. She tiptoed out of her room, careful not to make a sound as she padded down the hallway. As she neared Shipra's room, though, she caught the faintest hint of sounds that made her pause.

At first, she wasn’t sure what she was hearing, but as she drew closer, the muffled voices and soft gasps grew clearer, carrying through the door with unmistakable intensity.

"Ahhhhhh… Oh my God…fuckkkk" came Shipra’s voice, filled with passion, each word edged with breathless need.

Namrata’s heart raced as she listened, her curiosity piqued. She found herself rooted in place, her senses heightening with every faint sound she overheard. Though it was clear, she couldn't believe her ears.

"Mmmhhhhh… Unnghhhhhh…" Shipra’s moans grew in volume, her voice laced with pleasure, each sound reaching Namrata and stirring a mix of emotions she hadn’t anticipated.

"…Patode… you’ll make me… ohhhh…cummm."

End of Chapter 24: A tender deceit: Part 1: Comfort in sin

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Next update coming on the 5th guys.... Thank you for your patience.

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Chapter 24: Tender Deceit Part 2: Fall from grace

"Wow... That was surprising," Patode murmured with a small grin, his voice a whisper as he pulled back slightly, his breath still mingling with hers. His lips hovered just a breath away, reluctant to part entirely. His hand traced her cheek softly, his thumb brushing over her lower lips in a gentle, teasing caress. "Not only you are a mean cock sucker, You also really are a hell of kisser, much better than Namrata" he added, his gaze intense and unwavering as he drank in the sight of her-Shipra's face, flushed with warmth and shyness.

Shipra let out a soft, almost breathless laugh. "You're not so bad yourself" she replied, her voice barely above a murmur, eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and something deeper. Yet, even as she spoke, she didn't make any effort to move away, her heart pounding harder with each passing second, betraying her words. "We should get some sleep, Patode," she suggested, the statement lingering in the air, lacking conviction and feeling insincere.

Patode's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Yeah, maybe we should," he agreed, though neither of them moved. The silence between them felt thick, electric. Their breaths were quickening, becoming heavier, as they simply stared at each other in the calmness of the night.

This was one of the those rare vulnerable moments for Shipra where her emotions and the weight of the recent events left her unguarded. In this very moment she needed someone to just hold her, to be a steady presence she could lean into, someone whose warmth could wrap around her like a shield against the weight of her burdens. She longed for gentle hands to caress away her worries, for an embrace that would ease her heart and calm her troubled mind. 

In this state of deep emotional and physical exhaustion, Patode became a source of stability and calm for Shipra. He offered the support she so desperately needed, giving her a safe outlet for her repressed emotions and a comforting embrace that eased her inner turmoil. Patode proved himself to be a man she could trust, a reliable presence and a strong male support during one of the most challenging times in her life which Alok couldn't provide 

And then, breaking the fragile stillness, Patode made the first move. His hand slid down to the pillow that lay between them, pulling it away and tossing it aside. Now, with nothing separating them, he shifted closer, reaching out to gently wrap his arm around her waist. He drew her nearer, feeling the warmth of her body align with his own, their faces inches apart. For a heartbeat, they just gazed at one another, an unspoken understanding passing between them. And then, without another thought, Patode closed the distance, capturing her lips once more in a kiss filled with unrestrained passion. Shipra's arms found their way around his shoulders as she melted into him, meeting his intensity with her own.

All the barriers Shipra had carefully constructed around her for so far began to dissolve, unraveling with each passing moment. The desires she had kept tightly bottled up, the physical frustrations she had pushed aside, and her deeply buried yearning for intimacy started to surface, overpowering her usual restraint. In these fleeting space of vulnerability, her mind let go of the constant questions of right and wrong, surrendering to the overwhelming urge to feel loved, to let Patode in completely. Her heart and body, long deprived of warmth and connection, responded instinctively, as if finally given permission to let go.

Sensing Shipra’s emotional and physical frailness, Patode grew bolder, his presence started becoming dominant with each move, his touch getting possessive. He tightened his grip, subtly shifting from gentle support to something more sexual, a controlled yet unmistakable assertion of lust. His fingers traced the curves of her body with a slow, deliberate intensity. His touch both comforting and deliberate, a barely restrained desire evident in each brush of his fingertips, hinting at intentions that had long simmered beneath the surface. 

Without breaking the kiss he slowly slid his right leg between hers, causing her to part her thighs in response, her breath catching at the closeness that the movement invited. Shipra, feeling his silent invitation, lifted her left leg, dbanging it over his waist, instinctively pressing herself closer to him. The space between them vanished, their bodies fitting together effortlessly as her warmth met his in an intimate connection.

Patode's hand slid instinctively to her thigh, fingers curling around her flesh as he pulled her leg higher, spreading her thighs to rest more fully against his waist. His hand lingered there, savoring the feel of her shapely thigh, before drifting up to her curvy ass, eventually settling on her left cheek with a possessive grip. Even through the thin fabric of her pajamas, he could feel the soft, inviting curves of her body, the warmth of her skin radiating through as his hand caressed her, savoring the supple contours beneath his fingers. He let his hand linger on her juicy ass cheek, kneading it slowly, occasionally tightening his grip with a deliberate squeeze, each touch a calculated move to amplify the arrousal within Shipra.

Patode was in no rush, he knew that all his careful planning, his strategic advances, and his patience over these past weeks had led him precisely to this point. Every touch, every lingering caress, was designed to chip away at Shipra’s last defenses, melting any remnants of resistance she might still cling to, leaving her bare for him to ravish to his heart's content. He relished the anticipation knowing full well that it was just a matter of moments now before he finally devours yet another prey, defiling and corrupting yet another married women, adding another conquest to his name.

But this was nothing like any of his past conquests. Shipra wasn’t just another dissatisfied housewife. She was a well-educated, self-assured woman, a city-bred professional who held herself to high ethical standards. Shipra was a mother, a devoted wife, and, most strikingly, his boss. The challenge of seducing someone like her, someone who seemed so far beyond his reach, filled him with a sense of exhilaration he had never felt before.

The thought of getting her to open her legs for a man other than her husband and finally turning a loyal faithful wife into a cock hungry cheating slut, gave Patode an intoxicating rush--an ecstasy he had never before experienced. It was a delicious contradiction to watch someone so principled succumb to desire, her marital vows crumbling under the weight of their illicit connection. But what excited him the most was the tantalizing anticipation of what was to come.

Patode was pulled from his reverie as Shipra broke their deep kiss, gasping for air, her breath quickening as the weight of the moment settled around them. Not wanting to give her a moment to think, Patode swiftly maneuvered into a dominating position above her, asserting his presence with a mix of confidence and urgency. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Patode began his passionate assault on her neck. He started by licking and nibbling at her skin, trailing soft, lingering kisses along her nape while pinning her gently yet firmly beneath him on the bed. Each touch was electric, igniting sparks of desire that coursed through Shipra's body, overwhelming her senses.

Shipra, still recovering from the haze of their consecutive passionate kisses, felt a jolt of pleasure radiate through her as Patode lavished attention on one of her most erogenous zone. The contrast between his firm grip and the softness of his lips sent waves of heat spiraling through her, stirring a deep longing she had almost forgotten.

As he explored her neck, his mouth started traveling lower, Shipra closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations that washed over her. The intoxicating combination of his warm breath and the urgency of his kisses filled her with a thrilling mix of excitement and apprehension. Each playful bite and tender kiss made her heart race, heightening her awareness of every brush of his lips against her skin.

With her eyes closed, Shipra's arms flung behind Patode's head, fingers threading through his hair as she began to moan softly, lost in the pleasure she had desperately craved. Patode, well-versed in the art of pleasuring a woman, continued his passionate assault, slowly shifting lower on her body.

In mere moments, he lifted her top, exposing her bra-clad ample breasts, the fabric unable to contain the fullness beneath it. As he moved to her navel, he maintained his teasing rhythm, his lips and tongue exploring her smooth, flat tummy. Shipra arched her back, a delightful mix of ticklish sensations and raw pleasure coursing through her as Patode nuzzled against her soft skin.

His hands slid upward, gently squeezing her tender breasts above the lace of her bra, heightening her senses and drawing more soft sounds of pleasure from her lips. The dual sensations of his mouth on her belly and his hands on her chest sent waves of desire crashing through her, enveloping her in a blissful haze. Each touch was a delicious promise, igniting her body with anticipation as she surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their encounter.

“Whooosshh… Snap!!”

With a rustling sound, Patode untied the string of Shipra's pajamas, pulling her out of her haze. She lifted her head, her heart racing as she found Patode positioned between her legs, gripping the waistband of her pajamas and ready to tug them down. Their lust-filled eyes locked in an intense gaze, igniting a spark of physical hunger between them.

“Just the pajamas, Patode,” Shipra whispered, registering her consent. With a teasing arch of her hips, she lifted herself from the bed, giving him the perfect angle to slip his hands beneath the waistband of her pajamas. Slowly, he peeled the fabric down over her hips, letting it glide along the smooth curves of her body. The soft material slid over her firm, rounded bottom, then down her toned thighs, his gaze drinking in every inch as he inched the pajamas off, unveiling her bit by bit. Finally, he slid them completely off her legs, leaving her bare and vulnerable before him.

Shipra let out a soft gasp, her body tingling under his intense gaze. Patode's eyes roamed over her, appreciating every curve and hollow, the way her skin glowed under the dim light. He paused, the admiration clear in his expression as he took her in fully.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he let his eyes wander over her form. The compliment hung in the air, making her heart race, her cheeks flushed. He reached out, brushing a hand along her thigh, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin.

"Loose the top as well, Shipra,” Patode urged in a husky voice, his desire palpable as he rose from the bed, quickly discarding his vest and trousers, leaving only his boxer briefs that showcased a prominent bulge.

His voice low and coaxing, sending a shiver down her spine. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way he spoke, that made her want to give herself to him completely. Meeting his gaze, Shipra's hands drifted to the hem of her top, her fingers hesitating just a mnoment before she pulled it up, letting the fabric slip off her shoulders, tossing it aside onto the floor, leaving her clad only in a light blue matching bra and panties. The fabric hugged her body, accentuating her curves and the softness of her skin.

Sitting in the middle of the bed, Shipra's heart raced, the cool air brushing against her exposed skin heightened her senses. Patode stood before her, radiating lust and desire, his boxer briefs tenting prominently, a clear testament to his arousal. The guilt and hesitation that had held her back until now, the weight of knowing she was getting involved in an act of adultery, faded away, buried deep beneath her growing need to fulfill her own desires.

Shipra got herself on all fours, her movements slow and sensual as she crawled toward the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes locked onto Patode's. “Let me give you your unfinished reward,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she gracefully slid off the bed and knelt before him, her gaze never wavering, a mix of confidence and desire radiating from her.

With her right hand, she gently grasped his cock over his briefs, her fingers gliding along its length, providing teasing caresses and occasional squeezes to his heavy balls. The touch sent shivers through Patode, amplifying his desire.

“This is for saving and supporting me, Patode,” she continued, her tone laced with lust as she slowly began to pull his underwear down. Patode felt as if he were in seventh heaven; he had never imagined Shipra would take the initiative like this. “Yes, Shipra, go on,” he managed to gasp, his voice thick with desire, barely able to articulate his excitement as the sight before him took his breath away.

As his briefs slipped down, Patode's fully erect 9-inch cock sprang free, twitching with anticipation. Shipra's eyes widened in awe at the sight, her earlier revulsion melting away. She had seen and even sucked his cock before, but this time her gaze was filled with desire instead of disgust. This time it was of her own free will, instead of a helpless situation forcing her. Admittedly, she had fantasized about his dick ever since she saw it on Sunday, and now, hanging in front of her face, she felt aroused and ready to experience it fully, without any inhibitions.

As Shipra’s slender fingers wrapped around his thick, throbbing shaft, she felt its warmth and firmness beneath her touch, the pulsating veins accentuating its hardness. With a deliberate, slow movement, she peeled back his foreskin, revealing a swollen, big bulbous mushroom tip of his cock. She bit her lip, anticipation simmering in her dark eyes as she watched his cock throb under her gentle touch, feeling the heat radiating from him.

She began stroking him with a firmand eager grip, her hand gliding smoothly over the slick skin. Her other hand cupped his heavy, well-shaved balls, massaging them gently in her palm, feeling their weight as he let out a low, guttural groan, rocking his hips in rhythm with her strokes.

“Come on, take it in that gorgeous sexy mouth of yours, Shipra,” Patode’s voice was thick and hoarse with desire. “Suck me like you did last time. I need to feel softness of your lips and warmth of your mouth around me.”

Encouraged by his words, Shipra increased the tempo, her hand moving in a twisting motion, squeezing the shaft just enough to coax out a glistening bead of precum at the tip. The slick fluid coated her fingers lubricating Patode's cock, creating a lewd, squelching sound as she stroked him faster, deeper. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she guided him toward her mouth, feeling the heat of his cock as she took him in, inch by inch.

Her mouth wrapped around him, warm and wet, and she moved in unison with her hand, stroking and sucking with a relentless rhythm. With each movement, she took more of him, pushing herself to take his thickness further until he filled her mouth. The sound of her mouth working on him filled the room, punctuated by her low hums of pleasure.

Patode’s legs trembled beneath him, the sensation of her mouth pushing him to the edge. He reached down, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her movements as he began to thrust gently into her mouth, feeling the slick warmth envelop him with each stroke. Shipra braced herself, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as he increased his pace, his hips driving forward in a steady rhythm fucking Shipra's mouth.

“Glugh… Glugh…Glugh” The sounds of her choking on Patode's cock filled the room as he reached deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat going balls deep into her mouth, pushing her boundaries. Shipra’s eyes watered, but she held her ground, determined to please him. A mix of her saliva and his precum dripped from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her chin and pooling between her breasts, glistening against her skin.

He was close, she could tell by the way his breathing quickened and his grip tightened. But he wasn't about to let it end here. Tonight, he wanted more-he wanted to completely take her, to push past any boundary, and make her his in every way. And just as she felt the tension building in his body, he suddenly pulled back, his cock slipping free from her mouth with a wet pop, glistening with her saliva.

Patode smirked, looking down at Shipra with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I think I deserve more than just a blowjob today, Shipra,” he murmured, his breathing heavy, voice rough with desire.

Shipra wiped her lips as she stood up, still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling as little beads of sweat glistened on her skin. She flashed him a playful smile, tilting her head with a feigned pout. “But that was the reward you wanted this morning,” she teased, stepping closer, her hand sliding down to grip his shaft once again, giving him a gentle, teasing stroke. “You’re already on the edge—I can feel it. Let me make you cum,” she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with intent.

Patode’s grip tightened around her waist, and with a swift, firm pull, he drew her closer, their bodies pressing together, her breasts crushed against his muscular hairy chest. “Not today, Shipra,” he growled, his tone leaving little room for protest. “I do love your mean blowjob but how about something more fitting? After all, I saved you and Sanju… Don’t you think my heroic deeds deserve a better reward?” His hand slipped down, gliding under the fabric of her panties, fingers finding the curve of her ass, gripping her firmly. Slowly, he slid his middle finger between the warm crevice of her cheeks, letting the anticipation build.

Shipra gasped, her lips parting as a faint moan escaped, her body responding instinctively. “I gave you two kisses for that. Isn’t that enough?” she murmured, her words half-lost in the heat of the moment, her voice trembling as his finger ventured lower.

Patode leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Those were just appetizers,” he whispered, his voice a tantalizing growl. “I want the main course.” In one smooth motion, his finger slipped inside her cunt, pressing into her warm wetness from behind, while his other hand tugged down her bra, letting her perfectly supple breasts spill out freely, their fullness exposed to his touch.

A low moan escaped Shipra, her body trembling as he pressed deeper, his free hand grabbed her right breast giving it a tight squeeze. Without a moment's hesitation, he bent down, his mouth closing over her other breast, his tongue teasing her sensitive skin as his teeth grazed her nipple.

“Ahhh…” Shipra gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders, her head falling back as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. But Patode was far from done. Holding her firmly, he continued his slow, relentless exploration, his fingers, lips, and tongue working in sync, each touch driving her closer to the edge, leaving her wanting nothing more than to give in completely.

Patode’s mouth moved rhythmically between Shipra’s breasts, giving each of them his undivided attention. His lips traced slow, deliberate circles around her nipples, drawing them into his mouth one at a time, his warm tongue flicking across each hardened peak before he sucked them deeply. Shipra gasped as he moved from one to the other, savoring her softness, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers through her body. All this while his fingers were teasing her nipples, pinching them between his thumb and index finger, rolling and tugging just enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.

A low moan escaped Shipra, her breathing shallow and quick as his fingers continued to tease her, leaving her breasts swollen and aching, her nipples tingling with each sensation. Patode’s other hand slid over to the front never leaving Shipra's panties, his fingers gliding over her skin as he moved to her most sensitive area. She was drenched, her wetness coating his fingers as he slipped them between her folds, exploring her depths with a relentless, practiced touch.

He pressed his fingers against her, slipping one thick finger inside her, and then another, stretching her just enough to make her whimper. Slowly, he began to move them in and out, his fingers bending to find her G-spot, massaging it with steady, firm pressure. Shipra’s head fell back, her body arching instinctively as the dual assault of his mouth on her breasts and fingers inside her sent her spiraling.

Ahhhhhhh...Fuckkkkkkk
Ohhh..Godddd...Patode

Her moans grew louder, filling the room, as Patode’s fingers worked her expertly, curling and stroking her with just the right amount of pressure. She felt herself building, every nerve igniting under his touch, her body tightening around him as she drew closer to the edge.

“Patode… please,” she whispered breathlessly, barely able to form words as the pleasure built inside her, desperate for the release he was holding just out of reach.

“…Patode… you’ll make me… ohhhh… cum…” Shipra gasped, her voice breaking as she teetered on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.

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Namrata who stood outside Shipra’s room all this while, found her pulse racing as she took in the scene unfolding before her eyes. She hadn’t expected Shipra to let things go this far willingly, but as she watched Patode skillfully break through her defenses, igniting desires she had clearly kept buried, Namrata felt a sense of accomplishment. She’d spent countless conversations encouraging Shipra to reclaim her own happiness, to shed the burdens of her past and escape the tight grip of her inconsiderate controlling husband. Namrata had wished to see her friend rediscover the vibrant, adventurous side she’d lost, to step beyond the restrictions society had placed on her and embrace the pleasures of life without guilt.

Now, seeing Shipra so close to that freedom—to the possibility of truly letting go— she felt her own arrousal building. Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, she bit her lip, feeling her body respond with a growing heat that spread through her, a soft, throbbing ache settling low in her belly. Her skin tingled with anticipation, and she became acutely aware of the dampness between her legs, her own arousal mirroring the liberation she’d hoped to inspire in Shipra.

Peering through the small gap in the window, Namrata’s gaze was riveted on them. The intensity between Patode and Shipra was palpable, and every moan and gasp seemed to pull her further into their moment. Part of her ached to step inside, to join them in their depraved act and let herself get swept up in the passion of it all.

But Namrata hesitated, resisting the urge. She knew how delicate this moment was—how quickly a single interruption could shatter the unbridled intimacy built between Patode and Shipra. The thought of seeing Shipra go all the way with Patode, experiencing the wild taboo pleasure of doing an adulterous act, held her back, grounding her in place despite the thrill pulsing through her. Instead, she pressed herself against the wall, her eyes fixed on the scene inside, content for now to witness, to wait, and to let her own fantasies unfold in her mind. 

But the urge to be touched became overwhelming, too powerful to resist. Namrata’s hand drifted down almost on its own, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her panties, her fingers quickly finding her throbbing, sensitive clit. She began to rub in slow, desperate circles, each touch sending shivers through her as she fought to control her breath, her body reacting with a mix of urgency and abandon.

Her fingers occasionally dipped deeper, exploring the warmth and wetness of her itching cunt, as she continued to watch Shipra’s slow surrender to passion. The sight before her—her friend’s once-resolute defenses crumbling—only intensified her own desire, and despite her efforts, a soft, breathless moan escaped her lips. Namrata bit down gently, trying to stifle the sound as her heart raced, swept up in the intimate, forbidden thrill of witnessing Shipra’s fall from grace while her own needs spiraled higher.

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Patode’s relentless fingers and mouth continued their calculated assault, each touch bringing her closer to the release she so desperately craved. But just as she was about to tip over, he stopped abruptly, his hands pulling back and leaving her on the brink. Shipra’s knees buckled, unable to support her quivering body any longer, and she slumped to the floor, her breath ragged, her eyes wide with frustrated need.

“No… no, please, Patode…” she whispered, her voice raw with desperation, her mind reeling from the denial.

Patode’s smirk grew, his confidence growing as he looked down at her, victorious in his conquest. “Don’t worry, Shipra ma’am,” he drawled, a sly edge to his tone. “I’ll make you cum. I’ll make you cum so many times today that you’ll lose count. But you’re not going to get it that easily.” His gaze held her captive, the look in his eyes making it clear she was exactly where he wanted her—helplessly wanting, under his control.

“You’ve been a dirty cocktease in these last couple of weeks,” he continued, his voice deepening as he watched her try to regain her composure. “It’s time for a little payback. You'll cum only when I allow you to cum, I'll make you beg for it.” With one swift movement, he reached down and scooped her up, his strong arms lifting her effortlessly as he hoisted her over his shoulder.

Shipra let out a small gasp as she found herself dbangd across him, her body bending at the waist as she hung helplessly, her panty-clad ass in perfect view beside his face, while her torso dangled behind. Her heart raced as she felt his large hand smooth over her exposed cheeks, the anticipation building again as he let his hand linger, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric. Without warning, he gave her a sharp smack, his palm connecting with her soft skin, making her gasp. Her body jolted, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks as he spanked her again, each slap sending a fresh wave of sensation coursing through her.

Patode chuckled, watching the way her skin flushed beneath his touch, her hips jiggling as he carried her to the bed. Each step heightened her anticipation, and by the time he laid her down, her body was practically thrumming with desire. He got rid of his own underwear, tossing it aside, before leaning down close to Shipra, his warm breath brushing her ear. “It’s time for the main course,” he whispered, as his hands found the waistband of her panties, fingers slipping under the soft fabric.

Shipra's fingers wrapped around Patode's hands, gripping them as her body tensed. "Patode.." she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling under the weight of conflicting emotions that seemed to ripple through her with every breath. Her gaze met his, and though her eyes held a hint of hesitation, her body betrayed her-caught in a need so powerful it left her unable to form the words to stop him. The resistance she showed was half-hearted, her actions more instinctual than a conscious decision, and he could see that clearly.

Patode paused, his intense gaze fixed on her, his eyes dark with lust and a growing impatience. "You know you want me Shipra. Look at yourself, your panty is totally drenched, your nipples are hard and your body is trembling for a release. Let me pleasure you. Don't deny your body the pleasure it has been deprived of any longer. Let go," his tone was persuasive, confident, as though peeling away the last of her resistance with each.

Shipra's breath hitched, and she closed her eyes, as if trying to make a final decision. After a moment, she managed to whisper, ".Con..dom.." The word was barely audible, slipping from her lips like a confession.

Patode leaned in closer, "What was that?"

"We don't.. have a....condom," she repeated, this time her voice a little clearer, though her cheeks flushed deeply with embarrassment as she averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

A slow, victorious smile spread across Patode's face as her words sank in. He'd finally broken through to her, sensing the last of her resistance melting away. Her admission, though mild, hinted at a her willingness he had been waiting to achieve. "Don't worry, l'll not get you pregnant." he said calming his nerves, controlling his over excitedness. 

"Now let me see you pussy," without waiting for Shipra to let go, Patode tugged on the waistband of her soaked panties and, in one swift, confident motion, sliding it down her legs, peeling the damp fabric from her skin. He guided it slowly over her thighs, past her knees, and down her calves, slipping it right off her feet. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, heightening her awareness of just how vulnerable she was beneath him, clad now only in her bra.

Shipra’s hand moved instinctively between her legs as her thighs closed covering herself in a reflexive gesture of modesty. Her body shivering under a nervous excitement as she waited for Patode's next move. 

End of Chapter 24: Tender Deceit Part 2: Fall from grace

[Suraj76626]

What is this man? Again you stopped in a cliffhanger!!

I can't help it man....

[Suraj76626]

Good story. Let me if you are okay to commission a story.

Send me a private message

[Suraj76626]

There was a time when I was a silent reader... But your story forced me get registered to make comments... You are just fabulously man... The way u create the personality of Shipra is just outstanding... People are eager to see her sexual encounter just because of you as u hv created a magical world of seduction... But only some thing i will suggest... Don't let Saad Hasans call to interput the very well described sex scene of Shipra and Patado..This time no more KLPD please.. Because there are so many in the queue like Toppo... If u will put some kinky scene during sexual enconter will b a Sanjiwni Buti for thousands of silent reader like me...
Keep Going Dude...

Thanks man.... No more KLPD this time around

[Suraj76626]

Where is Shipra’s “ordeal” in this. This is becoming romantic adultery…

This situation may not be an ordeal now but she is here because of the ordeals she have faced since. Her being posted in a village away from her family is an ordeal itself and don't forget her prior involvement with Patode were not consensual. And then there was her molestation at the hands of Alokk. 

Her ordeals have already begun but once she comes to know Patode's intentions her real ordeal will start.

[Suraj76626]

Expecting a phone call to Namrata from Alok to interrupt the scene now. Its a turn off to have Namrata outside and sex scene buildup is OK and expected considering Patode saved the day for Shipra. Want a crazy and more intimate setup for a first time with only Patode and Shipra in the scene and Namrata out of scope. We waited for so long and a good setup likely will give more high than this one, rainy night and Shipra and Patode alone and a banger of an update.

Namrata will be a spectator only

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 25: Taken and Tamed : Part 1: Shipra's Surrender

Snifffff

Patode brought Shipra's soaked, tiny panties to his face, inhaling deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent as he crumpled the flimsy fabric in his fist. Standing at the edge of the bed, his completely bare muscular body was tingling with anticipation, his eyes roamed over the sight before him—Shipra’s almost nude body, sprawled in vulnerable surrender. His arousal was palpable; sporting a raging hard on, his thick, throbbing cock glistened with the remnants of Shipra's blowjob, slick from her saliva and his own precum. His pulse quickened, every nerve alive with the knowledge that he is on the brink of finally claiming her. 

Shipra on the other hand was breathing heavy, her body shivering at her own nakedness. She instinctively shifted further back onto the bed, her hand pressed modestly between her tightly clasped thighs, concealing her most intimate parts from Patode’s gaze. Her gesture was not one of fear or reluctance but rather an expression of shyness, a raw vulnerability mixed with a hint of embarrassment. The intensity of her arousal and the growing warmth she felt toward Patode had already melted away the guilt and hesitation that had, until now, kept her deepest desires tightly locked away. 

The boundaries Shipra had once clung to so tightly—her loyalty to Alok, her commitment to her marital vows, and the disciplined control over the untamed desires within her—had quietly dissolved, fading in the wake of an undeniable need she could no longer suppress. Each layer of restraint, each promise she’d made to herself to stay steadfast and contained, now felt distant and feeble against the pull of her raw, mounting desire.

The novelty of being in such an intimate position with someone other than her husband filled her with a dizzying array of emotions. She felt shy and exposed, a little apprehensive as the situation escalated so quickly, but even more overpowering was the thrill surging through her veins. A forbidden excitement pulsed within her, filling her with a rush of intoxicating anticipation she hadn’t felt in years. It was the thrill of crossing a line she had never dared to approach, of giving in to a long-repressed hunger that now consumed her. 

The sheer thrill of stepping into something so forbidden—adulterous, taboo, and wholly outside the bounds she’d set for herself—made her skin prickle with goosebumps. She could hardly believe she was going to have a sexual relation outside her marriage, that she would let Patode defile her married pussy with that monster of a dick, that she is going to cheat on Alok and thing that she couldn't not believe the most was the fact that instead of feeling guilt she was getting more and more aroused at these vulgar thoughts and her actions.

Her breathing grew shallow and quick as she took in the sight of Patode's naked body, itching to devour her. Every inch of his body radiated lust and desire-the strong muscular frame glistening with sweat, the intensity in his lust-filled eyes, the way his dick throbbed with anticipation. Each detail set her pulse racing, weakening her resolve and stirring something deep within. Her wild side, the one she kept hidden away, began to slip its bonds, lured by the promise of
something raw and uninhibited.

"It's intoxicating," Patode murmured, breaking the silence, his voice low and dripping with desire as he gave another sniff at Shipra's panty all this while staring back a Shipra. "This musky sweet smell of your love juices Shipra is driving me crazy. I am dying to have a taste of your sweet nectar," he continued as he brought his hand down, gripping his raging hard on with her panties, slowly stroking himself, the soft fabric soaked with her essence gliding along his throbbing skin. Each slow stroke gesturing Shipra of his primal hunger as he watched her reaction, caught between want and a shy uncertainty.

Finally, Patode let the undergarment fall from his hand, his patience wearing thin. His gaze burned into hers, as he climbed onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, crawling toward her on his knees. His cock swayed obscenely with each motion heightening the tension between them. Then, with a sudden, decisive motion, he lunged forward, his hands capturing her ankles firmly, lifting her legs and parting them effortlessly. Shipra’s breath hitched, a wave of surprise and excitement crashing over her, leaving her unable to form words as his grip sent an electrifying shock through her. 

"Move your hand, Shipra," Patode urged softly, his voice low yet firm, as her hand remained defiantly between her legs, shielding her sex.

Shipra’s gaze met his, wide and uncertain. Despite the fire of arousal consuming her, she couldn’t quite bring herself to bare herself so brazenly, to cross that line in full view of someone other than Alok.

Sensing the hesitation of a married women which Patode knew all too well, he moved with a quiet confidence, inching closer until he was positioned above her, his face just inches from hers. His breath brushed against her lips as he whispered, "Let go, Shipra. Let me show you a pleasure you’ve never known. Forget everything else—just let your desires take control."

With gentle yet persuasive fingers, he began caressing her arm, sliding his hand down toward her wrist, his gaze never leaving hers. Slowly, deliberately, he coaxed her hand away, lifting it from the confines of her thighs, leaving her fully exposed at last. Shipra’s breath caught in her throat, her lips parting in a soundless gasp as he guided her arm aside, her heart pounding with the thrill and trepidation of being completely exposed in his presence.

Then, in a swift motion, his mouth was on hers once more, his lips pressing urgently against her own as his tongue darted inside her mouth seeking hers with a raw intensity. Her defenses melted further under the heat of his kiss, her body responding instinctively. Patode’s hand moved with practiced ease, his fingers slipping between her legs to explore her slickness, his touch igniting every nerve ending. He circled her sensitive clit, the gentle pressure making her hips arch toward him involuntarily, and then, with agonizing slowness, his fingers traced down her folds, parting them before slipping inside her, filling her with an expert touch.

 

Shipra moaned softly into his mouth at the intrusions of her lower lips, her body surrendering completely, each touch drawing her deeper into the irresistible pull of her own desires. With her eyes closed she wrapped her hands around Patode's neck pulling him closer, intensifying the connection between them. With each gentle thrust of his fingers, with each flick of his tongue, she felt herself sinking deeper into the moment. Shipra slowly gave in to the raw intimacy between them, her mind lost to the sensations that made everything else fade into the background.

After what seemed an eternity, Patode finally broke the intense, lingering kiss, leaving both of them breathless. Slowly, he slid his fingers out from her cunt raising them to her face, glistening with Shipra's vaginal juices, catching the light and drawing her gaze. His eyes held hers, dark and intense, and in a low, hoarse voice, he whispered, “Look, how wet you are. You pussy is completely drenched Shipra. It's dripping for me, it wants me.”

He held his hand in front of her, parting his fingers deliberately, making the slick strands of her slimy fluid stretch and pull between them, drawing attention to just how much she wanted him. There was something primal in his gaze, a knowing look that made her pulse quicken. Shipra's cheeks flushed, her heart pounding as she looked away, unable to face the visible evidence of her own yearning. But Patode wouldn’t let her retreat into shyness. "It's time to have a look at your pussy Shipra, part your legs for me," Patode said firmly in a authoritative tone as he slid down placing himself between her legs. Shipra complied and slowly parted her thighs wider finally giving Patode an unobstructed view of her pussy. 

"Ohhh my, what a beautiful pussy you've got Shipra. Definitely the best married one I have seen" Patode exclaimed. His eyes grew wider as Shipra's sex came into his view. With a firm but gentle grip, he placed his hands on her upper thighs, holding her open, his thumbs brushing her skin in slow, reassuring circles. Patode leaned closer, his gaze fixed intently, drinking in every detail he had longed to see.

Shipra's pussy was not clean shaved like Namrata's. She had nicely trimmed pubic hairs forming a small triangular shape just above the slit. Unlike Namrata’s lips which were full and engorged, Shipra’s were softer, a faintly parted line giving way to a delicate blush of pink just within, like a flower beginning to bloom. Patode admired the contrast and with his experience he could tell that Shipra was not very sexually active and her husband has not fucked her properly. 

"Does Alok go down on you Shipra?" Patode quizzed with a smirk on his face. "I mean does your husband eats you pussy?" Patode rephrased his words into something more crude. Shipra stayed silent, her breath catching, unable to form a response out of embarrassment of being in such a vulnerable position in front of Patode.

"I knew, he has been depriving you of one the greatest pleasures a women can experience," Patode said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, though his words were anything but kind. “What a fool to neglect a body like yours. A sexy figure like that, with such a perfect cunt, deserves to be cherished, Shipra,” he continued, his tone a twisted blend of praise and degradation. “You should be worshipped—thoroughly and relentlessly fucked until you’re completely satisfied.” Without wasting another second, he slipped deeper between her legs parting her thighs even more. He gently guided her legs to rest on his shoulders, her body yielding to his touch as he adjusted her into an intimate, inviting position. Shipra felt his strong hands grip her hips, holding her steady as his moved lower, his face hovering over her cooch, his broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs, locking her into place.

Patode paused, his breath hovering just above her, letting the anticipation build until Shipra's entire body seemed to tremble with it. And suddenly she felt the warm, velvety touch of his tongue running over her slit, igniting a spark that coursed through her like nothing she'd ever known. Her eyes grew wider, her mouth opened forming an O shape as a silent moan escaped her lips, and her fingers instinctively gripped the bedsheets, clutching them tightly as wave after wave of pleasure began to build. 

 

It was altogether a new sensation for Shipra. She had never before experience oral sex either with Viresh or with Alok and the sensation was almost overwhelming. Patode's mouth moved with both skill and care, each deliberate flick of his tongue exploring her, savoring her taste. He held her hips firmly, as his tongue traced slow, languid lines across her slit, teasing her open with each gentle pass. And within minutes Shipra was howling in pleasure as Patode's tongue breach her folds venturing inside her cunt, lapping on her oozing juices, licking her inner sensitive walls and digging his serpent like tongue deep inside her. 

Ohhhhh.... Godddddd....fuckkkkkkk. Patodeeee,........It feeels sooooo..... Gooooood.... 
Deeeper Patode... Go deeeeeper......Just like that..... Yeah...Yeaaah......Don't stopppppp....



Never before in her life she had felt such level of pleasure. With each pass of his tongue against her sensitive walls, Shipra felt herself drawn further from reality, her mind unable to focus on anything but the mounting pleasure. She had experienced rough passion with Viresh and the tenderness of Alok’s love-making, but this—this was something else entirely. Patode’s expertise and control left her reeling, his mouth giving her a pleasure so deep that her whole body surrendered to it. She could feel a powerful release building, growing unstoppable as he continued his sensual assault.

But just as her body began to tremble on the edge of an earth-shattering climax, Patode abruptly withdrew, leaving her gasping and throbbing in frustration yet again. Shipra’s eyes flew open, a desperate whimper escaping her as her hips lifted instinctively, chasing his touch. “Whyyyyyy....Please… Patode, don’t stop… I was so close!” she groaned, unable to mask her need. Her cheeks flushed as she watched him smirk, casually wiping his face, glistening with her arousal.

“You want more?” he asked, his voice calm, almost mocking.

“Oh God, yes… Patode, please,” she practically begged, her voice trembling with urgency.

“Then tell me I am right, aren't I,” he demanded, his grin widening as he saw how much control he now held over her. He knew she was beyond pride, beyond restraint.

"Yes...Yes..... I have never had oral sex... Alok never goes down on me.....He doesn't lick me..... Now please... continue.. let me cum," Shipra admitted her embarrassment surfaced for a brief moment, but her desire far outweighed it.

He gave a slow nod but pressed on, clearly savoring the power he had over her. “And your husband doesn’t fuck you often either, does he?”

Shipra glared at him, her frustration and desire blending into a fiery look as she shot back, "No... He doesn't fu... We don't have a regular sex. Now stop teasing me and get your tongue back inside me.” She tightened her thighs around his head, trying to press him back down in desperation, but Patode held firm, resisting her, his grin never fading.

"Only if you let me fuck you, after I make you cum," Patode resisted her and made his final demand.

Shipra paused, her mind racing with the implications, but her body was still on fire, aching for him to push her over the edge. “Not without a condom, Patode,” she managed, her voice laced with both concern and desire.

“I’ll pull out, I promise.... lets not spoil the mood Shipra” he said smoothly, never breaking eye contact as he leaned forward, his tongue brushing along her slit in a teasing stroke that sent another jolt of need through her, weakening her resolve.

Her mind buzzed with caution, the risks echoing in the back of her thoughts. But her body was far past the point of reasoning, driven by the relentless ache that only he could satisfy. She forced herself to think clearly, and in a final burst of logic, reminded herself it was a safe day. Her body tingled in anticipation as she finally gave in, whispering breathlessly, “Fine… okay. But you have to pull out, Patode. Promise me.”

Patode gave a low, satisfied murmur of approval before his head dipped back down between her thighs, his mouth returning to her with an intensity that left no doubt of his intentions. As his tongue resumed its slow, torturous rhythm, Shipra surrendered fully, feeling herself swept into a blissful haze of pleasure that only he could give.

With Shipra’s consent to let him fuck her that too bareback sparked Patode's desire to new heights, he intensified his efforts, fully intent on making her cum. Upping his oral assault, he slipped two of his fingers carefully into her warm dripping cunt, feeling her tense for a moment before relaxing into his touch. His fingers moved expertly, each motion purposeful as he curled them inside her, seeking out the spots that made her gasp and arch her back. Shipra surrendered, letting herself be completely immersed in the pleasure he offered.



Desperate to make her cum quickly Patode his free hand, found her clit, his thumb circling it slowly, then quicker, each touch sending jolts of ecstasy through her. He alternated between gentle strokes and firmer flicks, building a rhythm that drove her wild, layering the sensations until her mind could hardly keep up. The combination of his tongue, his fingers, and his thumb working in perfect harmony was overwhelming, and Shipra found herself on the brink of a body shattering orgasm.

Patode felt her walls clenching around his fingers, her body convulsing, every fiber of her being reaching out for that final release and he quickened his pace, driving her to a point of no return.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh...Unghhhhhhhhh.....
Patodeeeee....I am cummmmmingggggg....
Ohhh...Goddddd....Ohhhh.....Goddddd
Fuck...Fuckkk..Fuckkkkkkkkkkk........

Within moments, Shipra’s body was overtaken by an overwhelming surge of pleasure, the intensity of her climax ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve alive with sensation. Her back arched off the bed as her toes curled, her hands moving instinctively to her hair, gripping it tightly, then to her breasts, where her painfully hard nipples begged for release. Her fingers pressed and rubbed against her fanny, as if desperate to prolong the ecstasy coursing through her.

Ohhhh...maaaaaaaa.....Ahhhhhhh....Unghhhhhh..

Each moan that escaped her lips was louder than the last, a chorus of pleasure spilling from her as wave after wave of unimaginable orgasm crashed over her, leaving her breathless and weak with bliss. Her thighs tightened around Patode’s head, and her hips bucked uncontrollably, her body fully surrendering to the release he had ignited within her. She lost herself completely, her mind blank but for the powerful sensations flooding every inch of her body.

It took a few minutes for her to return from the blissful haze, her breaths slowing as she drifted back to reality, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her first intense, all-consuming oral orgasm. Her trembling and convulsing frame finally came to rest. The pleasure lingered in her, leaving her both exhilarated and vulnerable, as her eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting Patode’s gaze with a mixture of awe and gratitude. 

Patode leaned back, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched Shipra slowly come down from the heights of her climax. She looked utterly dazed, like someone who had been swept up in a whirlwind of pleasure and hadn’t quite landed back to reality yet. Amused, Patode let out a low chuckle. “Wow, Shipra,” he murmured, feigning surprise. “I’ve never seen someone cum so hard just from being licked.”

Shipra glanced at him, her mind still foggy, but his words were starting to cut through the haze. “I have to say, your husband is totally useless,” Patode continued, his tone turning more mocking. “Leaving you so pent-up, so unsatisfied… it’s a shame, really. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from an expert like me.” He smirked, his gaze unyielding as he studied her reaction. “What do you think, Shipra? Next time I’m in Pune, maybe I’ll drop by for a little ‘lesson’—show him what it takes to really satisfy his wife. We could teach him together, you know.” He let out a low laugh, reveling in his own vulgarity.

Shipra’s mind reeled, caught between the lingering pleasure and the sting of his taunting. Part of her felt humiliated by his crude assessment of her marriage, the way he so casually dismissed Alok, reducing her husband to a punchline. But another part of her, the part still tingling from the aftershocks of her release, felt a dangerous allure in his words—a harsh truth she couldn’t entirely deny.

“Don’t bring Alok into this, Patode,” Shipra finally managed to say, her voice shaky but determined as she propped herself up against the bedrest, trying to regain her composure. The afterglow of her intense climax still lingered in her limbs, making it difficult to focus, but she was slowly coming back to her senses.

Patode, however, wasn’t about to let her off so easily. He flashed a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he shifted beside her on the bed, his broad body pressing against her side. “Don't mind my crude comments Shipra, it gives me a rush of excitement demeaning other men, specially husband's of the wives who get fucked behind their back,” he said with a calm tone, though the smirk on his face suggested otherwise. “And let’s be honest, Shipra. If he’d been doing his job right, keeping your cooch satisfied and thoroughly fucked, we wouldn’t be here, would we?”

He didn’t wait for her to respond before slipping his hand back between her legs, fingers expertly parting her slick folds once more. Shipra gasped, her body still sensitive from the orgasm he had just given her, but unable to resist the pleasurable touch. “Damn, Shipra,” Patode murmured as he felt the wetness coating his fingers. “Did you just squirt for me? Feels like a dam broke down here,” he taunted, pressing his fingers deeper, feeling the warm gush of her arousal against his hand.

Shipra bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as his fingers curled inside her, finding that sensitive spot with ease. Without even realizing it, her thighs parted wider, an unspoken invitation that she couldn’t hold back. The way her body responded to him was beyond her control now. Patode smirked, feeling her readiness.

"So, Shipra,” Patode murmured, his voice a low, taunting whisper as his fingers worked deeper inside her, pushing her closer to the edge. “Tell me, how do you want me to fuck this unsatisfied little pussy of yours? Do you have a favorite position that your husband has failed to satisfy you in?” His words were laced with vulgarity, each one calculated to demean her relationship with Alok.

“I... I don’t... know...” Shipra stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to form a coherent thought. The relentless assault of his fingers inside her made it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than the raw pleasure he was forcing from her body.

Patode’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he took in her helpless state. “Then I’ll do it my way,” he growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “You’re in for a real treat, Shipra. That little orgasm you had from my tongue? That was nothing compared to what you are about to experience. You'll find out what real pleasure feels like when I shove my cock deep inside you, stretching you in ways you’ve never experienced before.”

His eyes were dark with lust. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you’ll be addicted to my dick,” he continued, his fingers plunging into her with one final, powerful thrust before he pulled them out abruptly. Shipra gasped at the sudden emptiness, her hips bucking involuntarily as if seeking the return of his touch.

Patode watched her reaction with a smug satisfaction, his fingers glistening with her arousal. “Look at you,” he said, holding his slick fingers up to her face. “So wet, so desperate. I’m going to make you cum over and over again, until the only thing you can think about is how good my cock feels inside you. You’ll forget all about your useless husband and those pathetic attempts he calls sex.”

Without missing a beat, he wrapped his strong hands around her hips with a forceful grip, flipping her over onto her stomach with a quick, decisive motion. Shipra barely had time to react as he positioned her on all fours, her ass raised high in the air, presenting her dripping wet entrance to him. “This is how I’m going to take you, Shipra,” he growled, his voice a mix of dominance and hunger. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, deep and hard, until you scream my name and forget you ever belonged to anyone else.”

While the missionary might be the most intimate and widely used sex positions amongst the countless variations available, there’s something undeniably raw and instinctual about taking a woman from behind. It’s a position steeped in primal dominance, one that speaks to a deep-seated urge for control. For Patode, having Shipra on all fours, completely exposed and vulnerable, was more than just a physical act—it was a display of power, a deliberate show of supremacy over a woman belonging to someone else, women who was strong-willed, educated, and fiercely independent in her everyday life.

To him, seeing Shipra—a modern, confident woman who was used to being in control—reduced to this submissive position, her body arching back ready to be taken raw, was the ultimate triumph. It was a way to strip away her layers of composure and self-assurance. The first step in reducing Shipra, into an obedient, lust-driven slut who would crave his touch, his control, and his commands.

With that, he lined himself up against her entrance, teasing her slick folds with the thick head of his cock. The anticipation was electric, the air between them charged as he held her there, on the edge, making her wait for that inevitable moment of penetration.

 

“Patode... wait... not from behind... please...” Shipra’s voice was a mix of panic and desire, her words stumbling out in a breathless rush. She could feel the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against her entrance, and the reality of just how big he was made her instincts flare up in alarm. “Your dick... it’s... it’s too big... I can’t...” she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to shift her hips away, the vulnerability of the position making her feel utterly exposed.

But Patode was having none of it. His grip on her hips tightened like a vice, holding her firmly in place as she tried to wriggle free. “Oh, no, Shipra,” he growled, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to take every inch of me, just like this.” His tone was merciless, a clear indication that he was done with any semblance of gentle play.

He leaned over her, his broad chest pressing against her back as he whispered harshly in her ear, “Don’t worry Shipra, I’ll try to be as gentle as I can be but I'll make sure you feel every single inch as I fill you up.” His hot breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine, and Shipra couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped her lips.

In one swift motion, he pulled her hips back towards him, aligning her perfectly. “Relax,” he commanded, one of his hand moved up Shipra's back pressing her down further into the mattress, making her ass jut higher in the air.

Despite her fear, her body was betraying Shipra; she was already so wet, her slickness coating the head of his cock, making it easier for him to press against her entrance. Shipra’s breath hitched, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. But her body, treacherously responsive, was arched and ready, aching with a need that overshadowed her doubts.

Patode’s hand slid further up reaching the  back of her neck, pushing her face gently into the pillow, asserting his dominance. “Perfect, you’re going to take me just like this, Shipra,” he murmured, his voice commanding. “Once you have a taste of my cock inside you cunt, you'll never be satisfied with anyone else."

Without warning, he began to push forward, the thick head of his cock parted her lips stretching her slowly, relentlessly. Shipra gasped, her fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as he filled her inch by inch, her walls struggling to accommodate his girth. She let out a choked moan as he continued his relentless advance, every nerve in her body alight with a mixture of pain and pleasure.



“Fuckkkk, you’re so tight Shipra. Alok hasn't really serviced you properly” Patode groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back from plunging into her all at once. He savored the way her body struggled to take him, the way her inner walls clenched around him as if trying to resist. But he was determined to claim every inch of her. “Look how tightly you're clasping my cock. You were made for this, Shipra... made to be fucked by me.”

“Oh... God... Patode... it’s too big... please... you’re going to tear me apart,” Shipra whimpered, her voice barely more than a desperate whisper. She could feel him relentlessly pressing deeper, stretching her in ways she had never imagined, her inner walls struggling to accommodate his sheer size. The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure so intense that it stole her breath away, her protests dissolving into gasps as he continued his slow, torturous invasion.

Patode ignored her frantic pleas, a dark smile playing on his lips as he watched her writhe beneath him. “You can take it, Shipra. I have ensured your cunt is sufficiently lubricated” he murmured, his voice thick with lust and confidence. “I know you can. Your tight little pussy is already swallowing me up, begging for more.” He tightened his grip on her hips, holding her steady as he pushed further inside, savoring every inch of resistance as her body struggled to accommodate his girth.

Ahhhh....Ohhhhh..uuuuuhhhh..maaaaaa

“Just breathe, Shipra,” he coaxed, his tone gentle as if he were soothing her instead of subjecting her to this overwhelming intrusion. “You’re almost there... just a little more.” But there was nothing soft about the way he moved, his thick cock stretching her to the brink, each inch pushing her closer to a breaking point that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Shipra’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she tried to steady herself against the onslaught of sensation. Her body was on fire, a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent shivers up her spine. “Please... it’s too much...” she sobbed, her voice cracking as he thrust even deeper, forcing her to take him fully.

Patode’s eyes darkened with a primal satisfaction as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, the fullness so complete it left her gasping for air. “There you go... all of me... Stuffed into your pussy. A perfect fit,” he growled, leaning over her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. “Feel that, Shipra? That’s what a real man feels like.”



The sensation was becoming overwhelming, Shipra's body stretched to its limits, the fullness so intense she felt as if she might break apart. Shipra’s eyes fluttered and then rolled back, her face contorting as if caught between agony and ecstasy. For a moment, it looked as if she might lose consciousness, her body overwhelmed by the intense mix of pain and pleasure surging through her. The relentless sensation was too much, too intense, pushing her to the brink of her limits. But beneath the discomfort, a forbidden pleasure was building, a heat that was quickly turning her resistance into desperate, aching need.

Patode paused, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her, savoring the way her tightness gripped him. He stayed there for a moment, letting Shipra feel every inch of him, allowing her to adjust to the full, almost overwhelming sensation of being completely filled. The heat of her pussy clamped around him, her inner walls fluttering as they stretched around his girth, sent a shockwave of pleasure down his spine.

“How does it feel, Shipra? To finally experience my 9 inch dick inside you” he growled, his voice low and rough against her ear. “I want you to remember this feeling—the way I stretch you, the way I fill you up like no one else can.” His hands roamed over her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh possessively as he held her in place.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to pull back, drawing out just enough to make her feel the emptiness, the sudden loss of fullness that left her gasping. He watched her reaction closely, the way her breath hitched, her muscles tensing as if her body was instinctively trying to pull him back in. He stopped halfway, his cock still partially embedded within her, teasing her with the promise of more. And then, without warning, he drove back into her, burying himself to the hilt once more. 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....

The force of his thrust pushed her forward, a sharp cry escaping her lips as he filled her completely again. Establishing a rhythm, Patode began fucking her with long, deep strokes, each thrust slow enough to be agonizingly pleasurable but powerful enough to make her body jolt forward with every movement. 

Ahhhh....Ahhhh...Ahhhh...Ahhhh
Unghhh...Unghhhh...Unghhhh...Unghhhh



Soon, the room was filled with the rhythmic, primal sounds of skin slapping against skin, each impact echoing in the heated space. Patode’s relentless thrusts were powerful and unyielding, sending waves of pleasure rippling through Shipra's body. Her initial cries of discomfort had gradually transformed into something else entirely—a chorus of deep, breathless moans that only grew louder with every thrust. What had begun as gasps tinged with pain had now become raw, uncontrollable sounds of pleasure. Shipra’s voice grew hoarse as she let out long, sultry groans, each one a testament to the way Patode was driving her to the brink.

Patode could feel her body slowly surrendering to the pleasure, her hips starting to move in rhythm with his, pushing back to meet his thrusts. It was exactly what he wanted-Shipra losing herself in the moment, forgetting everything but the sensation of being fucked so thoroughly, so completely, that there was no room for anything else.

“Fuck, Patode! Your cock is reaching places I never even knew existed,” Shipra gasped, her voice shaky as her body trembled beneath his onslaught. “Oh God… it’s so good… you’re filling me up completely… Go harder, Patode, please… I need it harder…”

The words spilled from her lips without hesitation, the last remnants of her modesty stripped away by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. She didn’t care how obscene she sounded; all she could think about was how incredible it felt to be filled so completely, stretched to her limits by Patode's cock.

Patode's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, a dark smile curling his lips as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “You see now, Shipra? This is what you’ve been denying yourself all this time, rejecting my advances like a foolish, loyal wife.” His voice was a low growl, his thrusts never slowing as he pounded into her. “Now look at you, begging for it, loving every second of it.”

“Yes… yes…Patode... I should have let you fuck me sooner…,” Shipra confessed, her voice cracking with pleasure as she rocked her hips back to meet his relentless thrusts. “God, I should have… I’ve never felt anything like this… Your cock… it’s stretching me so good… I’m going to cum again, Patode… I can’t hold it…”

Patode's grin widened, his eyes flashing with a cruel, triumphant light. He loved seeing her like this—reduced to a moaning, writhing mess beneath him, completely lost in the throes of passion. But it wasn’t enough for him to just fuck her; he wanted to break her down completely, to degrade everything she held dear.

“Cum for me then, cum on my dick you cheating slut,” he taunted, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. “I wonder how your dear Alok would react, seeing you like this,” Patode sneered, his voice a low, mocking whisper. “What would he think, seeing his perfect, dutiful wife moaning like a bitch in heat, taking another man’s cock so willingly?” His words were harsh, filled with a twisted kind of pleasure as he spoke, each word designed to cut deep, to humiliate her even as he drove her to another climax.

Shipra’s eyes squeezed shut, her body betraying her as it tightened around him, her pussy fluttering in response to his words even as a small part of her mind balked at the degradation. But the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming for her to fight. “Shut up, Patode… Just keep fucking me… I’m so close… I don’t care… Just don’t stop…” she begged desperately, her body seeking the release she was teetering on the edge of.

“With pleasure, you filthy bitch,” Patode growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, more punishing as he slammed into her with a force that had her crying out. “But I am sure that wimp of your husband would cum in seconds seeing his wife mounted by a superior male, mating with mother of his child, fucking her bareback like a slutty bitch she is," Patode groaned gritting his teeth as his movement became rougher and rougher. "That's right Shipra, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be just like Namrata—my obedient bitch, craving every inch of me,” he hissed, each word punctuated by deeper, rougher thrusts, as if to drive his point home.

Ohhh...Patode...fuckkkkk....
I am cummingggg ...... Again....I am loving it....
Fuckkk...Ahhhhhhh...ohhh...godddd.

With a guttural cry that echoed through the room, Shipra’s body convulsed in the throes of yet another powerful orgasm, her legs finally giving out beneath her. She collapsed onto the bed, her entire form trembling, completely spent. Patode’s glistening, throbbing cock slipped out of her overstretched pussy, still twitching and wet from their heated encounter. But he wasn’t ready to release his grip on her just yet.

Following her down, he pressed his heavy frame over her limp body, his crotch grinding firmly against her soft ass, his weight making it impossible for her to move. Without giving Shipra a respite, he roughly tangled his fingers in her hair and jerked her head back. Leaning in close, he whispered harshly into her ear, his voice dripping with raw, unrestrained lust.

“I’m not done with you, slut. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you in every possible way, every position, until you’re completely broken,” he growled, each word a dark promise of what was yet to come. “By morning, you’ll be hooked to my cock, craving it, begging for it every day.”

Shipra could only moan weakly in response and within moments, the room was yet again filled with the rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, Shipra’s desperate moans mingling with Patode’s primal grunts and the loud creaking of the bed as he drove into her mercilessly.

Meanwhile, outside the door, Namrata's exhausted frame was slumped against the wall, her body trembling in her own private ecstasy. She was drenched, her juices pooling beneath her as she sat there, legs spread, her panties hanging from one ankle. She’d been a silent, eager voyeur to the entire debauchery, her eyes glazed with lust as she witnessed Shipra’s complete defilement. Her fingers continued to move feverishly over her swollen clit, each sound from the other room driving her to the brink of her own orgasm. But watching wasn’t enough; she wanted more. She wasn’t satisfied with just being a spectator, her mind already racing with thoughts of how she could join the sinful scene unfolding on the other side of that door.

End of Chapter 25: Taken and Tamed : Part 1: Shipra's Surrender

[Suraj76626]

Nice update but the key character THE MANGALSUTRA is still missing even from this chapter. This locket is important as it was roadblock in Patode's pathway. ..... let's hope to see it  in the upcoming update. Kindly update midweek if possible.

It will come into play soon.... It's still too early for Patode to go for her Mangalsutra.... He doesn't want to do anything at present to ruin Shipra's downfall. The mangalsutra is the key factor here to make or break his efforts.

[Suraj76626]

Dear Suraj76626, big fan of your writing!

First of all, a big thank you for your dedication and continuous timely updates to the story. Truly commend worthy. I know you've worked so hard and have created this wonderful story and the passion I can feel it in your writing. You have outdone yourself!

After reading the previous update I must say I have some strong critiques -

Dear xossissippi,

Thanks for your continuous support and indulgence in my work. I really appreciate your attachment to the story and hence such a long detailed critique.

I will try to explain each and every point you have raised with the reasoning behind it.

How the things ended up with Shipra - Well from Chapter one it was clear how the things will end up with Shipra...It's an erotica...duhhhhh...... It took more than 6 months for me....40-45 chapter and almost if not more than 200k words to reach here. This situation did not fell out of blue, It was building up to it.

Don't judge Shipra's fall from a male point of view. Keep in mind Shipra's mindset as well. In the story so far we can deduct that
a. Shipra wanted a simple married life but was forced to bear all the family responsibilities by he husband without caring for her wishes.
b. Shipra was sexually frustrated. Due to Alok.
c. She was stressed about getting a promotion, which she didn't wanted. Yet again due to Alok.
d. She was constantly being instigated against Alok by Namrata ever since she joined her in Amruj.
e. She was attracted towards Patode. She admitted herself.
f. Patode was constantly making sexual advances towards her.
g. She felt alone, not being supported by her husband. Patode provided that support.
h. She was aroused seeing Namrata and Patode's affair.
i. Patode had already done everything with her beside having sex.

But all the above points are not the reason for Shipra's behavior. They are just building blocks for what came next.

To understand it better let me explain it with an example-

Irrespective of the gender how does strong people act when they are too much stressed with constant troubles of our life, feel alone, frustrated and constantly made to do a work they hate (Like me doing my job  banghead: ) ?
They soldier through with a smile and keep doing it..... until they had enough.
And once their limit is breached, it only takes a small vulnerable moment for their strong outward appearance to crumble.

This is what happened to Shipra in that particular moment of the night when Patode and she kissed. The molestation at hands of Alokk was her breaking point. She had enough. Enough of being at the receiving end of troubles. For her Patode was her savior,  he not only saved her but also saved Sanju. He not only cared for her but supported her. He was the male in her life which understood her. And thus she lowered her guards for him. For her Patode was an escape from all her troubles and person with whom she felt safe and valued. She never intended to have sex with him but in spur of moment things went out of her hands which I have explained in detail in the chapter.

I think it covers point 1 to 3 of your critique.

For point 4 - Alokk and Hitesh - They are rowdy young village boys -  What mastermind plan could they conjure? Alokk was never able to seduce Shipra unlike Patode. He was just lucky that Shipra was drunk and his name was same as her husband.

Shipra's readiness for sex - On the contrary to what you said, it was the molestation which proved the breaking point for Shipra as mentioned above. She never planned in her mind to have sex with Patode..Never.... But what Patode had done that day, the way he supported her, the way he made her trust him and assured her of her safety made Shipra obliged to thank him. So she decided to give him the reward of the morning but as I have explained above it was a very vulnerable moment for Shipra. A series of reasons mentioned above clubbed with her growing affection towards Patode led one to another and she allowed Patode to go all the way.

Difference between Shipra and Namrata - Wait for next few chapters to find out.

iv) v) -  It doesn't need a explanation -  It but obvious all these things are happening in the background I cannot go in such details or this story will have 100 more chapters.


vi) See the timeline of the story my friend it has been only a few days not even a month has passed.

vii) You have answered it yourself -  Not important. -  Not all old men in an erotica are pervert.

The story is about Shipra's ordeals not Patode's ordeal or Toppo's ordeal -  So it was bound to happen but the story is not finished so tables can turn.

You're the first one to think that the story has dwelled to much on sexual interactions so thanks. Someone in the comment even call the story non erotic. I don't know what people want from an erotica...

Anyway your comment is welcomed and I hope you stick around as the story has lot to give still. Many twist and turns in the waiting. Cheers.

[Suraj76626]

Have been saying same, Lot of readers forced this submission if you ask me. I was expecting a phone call to distract Shipra but it did not happen. Disappointed was well!

Now enjoy non stop sex ..Lost half of the thrill.

Stick around with the other half... you might find the story getting interesting after a couple of chapters.

[Suraj76626]

Sorry dear readers, the update is ready but needs some editing to be done. I didn't get the time due to some personal work. Will complete the editing and post the update tomorrow.

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 25: Taken and Tamed : Part 2 : Can't get enough

Beep... Beep... Beep... Bzzz.. 

The incessant buzzing of phone shattered the quiet of the night. Toppo groaned in irritation, his large, clumsy body struggling to sit up in bed. He rubbed his eyes, squinting at the bright screen of his phone, the harsh glow making him wince.

"Who the hell is messaging at this ungodly hour?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. It was well past 2 a.m., and he had been in a deep slumber. He picked up his phone from the cluttered nightstand, ready to curse out whoever was responsible for disturbing his rest.

But the moment his eyes adjusted to the screen, his grumbling ceased, replaced by a sharp intake of breath. All traces of sleep vanished instantly, replaced by a mix of shock and exhilaration.

THE BITCH HAS BEEN TAMED

The first message read and was followed by a series of messages, each accompanied by an image that made Toppo's pulse quicken and his mouth go dry. His heart pounded as he scrolled through the pictures, each one more explicit and arousing than the last.

Unknown to Shipra, Patode secretly sent Toppo a series of nude photos that captured her in compromising positions. Each image was more vivid, more explicit than the last, showcasing every curve, every secret corner of her body, but none of them showed her face. Patode had been careful—meticulous, even—in framing the shots, ensuring that Shipra’s identity remained concealed. He knew that leaving her face out would tantalize Toppo, keeping him guessing, while also safeguarding Shipra from immediate panic if she found out his devilish act.

But it didn't take long for Toppo to piece it together. As soon as the first image loaded, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Though Patode had been cautious, Toppo’s obsession with Shipra had become an art form in itself. Ever since he discovered that she was Alok's wife, Toppo had turned into a digital voyeur, scouring every corner of her social media profiles. He had spent countless hours scrolling through her photos, studying every detail, memorizing the contours of her body, her distinctive beauty marks, the subtle arch of her back, and the elegant curve of her hips. He knew her silhouette as well as he knew his own fantasies.

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. His heart pounded, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his chubby face. "Holy fuck... it’s really Shipra," he muttered under his breath. "Damn, Patode... you actually did it" he whispered to himself, disbelief mixed with admiration. His initial shock was quickly consumed by a fiery, almost painful arousal. The mere thought of Patode conquering the elusive Shipra, someone Toppo had fantasized about for so long, sent a jolt straight to his groin.

His thick fingers trembled slightly as he swiped through the images, each one leaving him more breathless than the last. All the pics were taken from a rear angle displaying Shipra, spread out on a bed, her legs parted just enough to tease him with a faint view of her glistening cunt. Her skin glistened with a delicate sheen of sweat, her side boobs peeking tantalizingly into view. Though her face remained hidden, the way her body arched and trembled spoke volumes, exuding a potent mix of vulnerability and raw, unrestrained desire.

Toppo felt a surge of heat rush southward, his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his pyjamas. His hand moved almost on its own, slipping beneath the waistband, wrapping around his throbbing erection. He pumped himself slowly at first, savoring the forbidden thrill of seeing the woman he had only ever dreamed about in this state of undress.

The idea of Patode, that lucky bastard, having his way with Shipra while Toppo was left on the sidelines, drove him mad with jealousy and lust. He couldn’t help but imagine how it had all gone down—Patode’s hands all over her, Shipra moaning, surrendering to his every touch.

And then another notification pinged.

TOLD YOU I'LL HAVE THIS BITCH MOANING UNDER ME...ENJOY THE SHOW NOW....  

The message was followed by a video file. Toppo’s eyes gleamed with greedy anticipation as he eagerly tapped to open it, his heart pounding in his chest. The screen flickered to life, and there she was—Shipra, completely naked, lying face down on the bed. The camera was shaky, but it only added to the raw, voyeuristic thrill of it all, making it feel as if Toppo was right there in the room, an unseen spectator to this illicit affair.

The camera zoomed in, focusing on Shipra’s round, plump ass, capturing every curve in explicit detail. The sight alone was enough to make Toppo’s breath hitch in his throat. As the camera drew closer, Patode’s hand came into frame, his fingers caressing her smooth cheeks, giving them a teasing squeeze before delivering a soft, playful spank that made Shipra's body jolt in response.

Toppo’s eyes widened as Patode’s hand skillfully parted her ass cheeks, the camera moving in for a close-up of the forbidden view between. The lens focused sharply, capturing the sight of Shipra’s puckered anus and her glistening, swollen pussy lips, slick with arousal. It was an obscene, intimate display that had Toppo practically salivating, his mouth dry, his hand already stroking his cock furiously.

His heart pounded in his ears as the combination of the visuals and the lewd, wet sounds coming from the video was enough to make his cock throb painfully in his hand, his eyes glued to the screen, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him.

In the next frame, Patode’s enormous cock came into view, the thick shaft glistening evidence of his conquest as he lined himself up against Shipra’s wet entrance. "Time for round two, Shipra," Patode’s deep, gravelly voice filled the room, dripping with dominance and dark promises.

Without any hesitation, Patode thrust his full length into her waiting cunt in one smooth, relentless motion. Shipra’s muffled scream of pleasure echoed in the room, followed by a series of breathy gasps and moans that sent shivers down Toppo’s spine. The camera captured every obscene detail—the way Shipra’s pussy stretched to accommodate Patode’s girth, the way her ass jiggled with each powerful thrust, the wet squelching sounds that filled the air, amplifying the erotic intensity.

Ohhhh...Goddd.....Patode...Go....Slow....Ahhh...Ahhh..Ahhhh

“Fuck… yes, take it all, you dirty slut,” Patode growled off-screen, his voice filled with triumph. The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh grew louder, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. It was a merciless, animalistic fuck, and Shipra’s desperate moans only spurred Patode on, making him go harder, deeper.

This was too much stimulation for Toppo. His hand moved faster, jerking himself furiously as he watched, completely lost in the depraved pleasure of it all. The video, though shaky, felt almost too real, as if he could reach out and touch them, as if he was a silent, invisible participant in this debauchery. He could feel his orgasm building, his breaths turning into ragged gasps, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter.

The camera zoomed out this time giving an aerial view, capturing the way Shipra’s body writhed beneath Patode, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. It was a symphony of lust and degradation, and Toppo couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a guttural groan, he erupted, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, painting his hand and the sheets beneath him. He continued stroking, riding the waves of his intense orgasm, his eyes never leaving the screen, the filthy images burned into his mind. The sound of Shipra’s moans, the sight of her being ravaged, the knowledge that it was all real, that this wasn’t just some porn but a real married woman he had obsessed over, being fucked senseless by another man— it was more than enough to send him over the edge into a mind-numbing climax.

Toppo lay there panting, his heart still racing, his mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it all. He had made a mess, his cum splattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He reached for his phone with his clean hand, still trembling from his release, and typed out a message to Patode:

"Holy fuck, bhau! That was exhilarating. Thank you. Make sure to capture more videos, especially with her face in it. When do I get to taste her Bhau?

He hit send, licking his lips in eager anticipation. The message hung there, glowing ominously on his screen. Toppo knew Patode wouldn’t respond immediately; the man was probably too busy indulging in every carnal fantasy he could dream up with Shipra. But that thought alone—imagining what else Patode might be doing to her, the ways he could be using her body through the night—was enough to send shivers of excitement down Toppo's spine. 

The images and video clips Patode had sent were just the beginning, a teasing preview of the complete defilement happening behind closed doors. Toppo’s mind raced with possibilities, his imagination filling in the gaps between those sultry clips. He could almost hear Shipra’s muffled cries, the slap of skin against skin, the degrading taunts that Patode was surely whispering into her ear as he took her in every way imaginable.

But more than the thrill of secrecy, the taboo, the stolen glimpses into someone else's most private moments, what truly satisfied Toppo was the anticipation of sweet revenge against Alok. This wasn’t just about lust; it was about power, control, and a deep-seated grudge he had nursed for so long. He could barely contain his glee as he imagined the scene he would orchestrate—he and Patode taking turns on Shipra, right in front of her husband, reducing her to a plaything, a pawn in their twisted game. The thought of Alok’s horror-stricken face, watching helplessly as they defiled and corrupted his wife, brought a dark satisfaction that went beyond mere physical pleasure.

With a wicked grin, Toppo lay back on his bed, one hand lazily stroking his still throbbing erection. His mind was racing with scenarios, each more depraved than the last, as he waited for the next notification. The prospect of seeing more explicit evidence of Shipra’s complete submission, more proof of her degradation, made every second of waiting feel like a tantalizing eternity. The suspense only heightened his arousal, knowing that by morning, he would have even more ammunition to fuel his fantasies and plot his ultimate revenge.

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Patode sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still erect hard as a rock, glistening with the slick remnants of their heated session. Behind him, Shipra lay sprawled in a state of exhaustion and satisfaction, her body quivering with the lingering aftershocks of the relentless pleasure Patode had wrung from her. She was still catching her breath, struggling to recover from the second brutal round of fucking that had left her utterly spent. For over fifteen relentless minutes, he had kept her pinned in a prone position, her body completely at his mercy as he drove her to climax after climax, leaving her mind blank and her body shaking.

Her long hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her sweat-drenched skin, her face buried into the mattress as if seeking some refuge from the onslaught she had just endured. The pillow he had positioned beneath her hips kept her ass raised high, leaving her thighs parted wide in a lewd display of submission. Her legs were splayed open, completely exposing the evidence of their raw, unrestrained fucking. Her pussy was thoroughly used, glistening with a mix of her arousal, the soft inner lips swollen and flushed from the merciless pounding she had taken.

The sheets beneath her told their own story, a large damp spot darkening the fabric where her juices had soaked through, a physical reminder of the debauchery that had taken place. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady, intoxicating mix that seemed to cling to everything. Patode placed the phone carefully in a recording position stuck between the mattress and the edge of the wooden bed, having just finished sending explicit updates to Toppo. A sense of triumph radiated from his eyes as he turned back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. His eyes roved over the sight of her—utterly debauched, utterly conquered. The marks of his hands were still visible on her hips where he had held her in place, the faint bruises a reminder of how roughly he had taken her.

"So, tell me, Shipra," he began, his voice dripping with mockery, "which position did you enjoy the most? Getting pounded from behind like the filthy little bitch? Or being taken in the prone position, completely submitting to me like a good obedient sub?" His tone was cruelly teasing, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he drank in the sight of her still-quivering thighs. "You don't need to answer right now, we will be trying some more positions before I am done with you. You can tell me in the morning," Patode continued.

Shipra raised her head slightly, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and remnants of pleasure. The words Patode spat at her were cruel, each one piercing her pride, but despite herself, her body’s response betrayed her. She could feel another rush of wetness seeping between her thighs, undeniable evidence of her arousal. She knew she should refuse, should put an end to this madness, but the words that left her lips were faint, uncertain.

"I don't think I can take anymore, Patode," she whispered, her voice hoarse, laced with exhaustion. "Please, let's call it a night." Her plea was soft, almost a murmur, as if she herself wasn't convinced.

But Patode wasn’t ready to stop; he had tasted victory, the power of making her surrender, and he wasn't going to let that go. He stepped closer, his dark eyes gleaming with a twisted mix of lust and dominance. His hand trailed down her sweat-slicked spine, fingers dragging possessively over her quivering skin. He could see the way her body responded, the subtle arching of her back, the way her thighs instinctively spread wider as if inviting him back in.

“Oh, I know you can take it and besides I haven't cummed even once, Shipra,” he growled. Without warning, he slapped her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Shipra yelped, her body jolting forward from the impact, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs. Patode smirked at her reaction, relishing in the power he held over her. “You think I’m satisfied after just a couple of rounds? In fact with such a sexy MILF like you, I’ve barely gotten started. I’m going to fuck you senseless, all night long, until you've lost all your inhibition and shame.”

He leaned over her, his large frame looming over her prone, submissive form. His breath was hot against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Let’s face it, Shipra. You’re not the dutiful wife you pretend to be,” he whispered, his tone dripping with derision. “You’re just a slut desperate to be fucked right, something your pathetic husband could never give you. Admit it,” he hissed, his fingers finding their way back between her thighs, parting her swollen lips to rub against her slick entrance. “Admit that no one has ever made you cum so hard repetitively before. You're loving every second of this adulterous sex.”

Shipra bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to spill out. Every degrading word he spoke should have filled her with disgust, should have made her push him away, but instead, they sent a jolt of forbidden excitement coursing through her. Her body arched into his touch, her inner walls clenching desperately around nothing, craving the fullness of him once more.

Patode’s fingers teased her mercilessly, dipping just inside her cunt before pulling away, keeping her on edge. “What’s the matter, Shipra? Too ashamed to admit how much you love this?” he taunted, withdrawing his fingers completely, leaving her empty and wanting. “Or maybe you’re afraid to admit that you’re a filthy little whore who gets wet just thinking about me fucking you?”

A strangled moan escaped her lips, and she could feel her resolve crumbling, the last shreds of her dignity slipping away.

“Oh goddd Patode... please,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, “Yes....I am loving it, Patode. Just... just don't tease me.” The words were barely out before she felt his hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet his gaze.

“That's more like it," he growled, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. He yanked her hair roughly, forcing her to look up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and building desire. "Then you're going to totally enjoy what I am going to do next," he continued, his voice a low, menacing rumble.

"Let's try something more traditional, shall we?" Patode taunted, releasing her hair abruptly and watching her head drop back onto the pillow. "I want to see that pretty face of yours while I ruin you," he said, leaning down to nip at her neck, leaving a trail of possessive bites along her collarbone.

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back with a force that left her breathless. Her legs fell open instinctively, her body betraying her mind as it readied itself for him. Patode positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze lingering on the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, still dripping from their last round.

"That's much better," he murmured, as he traced a finger down her wet slit, collecting her juices before bringing his finger to his lips and tasting her. "Sweet and ready, just how I like it."

Shipra's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. There was a moment of defiance in her eyes, a flicker of resistance, but it was quickly extinguished as he lined his throbbing cock against her entrance.

"I want you to watch me," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Look at me while I fuck you senseless. I want to see how a real man fucks a married slut."

With a slow, agonizing push, he entered her, inch by inch, his cock stretching her walls to their limits. Shipra’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled her completely, the sensation both painful and exhilarating.

Patode’s grin widened as he saw her reaction, her nails clawing at the sheets as her body struggled to accommodate his girth. He leaned over her, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, his face inches from hers. “There it is,” he whispered, thrusting deeper, watching her eyes roll back. “That’s the look I wanted. That’s the face of a woman being fucked like she’s never been fucked before.”

He pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming back into her with a force that shook the bed. Shipra cried out, her body jerking upwards, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her. 

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.....

Patode didn’t relent; he set a brutal pace, each thrust driving her further up the bed, his grip on her wrists tightening to keep her in place

Unghhh...Unghhhh...Unghhhh

“Tell me,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to pound into her, “Who’s a better lover, a better fuck? Your pathetic husband or me? I want to hear you say it.”

Shipra tried to turn her head away, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed her jaw and turned it towards him, forcing her to look at him. “Say it,” he demanded, his eyes burning into hers. "Say it, or I'll stop," Patode threatened.

Her eyes widened at the threat, despite the humiliation, the need coursing through her veins was undeniable. “No, Patode... please... don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, each word punctuated by a moan as his thick cock teased the edge of her entrance, threatening to withdraw completely.

“Then answer me,” he snarled, his grip tightening on her jaw, pushing her closer to a mix of pain and pleasure as he slowed his pace almost stopping his rhythmic strokes. “Who’s fucking you better me or your dear hubby?”

Shipra’s resolve faltered, the desperation to keep feeling the pleasure overriding any lingering shame. Her breaths came out in ragged gasps, her body betraying her as she bucked her hips towards him, desperate to feel him deep inside her again. But Patode remained still, holding her on the brink, waiting for the words he craved to hear.

“You…,” she finally managed to choke out, tears of frustration and twisted pleasure welling up in her eyes. “You’re fucking me better,” she whimpered, her voice barely more than a breathless confession.

“Louder, slut. Better than who,” he commanded, his eyes glinting with triumph as he watched her surrender to the dark desires he was coaxing out of her.

“You’re fucking me better than my husband!” Shipra screamed, the sound almost feral, as if the admission itself pushed her closer to the edge. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and raw lust, the confession tearing through her last vestiges of resistance.

“Good girl,” Patode purred, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he released her jaw, only to slide his hand down to her delicate throat. He wrapped his fingers around it, applying just enough pressure to make her eyes widen in both fear and a strange, thrilling excitement. “Now, keep those pretty eyes on me, while fuck you to another orgasm” he hissed, his grip on her throat firm but not painful, a promise of control that sent a fresh wave of wetness between her thighs. “I want to see your innocent face when I make you cum like the filthy little slut you are.”

With that, he thrust back into her, his cock filling her completely, hitting that spot deep inside that made her see stars. Shipra’s back arched, her nails raking down his forearms as he set a punishing rhythm, each stroke driving her closer to the precipice. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her gasps and cries growing louder, more desperate, as the pressure built inside her once more.

“You can't get enough, don’t you?” Patode taunted, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. “Being fucked like the needy little slut you are, begging for every inch of my cock. This is the whorish side of you that you’ve been hiding all along. Isn't it?”

Shipra’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his words cutting through her like a blade, making her inner walls clench around him as she was dragged helplessly toward another climax. “Yes… oh god, yes… don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need, her eyes glazed over as she met his gaze.

Patode’s smile turned savage as he increased his pace, slamming into her with a force that had the bed creaking beneath them, her body jerking with each powerful thrust. “That’s right, Shipra. Cum for me, show me how much you're loving being degraded and defiled by my cock,” he growled, his hand tightening around her throat just enough to make her vision blur at the edges, heightening her pleasure to an unbearable intensity.

Shipra's screams reached a fever pitch as her body shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her trembling, every nerve ending set alight with sensation. The sight of her coming undone, her face contorted in ecstasy as she rode the waves of her climax, was enough to push Patode to the brink.

“Fuck… you’re squeezing me so tight, Shipra… I swear I’m going to ruin you for your precious hubby,” he snarled, the words laced with a vicious, possessive heat. “When I’m done with you, you’ll never feel the same way with him. You’ll always know who owns this pussy now and will crave to be stuffed by my meat.”

He didn’t let up, even as her body convulsed beneath him, her cries turning into breathless whimpers as she was pushed into overstimulation. His eyes never left her face, drinking in the sight of her surrender, the proof of his complete domination over her.

Shipra’s entire body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending singing from the aftershocks of her latest climax. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, eyes glazed, pupils blown wide as she clung to the last threads of her sanity. She was utterly lost, overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of pleasure and degradation that he was forcing upon her. There was nothing left in her world but the relentless thrust of Patode’s cock, filling her, stretching her, and pulling her under again and again.

Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as another orgasm tore through her, her cries a desperate, broken symphony of ecstasy. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, but still, he did not let up. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady, forcing her to take him deeper, harder, driving her into the mattress with a merciless rhythm that left her gasping for air.

“Brace yourself, Shipra,” Patode growled, his voice a guttural snarl thick with desire, the words dripping with the promise of something forbidden. He was teetering on the edge of his own release, every muscle in his body straining as he fought to hold back. "I can't hold it Shipra. I’m going to flood your womb with my potent seed, Shipra. I want you to take it all, every last drop. Let me cum inside you… let us cum together,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and ragged, each word a plea edged with desperation. He could feel her tight walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had, and it was driving him to the brink.

The temptation was too much to resist. The allure of fucking the elusive Shipra raw, the thrill of having her bare and vulnerable, her married pussy wrapped around him after all this time—it was intoxicating. He wanted to keep going, to push her past every boundary, to take her in ways no one else had, to claim her in a way that left no doubt who she belonged to in that moment. The thought of filling her up, of spilling himself deep inside her, sent a surge of primal lust coursing through him. He was losing control, his restraint slipping with every thrust, the need to cum inside her becoming unbearable.

But then, Shipra’s dazed voice broke through the haze of lust clouding his mind. “No… No, Patode... you... promised... to pull out,” she screamed, her voice raw and panicked as reality crashed down around her. Up until now, she had been lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her, allowing him to take her bareback, ignoring the filthy things he whispered in her ear, the taunts and insults he used to degrade her marriage, to push her into a desperate frenzy of need. She had played along with his every fetish, letting him use her, humiliate her, all for the sake of the intense, forbidden pleasure he was giving her. But this—this was too much. The threat of a creampie, of being filled with his seed, was a line she couldn’t allow him to cross.

“NOOOO!!!” she cried out, her voice rising to a shrill pitch, her body bucking against him in a desperate attempt to pull away, to escape the hold he had on her. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and panic now, snapping her back to reality. Despite it being her safe day, she couldn’t let him degrade her to this extent. The thought of being bred, of having his cum deep inside her, was too much for her to bear. She had given in to everything else, but this was the one thing she couldn’t allow, the one boundary she couldn’t let him break.

She pushed against his chest, her hands trembling as she tried to shove him away, her nails digging into his skin in her frantic attempt to get free. “You promised, Patode!” she screamed, her voice panicky with a stern look towards Patode . “You promised to pull out! Don’t you dare cum inside me!”

Patode's eyes glinted with a mix of frustration and dark amusement as he gave Shipra a hard, penetrating look. “Only if you let me fuck you again in the morning,” he growled, his voice dripping with the promise of more debauchery. He punctuated his demand with a sudden, deep thrust, driving himself into her with a force that made her body jolt, his cock buried to the hilt inside her slick, trembling heat. He purposely twitched his cock inside her, making her gasp as her overstimulated walls clenched around him in a desperate, involuntary response.

Shipra's breath hitched, panic flooding her already clouded mind. “Okay… okay, Patode, pull it out now!” she begged, her voice tinged with desperation, every nerve in her body on edge, terrified of him breaking his promise.

With a wicked grin, Patode relented, but not before giving her a few more quick, punishing thrusts that had her moaning despite herself, her back arching off the bed. “Good girl,” he muttered, his voice a low, satisfied growl. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

Finally, he pulled out, his cock slick and glistening, twitching with the need for release. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Climbing up her body with a feral intensity, he positioned himself with his knees on either side of her heaving breasts, which were spilling out from the confines of her disheveled blouse. Shipra’s eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he intended.

Instinctively, she covered her face with her hands, expecting him to either force himself into her mouth or plaster her face with his cum. But Patode had different plans. “No, no, sweetheart… I’ve got something else in mind,” he taunted, his voice a lewd whisper. With one hand, he began to stroke his cock furiously, the wet sounds of his slick shaft moving through his fist filling the room, each obscene stroke accompanied by a deep, primal groan from the depths of his throat.

He leaned over her, his gaze locked on her chest, his eyes burning with a perverse satisfaction as he aimed himself. The sight of Shipra beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, the remnants of their debauchery coating her thighs, was enough to send him over the edge. Within seconds, he let out a loud, guttural groan, his body shuddering violently as he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from him, painting her chest in sticky streaks, each spurt more powerful than the last.

Patode was relentless, his hips jerking as he continued to stroke himself, directing every last drop of his release onto her. Rope after rope of his cum splattered across her skin, coating her in a sheen of his essence. He was thorough, deliberate, making sure that none of his release went to waste. The lewd display lasted for what felt like an eternity, until he finally drained himself dry, collapsing beside her on the bed with a loud, satisfied thud, panting heavily as he caught his breath.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing. Shipra, still trembling from the intense encounter, hesitated before slowly lowering her hands from her face. She had expected the worst, but what she found was something far more devastating. She pushed herself up, resting against the bed’s headboard, her body still weak and shaky from the brutal session.

As her gaze traveled down her own body, she gasped, her eyes widening in shock and horror. Her chest was a mess, covered in a thick layer of Patode’s cum. But it wasn’t just her skin that was defiled—her mangalsutra, the sacred chain that hung around her neck, the symbol of her vows, her marriage, her commitment to her husband, was now dripping with Patode’s semen.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. The delicate gold chain, once a testament to her love and fidelity, was now tarnished, desecrated by the physical evidence of her infidelity. The sight of his cum smeared across the sacred beads was a cruel, humiliating reminder of her betrayal, a testament to how far she had fallen from grace.

Shipra’s chest tightened, a mixture of shame, guilt, and a twisted, lingering arousal swirling within her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight, her fingers shaking as they reached up to touch the mangalsutra, feeling the warm, sticky mess that clung to it. The weight of what she had done, the line she had crossed, settled heavily on her shoulders.


Patode noticed the shift in Shipra's demeanor and let out a low, mocking laugh that filled the room. “Just look at you,” he taunted, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Wearing my cum like it’s a new piece of bridal jewelry,” he sneered, eyes gleaming as he took in the sight of her, covered in the evidence of their forbidden encounter.

“You know,” he continued with a cruel smile, “you really should have let me finish inside you. But this?” He gestured to the mangalsutra dripping with his release. “This is even better. Now, every time you see that necklace, you’ll remember tonight, remember how I took you, how you begged for it, how you loved every second of being defiled.”

"Shut up Patode, that was over the line. You did it intentionally didn't you," Shipra said in a firm angry tone as she reached out for the night stand to get the tissue. She took out a few and hurled the rest of the box towards Patode in anger. "Get out now, you don't get to stay the night for what you did,"

"Oh come on, It's not such a big deal Shipra," Patode said nonchalantly. "You are overreacting. You just cheated on your husband, allowed me to fuck you bareback and even acknowledged me as a better lover than your husand, does it really matter now if I ruined your mangalsutra with my jizz?" Patode snatched the tissue from Shipra's hand.

"What the hell Patode," Shipra shot back frustrated at Patode's action. "Enough of your lewd comments Patode," Shipra continued her voice grew louder as she confronted him, her eyes narrowing into a stern, unforgiving glare. “You did it just to degrade my marriage, to humiliate me for your own sick pleasure. Isn’t that right?” Her words were sharp, biting, meant to wound as she struggled to reclaim her dignity.

Patode just leaned back against the headboard, an infuriatingly smug grin plastered across his face, clearly unfazed by her outburst. His nonchalance only stoked the fire of her anger further.

“And all that talk about being a better lover and all?” Shipra continued, her voice shaking with emotion. “That was just sex talk, things said in the heat of the moment. It meant nothing, do you hear me? Nothing at all, Patode!” She could barely look at him, the shame of everything that had transpired weighing heavily on her. “I was vulnerable, caught up in the moment, and you got lucky, that’s all. I let myself get carried away by everything you did tonight. Now hand over the tissue and get lost." Shipra tried to get rid of Patode unable to face the embarassing situation as the reality of her action finally dawned on her.

“Sex talk? Heat of the moment? Meant nothing?” Patode sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Who are you fooling, Shipra? Just minutes ago, you were screaming my name, begging me to go harder, deeper, as you came over and over. Don’t pretend it was just meaningless. Have you ever been fucked like that before?” His tone was relentless, his words slicing through her like a knife.

He took a step closer, eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction as he watched her flinch. “The way your body trembled, the way you spasmed around me with every stroke—it was obvious, Shipra. You’ve been starving, unsatisfied, and I gave you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

Shipra opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off, refusing to let her speak. “And let’s be real, Shipra. If you truly cared about that husband of yours, if he really mattered, you would have taken off that mangalsutra before you spread your legs for me.” His voice was low, menacing, as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes, I ejaculated on your precious mangalsutra on purpose,” he confessed with a twisted grin. “I did it to show you that you don’t have to be chained by that piece of jewelry anymore. Tonight, you chose your desires over the empty vows that necklace represents. And now, look at it,” he gestured towards her chest, where the mangalsutra hung, defiled. “Covered in my cum. It’s proof of what you truly want, of the woman you are underneath all that pretense.”

He gave a dark, triumphant laugh. “Don’t bother cleaning it off. You should take it off, Shipra, and tie it around my cock instead. That’s where your loyalty belongs now—with a real man who can give you the satisfaction and support you’ve been denied."

“You’re disgusting, Patode,” she spat, her voice dripping with mockery as she fought to steady her racing heart. Each word he uttered was a knife twisting deeper, a cruel reminder of how far she had let herself go. “If you think you’ve broken me, if you believe I’m going to become another one of your toy like Namrata, then you’re dead wrong,” Shipra shot back, her tone laced with defiance.

But Patode just laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Am I? We’ll see about that.” He reached out, almost casually, and caressed Shipra's cheek, his touch a cruel mockery of tenderness. “I’ll give you some time to pretend this was all just a vulnerable moment for you, but we both know the truth. You're hooked to this feeling and you’ll come crawling back, begging for more.”

With that, he turned away, grabbing his phone swiftly and clothes from the floor with a casual ease, as if he had done it countless times. He paused at the door, throwing one last, taunting glance over his shoulder. “I'll be waiting for our morning session Shipra, as you promised, you know where to find me. My cock will be extra hard in the morning for you.”

And then he was gone, leaving Shipra alone in the dimly lit room, the silence pressing down on her like a physical weight. 


End of Chapter 25: Taken and Tamed : Part 2 : Can't get enough

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