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Please give a update tonight..

I just posted yesterday....

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The husband has fear towards the boss to ask anything, so he will just enjoy the degradation of the wife.

Manav wasn't a coward.. He went to confront his boss and unfortunately he wasn't at home and all he is watching are old recording which he came change

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Eagerly waiting for next very big update..

Love all your pics uploaded here

Sorry Anushka ji.. i can't guarantee of BIG updates because I don't get enough time to actually write every week

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I think we are at a pivotal moment in this story. Before he takes her again, she is going to try this position with her husband, he is going to melt in minutes and in her fury of disappointment, she is going to slap him. Then when Lakhan visits again, he's going to find a different Dhristi waiting for him. let him come with time to savour her properly. Enough of these single shot quickies. Let them make love, not war.

She is still battling her mind if she can enjoy sex with lakhan or fight for her chastity.. this is the first time she didn't put a fight and could enjoy the sex... But the post ? clarity might hit her

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Chapter 20 : April 19th - The Aftermath

Dhristi's eyes remained locked on the spot where Lakhan had just been, her gaze unfocused as she tried to make sense of the tumult of emotions that raged within her.


Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her breasts still exposed and glistening with sweat that had been mixed with the sticky residue of Lakhan's climax. She could feel the coolness of the air conditioning against her overheated skin. The cum was a slick, warm trickle between her thighs, a physical reminder of the monstrous act that had just transpired.

But as Dhristi looked up at the ceiling, I saw something unexpected reflected in them. It wasn't anger, nor was it the vacant expression that had become her shield in the face of Lakhan's relentless violation. Instead, she saw a glimmer of...what? Contentment? Satisfaction? The realization washed over me like a wave of nausea.

Could it be that she enjoyed this? That she had found some twisted solace in the arms of her rapist? The thought was too much to bear, and yet, there it was, staring me in the face, as raw and stark as the scene I had just witnessed.

Dhristi remained on the couch, her legs splayed open, the fabric of her blouse hanging off her shoulders. Her sari was a crumpled mess around her waist, exposing her still-throbbing pussy to the cold, uncaring air. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the nipples still erect, the dark areolae standing out starkly against her pale skin.

It was a stark contrast to the woman I had known, the one who would blush at the mere mention of our intimate moments. The one who would meticulously clean herself after every act of love, as if washing away any trace of our passion was a sacred ritual. But here she was, her body laid bare and sticky with Lakhan's cum, making no effort to cover herself up.

Her breasts, once a source of shy delight for me, now stood proud and defiant, the nipples still taut from his brutal attention. Her pussy, which had only known my gentle touch, was swollen and glistening, a silent testament to the depraved act that had just occurred.

As I watched, I felt an unexpected sensation stirring in my pants. I looked down and realized with a jolt of horror that I was erect. The sight of Dhristi, my beloved Dhristi, used and abused in such a way, had somehow aroused me. The guilt washed over me like a cold shower, dousing the flames of anger that had been burning in my chest.

I had been her confidant, her protector, the one who had promised to cherish and love her. And now, as she lay there, a shell of her former self, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal. It was as if my body had turned against me, betraying the very essence of what it meant to be her husband.

My cock throbbed in my pants, the fabric straining against its sudden hardness. I was torn between the overwhelming guilt and the carnality of my response. How could I find myself in this position, my hand moving almost of its own accord to stroke the traitorous member?

Dhristi remained on the couch, her limbs sprawled in a tapestry of defeat, her eyes vacant. I was torn apart by the sight of her, the woman I had sworn to protect, now reduced to this state. Yet, the very act of watching her in this compromised position was feeding a dark, insidious hunger within me.

As the minutes ticked by, my anger grew. It was not just at Lakhan, the monster who had violated her, but at Dhristi herself. How could she just lay there, allowing herself to be used and discarded like that? A part of me, deep down, felt betrayed. Our marriage vows had been desecrated by his brutish hands, and yet she made no effort to clean herself, to erase the evidence of his touch from her body.

But another part of me, the part that I tried so hard to ignore, was fascinated. I had never seen Dhristi in such a state of undress, never witnessed the raw, primal passion that had just been played out before my eyes. The sight of her, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her forced pleasure, was a siren's call that I could not resist.

As I stared at the screen, my hand still stroking my erection, the room suddenly plunged into darkness, the digital feed going dead.

For a moment, I was lost, adrift in a sea of confusion and guilt. Then, as if by some twisted magic, the feed flickered back to life, and the time stamp at the bottom of the screen read 4:15. Dhristi was still there, sprawled on the couch in a state of exhaustion, her body limp and her eyes closed.

With a sudden jolt of panic, she bolted upright, her eyes flying to the clock. She saw the time, the reality of the situation crashing down upon her like a ton of bricks. She had only an hour before I would arrive home from work, expecting to find her waiting for me.

Her body was a canvas of Lakhan's depravity, painted with the sticky remnants of his release. Dhristi stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly,  the walls a blur as she tried to focus on the task at hand. She had to clean herself, erase the evidence of what had been done to her, before I walked through the door.

She took a bath in record time and then came back into the living room with a mug of warm, soapy water  . The couch, a once pristine and welcoming piece of furniture, now bore the stains of Lakhan's conquest .She painstakingly scrubbed all the remains.

As the clock struck 6:15,  and I stepped through the door, my heart racing with anticipation. Dhristi looked up at me, her eyes wide and slightly glazed over. She offered a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, a facade that she had perfected .

"Hey," she greeted me, her voice a little too soft, a little too tired. "I'm just going to lie down for a bit. I'm not feeling too well."

"Of course, Dhristi," I said, my voice heavy with concern. "Let me know if there's anything I can get for you."

She retreated to the bedroom while I saw the recording of me watching TV completely oblivious of what happened on the same couch I was sitting on. Dhristi's tactics to avoid any sexual approach from me were becoming clearer. The way she would suddenly claim exhaustion or illness was a clever ploy. It had worked for a while, keeping my suspicions at bay, but now the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place with a sickening thud.

Dinner had been a silent affair, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy between us. Dhristi had barely picked at her food, pushing it around her plate with a plastic smile that didn't fool me for a second. Her eyes had been elsewhere, lost in a world I was not welcome to enter. I had tried to engage her in conversation, to bring back the spark that had once danced in her eyes when she looked at me, but she had responded with monosyllables, her gaze never quite meeting mine.

Post dinner, I saw me sleeping and immediately started snoring. The camera in night mode cast a pale, blue glow across the room, turning everything into a surreal tableau of shadows. Dhristi sat in the dim light, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she stared at the sleeping form of her husband. The digital recording was silent, but the tension was almost palpable, a mute symphony of emotions playing out in the stark contrast of light and dark.

Her gaze lingered on my chest, rising and falling with the steady rhythm of my sleep. Her eyes were a pool of conflicting emotions - guilt, anger, fear, and something else. Something that made my stomach clench as I watched from the screen. It was as if she was looking at a stranger, a man she didn't recognize anymore. Or perhaps she was looking at a man she never knew she could betray.

Dhristi's hand hovered over her own body, her fingers tracing the path Lakhan's had taken earlier. Her touch was feather-light, almost reverential, as if she was trying to understand the alien sensations that had taken over her body. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled over onto her cheeks, leaving a glistening trail in the soft glow of the moonlight. Was she crying for what had been done to her, or for the part of herself that had enjoyed it?

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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL OF YOU, TAKING A BREAK, NO MORE UPDATES THIS WEEK



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Happy Independence Day.. sad to hear that there will be no more updates this week.. Anyways, hope to get an update on Monday..

I dont understand this mentality of some of my readers. If I give an update on Friday late night after spending time till 11 ,attending calls. I get these messages to provide another update by weekend.

If I try to provide an update, then there is a taunt that the update is small and I should give a long updates because it ruins your experience.

If I skip a week, then instead of understanding, there is only taunts that they are disappointed for not having updates that week.

Even my own director isnt this particular about getting his tasks done and he pays me.

I'm not some kind of indentured employee to keep providing everyone some updates whenever they need. I only write because I want to do it as a hobby,not get pressurized by random people that I'm not doing a good job to keep them happy. 

If my wife finds out,she might divorce me ..I'm taking a huge risk writing these and noone is grateful for what I do. Instead they are disappointed that I dont churn out chapters like pulp romance.

Sorry If anyone got hurt by my statements and I dont care if anyone curses me. But I'm not going to take such backhanded comments and taunts anymore. I dont care if I dont get any comments or likes. If this hobby of mine gives pressure then I would just quit writing . 

I just checked my thread in incognito mode after a 5 hr journey and I only find this and as a writer ,no matter how bad he writes, it just spoils their mood.

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Happy Independence Day.. sad to hear that there will be no more updates this week.. Anyways, hope to get an update on Monday..

anushka
Expecting a big update this time

I'm sorry but these are the very languages used by a toxic manager at any office. "Sad to hear your grandma's loss. I hope to get the reports by Monday", "Why are you taking a small user story, I expected you to take the bigger one". You are fooling noone just because of the language. These are the just recent ones but i get similar comments throughout the thread.

I wanted to spend some time with my family but still posted an update but all I get are backhanded complaints. I dont understand the audacity people have in a free site where noone gets paid to write this. If you are hoping or expecting, keep it to yourself. Such comments provide nothing to the authors just some discouragement on to why they are even writing ? Is it because we are writing in a sinful manner we can be bullied, if thats the case, then the ones who consume it shouldnt be the one to think of it

Why would you need weekly or big updates? There is no written contract here for anyone to keep writing. If you are happy with my writing, then give an encouraging comment or if you find fault, openly criticize them. But whats the need to keep typing "where is the update?" every other day.  Not only in mine, but almost in every other story,even the Shipra's ordeal, the author has clearly said he is having professional commitments but all people do is to bug him for about providing an update.

I was advised not to engage but this is seriously getting out of hand not just for me but every other authors in xossipy. Yes, this is not a polished site like literotica where they physically approve each post looking for grammar and storytelling and any tom,dick and harry can post here about any genre. But that doesnt mean that the readers should keep bugging them for updates. Some of them even DMed me directly asking why there was no updates.

I dont care if I lose followers or view counts for this, But I feel when i tell this, I have the confidence of other authors, that we dont want your begging for updates posts anymore. If you feel that in ur mind, then just write in a notepad and then dont save the file.not in this thread.  Keep it clean and decent.

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I think I just want to clear some air right now as my comments have spiralled out of control.

First of all, i welcome criticism. If I go to a hotel and I dont like the biriyani they serve, I have every rights to criticize even if it was a free biriyani day. Whether I pay money or not, there should be criticism.

I also understand positive and negative criticism and both help me as a poster. I wouldnt even call myself a writer, I just post things with a barely enough storyline and depend more on the sex scenes. Calling me a writer is like calling a porn producer a filmmaker.

What interactive forums do allow is that u can send short updates which help in getting instant feedback and better dopamine boost compared to ISS and lit where u need to write a 2000 word chapter each time. But these forums comes with its own drawbacks as the comments arent moderated.

I too had criticized the works of others and asked for updates. For eg, I told aurelius that his watchman series had a lame ending and the last chapter needs to be reworked. I had asked some authors in lit if they are updating and only one answered back and she told me that she is busy with her personal life and mostly probably her story is dead and i never messaged her after that for this .

What made me pissed that some of the readers dont take time to provide positive or negative criticism which is what a writer needs and only asks for updates and then get pissed that the updates arent regular or big as they wish. and now they are throwing words like overconfidence, ego etc when called out.

I post here only as a form of entertainment. I could use this time to learn some courses or spend more time with family. I do it just as a way to blow off some steam. I dont want to be answerable to nameless faces who only are there to be disappointed with what I give out. not because I'm giving a bad work but because they want more and not satisfied over the time I actually spend online. Its not a compliment, but a false sense of entitlement which I have seen them show to people like airhostesses, waiters etc just because they can without repercussion.

From now.I wont spend anytime arguing with such people. I wanted to ignore but unfortunately, the life has taught me that the more I ignore, they dont stop but get more emboldened and by the language they used after I told them several times sure speaks their innate nature of bullying than actually get what they are causing.

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As a reader even this episode unable to digest. How husband keep quiet after seeing brutal seen and sleep peacefully. He decide to see rather than act. Hey bro why don't you try to write about husband decide to reveal to his wife what he see in cc tv and divorce her.

As khemucha has already explained, he is seeing the entire thing on recorded video and in that he is actually seeing himself coming home, watching tv and sleeping. He had no idea that his wife was getting fucked while he was working at home and her frequent tiredness and headaches were a way to escape from his attention. 

As I had written before, he happened to watch these recordings while he was alone. he tried to call his wife but she didnt answer, he tried to confront the boss while he was out of station so he is stuck to watching the old recordings.

Initially he was completely angry over his boss but now he is conflcted seeing his wife respond to him.

He can take up the decision only when his wife comes back or if she comes back.

He can either divorce her, or use her to extract money through blackmail or be a cuck where he watches the videos while pretending to be oblivious of her affair. Its a decision which happens once he watches the story unfold through recordings of cctv..

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Looks like Lakhan did the same to the couple lived in the house earlier and it is the reason they divorced. Now its turn of Dristi. She should ask her husband to invite his boss for dinner and make him stay in her home and after her husband goes to sleep she spend full time fucking like rabbit with lakhan. Nice update.

TBH, Lakhan had zero idea about his house, wife and anything. It was through luck or chance he stumbled on this opportunity.

I had said before that someone can take that story up. It can be like the "construction guys" episode in literotica and old xossip.

Husband brings in men to remodel the house and the SoBo wife who married him for his wealth and came to small town gets seduced by the construction guys. 

It gives what the indian erotica readers love the most, Upper class wife seduced by ugly low class guys with an added spice of casteism and religion. 

in Literotica, Shiprat continued the story of aurelius and another lady continued a story of shiprat. So if any writer wants to write that story, I would be all ears.

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Because there is unrealistic approach to draw cuckold plot.

In real world even voyeur or cuck never acts this.

However natural response or try to get even or revenge which are so natural act in real life only found literotica forum into "LOVING WIVES" category.

I never found any other forum including this so I moved literotica years ago.


another point including this platform is full of sick hijadi who takes pleasure to write specific religion women degradation and same men weak or portraying as cuck.

many years ago, literotica too had having similar problem whether black people flooded with stories of only white women degration and white men cuck. That problem solved by readers who ignore reading that stories and gave negative ratings.

Thanks Fasterboy. The story hasnt gone to CUCK stage YET. because he is only watching from a recording and he had made efforts to contact his wife and boss to demand explanation but couldnt reach them.

Unfortunately, in order to get viewership from indian readers , we need to follow the following formula

• Cheating wife
  
• Sanskari wife who ends up cheating
  
• Clueless husband who is weak in bed 
  
• Initial forced scenes and then full time indulgent
  
• Low class men with questionable hygiene but bigger dicks and god level stamina
  
• Of course, casteism and religion differences
  
• Cuck husband who ends up liking it
  

Unfortunately, Mine tick a lot of boxes because I too want to engage readers than write a masterpiece.

There was a female writer in literotica who wrote about stories of a sexually positive woman in her 20s indulging in casual sex with other men with no humiliation or forced kinks but she too changed to cheating wives after a while.

as they say "Jo dikhta hai, wo bhikta hai". Either u write stories in other genres hoping to convert ur readers to that or end up changing ur genre for ur readers

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The post event watching husband is headed to a dark place if he is not careful ... if Lakhan had defeated Dhristi then, he seems to be defeating the surveillance video watching husband now ... is this darkness necessary to give him the motivation of watching the rest of the videos ... if that's your plot, will he be able to get out of it ... how?

That last parts are well written and the last three paragraphs are perfect, but in the ones preceding that from the time he comes home, it might be a good idea to provide more explicit separation of the response of the husband then, visible in the video when all this was happening, and remembered by the husband now about her withdrawal and growing disconnect with him, and the husband now, who is watching the videos of what had transpired, specially in the scenes where he's watching himself and Dhristi interact in those days. The part where you talk about him remembering her avoiding sexual interaction is a bit more clear in this regard, but I had to read the one below twice or thrice to get what you are actually conveying.

e.g. "... pushing it around her plate with a plastic smile that didn't fool me for a second. Her eyes had been elsewhere, lost in a world I was not welcome to enter.  ..." - did not fool the husband for a second now or then? The realization that she was lost in a world he was not welcome to enter, did this realization dawn now or was it being felt then too. The way you have written these lines, it can be interpreted both ways and cause some confusion, because it does not make sense then, even if he had felt the growing aloofness.

Its an intricate dance you've chose to dance, almost Inception-like. See if you can dance it in distinct costumes(metaphorically speaking, of course), so that readers don't get confused between the two husbands - the one then and the one now. Its not that the one then was blind; he saw what was happening, but did not know the reason and was confused and did not know how to respond, and may be made a few mistakes of omission along the way. The tango between the two avatars of the husband can be as fascinating as the one between Lakhan and Dhristi.

Thank you for ur analysis and I want to tell a real life incident of a person I knew where his wife was cheating him for close to a year. He said that there were so many clues of what she was doing but he never connected those as being wrong but once he discovered her cheating, he realised that she was playing with him for a year.

The same was happening here, he assumed that she was being moody,tired, irritating etc because he made her in a rich colony where half the hpuses were empty and rest were high class to talk to her.  Manav is literally watching himself getting fooled by her in every recording and her changes.  

In the previous recordings, he saw her being completely helpless as Lakhan forced on her but this time she participated with his instructions and at night, she was crying not because she was violated because she might have enjoyed and Manav can sense that from the recordings which is making his anger waiver because all these times, his wife was a victim and now she is participating

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Hi,

I came across this story, and I must say, it’s really gathering attention for all the right reasons.

First a note to you, dear Author:
I noticed in one of your comments, you called yourself an amateur and compared yourself to a porn producer. Please don’t do that. No one is born a storyteller. Everyone starts somewhere. What matters is your ability to evolve and clearly, you have what it takes. Your story has emotional layers, sex, excitement, innovative angles, tension and most of all 'a couple in Love'. That’s more than what many can manage. So I'll suggest, don't under estimate yourself.
It takes real brains to plot something like this and you are going good till now. Just try to take the comments in a positive way, it would make you sound more mature.

Now the Story:
Right from the beginning, the plot has been engaging and fresh. The CCTV angle was a brilliant out of the box idea. That initial moment where Dhristi had to quickly slip into her nightie while still wet was totally unexpected and incredibly realistic. It didn’t feel staged at all, which made it that much more intense and natural. I wish we could experience more of such natural exciting scenarios in future.


However, things took a very dark and disturbing turn with the incident where Lakhan bangd Dhristi the first time. I was praying if some event could have stopped that from happening but alas. It was difficult and uncomfortable to see her go through such a traumatic encounter. The energy changed completely, and I genuinely felt pain for her. (Thankfully, the narrative showed that her body started liking his brutality which kind of saved the day to little extent showing how the body sometimes reacts independently of the mind). But yeah, such incidents are tend to happen as its a reality so can't call it completely unrealistic, hence it didn’t feel totally implausible.
  (I initially had imagined a different direction, Maybe someone trying to approach Dhristi slowly & carefully while she was home alone . It would have been really interesting to see someone  trying to woo a woman who is so much devoted to her Husband) 
(On a second thought, being a woman like Dhristi & how carefully a village woman remains in real, wouldn't she have checked if Lakhan has already left and to quickly latch the door before undressing? Just a thought )


What I truly appreciate is how well you've captured emotional complexity, especially from Manav’s perspective. His pain, love, and confusion are portrayed so well that it shows the depth of his feelings for Dhristi and how broken he is by her suffering.

A lot of people may not understand or agree, but I personally feel Dhristi has shown remarkable strength. She's been fighting a war within herself, battling her body’s involuntary reactions during these forced acts. She has never willingly encouraged Lakhan, and yet, her poor body betrays her, which adds another tragic layer to her experience. And each time, after the act, her breakdowns show how deeply it affects her. She's not weak or characterless, she’s enduring something emotionally devastating, and her strength lies in surviving it day after day.
She is new to this kind of raw sex with such a big cock which she never thought existed and its like, her body never thought such wild make outs could have such an affect on her. Still each day, after Lakhan leaves, she goes into this depressive state which CCTV shows without a capture doubt which can't be a lie as she is not aware of CCTV.


Many readers are questioning Manav’s manliness, but I disagree. Like one of the readers already explained very clearly that he went to confront Lakhan right away after seeing the footage, even knowing his influence. That takes courage. The scene where he frantically calls the previous house owner, thinking maybe someone is spying on them, shows a man who's desperate, afraid, and trying to protect his wife. He acted out of love.
                       Readers need to understand that, all he has, at the moment is the CCTV footage and with time, things are becoming confusing for him. At first, he was understandably furious and was going through all kinds of emotions and still is,  but as he observes more footage, he’s entering a complex mental state where emotions like confusion, anger, guilt, and curiosity mix. He now is in analyzing state where he's even questioning himself when he finds arousal creeping in while watching footage. 
Important to note here is that, he never got hard when he saw Drishti getting brutally bangd .He started getting hard only when he felt, may be Dhristi's body also liking it. His hardness somewhere is linked with Dhristi's unwanted happiness. 
Just like Dhristi, he also is seeing for the very first time how raw and wild sex can be.
It’s not about perversion, it’s about the raw truth of how our minds and bodies can react when placed in unthinkable circumstances.
He sees that despite everything, Dhristi hasn’t become someone who’s chasing Lakhan or betraying her marriage. He sees the truth, the raw, painful reality of a woman who cries when she’s alone. This is at least comforting to him.




People forget that human physiology isn’t always under our control. Our minds might say one thing, but bodies don’t always comply. Similarly,  Manav's cock is not in his control and sometimes in life things can shock you and make you question your morals when doing unthinkable things. 
In a painful way, he’s learning more about himself, his limits, and his desires and so is Dhristi though unwillingly.  
                   BUT, the most beautiful thing author has managed to preserve is the love between Manav and Dhristi. Despite everything, that love still breathes through the cracks of trauma. Maybe Dhristi hasn’t spoken up yet because of guilt, shame, or fear of how her husband might see her. I hope we get to see her perspective soon.....

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- One suggestion, you don't have to explain your plot and reasons to each and everyone here. Also, you should restrict yourself from revealing story plots about what could happen in future. Let it remain a mystery. That’s part of the charm.

- Some readers claiming that Manav is slowly turning cuckold. I see no problem in that. It your story, write it in your way. One of the best stories on xossipy 'Knowing my wife...." was also based on cuckold, yet the character husband in there was more of a man than most of the men who claim to be one. He was a perfect husband in every way.
            Being a cuckold doesn't make anyone less of man. Being a cuckold doesn’t strip a man of love, strength, or character. It all comes down to how the story is told. So i suggest, please go along with the plot you have in mind.

But please, don’t ever take away the love between Manav and Dhristi. That’s the heartbeat of the story. The moment she becomes just another “characterless” woman, you risk losing the emotional weight you’ve built so carefully. Let love persist because that's what’s making this story shine despite the darkness.
Love should always perspire and i think till now, you are doing that beautifully.

Looking forward to the next update.
love,
❤️

Thank you critic honest. You literally live upto your name.. this is the type of comments I need where i can reflect on the feedback and make sure that my story goes in right direction..

As you had noted ,i have seen in many of these "sanskari wife" stories where she is completely chaste until the first fuck and then she becomes a complete whore...it's as though a bigger dick can change her entire brain ..

That's why I'm taking it slow, where dhrusti goes through after the violation. She doesn't change just because he gives better sex but she has no choice.

As you said Manav isn't typical cuck because he tried to confront her and the boss. 

I also agree that I should not always listen to readers because many are in two camps, one group somehow empathize cheating and want that cheater to be punished at end .. another group loves the taboo cheating and wants more taboo degrading sex of the wives especially with low class Men etc.

As you had said , the initial one had to be forced because the entire story is about moral corruption and I also didn't want to make it too violent but at the same time , a tame surrender would spoil the tension. That's why in the next ones, she resists but I didn't make it too intense because i do understand some people love taboo but not violent sex .

I wanted to steer out but as I've listed in previous comment , there are few stereotypes for Indian wife story and I still check most of them.

As I wrote in another comment, this story is an inspiration from "who watches the watchman" by aurelius. Which ironically was conceived by another lit author and asked me if I can write. I wanted to make it more slow and intense because in watchman series, the story lost steam once she had sex and once she became a complete slut. 

I'll warn that my story will also lose steam soon once she becomes fully a slut and I'll try to bring it to conclusion because it's just a porn site with different positions.

Let's see how it all goes and i cannot guarantee if i might even complete it considering life can always throw a curve ball at you ..

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Chapter 21 : April 20th - The Rest day

The silence in the room was a living entity, a thick, suffocating presence that seemed to swallow the very air she breathed. Her thoughts raced, a cacophony of doubt and confusion. Why wasn't she fighting him anymore? Why did her body respond so eagerly to his touch, even when her mind screamed for it to stop?


I was disgusted and then closed the video, my hand shaking with a mix of anger and disbelief. The date on the next file was April 20th. It was small, just a fraction of the size of the previous ones. It had to be innocuous, right? It had to be. I clicked on it, bracing myself for whatever Lakhan had recorded. The video opened with the familiar digital static that seemed to be the backdrop of our lives now. The scene was the same, the living room of our home, but the time was different. The curtains were drawn, the room cast in a dim, eerie light.

Dhristi sat on the couch, her posture tense and her eyes darting around the room. She was dressed in a simple yellow salwar kameez, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. She had finished her work early.

The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one a silent scream in the stillness of the night. The digital glow of the numbers shifted from 1:00 to 1:30 PM, but there was no sign of Lakhan. She had been waiting for him, her body primed and ready for whatever twisted pleasure he had in store for her tonight. But as the minutes stretched into an hour, she began to realize that he wasn't coming.

Dhristi's eyes searched the room, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. Was it disappointment? Relief? Or perhaps a strange mix of both, a toxic cocktail of emotions that had become a part of her very essence in this digital hell. Her chest rose and fell with the heavy burden of her breaths, each inhale a silent prayer for strength, each exhale a sigh of...what? Relief? Or was it something darker?

Her hand, shaking slightly, reached for the remote. She turned on the TV, the flickering screen casting an eerie glow over the room. The sound was muted, a silent backdrop to the tumultuous thoughts that plagued her mind.

I moved the cursor the time when I arrived, The evening had been like any other, a mirage of normalcy in a world gone mad. Dhristi had greeted me with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, serving me a dinner she had prepared with trembling hands. We had eaten in silence, the weight of her secret pressing down on us like a heavy shroud.

The digital clock ticked away the hours, each second a silent witness to the lie they were living. I watched as Dhristi sat beside me on the couch, her hand resting tentatively on my knee. It was a gesture that had once been a declaration of love, but now it felt like a lie, a Band-Aid over a festering wound.

I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her smile never quite reached her eyes. It was as if she was playing a part in a twisted play, a tragic heroine whose soul had been ravaged by an unseen monster. And here I was, the clueless hero, oblivious to the horrors that unfolded when I was away to office and Lakhan visited.

Dhristi's mood swings had become more pronounced in the past few months, and I had attributed it to the stress of adapting to the new city, to the loneliness of a housewife's life. But now, as I watched her, I understood. The days that Lakhan didn't come were the days she was fighting her own demons, reliving the traumas he had forced upon her, trying to reconcile the Dhristi I knew with the one who lay on that couch, trembling with fear and desire.

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer, and I found myself unable to look away from the screen. She was a prisoner in her own mind, and the house had become her cell. The very walls that were supposed to protect her were now a silent witness to her suffering, each room holding a dark secret that she tried so desperately to keep from me.

[tharkibudda]

Sorry for the long gap and a very short update with no Action. The last couple of weeks were very tight because of the holidays and the festivities and also as the year ends, the amount of pressure to complete all the tasks before their Christmas vacation becomes a priority.

I'll try to add more as an when I get chance,but I cannot guarantee this weekend updates all the times. This update was just to show that I didnt run away after the intense war of words with few regulars here. Although I did get that feeling of not getting time instead of enjoying with my kids and family. I hope it doesnt become another deadline for me 

[tharkibudda]

Also I'm just glamming up Dhristi in the AI Pics just to look more sexy but Dhristi looks somewhat like this. Completely simple Village girl. i didnt see Panchayat before I started writing this but Dhristi would look close to Rinki in reality.

Someone so innocent and sanskari that your first thought in your mind goes to marriage

[tharkibudda]

You've mixed up the AM PM here. The visits are happening in the early afternoon, not night. Edit and correct if you feel like.

Thanks for noticing again.. i wonder how i might have managed without your feedback

[tharkibudda]

Hi Tharkibudda,

Thanks for the excellent update AND the great pictures. Quite a turn-on. They add to the wonderful story.

A very sincere request - PLEASE REVIVE "The Village Is No Place For Girls ".

With your unique writing skills and superb artistic pictures, it will be another hit!

Sure maybe once this is completed. I will give a fresh start to it and as others suggested,less blackmail