Thriller The Game 2 : Sex & Politics ( Teaser - Excerpt from the Story is uploaded - 12th jul

[kingqueenjoker]

Season 2 of the Game  - The Game 2 : “ Sex & Politics "
 is coming up!!!!

[aravindkkumar08]

Hey bro why don't you change the topic by both chandrani and Rupa sex and politics. Even weight will be equal with 2 married ladies banged by respective teams.

[Twilight123]

Season 2 of the Game  - The Game 2 : “ Sex & Politics - Chandrani's aspiration “
 is coming up!!!!

Waiting bro

[Bakchod Londa]

What could be better news than this... Season two is coming! I'm so excited for it.

[tamannanav]

so much seeing chandranis name in heading
looking forward to ur magical writings

[kingqueenjoker]

Here is the Excerpt   from the coming story, a small TEASER.
Let me know the feedback.

[kingqueenjoker]

Chandrani checked her watch for the fifth time in ten minutes. The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, orange glow over the bustling streets of Mumbai. The humid air clung to her skin, making the sleeveless shirt she wore stick to her body. She hoped the fabric was not too revealing, given her status in the society as a respectable NGO worker and the rumors that had been swirling around lately.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she spotted a dusty, old Swift Dzire approaching. The car looked like it had seen better days, and the loud rumble of its engine was music to no one's ears. Javed, the man she had arranged to meet, was a party worker for the Lok Vikas Party. His reputation was a curious blend of intimidation and loyalty, and she wasn't quite sure what to expect. As the car pulled over, she took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was for the greater good, and that her ambitions in politics required some... unsavory alliances.

The door creaked open, and she stepped in, the interior a stark contrast to the pristine exterior she presented to the world. The car smelled of stale cigarettes and engine oil, and the leather seats had seen better days. Javed looked over at her, his eyes lingering on the bare skin of her arms for a beat too long before shifting to meet her gaze. He had a rough, unshaven look that made him seem both dangerous and alluring in the dimming light.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani, a 41-year-old Bong NGO worker with political aspirations, anxiously awaits a meeting in the setting sun of Kolkata, worrying about maintaining her image amidst recent rumors. She sees Javed's dilapidated Swift Dzire approaching, a party worker for the Lok Vikas Party known for his intimidating yet loyal demeanor. Upon entering the car, she notices its stark interior and Javed's lingering gaze on her arms, setting the tone for their rendezvous.

"Sorry for the delay, Madam," he said with a smirk, his voice gravelly. "You know how it is in the city. Sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty to keep things moving."

Chandrani pretended to scowl, feigned irritation in her voice. "Is this how you treat all your appointments, Javed saab?" She hoped the sarcasm would hide the flutter in her stomach.

Javed just chuckled, his eyes still lingering on her. "You know the drill, Madam," he said with a wink. "Sometimes you gotta squeeze the right lemons to get the juice flowing." It was clear he was referring to his less than legal activities, using slang for extortion that was all too common in the underbelly of mumbai's political landscape.

Chandrani felt a shiver run down her spine as she asked, "And where exactly are you taking me?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but the excitement of the unknown tinged her words with a hint of curiosity.

Javed's grin widened, showcasing a set of crooked teeth. "Just to a little place I know," he replied, his eyes never leaving the road. "Somewhere we can talk... in private."

Chandrani felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She had to admit, the anticipation was thrilling. The line between her public and private life was blurring, and she wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement that made her palms sweat. "I hope it's not too far," she said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. "My husband and son will be expecting me."

SUMMARY^1: Javed, the unkempt party worker, greets Chandrani with a knowing smirk and an allusion to his shady tactics. Chandrani feigns irritation but feels a secret thrill. As they drive, she questions the destination, hinting at the precarious balance between her public and private lives and the potential risks she faces.

Javed's eyes darted towards her briefly before returning to the road. "Don't worry, Madam," he assured her, his tone smooth like the whiskey he was known to favor. "We'll be done before you know it." His words hung in the air, filled with a double meaning that sent a pulse of heat through her. The way he said 'done' suggested that there was more to this meeting than just political strategy.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of her phone pierced the tension in the car. Chandrani's hand flew to her purse, her heart racing. She had given strict instructions for no interruptions, but when she saw the caller ID, she knew she had to take it. It was sohail, person who handle her NGO's finance. She took a deep breath and answered, "Yes, I understand. Proceed with the transaction. It's for the orphans." The words felt heavy, coated in deceit, as she gave the green light for the money laundering scheme that would fill her political coffers.

On the other end of the line, she could hear the faint sound of a celebration, the clinking of glasses, and Sohail's laughter. "Thank you, Madam," he said, his voice filled with relief. "It's all for the children." She knew it was all a front, but she had to keep the facade intact, even when she was this deep into the shadows.

SUMMARY^1: Javed's reassurance to Chandrani carries a seductive undertone, hinting at the dual nature of their rendezvous. Chandrani's phone call from Sohail about NGO finances exposes the illicit deal they are orchestrating, which is covertly a money laundering operation for her political ambitions. Despite the guilt, she maintains the facade of philanthropy for the sake of her reputation.

SUMMARY^2: Chandrani, a Bong NGO worker with political aspirations, meets Javed, a party worker, in his car, worrying about her image amidst rumors. Javed's gaze hints at their secretive relationship. She questions the risky meeting location, and a phone call with Sohail confirms they are involved in a money laundering scheme for her political campaign.

Javed's smile grew as he nodded his head to the rhythm of her conversation, his eyes never leaving hers. The car took a sharp turn down an alley, the potholes making Chandrani bounce in her seat. She ended the call with a curt, "Goodbye," and turned her attention back to Javed. His smile was no longer playful; it was a smug, knowing grin that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Looks like you're playing a dangerous game, Madam," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But don't worry, I'm here to make sure you win."

Chandrani's cheeks flushed, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her. She had crossed a line, one she wasn't sure she could ever return from. "It's for the cause," she murmured, trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince him. The phone call had been a stark reminder of the double life she was leading, her desire for political power mixing with the altruistic intentions of her NGO work.

SUMMARY^1: Javed's knowing smile acknowledges the illicit nature of Chandrani's call about NGO funds. He assures her of his support, hinting at his awareness and complicity in her political games. The alleyway setting underscores the clandestine nature of their rendezvous, as Chandrani grapples with the dichotomy of her actions and their consequences.

The car jolted as it entered a dingy area of the city, the concrete jungle of mumbai giving way to a labyrinth of makeshift homes. The air grew thick with the scent of burning rubbish and stale water, a stark contrast to the clean, perfumed scent of the place chandrani generally accustomed to. Chandrani's heart raced as she took in the scene around her. The narrow, winding streets were lined with people who watched the car with wary eyes, children playing in the open sewage, and women hanging clothes to dry on makeshift lines that stretched from one rooftop to another. It was a stark reminder of the disparity between her world and the one she was entering.

Javed navigated through the slums with an ease that spoke of familiarity, the car's suspension protesting with every pothole and speed bump. Chandrani felt the tension in her body spike with every unpredictable turn, her eyes darting around nervously. Her prestigious status as an NGO worker and her burgeoning political aspirations suddenly felt like a facade in this raw, unfiltered reality. She couldn't help but wonder if this was what her donors saw when they pictured their contributions at work.

SUMMARY^1: In Mumbai's slums, Javed guides Chandrani through an environment starkly different from her usual comforts. She's confronted by the harsh reality of poverty, which contrasts with her polished image. This journey into the underbelly of the city underscores the duality of her life and the potential impact of their illicit actions on her NGO's reputation.

The Swift Dzire came to an abrupt halt in front of a two-storeyed slum house that looked like it might collapse under the weight of the rusty water tank perched precariously on its roof. The ground floor was surprisingly open, revealing two shirtless men grunting and pushing their bodies to the limit with makeshift gym equipment. The sight was surreal, their muscles gleaming with sweat as they paused their workout to ogle at the unexpected visitors.

Chandrani stepped out of the car, her eyes immediately drawn to the men's bulging biceps and taut abs. She felt a flush of heat creep up her neck, despite the grime and squalor that surrounded her. Javed followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving the men as they took in Chandrani's figure with unabashed desire. She tugged at her shirt, suddenly conscious of the way it clung to her body.

"Keep moving," Javed murmured, placing a firm hand on her lower back. She stumbled slightly, the contact surprising and intimate. His touch sent a jolt through her, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal. The men at the gym watched her progress up the stairs, their eyes raking over her in a way that made her feel both exposed and powerful.

SUMMARY^1: At the slum location, Chandrani is confronted by a group of men working out, who openly stare at her. Despite the unsavory setting, she feels a sense of power from their attention. Javed's protective gesture adds an intimate dimension to their interaction, hinting at deeper feelings between them amidst the tension of their clandestine mission.

As she reached the top floor, she was greeted by a space that was surprisingly clean and organized. The floor was swept, and a single bulb cast a harsh light over the room, illuminating a desk with stacks of paper and a single chair. There was a mattress in the corner, a clear sign that Javed used this place for more than just meetings. The smell of sweat and metal hung in the air, a stark contrast to the sweet scent of the jasmine oil that usually filled her own home.

Chandrani sat tentatively on the bed, her heart racing as she watched Javed move around the room. His movements were deliberate, almost predatory, and she felt the heat of his gaze even when he wasn't looking directly at her.

"You're sweating like a pig," Javed said, his voice thick with mockery. Chandrani bristled at the comment, her hands smoothing her damp hair away from her forehead. She had always prided herself on her poise and composure, but the grime of the slum and the tension of the situation had her feeling anything but composed.

"It's hot," she snapped, trying to maintain her dignity as a bead of sweat trickled down her neck. Javed's laugh was low and deep, the kind that made her skin crawl. He took his sweet time crossing the room to the window, his movements languid and deliberate. With a flourish, he opened the other half of the window, allowing a small breeze to filter through.

SUMMARY^1: Arriving at a surprisingly neat slum room, Chandrani feels a mix of fear and attraction as Javed's behavior becomes increasingly suggestive. The room's dual purpose suggests his comfort with the area, and his mocking comment about her discomfort fuels a growing tension between them, which is only slightly relieved when he opens the window to let in some air.

SUMMARY^2: In a Mumbai slum, Javed reassures Chandrani about their money laundering scheme during her tense phone call. The stark contrast of the environment with her usual life highlights her duality. Chandrani feels a mix of power and fear from the local men's attention, and Javed's protective yet suggestive behavior in the neat slum room builds intimate tension.

"Darr se gand fat rahi hai kya?" he asked mischievously, his eyes glinting in the dim light. Chandrani's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "kyu..darr na chahie kya mujhe?" she retorted, trying to match his tone. "I've seen worse in my line of work."

With a sly smile, Javed reached behind his neck and pulled his T-shirt over his head. His torso was a canvas of taut, muscular flesh, etched with scars that told tales of battles long fought and won. The knife wound marks were stark white against his tanned skin, standing out like a grim declaration of his power and survival. He tossed the shirt aside, watching her closely as the fabric fluttered to the floor.

Chandrani's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. His body was a sculpture of hardened muscles and sinew, the kind that could bend steel bars or break a man's spirit with a single glance. Yet, it was the scars that drew her in, a silent testament to his ruthlessness. She felt a strange thrill in her stomach, a cocktail of fear and desire that she hadn't experienced in years.

SUMMARY^1: Javed teases Chandrani about her discomfort, which leads to him stripping his shirt off, revealing a body marked by battle scars. Chandrani's attraction and curiosity intensify as she sees the physical evidence of his power and resilience, feeling a complex mix of fear and desire she hasn't felt for a long time.

Javed's grin grew wider as he stepped closer to her, the heat from his body washing over her like a wave. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "mujhe jo chahiye ..bas chin leta hoon," he whispered, his hand resting dangerously close to her thigh. "karke dikhau madam...sayed tab apki "gand" fategi ?" His words were a taunt, a challenge, and she knew that he was watching her closely, waiting for the slightest flicker of fear.

Chandrani took a deep breath, willing herself to be bold. She leaned back into the mattress, her eyes never leaving his. "Javed saab," she purred, her voice thick with a mock fear she didn't quite feel. "My ass is already wet with sweat. I don't think it'll crack even if you decide to... exercise it." The mischief in her tone was clear, and she watched as his eyes darkened with lust.

"

Chandrani felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her as she realized her shirt had ridden up, exposing the curve of her belly and the delicate skin of her waist. Her armpits glistened with sweat in the harsh light, and she was acutely aware of Javed's eyes devouring the sight. She sat up abruptly, her cheeks flushing as she tugged at her shirt, pulling it down to cover herself. The fabric was sticky against her skin, and she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her side.

SUMMARY^1: In the tense atmosphere of the slum room, Javed flirtatiously challenges Chandrani, hinting at his desire for her. Despite her initial fear, Chandrani meets his challenge with a seductive remark, causing his lust to rise. As the heat between them grows, she becomes conscious of her own body's response, feeling self-conscious under his gaze.

Javed's grin was unapologetic as he leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his bare chest. "Madam," he said, his voice a purr. "You're looking...refreshed." His eyes traveled up and down her body, lingering on her exposed midriff before returning to her eyes. "But I understand, the heat can get to anyone."

He moved to a small, rickety table in the corner of the room and put on a tabble fan.The sound of fan echoed in the otherwise silent room. "Kya piyoge?" he asked, holding out the glass to her. "Would you like something hot, or something cold?"

Chandrani's eyes widened at the audacity of his question, given their current location, but she managed to keep a straight face. "Water, please," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

Javed nodded and disappeared into the attached kitchen, the sound of clinking bottles and rustling plastic echoing through the small room. The kitchen was even more cramped than she had anticipated, and she couldn't help but wonder how often he brought women here.

SUMMARY^1: Javed comments on Chandrani's flushed appearance, suggesting he finds her attractive despite the setting. He offers her a drink, playing with the temperature theme, hinting at his intentions. His ease in the cramped space makes her wonder about his history with other women in this hidden part of the slum.

Chandrani took the opportunity to stand up, her legs stiff from the tension. She tiptoed to the table fan and leaned in, pulling her shirt away from her sticky skin. The cool air rushed over her damp cleavage, sending a shiver of relief down her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling before raising her arms, letting the fan's breeze caress her pits. The act was both innocent and seductive, a silent declaration of her need to regain control in this volatile situation.

As she leaned in, she felt his eyes on her, his gaze like a hot brand on her bare skin. When she opened her eyes and turned to face him, she found Javed standing a foot away, his eyes glued to her armpits with unabashed curiosity. The realization sent a jolt of embarrassment through her, and she hastily dropped her arms to her sides, trying to play it off. "What?" she asked, her voice teasing. "You've never seen a woman's armpits before?"

Javed's smirk grew, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. "Madam," he said, his voice a low purr. "bass ice cream chatne ka man kar raha thae."

Chandrani rolled her eyes, trying to keep the situation light. "Very funny, Javed," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "But seriously, what's with the tattoo needles?"

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani uses the fan to cool herself, unknowingly flaunting her body to Javed. His intense gaze makes her self-conscious, yet she maintains a playful tone, asking about the tattoo needles on the table, hinting at the underlying tension between them.

SUMMARY^2: In the slum room, Javed strips, revealing battle scars that intrigue Chandrani. Their flirtatious banter escalates, and Chandrani feels desire and fear. Javed's ease and Chandrani's self-consciousness highlight the growing tension between them, culminating in her noticing tattoo needles on the table and his intense stare.

Javed looked over his shoulder at the small table in the corner of the room, where a few tattoo needles were scattered among a mess of ink bottles and sketches. His smirk grew into a full-blown smile. "Ah, those," he said, turning to face her fully. "Just a hobby of mine. I used to do some work on the side, you know, before I got into the party works."

Chandrani raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, you're an artist too?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light.

Javed chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "In a way," he said, walking over to her with a bottle of water in hand. "akhir hum sab e kalakar hai."

He handed her the water, his hand brushing against hers as she took it. The contact sent a jolt through her body, and she had to resist the urge to pull away. She unscrewed the cap and took a long, thirsty gulp, the cool liquid washing down her dry throat.

"Tattoos, huh?" she said, trying to keep her voice casual. She nodded towards the intricate design of roses and skulls that adorned both his hands. "Did you do those yourself?"

Javed held out his hands, displaying the artwork with a sense of pride. "Yes, Madam," he said, his eyes gleaming. "The roses... they're for the women I've had the pleasure of... entertaining." He paused, watching her reaction closely. "And the skulls... well, they're for the men who've crossed me."

SUMMARY^1: Javed confirms his past as a tattoo artist, adding another layer to his mysterious persona. He flirtatiously connects his art to his romantic encounters, hinting at his darker past. Chandrani feels a physical connection when their hands touch, and his tattoos serve as a visual representation of his dual nature.

Chandrani took a small step back, the cold reality of his words hitting her like a slap. Her grip tightened around the water bottle, the condensation slick against her palm. "bangd?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Javed shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Sometimes, you know, they don't always agree to my terms," he said with a casual wave of his hand. "But the roses, they're always for the ones who enjoyed it...though they could not walk properly afterwards" His smile was cold, devoid of any remorse.
"

Chandrani pretended to shrink away from him, her eyes wide with feigned horror. "Javed saab, please," she said, her voice trembling. "You can't just say things like that to me." Inside, she felt a thrill, a mix of fear and excitement that she hadn't experienced since her little adventure with Deb and jorawar.

Javed took a step closer, his smirk growing more pronounced. "Madam, I don't bite...unless you want me to." His eyes dropped to her mouth, and she felt a pulse of heat between her legs. She knew she had to keep up the act if she wanted to get what she came for.."

Chandrani took a sip of water, trying to compose herself. "Javed saab," she said, her voice a little shaky. "What do you mean?"

SUMMARY^1: Javed reveals his violent history with a disturbing casualness, hinting that his tattoos serve as trophies of his conquests. Chandrani's feigned shock is undercut by an unexpected thrill, reminiscent of her past encounter with Deb and Jorawar, which she uses to maintain her facade and continue her political agenda.

Javed's smile grew wider, revealing his crooked teeth. "You seem like you could use a little... loosening up," he said, his eyes dropping to the neckline of her shirt. "Why don't you get a tattoo? I have something in mind keeping your personality in my mind" He winked, the gesture sending a thrill of fear and excitement through her.

Chandrani swallowed hard, her heart racing. She knew that saying no would be a mistake. "its not a right time...first let us talk about the thing we came to discuss?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Javed's smile didn't falter. "Madam," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your cause can wait. I have something that I think will be more...memorable." He gestured to the bed in the center of the room, the light from the single bulb glinting off the needles on the table. "Trust me, it'll be over before you know it," he added with a wink.

Chandrani's stomach knotted, but she knew she had to play along. She took another sip of water, the coldness barely quenching the fire that had started to burn within her. "I don't know," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "How can I be sure it won't be... painful?"

Javed's eyes glinted with mischief as he stepped closer to her, his bare chest now just a whisper away. "Madam ji," he murmured, his hand brushing against her cheek. "I promise you, you'll enjoy it." His voice was like silk, and she felt the weight of his words like a physical touch.

SUMMARY^1: Javed suggests a tattoo to symbolize their alliance, adding an intimate and risky dimension to their meeting. Chandrani's fear and excitement intensify as he insists on this bonding ritual. Despite her political concerns, she plays along, using her seductive charm to maintain control over the situation.

Chandrani took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his. "But what if it doesn't suit me?" she asked, her voice a barely there whisper.

Javed leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "Then we'll just have to make sure it does," he said, his voice low and seductive. He reached behind her, his hand grabbing a marker pen from the cluttered table. "Let's start with something small," he suggested, his eyes scanning her body as if searching for the perfect canvas.

Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear, as he moved the pen closer to her skin. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice a little breathier than she intended.

Javed's eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in closer. "A rising phoenix," he murmured, his breath hot on her ear. "It's the perfect symbol for a woman like you, Madam. Someone who rises from the ashes, stronger and more beautiful each time."

Chandrani's heart skipped a beat at the thought. A phoenix, the embodiment of rebirth and power. It was a symbol she hadn't thought of for herself, but it resonated deeply within her. Her mind raced as she pictured the fiery bird inked onto her body, a silent declaration of her strength and ambition. "Where do you think it would look best?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

SUMMARY^1: Javed's proposal of a phoenix tattoo resonates with Chandrani's desire for rebirth and power, reflecting her ambitious nature. Despite the risky situation, she succumbs to the allure of the symbolism and anticipates the physical act with a mix of excitement and fear.

SUMMARY^2: Javed shares his tattoo artist past, hinting at a violent history. His proposal of a phoenix tattoo as a symbol of their alliance intrigues Chandrani, who feels a mix of excitement and fear. She uses her charm to manage the situation, despite the risk it poses to her political image.

Javed's eyes traveled over her form,turn her around lingering on the curve of her hips and the small of her back. "Here," he murmured, his voice a caress. He traced a line along her lower waist with the marker, the coolness of the ink sending a shiver through her.

Chandrani's heart thundered in her chest as she felt the heat from his body against her back. She couldn't believe she was doing this, allowing this rough, uncouth man to mark her body. But there was something in his voice, something in his touch, that made her want to give in to his command. With trembling hands, she lifted her shirt, exposing her midriff to the cool air.

Javed's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her bare skin. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her waist as he gently turned her around. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that seemed to hypnotize her. Chandrani felt a thrill of fear and excitement mingle within her as she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side.

With surprising tenderness, Javed guided her to lie down on her stomach. The mattress was firm beneath her, a stark contrast to the plush beds she was used to at home. She could feel his warmth as he knelt beside her, his hand tracing the line of her spine. His touch was firm, yet gentle, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

SUMMARY^1: Overwhelmed by Javed's seductive commands, Chandrani agrees to the tattoo. She exposes her midriff, revealing her vulnerability to him. As he tenderly prepares the area for the tattoo, their dynamic shifts, and she succumbs to a mix of fear and excitement, the stark environment contrasting with her usual life of luxury.

"Art should never be rushed, Madam," Javed murmured, his voice cold yet commanding. "It should be perfect, like you." His hand hovered over her lower back, the marker poised to make its first stroke.

Chandrani felt a thrill of anticipation mingled with fear as he spoke. She knew she had to keep him engaged, to maintain the delicate balance of power between them. "But Javed saab," she protested feebly, her voice a breathless whisper. "Isn't this...inappropriate?"

Javed's hand remained steady on her waist, his eyes never leaving hers. "Madam," he said, his voice as cold as steel. "I'm an artist now...not the wild javed... If I wanted to fuck you, I would have fucked you ass already..." His words were a stark reminder of the power dynamic in the room, and the reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But I believe in art," he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "And art...it should be perfect."

Chandrani's pulse quickened as she felt his hand on the button of her trousers. She knew she had to protest, had to keep up the act of reluctance. "Javed saab," she breathed, her voice a mix of fear and anticipation. "Please, this isn't right..."

SUMMARY^1: Despite Chandrani's feigned reluctance, she is drawn into the intimate act of receiving a tattoo from Javed, who maintains control and reminds her of their true relationship. The tension in the room is palpable as Javed prepares to begin the tattoo, his touch a mix of artistry and dominance.

Javed's voice was cold and firm, yet there was a hint of something else, something that sent a shiver down her spine. "Madam," he said, his hand unyielding. "For art to be perfect, one must be willing to bare their soul." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

Chandrani felt his grip tighten on her waist, his fingers sliding down to the button of her trousers. She knew she had to maintain the illusion of reluctance, had to keep him guessing. "Javed saab," she murmured, her voice a barely there protest. "What are you doing?"

Javed leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm an artist, Madam," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "I'm simply preparing my canvas." His hand was firm, unyielding, as he unbuttoned her pants and began to slide them down her legs. Chandrani's heart raced, a thrill of fear mingling with anticipation as she felt the fabric give way.

"Javed saab," she protested, her voice trembling. "This isn't right." But even as she spoke, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as the cool air brushed against the bare skin of her thighs. He ignored her protests, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her pants down to expose the lacy pink panties she had chosen that morning.

SUMMARY^1: Javed continues his artistic ritual, his touch growing more intimate and dominant as he unbuttons Chandrani's trousers. Despite her weak protests, her excitement is evident, and she's caught in the thrilling tension of his control over her body.

"Art, Madam, is not about what is right or wrong," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "It's about capturing beauty in its purest form." His hand hovered over her panties, his thumb tracing the delicate lace that framed the curve of her ass. "And you," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You are the most beautiful canvas I've ever seen."

Chandrani's heart raced as she felt his hand on the waistband of her panties. She knew she should be terrified, but there was something about his confidence that made her want to submit, to let him do whatever he wanted with her body. "Javed saab," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing?"

Javed's eyes never left hers as he spoke. "Madam," he said, his voice a low rumble. "For the phoenix to rise, it needs room to spread its wings." He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and began to pull down her panties, the fabric catching on the curve of her hips. She felt the coolness of the air on her skin and knew that there was no turning back now.

"But Javed," she protested weakly, her voice betraying the excitement that was building within her. "It's supposed to be on my lower waist." Her voice trembled as she felt the fabric slide down her thighs, exposing her to him completely.

"Art, Madam," he said, his voice a low rumble, "needs space to breathe. To truly capture the essence of the phoenix, it needs to spread its wings. And for that, I need...access." His hand holding the panties.

Javed's gaze was intense as he pulled the fabric down to reveal Chandrani's unshaven mound. She blushed furiously, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Madam," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You are as natural as the phoenix itself."

Her eyes darted to the side, avoiding his gaze. "I was supposed to go to the parlor," she quipped, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I got busy."

Javed chuckled, his eyes never leaving the thatch of dark hair between her thighs. "Madam, your natural beauty is unrivaled," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Why cover up what makes you unique?"

Chandrani felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her in such a vulnerable state. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Javed saab," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What do you want from me?"

javed fell to the side...and He chuckled, his hand caressing her exposed ass. "Madam," he said, his voice a low growl, "I've seen a lot of cracks in this city. But I promise, yours are the sweetest."

Chandrani couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the room easing slightly. "Very funny," she said, pushing herself up on her elbows. "But seriously, what's the plan here?"

Javed's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving her bushy pussy. "The plan, Madam," he said, his voice a seductive whisper, "is for you to trust me." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin. "And for me to create something truly...memorable."

Chandrani's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hand move between her legs. "But Javed saab," she protested weakly, her voice a mix of fear and excitement. "What if someone finds out?"

Javed chuckled, his hand moving away from her panties to trace the line of her jaw. "chandrani madam ji," he said, his voice a low rumble. "This is a part of the art. Trust me, no one will ever know." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Unless you want them to," he whispered, his fingers trailing down to the neckline of her shirt.

Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what he was suggesting. She knew that the line between art and desire was blurring, but she couldn't help the ache that grew within her. "Javed saab," she murmured, her voice a breathy sigh. "If this is what it takes..."

Javed's eyes lit up with a feral hunger as he took her words as an invitation. He reached for the button of his own trousers, and Chandrani couldn't help but watch, her eyes wide with anticipation. He unzipped his pants with a slow, deliberate motion, and she felt her heart race as his erection sprang free. He was thick and long, and the sight of him made her mouth water.

Her own desires, long buried under layers of societal norms and political ambition, roared to the surface. She had never seen a man's cock in such an...unprofessional setting before, and the raw, animalistic desire it evoked in her was both terrifying and exhilarating. "you know," Javed said, his voice a low growl, "i wanted to fuck you the day i saw you?"

Chandrani's eyes remained glued to his manhood, her mouth going dry. She licked her lips nervously, her hand moving to rest on the bed next to her. "Javed saab," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why are you telling me this now?"

Javed's hand hovered over her, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Madam," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr, "I've been waiting for the right moment." His hand moved closer, the tip of his thumb brushing against her wet folds. "And this," he said, his voice thick with lust, "is it."

Chandrani's eyes never left his face as she reached out with a trembling hand and wrapped her fingers around his thick, pulsing shaft. She stroked it lightly, feeling it throb in her hand. "It's quite...impressive," she said, her voice a casual tease.

Javed's eyes widened in surprise, but the smug smile returned quickly. "Madam," he said, his voice strained. "Your touch is like poetry." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek.

"Btw?" Chandrani whispered, her hand still stroking his cock with feigned innocence. "What is it you want to tell me?"

Javed's eyes never left hers as he reached over to the bedside table, his hand brushing against the USB drive that lay there. "Madam," he said, his voice a low purr, "it's a...gift." He picked it up and held it out to her, the small device glinting in the dim light of the room.

Chandrani's eyebrow quirked upwards, curiosity piqued. "What's on it?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Javed leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's everything you need to know, Madam," he murmured, his hand still wrapped around the USB drive. "A gift from javed which will ensure you to be at top of politics."

Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement as she took the USB from his hand. "And what do you get out of this, Javed saab?" she asked, her hand still stroking his cock with feigned innocence.

Javed leaned back on his haunches, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Madam," he murmured, his hand moving to caress her ass. "For me, this is just the beginning." He gave her cheek a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin between her thighs.

Chandrani's mind raced. The USB was her way out of this, a ticket to political power. But the thought of Javed inside her was too tempting to ignore. "Javed saab," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I have to go home to my husband soon."

Javed's hand stilled on her ass, his eyes meeting hers with a knowing smile. "Is that so, Madam?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Is your husband's cock as...uninspiring as our
political campaign?"

Chandrani's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Javed," she said, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hand. "That's none of your concern."

Javed leaned in closer, his smile never wavering. "Madam," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "I'm just making sure I'm providing the best service." His hand slid up her leg, his thumb circling her clit with expert precision.

Chandrani gasped, her body betraying her. "Javed saab," she managed to say, her voice a mix of pleasure and irritation. "mujhe apki lund chahiye..bachae nahin"

Javed chuckled, his thumb still circling her clit. "Madam," he said, his voice filled with mock concern. "aap jaise sati savitri ko yeh sab chinta karne ki jaroorat nahin hai" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "waise bhi," he whispered, "apki chut ko ek asli lund chahie"

Chandrani's breath hitched as his words hit a nerve. She had worked so hard to maintain her image, to keep her private life a secret. But here, in this dingy slum room, she was nothing more than a woman with desires. And the desire to feel Javed's bare cock inside her was overwhelming. But she knew the risks. "Javed saab," she said, her voice a tremble. "Please, use a condom."

Javed chuckled darkly, his hand never leaving her pussy. "Madam," he murmured, his thumb still working its magic. "You're worried about your image, aren't you?" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "But here," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr, "you can be anyone you want."

Chandrani felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. It was true, she had been married for years and had played the role of the devoted wife to perfection. But it was a role she had grown tired of, a mask that had begun to suffocate her. "Javed saab," she murmured, her voice a mix of challenge and desire. "I'm not as pure as you think."

Javed's eyes widened in surprise, but his smile grew even more wicked. "Oh really?" he asked, his thumb still teasing her sensitive bud. "Tell me, Madam, have you tasted other cocks before?"

Chandrani's breath hitched, but she maintained her composure. "Javed saab," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I'm not as saintly as you think." She turned to face him, her eyes locking with his. "I've had...experiences."

Javed's gaze searched hers, the surprise in his eyes quickly replaced by a dark hunger. "Madam," he said, his voice a low growl. "I had no idea you were such a...connoisseur." His hand slid away from her pussy, and she felt a brief moment of disappointment before his fingers found their way to her mouth, pushing between her lips. "Tell me," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "How many cocks have you tasted?"

Chandrani's cheeks flushed as she took his fingers into her mouth, sucking gently. "More than I can count," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "Some as big as yours, Javed saab."

Javed's eyes narrowed, a hint of jealousy flickering in his gaze. "And did they all make you feel like a queen?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Chandrani met his gaze, her own eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "Some of them tried," she murmured, her tongue darting out to lick the pad of his thumb. "some were succesfull."

Javed's jaw clenched, but his eyes never left hers. "And what did they do for you, Madam?" he asked, his voice tight with barely contained anger.

Chandrani sucked his thumb deeper into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. "They gave me what I needed," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "But none of them were as...artistic as you."

Javed's eyes darkened, his hand sliding away from her mouth. "And what is it you need, Madam?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Chandrani's voice was a breathy whisper as she answered him. "I need to feel alive," she said, her hand sliding down to cup his balls. "I need to feel like I'm in control." Her eyes searched his, looking for understanding, for a spark of the same wildness that burned within her.

Javed's expression was unreadable as he watched her, his hand still resting on her thigh. "And do your...experiences," he said, his voice tight with restrained anger, "make your husband feel like he's in control?"

Chandrani's eyes flashed with defiance. "My husband doesn't know," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "But even if he did, it wouldn't change anything." She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest.."

Javed's eyes searched hers, looking for truth in her words. "And why is that, Madam?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Chandrani took a deep breath, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "Javed saab," she murmured, her voice a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "I've had to do things to get where I am." Her eyes never left his as she spoke, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Things that would shock you."

Javed's grip on her tightened, his thumb brushing against her swollen clit with more force. "Madam," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm not easily shocked."

Chandrani's breath hitched as she felt her body respond to his touch. "Javed saab," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You wouldn't believe the things I've done."

Javed leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin. "Tell me," he urged, his voice a low growl. "I want to hear every dirty little secret."

Chandrani's eyes searched his, looking for a hint of judgment, but finding none. She took a deep breath, her hand still stroking his cock. "Javed saab," she murmured, her voice a tremble of desire. "even though i was happily married, I've...tasted other men."

Javed's expression remained stoic, his eyes never leaving hers. "How many?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Chandrani swallowed hard, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "Too many to count," she admitted, her voice a tremble of desire. "Some were...necessary for my career."

Javed's thumb continued its relentless circling, his eyes never leaving hers. "And some, Madam," he whispered, "were for pleasure?"

Chandrani's eyes searched his, looking for a reaction, for any sign of judgment. But all she saw was a fiery hunger. "Some," she admitted, her voice a tremble of desire. "I've had to make...compromises for my career."

Javed's thumb circled her clit faster, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what about fun, Madam?" he asked, his voice a low purr. "Did you ever do it just because you wanted to?"

Chandrani's eyes widened, and she felt a jolt of excitement at the question. "Sometimes," she admitted, her voice a breathy whisper. "But always with a purpose."

Javed's eyes searched hers, a hint of challenge in his gaze. "And what about Jorawar?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Did you fuck him for your career or for fun?"

Chandrani's breath hitched, her hand pausing on his cock. "Javed saab," she whispered, her voice a mix of anger and arousal. "That's none of your concern." But she knew that if she wanted to maintain the upper hand, she had to play his game.

Javed's eyes remained fixed on hers, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Madam," he said, his voice a low purr, "I'm just curious. After all, I'm about to become a part of your...collection." His hand moved between her legs, his thumb pressing down on her clit with more force.

Chandrani couldn't help but moan as his thumb worked its magic. "Jorawar," she murmured, her eyes glazed with desire. "He was...both." She took a deep breath, the memory of those stolen moments with her political mentor rushing back to her. "Sometimes it was for my career," she admitted, her voice a tremble of passion. "But other times..."

Javed's eyes narrowed, the challenge in his gaze unmistakable. "Other times, Madam?" he prompted, his thumb still teasing her clit.

Chandrani took a deep breath, her hand moving faster on his cock. "Other times," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, "it was just because I wanted to."

Javed's eyes searched hers, the challenge in his gaze unmistakable. "And what do you want now, Madam?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Chandrani met his stare, her own eyes gleaming with determination. "Enough talking," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I need your cock inside me."

Javed's eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Madam," he said, his voice a low rumble, "you drive a hard bargain."

Chandrani's grip on his cock tightened, her voice a whisper of desperation. "Javed saab," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "Need to return home."

Javed's smile grew wider, his thumb still teasing her clit. "Madam," he said, his voice a low purr, "you drive a hard bargain." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "But if that's what you want," he murmured, "then who am I to refuse?" His hand moved away from her pussy, and she felt a brief moment of disappointment before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of Chandrani's phone pierced the quiet of the room. She froze, her hand still wrapped around Javed's cock. She looked at the screen, recognizing the number immediately. Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew she couldn't ignore the call. She picked up the phone with trembling hands, her thumb still brushing against javed's thickly veined cock.

"Hello?" she said, her voice strained with tension. Javed's hand stilled on her pussy, watching her closely as she listened to the voice on the other end. He could see the shock and fear in her eyes as she processed what was being said.

"What?" she screamed into the phone, the sound echoing off the grimy walls of the slum room. Javed's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening on her thigh. "How did this happen?"

[aravindkkumar08]

Hey bro need full movie not teaser. The seductive part is awesome. But the real story not revealed. Can you update the story.

[gunman777]

Nice.

[Blackdick11]

I liked the teaser, so let's drop the movie ASAP!

[Saikarthik]

Excellent bro teasing and seduction was superb

[Vikramvines]

Nice and very kinky teaser...Eager to wait the whole block buster part 2 from beginning.. But I am afraid that Javed in his hatred and frustration might make such a tattoo on Chandranis body tht she would not b able to do anything according to her wish after tht

[desihunter]

Update

[gunman777]

Bro give update..

[gunman777]

update?