The Tharki(Horny) Transaction: Old rich man remarries for lust

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The Tharki Transaction

Scene 1: The Offer in the Quiet Hallway

The community hall was quiet after the evening’s celebration. Most people had gone home, but Jagat Singh, an old rich man, stayed back. He looked at Shanti as she packed her things. Walking slowly, he came closer and gave her a small nod. Shanti, who had noticed him watching her all evening, gave him a polite but careful smile. Shanti, aware of his gaze throughout the evening, met him with a polite, albeit cautious, smile.

Jagat Singh: * (His voice raspy, but with an underlying weight of authority) * Mrs. Kaur, a moment of your time, if you please.
Mrs. Kaur, zara ek pal mil sakta hai?

Shanti: * (Her smile tightening slightly, sensing the shift in atmosphere) * Ji, Seth Jagat Singh Ji. How can I help you?
Ji, Seth Jagat Singh Ji. Main aapki kya madad kar sakti hoon?

Jagat Singh: * (His gaze, though old, was direct, momentarily resting on the curve of her kurta before rising to her eyes) * You are a… magnificent woman, Shanti. Truly.
Aap ek… kamaal ki aurat hain, Shanti. Sach mein.

Shanti: * (A blush crept up her neck, a mix of discomfort and a strange, unbidden flattery) * Thank you, Seth Ji. That’s… kind of you to say.
Dhanyavaad, Seth Ji. Yeh… aapki meherbani hai.

Jagat Singh: Kind, perhaps. But honest, certainly. I am an old man, Shanti. A very lonely old man. My children… they have their own lives. They have my money, but not my time.
Meherbani, shayad. Par sach, zaroor. Main ek boorha aadmi hoon, Shanti. Ek bahut akela boorha aadmi. Mere bachche… unki apni zindagi hai. Unke paas mera paisa hai, par mera waqt nahin.

Shanti: * (Feeling a pang of unexpected pity, yet wary) * I'm sorry to hear that, Seth Ji.
Yeh sunkar afsos hua, Seth Ji.

Jagat Singh: Don't be. Pity is for the weak. I am not weak, Shanti. I am simply… empty. And I have observed you tonight. Your grace. Your… presence. It is undeniable.
Mat ho. Taras kamzoron ke liye hota hai. Main kamzor nahin hoon, Shanti. Main bas… khaali hoon. Aur maine aaj raat aapko dekha hai. Aapki adaa. Aapki… maujoodgi. Yeh behtar hai.

Shanti: * (Her heart began to beat a little faster. The conversation was taking an unexpected turn.) *
_ (Uska dil thoda tez dhadakne laga. Baatcheet ek anokhi mod le rahi thi.) _

Jagat Singh: I have an offer for you, Shanti. A proposition, if you will. One that could change your life. And mine.
Mere paas aapke liye ek peshkash hai, Shanti. Ek prastaav, agar aap kahin. Jo aapki zindagi badal sakta hai. Aur meri bhi.

Shanti: * (Her gaze locked with his, a mixture of apprehension and a nascent curiosity.) * An offer?
Ek peshkash?

Jagat Singh: * (He reached into his inner jacket pocket, producing a neatly folded, thick envelope. He held it out to her, not forcing it, but extending it as an undeniable option.) * Inside this… is a contract. A proposal, in writing. For one year. One year of your company, your warmth, your… undivided attention in my Haveli.
_ (Usne apni andar ki jacket ki jeb mein haath daala, ek safai se moda hua, mota lifafa nikala. Usne use uski taraf badhaya, zabardasti nahin, balki ek anivarya vikalp ke roop mein. ) _ Iske andar… ek contract hai. Ek prastaav, likhit mein. Ek saal ke liye. Ek saal aapki sahayata, aapki garmahat, mera… mere haveli mein aapka poora dhyaan.

Shanti: * (Her breath hitched. She looked at the envelope, then back at his ancient, discerning eyes.) * My… company?
Meri… sahayata?

Jagat Singh: * (A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. He leaned in just a fraction, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper.) * Yes, Shanti. Your company. Your comfort. And yes… your intimacy. Everything an old man like me, with everything else money can buy, now craves more than anything.
Haan, Shanti. Aapki sahayata. Aapka aaraam. Aur haan… aapki nikatata. Har woh cheez jo mujh jaise boorhe aadmi ko, jiske paas paisa khareed sakta hai, ab sabse zyada chahiye.

Jagat Singh: In return, upon completion of this one year… ten crores. Tax-free. A clean transaction. Think on it.
Badle mein, is ek saal ke poora hone par… das crore. Tax-free. Ek saaf sauda. Sochna is par.
He pressed the envelope gently into her hand. It felt substantial, almost heavy with its implied promise. Shanti’s fingers trembled slightly as they closed around it, her eyes wide, scanning the grand, emptying hall around them, feeling suddenly very small, and yet, incredibly significant.

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[Swt_ononna]

Great start ....
Can't wait for the next update.

Gosh... If some sugar daddy would offer a similar contract ... Lol

[ashuezy2]

Scene 2: The Erotic Negotiation

Shanti looked at the thick envelope in her hand, the weight of ten crores pressing against her palm. She raised her eyes to Jagat Singh, her mind racing through her family’s debts, her husband’s failed ventures, and the modest life that felt so undeserving of her voluptuous body. She was calculating. One year. Just one year. She looked at the frail, but powerful man who would own her time.

Shanti: (Her voice was barely a whisper, a strange mix of fear and excitement) Seth Ji… I… I have a husband and a child. Seth Ji… main… mera ek pati hai aur ek bachcha.

Jagat Singh: (His aged eyes narrowed slightly, a predatory gleam entering them. His gaze dropped immediately to the formidable shape of her breasts beneath the fabric.) Are you breastfeeding this child right now, Shanti? Kya tum abhi bhi is bachche ko doodh pila rahi ho, Shanti?

Shanti: (She instinctively crossed her arms slightly, suddenly very aware of her own body.) Ji, Seth Ji. Yes, I am. Ji, Seth Ji. Haan, main hoon.

Jagat Singh’s eyes lingered on the full, round mounds of her chest, then moved slowly up to her lips, and finally settled back on her breasts, the thought of her current lactating state clearly captivating him. He chuckled, a dry, rattling sound.

Jagat Singh: Of course you do, child. And a kind one, I hear. That is why the amount is ten crores. That is why the contract is in writing. It is an offer not just to you, but to him. A business deal. Go, talk to him. Tell him I am buying a piece of his future, and the price is his wife’s time and devotion for a year. Zaroor hoga, bachchi. Aur ek achcha pati, maine suna hai. Isliye yeh raqam das crore hai. Isliye yeh contract likhit mein hai. Yeh peshkash sirf tumhare liye nahi, uske liye bhi hai. Ek business deal. Jao, usse baat karo. Usse batao ki main uske bhavishya ka ek hissa khareed raha hoon, aur keemat uski patni ka ek saal ka waqt aur samarpan hai.

Shanti: (Her eyes darted from the envelope to Jagat Singh’s face, a flicker of raw greed battling with deep shame.) Seth Ji… this is… a very large amount. What exactly… are the rules for this arrangement? Seth Ji… yeh… bahut badi raqam hai. Is bandobast ke liye asal mein kya niyam hain?

Jagat Singh: (He smiled, a slow, predatory movement of his thin lips.) The rules are simple, Shanti. You live in my Haveli. You are the Mistress of the house. You manage the staff. You sit with me for meals. You offer companionship. Niyam bahut aasan hain, Shanti. Tum mere Haveli mein rahogi. Tum ghar ki Malika hogi. Tum naukar-chakar ko sambhalogi. Tum mere saath khana khaogi. Tum mujhe saath dogi.

Shanti: (She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor.) And… the intimacy? The… devotion you spoke of? Aur… woh nikatata? Woh… samarpan jiske baare mein aapne kaha?

Jagat Singh: (His voice dropped, becoming a low, gravelly invitation.) My dear, I am an old man. I am not a young stallion. But I am still a man with needs, and with a desire to feel power. You will sleep in my room. You will offer me the comfort of your body when I ask. You will let me look at you, touch you, and hold you as my own. That voluptuous body of yours will be mine to adore for one year. No lies. No refusals. Just honest, willing submission. Meri pyaari, main ek boorha aadmi hoon. Main jawan ghoda nahin hoon. Par main abhi bhi ek aadmi hoon jisko zaroorat hai, aur jisko taqat mehsoos karne ki chahat hai. Tum mere kamre mein sogi. Jab main kahunga, tum apne jism ka aaraam mujhe dogi. Tum mujhe dekhne, chhune, aur apna samajhkar gale lagane dogi. Tumhara woh bhara hua jism ek saal ke liye mera hoga. Koi jhooth nahin. Koi inkaar nahin. Bas imaandaar, razaamand salamati.

Shanti: (Her mind was racing. One year. Just one year, and her family was set. She looked at his frail form, then back at the envelope. It seemed manageable.) And my family? My husband and children? Will they be allowed to come with me? Aur mera parivaar? Mere pati aur bachche? Kya unhe mere saath aane ki izaajat hogi?

Jagat Singh: (He tilted his head, acknowledging the practical concern.) They will live on the grounds, in the annex. They will be taken care of. Your husband will have the space and the seed money to start his venture immediately. He won't even need to wait for the final payment. I will provide a separate, generous fund for his business right now. But you, Shanti, are mine. Alone. Woh Haveli ke andar, alag hisse mein rahenge. Unka khayal rakha jayega. Tumhare pati ko turant apna vyapar shuru karne ke liye jagah aur shuruaati paisa mil jayega. Usse aakhri bhugtan ka intezaar bhi nahi karna padega. Main abhi uske business ke liye ek alag, bada fund dunga. Par tum, Shanti, meri ho. Akele.

Shanti: (She took a sharp, deep breath. The deal was suddenly very, very real. The money was a lifeline, but the price was a year of profound betrayal.) I… I understand the transaction, Seth Ji. It’s clear. But I must discuss this with my husband. Main… main is saude ko samajhti hoon, Seth Ji. Yeh saaf hai. Par mujhe iske baare mein apne pati se baat karni hogi.

Jagat Singh saw the hesitation fade, replaced by a calculating, hungry glint in her eyes. He knew he had won the first round. He took a slow, deliberate step closer to her.

Jagat Singh: (His hand, aged and spotted, reached out and rested gently, proprietarily, on her shoulder. The touch sent a strange shiver through her, a mix of disgust and the powerful sense of being claimed.) Good. Talk to him. But remember this, Shanti. Ten crores can buy your freedom. My power buys your submission. Think of the luxuries, the silks, the jewels you will wear, the food you will eat. You will live like a Maharani for a year, all because of this. Achcha hai. Usse baat karo. Par yeh yaad rakhna, Shanti. Das crore tumhari azaadi khareed sakte hain. Meri taqat tumhari haan khareedti hai. Un aish-o-aaram, un resham ke kapdon, un gahno ke baare mein socho jo tum pahinogi, woh khana jo tum khaogi. Tum ek saal ke liye ek Maharani ki tarah rahogi, sab is wajah se.

Shanti: (She did not flinch from his touch. Instead, she slowly raised her eyes and met his gaze, a new, cold resolve hardening her expression. The shame was gone; only the hunger for the money remained.) I will talk to him tonight. You will have your answer by tomorrow morning, Seth Ji. Main aaj raat unse baat karungi. Aapko kal subah tak apna jawab mil jayega, Seth Ji.

[Swt_ononna]

Great story building...
Awaiting the next episode...

[ashuezy2]

Getting very little interest, may not write this story.

[ashuezy2]

Got likes, so will be adding more scenes to this story.