The Tharki(Horny) Transaction: Old rich man remarries for lust - 6 Videos

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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.

[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.

[StoryReader1]

Pl cont

[Pvzro]

Continue excellent again

[triablo]

Please continue. This is really exciting!!

[ashuezy2]

Will add few scenes with a video by this weekend.

[dubukh]

Nice new plot. Please continue bro

[rangeeladesi]

Good.

[Fing fing]

Super hot and unique concept dear. Plot is super unique and sexy. One suggestion use either pure english or Hinglish....(not both)

Please add pictures and gif

[Kalyan143]

Nice concept bro

[Bondjamesbond707]

plz continue.

[rangeeladesi]

Waiting for more.

[ashuezy2]

Scene 2 (extended)

Shanti came home late that night, her mind still spinning from what happened at the community hall. She had taken the envelope from Seth Jagat Singh, feeling its weight like a secret bomb. The auto ride back was quiet, but inside her head, everything was loud. Now, in their small, cluttered flat, the fan was whirring, making the air a bit less hot. The small kid, only six months old, was asleep in the next room after she fed him some mashed rice and her milk before leaving for the event. Raj was on the old sofa, looking tired as always.

Shanti paced the living room, holding the thick envelope tight. Her face showed shock and something exciting, like she found a hidden treasure but it scared her too.

Shanti: Raj, you won't believe what happened tonight.
Raj looked up, seeing her tense face. He sat straighter, worry in his eyes.

Raj: What is it, Shanti? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or won the lottery.
She stopped pacing and held out the envelope like it might bite her. Her hands shook a little.

Shanti: He gave me this. Jagat Singh. The old Seth.
Raj took it carefully, feeling how heavy it was. He frowned, confused.

Raj: Jagat Singh? What would he give you? Did he want you to organize something for him?
Shanti's eyes were wide, her heart beating fast. She felt pity for Raj but also angry at their poor life.

Shanti: Just... read it, Raj. Read what it says inside.
Raj pulled out the papers. His eyes moved over the words, then got big with shock. His face turned white as he saw the dirty details, the one year, and the huge money.

Raj: What... what in God's name is this, Shanti? This is... this is obscene!
Shanti threw her hands up, her voice full of desperation. She thought of the small kid sleeping, how this money could change everything.

Shanti: I know! I know it is! But... ten crores, Raj! Ten crores!
Raj dropped the papers on the table like they burned him. His voice got loud, hurt deep inside.

Raj: So, you're actually considering this? Selling yourself to that... that old tharki? For money?
Shanti's anger came out, mixed with her own confusion. She looked around the cramped room, the peeling walls, and felt trapped.

Shanti: What else, Raj? What else do we have? Look at this life! Look at these walls! You talk about your business, your dreams, but nothing ever happens!
Raj's face crumpled, like she slapped him. He felt small, like a failure.

Raj: Are you saying... are you saying I'm not enough? That our life isn't enough?
Shanti's eyes softened a bit, seeing his pain, but then she got strong again. She thought of the small kid, how he deserved better.

Shanti: It's not about you, Raj. It's about us. It's about our small kid. Imagine what ten crores could do! Your business... it could actually happen! We could have a real home, a real future! No more worries, no more struggling!
Raj put his face in his hands, the big offer crushing him like a stone. He imagined her with that old man, every day.

Raj: One year, Shanti? One year... with him? Every day?
Shanti knelt down in front of him, her voice begging but sure. She touched his knee, trying to make him see.

Shanti: It’s a year, Raj. A long year, yes. But it’s for a lifetime. For our lifetime. And for our small kid’s life. Think of it as... a business investment. The ultimate sacrifice, perhaps, but for the ultimate gain.

Raj lifted his head slowly, eyes red. He stared at the papers, feeling shame but also tempted by the money. The small kid's soft breathing from the next room made the silence heavier, like their future was waiting.

From the next room, the small kid made a little cry, maybe hungry again. Shanti glanced that way, her heart pulling, but she stayed focused on Raj. He nodded weakly, broken inside but seeing no other way.

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Scene 3


After that heavy talk in the living room, Raj and Shanti didn't sleep much. The small kid woke up once in the night for feeding, and Shanti nursed him from her big breasts quickly, her mind still on the envelope. Morning came, but they avoided each other. By evening, Raj gave in fully, knowing the money was their only way out. Now, in their small bedroom with just one bulb on, it felt tense. Raj sat on the bed's edge, hands tight, feeling like his world was ending. Shanti stood by the window, phone in hand, her heart racing with fear and a strange excitement. The room was quiet, but heavy, as the phone rang on the other side.

Jagat Singh: Hello?
Shanti took a deep breath, her voice steady but inside she felt butterflies.

Shanti: Hello, Seth Ji. It is Shanti. We have talked. We accept your offer.
Raj watched her, his stomach twisting.

Jagat Singh: Ah, my beautiful Shanti. I knew you would make the right choice. Hearing your voice at this hour brings so much peace and excitement.
Shanti felt a warm flush, his words making her feel wanted, even if it was wrong.

Shanti: We need to discuss the finer details, Seth Ji. How will we begin this arrangement?

Jagat Singh: Do not worry about a single detail, my dear. I will take complete care of you. From the moment you step into my home, you will lack nothing.
Shanti nodded to herself, imagining the luxury.

Shanti: I just want to be sure everything is clear before I leave my home.

Jagat Singh: I promise you, Shanti. I will fill your days with absolute comfort and your nights with the warmth you deserve. Your body, your beauty… it belongs in a palace. I will worship you.
Raj saw Shanti's eyes widen, her breath catch. She looked excited, and it hurt him deep.
Shanti felt a thrill, his promises making her body tingle a bit.

Shanti: Seth Ji, you are speaking very sweetly, but this is a contract...

Jagat Singh: It is a contract for the world, Shanti. For us, it will be a union. In fact, I have already called the Pandit ji. We will have a small wedding this upcoming weekend.
Shanti's mouth opened in surprise, but she felt a secret rush.

Shanti: A wedding? But that was not in the paper...

Jagat Singh: It is for my peace of mind, and for your respect in my house. And to prepare for this, I plan to take you shopping tomorrow. You need magnificent clothes for your new life.

Shanti: No, Seth Ji, that is not needed. I have clothes. Please do not spend extra money on me.

Jagat Singh: I insist, my dear. It will be a small ceremony, but after that, we will accept each other as wedded husband and wife. We will begin our journey for one year. You must be dressed like my bride.
Shanti bit her lip, feeling pulled in.

Shanti: If you say so, Seth Ji.

Jagat Singh: I am looking forward to us being together so much, Shanti. You have no idea how much I am missing you already. I want to see you tomorrow.
Shanti smiled a little, her cheeks warm.

Shanti: I... I cannot wait to go shopping tomorrow, Seth Ji. I will be ready.

Jagat Singh: Goodnight, my beautiful Shanti.
Shanti hung up, her face flushed with anxiety and a buzzing excitement. Raj stood up, anger boiling inside him.

Shanti: I have to go shopping tomorrow, Raj. He is taking me.
Raj's face darkened, feeling betrayed.

Raj: Shopping? He is buying you clothes now? Why are you smiling, Shanti?

Shanti: I am not smiling. Listen to me. There is going to be a small wedding on the upcoming weekend. Only the Pandit ji will be there.
Raj's eyes widened, shock hitting him.

Raj: A wedding?! Are you crazy? You are going to get married to that old tharki?!

Shanti: Yes, I will get married again. It is just a ritual for him to feel respectable in his own house.
Raj's voice rose, panic in it.

Raj: You cannot do this! You are my wife! You are crossing a line, Shanti! Taking pheras with another man? No!

Shanti: Raj, stop shouting! You agreed to the contract for the ten crores. Do not take stress over this.
The small kid stirred in the next room from the noise, but settled.

Raj: How can I not take stress?! You are getting excited to go shopping with him!

Shanti: If you behave like that, complaining and shouting, I will not share any more information with you. I will just go and do what I have to do.
Raj felt helpless, tears in his eyes.

Raj: You want to hide things from me now?

Shanti: I want peace, Raj. Do you want me to tell you everything, or should I just stay quiet for the next one year?
Raj sank back on the bed, defeated.

Raj: Yes... please don't share. I cannot bear it. Just keep it to yourself. I just want to get this one year finished.

Shanti: Good. Then it is settled. I go shopping tomorrow.

Raj stared at the floor, his heart heavy, while Shanti felt a mix of guilt and anticipation for what was coming.

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Great start

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Scene 4


Next morning came quick after that tense call. Shanti woke up early, fed the small kid his milk and some mashed banana to keep him full. He was happy, playing a bit before napping again. Raj was quiet, avoiding her eyes, still hurt from last night. Shanti felt a mix of guilt and thrill, like she was stepping into a new world. She chose a transparent kameez, no bra underneath, her heavy breasts feeling free but half full from feeding. She dbangd a thick dupatta to cover up properly for outside. In the living room, Raj sat staring at his hands, feeling like a loser.

Shanti: I am ready. He will be here any minute.
Raj looked up, his eyes going wide when he saw the sheer fabric showing a bit under the dupatta. He felt jealous and small.

Raj: You are wearing that? Without... without proper clothes underneath?
The doorbell rang sharp. Raj got up slow and opened it. Jagat Singh's driver stood there, straight and respectful.

Driver: Sir is waiting for Madam in the car.
Shanti's heart jumped with excitement. She brushed past Raj without saying bye, feeling a rush.

Shanti: I am coming.
She hurried out to the street. The driver opened the silver Mercedes S-Class door. Shanti slid into the soft seat, close to Jagat Singh. As the door shut, cutting off the outside noise, she let the dupatta slide off her shoulders on purpose, showing the sheer kameez tight on her chest. She felt bold, like teasing him.

Jagat Singh: My god, Shanti. You are so full. You are looking like a Queen.
Shanti blushed, liking how he looked at her, feeling powerful.

Shanti: You like it, Seth Ji? I wore it just for you. I will hide myself from the public, but when we are alone... the dupatta falls.
Jagat felt overcome, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her close to his old body.

Jagat Singh: You are a masterpiece. My hidden treasure.
Jagat leaned in slow for a soft kiss on her cheek, like a gentleman. But right then, Shanti turned to say something, and their lips met by accident. It was soft but deep, sending a spark through her.
Shanti pulled back quick, eyes wide, face red. She looked out the window, feeling shy but excited.

Shanti: Oh! Seth Ji... I... I am so shy.
Jagat was stunned but smiled warm, reassuring her.

Jagat Singh: Shanti, please look at me. I apologize. That is not how I wanted our first kiss to be. I respect you immensely, my dear. I am a thorough gentleman.
Shanti looked back through her lashes, smiling shy.

Shanti: It... it is okay, Seth Ji.
The car moved smooth through the city, reaching the fancy shopping area. They walked together for an hour, talking about life and love. Shanti felt the power shifting, like a weird romance. They sat in a high-end cafe to rest, empty around them.

Jagat Singh: You took off your old ring today.
Shanti looked at her bare finger, tracing it. She felt like old life was gone.

Shanti: I woke up this morning and it felt... wrong to wear it. Everything is changing.
Jagat made sure no one was looking, pulled out a velvet box. He opened it, showing a huge diamond ring, and slid it on her finger.

Jagat Singh: Then wear this. A new life requires a new promise. Will you accept this, Shanti?
Shanti's eyes filled with joy, the diamond sparkling big.

Shanti: Yes, Seth Ji! Oh my god, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!
Driver took them to Tanishq. Manager rushed to greet Jagat.

Jagat Singh: Pack that one. And the solid gold bangles next to it.
Shanti touched the heavy gold, voice shaking from his spending.

Shanti: Seth Ji, this is too much. It is so heavy...
Jagat leaned close, whispering possessive in her ear, making her shiver.

Jagat Singh: Nothing is too heavy for you, my queen. I want you dripping in my gold. I want the world to know whose woman you are.
They went to Nalli Silks, piles of bright fabrics around.

Shanti: This red... it feels like silk against the skin.
Jagat watched her hips move as she held the saree against her body.

Jagat Singh: Take it. And the green one as well. Take five of them. I want to unwrap you from these silks myself, Shanti. Very slowly.
A thrill ran down Shanti's back at his words, she bit her lip playful.

Shanti: You are very naughty today, Seth Ji.
Last stop was MAC cosmetics. Shanti sat while Jagat picked.

Jagat Singh: This color. Wear this for me on our wedding night. Only this.
Shanti looked up, feeling fully his, the luxury pulling her in.

Shanti: I will, Seth Ji. I am completely yours.