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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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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.

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Getting very little interest, may not write this story.

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

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Will add few scenes with a video by this weekend.

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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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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.

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Scene 5

After the shopping spree, Shanti felt loaded with bags of gold, silks, and makeup. Her finger had the new diamond ring shining, making her feel like a different woman. They got back in the Mercedes, trunk full, and the car started moving smooth towards home. But Shanti's home? No, Jagat's Haveli was pulling her now. She leaned back in the seat, the sheer kameez tight on her heavy chest from the day's heat. The small kid was back at the flat with Raj, probably needing a feed soon, but Shanti pushed that thought away, focusing on Jagat next to her.

The doors shut, sealing them in the plush leather. Everything felt private, like a secret world.
Jagat closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The AC mixed the air, and her smell hit him hard, sweat from walking in the market, Chanel perfume, and that sweet, warm musk from her lactating body. His eyes opened quick, hunger replacing his polite face.

Jagat Singh: You smell... incredible, Shanti. Like raw, magnificent womanhood. Like honey and heavy cream.

Shanti smiled soft, feeling his hot gaze. She let her dupatta slide fully to her lap on purpose, showing her braless curves under the sheer fabric. Her body felt alive, teasing him.

Shanti: It is just the heat, Seth Ji. We walked a lot today in the market.
Jagat shifted closer, his old hand tracing her collarbone above the neckline. He felt excited, like a young man again.

Jagat Singh: No. It is not just the heat. It is you. You are driving me absolutely mad, Shanti. I have been a patient gentleman all day, but breathing you in... it makes me a very greedy man.
The smell was like a drug to him, bringing out his hidden tharki side under all that rich manners. His eyes locked on her big curves pushing against the thin fabric.

Shanti: You bought me so much today, Seth Ji. You own all my time now. You are allowed to be a little greedy.
Jagat's hand moved lower, his thumb brushing the edge of her neckline, right above her cleavage. He felt her heat.

Jagat Singh: Even ten crores is not enough for this body, Shanti. For this exact warmth. I can smell the life overflowing in you. The milk, the sweat... it is making an old man feel dangerously, foolishly young again.
Shanti gasped soft, her body reacting, nipples hardening under the fabric. She felt a rush, wrong but thrilling.

Shanti: Ah... Seth Ji... the driver is sitting right in front of us...
Jagat smiled dark, tharki fully out. He leaned into her neck, inhaling deep and aggressive.

Jagat Singh: The glass is soundproof, my queen. He cannot hear a single sigh. And he dare not look in the rear view mirror. You are mine to consume. Right here.
He pressed his nose on her neck's soft skin, breathing in the deep, motherly, sexy smell from her heavy chest. Shanti threw her head back on the seat, half acting submissive, half really thrilled by his rich, desperate lust. Her hands gripped the leather tight.

Shanti: You are very bad, Seth Ji. A true Tharki. What will you possibly do to me when we are finally locked alone in your Haveli?
Jagat groaned low, pulling back a bit, eyes full of wild desire.

Jagat Singh: I will ruin you, Shanti. I will worship every single inch of this magnificent body until you forget you ever had a husband waiting for you. That scent... I am going to drown in it every night for a year.
Shanti smiled wicked, feeling triumphant. She knew she had him hooked, not just by the contract, but by his uncontrollable want for her body. The car kept moving, but inside, the tension was thick, like something big was starting.

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Scene 6

After that hot moment in the car, the driver dropped Shanti back to her flat. She walked in quiet, her body still buzzing from Jagat's touch and smell. Raj was there with the small kid, who had eaten some mashed food but cried for her milk. She took the kid in the other room, opened her blouse to breastfeed him quick, avoiding Raj's eyes.

Days went by fast, full of tension at home. Raj barely talked, just took care of the kid. Now, it was the weekend, time for the small wedding at the Haveli. But first, the Haldi. Jagat insisted Raj come as witness, bringing the small kid. The grand courtyard was sunny, smelling of marigolds, sandalwood, and spices. Shanti sat in the middle on a fancy wooden stool, wearing just a short yellow sleeveless blouse and thin petticoat. Her heavy, milk-full breasts pushed hard against the fabric. Pandit was chanting, blessing the silver bowl of Haldi paste. In the shadows by the pillars, Raj held the sleeping small kid to his chest, his shirt wet with sweat, eyes stuck on Shanti, feeling like dying inside.

Pandit Ji: Seth Ji, the mahurat is completely auspicious now. Let the female servants come forward and apply the sacred Haldi to the bride.
Jagat sat in his big armchair, raising his hand like a king.

Jagat Singh: Stop. No servant will touch her today. Leave the bowl, Pandit Ji. And all of you women... leave this courtyard at once.
Pandit looked confused, hesitating.

Pandit Ji: But Seth Ji, it is tradition for the women...
Jagat's voice echoed loud, showing his power.

Jagat Singh: I am the tradition in this Haveli. Only I have the right to anoint my bride. Leave us.
The servants hurried away. Pandit bowed and left. Now just Jagat, Shanti, and broken Raj with the kid. Jagat got up slow, using his cane, eyes full of dirty hunger as he went to the bowl.
Shanti looked up at him, breathing shallow, knowing Raj was watching. She felt exposed, but a dark thrill too.

Shanti: Seth Ji... everyone has left. Raj is right over there. He is watching us.

Jagat Singh: Let him watch, my queen. He needs to witness the reality of his choice. He needs to understand exactly what he has traded to me.
In the shadows, Raj whispered to himself, rocking the small kid, tears burning his eyes. He felt like a nothing, emasculated fully.

Raj: I cannot look. I cannot watch him touch her. God, why is this happening? Ten crores. Remember the ten crores, Raj. Just look at the floor.
Jagat stood right in front of Shanti, positioning so he could see Raj over her head.

Jagat Singh: Look up, Raj. Look at your wife. See how the sun catches her skin.
Raj lifted his head slow, voice cracking, feeling crushed.

Raj: Yes, Seth Ji. She... she looks beautiful.
Jagat smirked wicked, feeling like a winner.

Jagat Singh: Beautiful is a small word for a queen.
Jagat put his Haldi-covered hands on Shanti’s bare shoulders, pressing firm, spreading the wet paste slow and sensual. Shanti felt his warm hands, a moan slipping out, her body reacting despite Raj watching.

Shanti: Ahh... Seth Ji... your hands are so warm. It feels... heavy.

Jagat Singh: It is the heat of a man who has finally purchased his ultimate prize, Shanti. Your flesh is so soft. So incredibly soft. It drinks the oil like it has been thirsty for years.
Shanti closed her eyes, giving in to his control, leaning back a little. She felt wanted, powerful in a twisted way.

Shanti: Yes, Seth Ji. I am yours to prepare.
Jagat dipped fingers again, scooping more Haldi. He locked eyes with Raj, voice loud enough for him.

Jagat Singh: You kept her hidden in poverty, Raj. You starved this magnificent creature of the luxury she was born to wear. Look at how her body responds to wealth.
A tear fell from Raj's eye, holding the kid tighter. He felt like a failure husband and father.

Raj: I did my best, Seth Ji. I gave her what I had. The money... the ten crores will change everything for us.

Jagat Singh: It changes nothing for you today, Raj. From today, she is mine.
Jagat brought wet hands to Shanti’s neck base. He didn't stop, sliding bold down into her deep, sweaty cleavage, rubbing the paste right on her lactating breasts swelling from the tiny blouse. Shanti gasped loud, back arching, the touch public and violating but sending heat through her.

Shanti: Ohh! Seth Ji... deeper... it is so cooling...
Jagat's breath got rough, tharki side out full as he massaged her heavy chest with the paste, eyes still on Raj.

Jagat Singh: Is this cooling, my sweet Shanti? Or does it burn? Does it burn knowing your husband is standing right there, watching another man worship the very breasts that feed his child?
Shanti panted, drunk on the cruelty and his claim. She felt bad for Raj but excited by the power.

Shanti: It burns, Seth Ji... it burns so beautifully. Paint me... paint all of me in your gold.
Raj sobbed quiet, couldn't look away from the horrible but hypnotic sight. He felt dead inside.

Raj: God forgive me. Please, let this year pass quickly. I am dead inside.
Jagat pulled hands back slow, leaving Shanti's chest, neck, arms shiny with Haldi. He wiped on a towel, smiling calm but scary at Raj.

Jagat Singh: The year has not even begun, Raj. And she already belongs to the Haveli. I have more preparations to make with my bride.
Raj look away, steps heavy, fully defeated.
Shanti opened her eyes, watching Raj's back, then looked at Jagat with a corrupted smile. She felt no pity, just thrill.

Shanti: You are a very cruel man, my Tharki Seth.
Jagat reached down, pinching her Haldi-smeared cheek soft.

Jagat Singh: Only to those who cannot afford you, my dear. Now, let me finish what I started.

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Scene 7

After the Haldi, Shanti went to a room in the Haveli to wash off the paste. Her skin felt tingly from Jagat's hands, a mix of shame and excitement running through her. She thought of the small kid with Raj in the guest quarters, probably needing a feed soon, but she pushed it away, focusing on the heavy red Kanjeevaram saree she dbangd on. The blouse was tight, her heavy lactating chest pushing against it, gold jewelry cold on her warm skin. She felt changed, not Raj's poor wife anymore, but Jagat's expensive bride. Raj sat in the cold guest room, holding the crying small kid, feeding him some mashed fruit to calm him. The ten crores felt like a curse now, crushing his chest. Evening came, time for the small wedding.

The Mandap was in the big hall, lit only by the sacred fire's flames. Just four people in the huge space. Pandit Ji chanted old Sanskrit. Jagat and Shanti sat on soft cushions. Behind them, Raj as the 'witness' to his own destruction, arms heavy with the sleeping small kid after the feed.

Pandit Ji: The fire is the ultimate witness, Seth Ji. It purifies all bonds.
Jagat stared at the fire, a dark smirk on his old face, feeling powerful.

Jagat Singh: There is another witness tonight, Pandit Ji. A man who understands the true price of this bond. Is that not right, Raj?
Raj's voice came weak from the shadows, hollow inside.

Raj: Yes, Seth Ji. I am witnessing it. Everything.
Shanti didn't look back at Raj. The firelight played on her diamond ring and gold necklace on her deep cleavage. She breathed heavy, chest moving up and down, feeling high from the setup.
Pandit kept chanting. Jagat ignored the proper distance, sliding close, pulling Shanti tight against him. His old hand went under her saree folds, resting bold on her bare waist, thumb tracing her hip slow under the silk. Shanti felt his touch like fire, a gasp coming out.

Shanti: Seth Ji... the Pandit Ji is right here...
Jagat whispered hot in her ear, his breath on her earrings.

Jagat Singh: Let him chant. My prayers are already answered, Shanti. Look at how perfectly you fit against me. You were made for this Haveli. For my hands.
Raj's tears fell quiet. He saw Jagat's hand moving on Shanti's waist. He looked for disgust on her face, but saw flushed pleasure, heavy eyes. She was enjoying it, and it broke him more.

Pandit Ji: Now, the groom must feed the bride the sacred sweet, marking his promise to provide for her every hunger.
Jagat took a piece of the syrupy sweet, not handing it, but pushing it to her lips with his fingers.

Jagat Singh: Open for me, my queen. Taste the life I am giving you.
Shanti locked eyes with him, parting lips, taking the sweet slow from his fingers. He kept his thumb there, pressing her lower lip, wiping syrup erotic slow.

Jagat Singh: Is it sweet, Shanti? Is it as sweet as the ten crores waiting for you?
Shanti closed eyes, leaning her cheek on his hand, breasts rising fast under the blouse.

Shanti: It is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, my Tharki Seth. I am starving for everything you have to give me.
Raj shut his eyes tight, face in the small kid's body. His wife was lost, glowing under the old man's touch, eaten by greed and want. He whispered to himself.

Raj: God... just let this end. Let me disappear.
Jagat turned a bit, seeing Raj broken, smiling as he pulled Shanti tighter.

Jagat Singh: It is just the beginning, Raj. She is mine now. Body, soul, and scent.
Shanti opened eyes, glancing quick at Raj. No sorry in her look, just cold pride of selling herself for big money, eager to take it.

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Scene 8

After the sweet feeding, the syrup taste still on Shanti's lips, the hall felt even heavier. Raj rocked the small kid in the shadows, trying to keep him quiet after a quick feed from a bottle he prepared earlier. The kid was fussy but settled. Pandit raised hands, moving to the next part. The fire crackled, and Shanti felt Jagat's hand still warm on her waist, making her body hum with want.

Pandit Ji: Seth Ji, the time has come. Please rise for the pheras. The final seven rounds around the holy fire to bind your souls for this lifetime.
Jagat stood slow, leaning on his cane one hand, other reaching out strong.

Jagat Singh: Come, Shanti. Stand up. Leave the last pieces of your poverty on those cushions.
Shanti got up graceful, the heavy saree falling around her curves. She put her hand in his, chest moving heavy.

Shanti: I am standing with you, my Seth Ji. I am ready to walk.

Pandit Ji: The witness must stand as well. Raj, stand and bear witness to the pheras.
Raj pushed up, legs shaking, holding the small kid tight. Tears ran down his face, feeling like a ghost.

Raj: I am standing. I am watching it all, Seth Ji.
Jagat gripped Shanti’s hand tight, pulling her close as they started slow circles around the fire. The heat matched the thick lust in the air.

Jagat Singh: With every step, Shanti, you are walking deeper into my gold. You are walking further away from that broken man crying in the dark.
Shanti stared at the fire, smiling breathless, excited. She bumped her hips against his leg on purpose.

Shanti: I know, Seth Ji. I can feel you. I want to drown in your love and luxury.
Raj sobbed quiet, watching her body move with Jagat, the small kid warm against him but no comfort.

Raj: She doesn't even look back. Ten crores... she sold us completely. God, the way she presses against him... she loves it.
Pandit's chants got faster as they finished the seventh round. They faced each other, fire showing Jagat's old weakness and Shanti's young glow.

Pandit Ji: The pheras are complete. Now, Seth Ji, apply the sindoor. Mark her as yours forever.
Jagat dropped his cane loud on the floor. He took the red powder, eyes on fire. He looked past Shanti at crying Raj, then dragged the powder heavy through her hair parting.

Jagat Singh: You wear my color now. You wear my wealth. You are my property, Shanti.
Shanti looked up, chest heaving, fully given to the twisted pull.

Shanti: Yes, my Tharki Seth. I am completely yours.
But Jagat didn't stop there. Dropping all tradition act, he took her face in his old shaking hands. Right by the fire, with Pandit chanting, and Raj broken in front, he pulled Shanti into a deep, hungry kiss.
Raj gasped loud, knees weak, clutching the small kid.

Raj: No... please... not like this...
It wasn't a quick peck. It was long, wet, consuming, Jagat showing full ownership. He crushed her body against his, hands sliding from face to shoulders, mapping her back curves hard, pressing her heavy chest flat to his beating heart. Paid by money, fueled by hidden tharki lust, the kiss felt like the real start.

Shanti moaned loud into his mouth, not pulling away, but giving in full. She wrapped arms tight around his neck, melting, opening mouth to make it dirtier, public show of her new side.

Shanti: Mmmm... Seth Ji...
Jagat broke slow, panting, lips wet. Hands gripped her waist, staring at Raj weeping into the kid's body.

Jagat Singh: Look at her, Raj. Look at how she kisses a man who can actually afford her.
Shanti rested head on Jagat's chest, eyes half shut, flushed with heat and power. She didn't look at Raj stumbling in the back.

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Scene 9

After the big kiss in the hall, everything felt final. Jagat held Shanti's hand tight and started walking towards the master bedroom. Raj stood there for a second, completely numb, the small kid still sleeping heavy in his arms after the long day. He followed them down the long, fancy hallway, his feet dragging on the marble. The small kid stirred once, making a small sound, but Raj rocked him gently and kept walking. Shanti didn't look back even once.

They reached the big carved wooden doors of the master suite. Jagat gently guided Shanti inside first. He didn't even turn to look at Raj. He just pulled the heavy doors shut with a loud bang. The metallic click of the lock echoed in the empty hallway like a gunshot.

Raj's legs gave up. He slowly sank down to the cold marble floor right outside the door, back against the wall, still holding the small kid close to his chest. He was now just a listener to his own wife's suhaagraat. Every sound from inside was going to kill him slowly.

Inside the dimly lit room with everything soft and private. Shanti stood in the middle, still in her heavy red saree, breathing fast. Jagat dropped his cane near the door and looked at her from head to toe, shaking his head slowly, like he couldn't believe she was really his now.

Jagat Singh: Raj is an absolute fool. He has no idea what he has given me. He starved a queen, and now... I get to feast.
He stepped close behind her. His old body heat pressed against her back. He buried his face near her shoulder and took a deep breath, smelling her sweat, perfume, and that sweet milky scent from her chest.

Jagat Singh: You smell incredible…
Shanti's shoulders relaxed a little, but her heart was beating very fast. She felt nervous but also excited in a bad way.

Shanti: mmmm… I know you’re doing that on purpose…
Jagat wrapped his arms tight around her slim waist and pulled her back hard against him. His lower body pressed against her hips, showing how much he wanted her. He kissed the side of her neck, slow and wet.

Shanti: ahhhhh… don’t start something you can’t finish, Seth Ji…
He hugged her even tighter, proving he was still strong enough. His lips moved hungrily along her neck, hot breath on her skin.

Shanti: ohhhhh… that spot… you know that spot…
Jagat turned her around to face him. Shanti looked up with half-closed eyes, already flushed and breathing heavy.

Jagat Singh: You’re beautiful.
His shaking hands moved slowly over her clothes, feeling her waist and hips, then came up and rested fully on her heavy chest, still covered by the blouse. He didn't squeeze yet, just felt the weight and warmth.

Shanti: mmmm… you’re staring again…
Jagat kept looking at her like she was the most precious thing he ever bought. His palms stayed on her breasts, feeling them move with her breathing.

Jagat Singh: You don’t even know how stunning you look right now. This magnificent size... this shape. I want to taste you, Shanti. I want to taste the life inside you.
Shanti's breath got faster. She put her hands over his, half trying to stop him, half not.

Shanti: ohhhh… don’t talk like that… you’ll make me weak… no...
Jagat ignored her weak protest. He stepped closer, pinning her lightly, and pressed his hands firmer on her chest through the blouse, feeling her nipples get hard.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhh… okay… okay…
Jagat started kissing her cheeks slow and teasing. Shanti's fingers went into his silver hair, holding his head.

Shanti: mmmmmmmm… stay there…
He licked her neck lightly, then kissed behind her ear, breathing hard.

Shanti: ohhhhhhh… I can’t… you’re making it worse…
Their faces came very close. Lips brushed soft at first, then they started kissing slow, tasting each other.

Shanti: mmmmmmmmmmmm…
Suddenly Shanti couldn't wait anymore. She pulled him closer hard, fingers tight in his hair. The kiss became deep, wet, and desperate.

Shanti: ahhhhhhh… ohhhhh… mmmmmm…
Jagat stopped suddenly, pulling back just a little, looking straight into her eyes with full control.

Jagat Singh: Tell me to stop.
Shanti stared at him, chest heaving fast, eyes full of pure lust.

Shanti: …don’t you dare…
Jagat groaned and kissed her again, even deeper this time, like he wanted to eat her completely.

Shanti: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… ahhhhhhhhh…
Outside the thick door, Raj heard that long "ahhhhh". He squeezed his eyes shut tight and buried his face in the small kid's blanket, breaking into pieces he knew he could never fix.

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Scene 10

After that deep, hungry kiss and with the taste of each other still on their lips, the room felt even hotter and smaller. Shanti’s breathing was heavy, her face flushed red. Outside the thick wooden door, Raj was still sitting on the cold marble floor, holding the small kid tight against his chest. The baby had woken up once and cried softly for milk, but Raj had given him some mashed banana from the bag he carried, rocking him back to sleep. Now Raj just stared at the locked door, every small sound from inside cutting him like a knife.

Inside, Only their heavy, ragged breathing filled the dimly lit master suite. Jagat pulled back just enough to look at Shanti’s heavy Kanjeevaram blouse, which was still tight on her chest. His old fingers hovered near the edge of the fabric.

Jagat Singh: Can I?
Shanti looked up at him, a little shy but her eyes also shining with greedy excitement. She felt her heart hammering.

Shanti: …mmmm… you’re my husband…
Jagat reached around her slowly and found the thick strings at the back of her blouse. He did not rush at all. He untied them very slowly, one by one. The heavy silk loosened immediately.

Shanti: ahhhhh…
Jagat gently opened the front of the blouse just a little, not touching her yet. He just looked, his eyes full of raw hunger, seeing her massive breasts held only by the lace bra now.

Jagat Singh: You’re… beautiful.
Shanti’s bare shoulders rose as she took a deep breath under his burning stare. She felt exposed but also powerful.

Shanti: ohhhhh… don’t look at me like that…
But she did not cover herself. Her hands stayed lightly on his chest. Jagat let the fabric slide open more, the bra fully visible. His fingers lightly traced her bare sides, feeling her soft skin.

Shanti: mmmmmmmm…
Jagat stepped closer, their bodies almost touching again. His fingers grazed over the lace covering her heavy breasts. He was not squeezing yet, just feeling the big curve and the heat.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhh…
Jagat watched her face carefully, seeing every small reaction. He pressed a little firmer, still over the bra, feeling her nipples getting hard and pushing against the lace.

Shanti: ohhhhhhhhhhh…
Her breathing became fast and uneven. One hand gripped his shoulder tight, the other went deep into his silver hair.
Jagat moved behind her for a moment, holding her firm from the back while the open blouse hung loose in front. He pressed a hot kiss on her bare shoulder.

Shanti: ohhhhh… I feel shy…
He turned her gently to face him again, hands resting strong on her waist. He looked straight into her dark, wide eyes.

Jagat Singh: Tell me if you want me to stop.
Shanti was breathing very fast now, her heavy chest rising and falling, cheeks deep red.

Shanti: …don’t stop…
Jagat brought his hand up again, slow this time, and held her full lactating breasts more properly, still over the bra. His grip was firm but careful, thumb brushing over her hard nipples. He watched her face closely.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Her knees bent a little, like she couldn’t stand properly. She held him tight, her breath shaking at the end.
Jagat leaned in and kissed her deep again, slower than before, like he wanted to own every part of her.

Shanti: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh…

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Scene 11

After that deep kiss and Jagat’s hands pressing firm on her heavy breasts over the bra, Shanti felt her whole body burning with need. Her nipples were rock hard and she was already wet between her legs. Outside the thick wooden door, Raj was still sitting on the cold marble floor, the small kid now awake and fussy in his arms. He had given the baby some mashed rice earlier, but the six-month-old was crying softly for his mother’s milk. Raj rocked him helplessly, tears running down his face, every moan coming from inside the room cutting him deeper.

The heavy wooden door acted like a cruel filter. It stopped the words but made Shanti’s breathy sounds louder for Raj.
Inside the dimly lit room, Jagat stood right in front of Shanti, his eyes fixed on the last piece of cloth hiding her chest. He leaned in slowly, old fingers touching the clasp of her lace bra.

Jagat Singh: Shall I?
Shanti hesitated for one second, her dark eyes meeting his. She felt the weight of everything that was about to happen.

Shanti: ...Mmmm... slowly...
Jagat unhooked the clasp carefully. The bra loosened. He watched her face as her breathing became deeper and shaky.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhh...
He gently slid the lace away, seeing her full naked breasts for the first time. Heavy, full of milk, beautiful. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked, making the wait even more painful.

Jagat Singh: You're... perfect.
Shanti’s shoulders dropped. A strange mix of relief and dirty excitement filled her.

Shanti: Ohhhhh... don’t stare so much...
She didn’t try to cover herself. Her hands stayed lightly on his chest. Jagat leaned closer, kissing just above her breast, then slowly moving lower. His lips touched the soft swell of one breast gently.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Jagat placed a slow kiss right on the heavy curve. Shanti’s fingers immediately gripped his shoulders hard.

Shanti: Ohhhhhhhhhhh... I feel... sensitive...
He opened his mouth and took her nipple fully inside, sucking deep and strong. The warm, sweet milk flowed into his mouth.
Shanti’s eyes flew open in shock, then her whole body melted.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhhhh—! Ohhhhh... I didn’t expect that...

Jagat Singh: It's beautiful. You taste so sweet.
Shanti’s face turned deep red. A wave of maternal shock and strong, dirty pleasure hit her hard.

Shanti: Really? It feels... so good...
Jagat switched to the other breast, sucking with steady rhythm, hands gently holding her heavy chest. Shanti’s breathing became fast and broken.

Shanti: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahhhhhhhhhhh... don’t stop...

Jagat Singh: Tell me how it feels.

Shanti: Intense... warm... like we're connected. Keep going... please.
He sucked harder, swallowing again and again. Shanti’s hips moved forward on their own, pressing into him.

Shanti: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Oh god... it's too much... but don't stop...

Jagat Singh: You're incredible. You taste like heaven.
Outside the door, Raj dragged both hands down his face, silently praying to become deaf. He could hear everything.
Inside, Jagat kept going, switching sides, sucking like he could never get enough. Shanti’s moans grew longer and louder.

Shanti: I'm... I'm yours... Ahhhhhhhhh... keep sucking... harder... Ohhhhh... ahh... ahh... don't stop, please! Yes... just like that... oh god, it's amazing...
Shanti’s body shook with strong waves of pleasure.

Jagat Singh: You're everything to me.
Shanti smiled weakly, eyes glassy with pleasure. She pulled his silver head up and gave him a slow, deep kiss.

Shanti: That was... unforgettable.
Even while kissing, Jagat’s fingers stayed on her warm skin, silently promising that this was only the beginning. The Tharki Transaction had just started.

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After that long kiss, Jagat’s hands were still on Shanti’s bare, milk-heavy breasts. He looked at her with pure hunger. Shanti’s body was already shaking with need. She wanted more. Jagat pushed her gently but firmly onto the big soft bed. Shanti fell back on the pillows, her open blouse and saree spread around her.

Jagat Singh: Tonight you become fully mine, Shanti.
He stood up, opened the knot of his silk pajama, and let it fall. His old but hard cock sprang out, thick and ready. Shanti’s eyes widened but she didn’t look away.
Outside the door, Raj heard the bed creak as Shanti fell on it. He pressed the small kid tighter to his chest. The six-month-old was half-asleep but starting to fuss again, wanting milk. Raj’s tears fell on the baby’s blanket.
Inside, Jagat climbed on the bed and pulled Shanti’s remaining clothes off in one rough tug. He came on top of her. Shanti moaned loud the moment he entered her.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhh… Seth Ji…
The bed started creaking loudly, steady and fast. Shanti’s moans became continuous, louder every second.

Shanti: Ahh… ahh… ohhhh… yes… ahhhhh…

Jagat Singh: You will bear my child now, Shanti… You will bear my child…
He kept saying it again and again while thrusting hard.

Jagat Singh: You will bear my child now… My seed… only my seed…
Shanti’s moans turned into almost screams. The bed was banging against the wall now.

Shanti: Ahhhhh… yes… harder… oh god… ahhhhhhhhh…
Outside, Raj heard every word. His body shook. The small kid started crying softly for milk. Raj tried to rock him but his own hands were trembling badly. He whispered to himself, “Ten crores… ten crores…” but it didn’t help. Each moan from Shanti felt like a knife in his heart.
Inside, it went on for almost twenty minutes. Jagat was sweating, breathing like an animal, still repeating the same words.

Jagat Singh: You will bear my child now… Take it all… You will bear my child…
Suddenly Jagat gave one final deep push and let out a loud, long groan.

Jagat Singh: Aaaahhhhhhhhh… take it!
Shanti felt the hot, thick liquid shoot deep inside her. Her eyes opened wide.

Shanti: Ohhhhh… it is so hot and thick… I can feel it… so much…
Jagat collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing like they had run a race. Their bodies were sweaty and stuck together. Shanti’s arms slowly went around his back, holding him.

They stayed like that, completely spent. After a few minutes, their breathing became slow and deep. Jagat kissed her forehead once, then both of them fell into heavy sleep, still joined together.

Outside, Raj heard the sudden silence after the loud final groan. He knew exactly what had just happened. He buried his face in the small kid’s blanket and cried without making any sound. The baby kept crying softly for his mother’s milk, but Raj could not move. He just sat there, broken completely, listening to the silence behind the locked door.

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I am curious how those gifs were generated. What tool was used for it. Can someone share please?


Vyasya

generate your images and later edit them - in NSFW - create videos. Try open source models.

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