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Ustad pulled his cock from her mouth with a slow, wet drag.
A thick string of honey and spit stretched from Monica’s swollen lower lip to the shiny head before it finally broke and fell onto her chin. She lay there breathing hard, lips glistening, the upper curves of her heavy breasts smeared with the sticky golden mess. Her eyes were still hazy from the high, but the familiar spark of defiance was already flickering back to life.
Ustad didn’t give her time to recover.

He climbed over her in one heavy movement, knees forcing her thighs apart, and dropped his full weight down so she was completely trapped beneath him. His dark eyes moved hungrily over the ruined blouse, the spit-and-honey-covered tits, the red saree still tangled around her waist.
Monica’s hands shot up and shoved hard against his chest.

“Ustad… get off me. Right now. You’ve had good fun. That’s enough.”

He ignored the words. His hands went straight to the folds of her saree.
Monica twisted her hips sharply, trying to throw him off.


“Don’t you dare touch the saree. I’m serious, you bastard— leave it alone!”
Ustad grabbed the  red saree at her waist and yanked. The fabric resisted for a second. Monica kicked out with one leg, her heel catching him in the side, but he had her pinned so thoroughly that the kick barely moved him. He pulled harder, dragging the long length of the saree out from under her body in rough, continuous tugs. The saree slid across her bare skin as he stripped it away completely.

“Stop it— Ustad, I mean it! You can’t strip me like this… you animal— let go of it!”

She kicked again, harder this time, but his knees kept her thighs spread and his weight kept her upper body locked in place. He crumpled the entire  saree in both hands and threw it aside like it was nothing. The  saree landed in a careless heap on the floor near the wall.

Monica’s breathing quickened, chest rising and falling fast.
“You absolute bastard…get off me.. Right now!”

Monica looked breath-taking sexy only in her Bra and petticoat. Her round deep navel hole with slight folds of fat across her waist made her so irresistibly hot. Ustad had never witnessed a sexier navel hole in his life. He knew he could suck and put his cock inside that navel hole and fuck her navel hole for hours and hours. He could not believe his luck with this fuck meat of a wife of his best friend. He had secretly envied and abused Rakesh so much for having got Monica, a woman he wanted to fuck for lifetime. To fuck her so hard and so dirtily that his best friend’s sexy randi wife starts to worship the raw filthy cock of him!


There was nothing that could stop Ustad tonight. Ustad was already reaching for her white petticoat which did not seem to be a difficult cloth to get rid of. Only that Monica still tried to protect her modesty. She was so turned on and dripping wet yet she could not get terms of being completely naked in front of her husband’s best friend.

Her hands flew down to stop him, grabbing at his wrists.

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare touch that. I’m warning you, Ustad—”
The thin cotton drawstring of the petticoat was still tied at her waist. But barely …it would be easily unknotted soon….

Ustad easily overpowered her grip, hooked two thick fingers under the string, and pulled. The knot gave away instantly. Monica twisted and tried to resist, but he simply shifted his weight and pinned her harder to the mattress. Monica was literally overpowered and pinned down in seconds. Such was the animalistic raw brute strength of Ustad. Monica realized his diet of red meat everyday made him such a crazy monster, impossible to stop him if he decides going… but she secretly loved so much of this… She loved that crazy brute overpowering that Ustad did within seconds buckling her down…She could not believe any other man can even come close to Ustad in terms of strength.. She did not even think of her husband Rakesh in the same breath…..

Still Monica tried rather pretended to protect whatever Modesty was left…
“I said stop! You’re not taking that off— Ustad, I’m serious, don’t—!”

He grabbed the waistband of the petticoat with both hands and yanked the petticoat down in one continuous, hungry motion — past her hips, over her thighs, off her legs completely. The petticoat was gone in a fraction of second. Such was the mood Ustad had got into. Monica was stunned …. She saw in horror how the soft fabric bunched and then came free. He didn’t even glance at it as he tossed it in the same direction as the saree. It joined the growing pile of ruined clothes on the floor.

Monica was left in only her black lace bra (still shoved up above her breasts) and a pair of tiny black panties.

Monica knew her panties were pure provocation. Thin side-strings sat low on her hips. A small triangle of sheer lace at the front clung wetly to the soft mound of her pussy, the fabric so fine it barely hid anything. At the back there was almost nothing — just two thin strings framing the full, round cheeks of her ass. The design was deliberately slutty, the kind of expensive, shameless lingerie only a woman as bold as Monica would pack for a village wedding. Against her fair skin the black panty looked even more obscene. A dark wet patch had already spread between her thighs.
Ustad went completely still, staring down at what he had uncovered.
Monica  was breathing hard


“ Ustad ….are you just crazy ? You fucking got me naked!”


Ustad’s hands slid under her thighs and pushed them even wider, eyes locked on the tiny black panty like he wanted to tear it apart with his teeth.
“Woow….Who the fuck packs something this tiny for a village? You have quite a collection…”


Monica just lay restlessly under Ustad’s mounting weight silently enjoying the humiliation her body was going through, She just wondered “ Gawd ..He is just so rough …I will still make him really earn what he is getting in...I will make a drama which makes things difficult for him..Let the bastard earn me…

” Monica thought in a twisted sequence of defiance and pretence!
Monica’s lips curved in a defiant little smirk even as a flush spread across her chest. She tried to close her legs, but his knees kept them open.


Ustad smirked “ Monica ..your collection of Bra and Panties I am sure will be one of the sluttiest in entire Delhi, where do you buy these from ?”


“Ustad just stop whatever you are trying to do….Just don’t forget I am still your best friend’s wife…. ”


Ustad gave a low, rough laugh and leaned down until his face was inches from hers. His thick, still-hard cock pressed heavily against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

“My best friend will soon become my worst enemy when he gets to know how his wife is naked under my big fat Lund”

“ Ustad you aren’t doing anything..I warn you”

Monica’s fingers dug hard into his forearms, nails biting skin, but her voice stayed cool, mocking, and completely unapologetic even in her helplessness.


“Now get. Off. Or I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

Ustad’s fingers hooked into the thin side-string of the panties and pulled it taut against her hip.

Monica’s eyes flashed..
“Ustad. I’m serious. Don’t you fucking dare pull that— don’t—”
He pulled.

Ustad’s fingers tightened on the thin side-string of the panties.
Before Monica could finish her warning he yanked — hard and fast. The delicate black panties gave with almost no resistance. The tiny triangle tore free from her hips in one swift, brutal motion. Cool air hit her completely bare skin.

Monica’s hands shot down instinctively, trying to cover the soft, exposed mound between her thighs

“Madarchod…! What the fuck do you think you’re doing”

The sharp curse burst out of her, raw and furious, but Ustad had already tossed the ruined panties aside. He grabbed both her wrists, forced them up above her head, and pinned them there with one large hand while he looked down at what he had uncovered.

Monica lay completely naked beneath him except for the black bra still shoved up above her breasts.

Her cunt was smooth — cleanly shaved, like most fashion loving modern women She liked shaving her private parts … She regularly did it and that gave her all the confidence to wear such tiny undergarments! She had got into the habit of shaving her cunt since college and once the news of her shaved cunt got out, most men were desperate to fuck her!


Her soft outer lips slightly parted and already glistening with thick wetness. The pink inner folds were visible, swollen and slick, a thin trail of arousal running down toward the cleft of her ass. Her thick, meaty thighs were spread wide by his knees, the soft inner skin trembling. When she tried to twist away, the full, round cheeks of her ass pressed into the mattress, the deep cleft between them on clear, shameless display. Everything about her body looked heavy, ripe, and obscenely exposed under the dim light of the room.

Ustad stared for a long moment, breathing hard, eyes dark with open hunger.

Then he reached for the tiny black panties he had just ripped off. He brought the damp, warm crotch straight to his nose and inhaled deeply, openly, obscenely — a long, filthy breath that made Monica’s stomach tighten.
“Where do you buy these from?” he asked, voice thick and casual, like he was discussing the weather while she lay naked and pinned. “I asked you once. Will you answer properly now?”
Monica was still trying to yank her wrists free, face flushed with a mix of rage, shock, and the residual high. Her voice came out sharp, playful, and cutting all at once.

“What kind of sick question is that, you bastard? Obviously I don’t sit at home stitching my own  lingerie. I buy them from a store. Happy now, madarchod?”

Ustad kept the panties pressed to his face for another long second, breathing in the thick scent of her arousal, before lowering them slowly.
“And how expensive?”

Monica let out a short, disbelieving laugh

“A bomb. Almost three thousand for the set. Why the fuck does it matter to you?”
Ustad laughed,

“Three thousand!!!!! You pay three thousand rupees for being literally naked underneath…What a waste sweetie!”
Monica’s eyes flashed. Even pinned and stripped, the playful bite in her voice stayed intact.

“You’re not doing fucking commentary on my lingerie choices, asshole”
Ustad’s mouth curved into a dark, satisfied smile.

“I have better plans for making these expensive little panties productive.”
Before she could react he stretched the thin, still-damp waistband of the panties and looped it tightly around both her wrists. He pulled the fabric taut, then tied the other end firmly to the wooden upper edge of the cot. The elastic bit into her skin just enough to hold. Monica’s arms were stretched above her head, wrists bound with her own ruined lingerie, leaving her completely open and unable to cover a single inch of herself.
She stared up at the makeshift restraint, stunned,

“Kya… what the fuck are you doing, Chutiya ? Untie me right now—!”


Her voice was sharp, breathless, and still full of biting, playful defiance even as the reality of her position sank in — completely naked, wrists tied with her own three-thousand-rupee panties, legs forced open under her husband’s best friend, cunt fully exposed and dripping.

“Now you can’t hide anything,” he said quietly, voice thick with ownership. “And I can take my fucking time with every inch of you.”
Monica tugged hard at the panty-restraints, the tiny lace stretching but not giving. A flush of heat and humiliation spread across her chest,

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Ustad sat back on his heels between Monica’s spread thighs for a moment, simply looking.


A thin trail of arousal had run down the cleft of her ass and left a small dark spot on the sheet.


He reached down with both large hands and grabbed the full, round cheeks of her ass hard.


Monica jerked against the restraints, but the sound that came out of her was not pure protest. She could not believe someone could tie her up with her own panties!


“Ustad— wait… ahh—”
He ignored whatever she was about to say. His thick fingers dug deep into the soft, meaty flesh, spreading her fat ass cheeks wide open so the tight, dark ass hole and her dripping cunt above it were completely on display. He squeezed again, harder, watching the way the flesh overflowed between his fingers and the way her cunt clenched visibly in response.


Ustad laughed “ Uhh.. ,.'.. what a fat ass you have Monica. The first day I saw how your ass filled the jeans you were wearing! I knew about your fat ass from that day…ughhhh”


Then he leaned down and sank his teeth into her fat ass cheeks!
Monica’s back arched sharply off the cot. A loud, broken moan tore out of her.
“Ahhh—! Ahhhhhh.…!”



Ustad bit down harder, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a deep, stinging red mark. He held the bite on her fat milky fair ass for several long seconds, growling against her flesh, then released it and immediately latched onto the same spot with his mouth, sucking the marked skin roughly. The wet, filthy sound of suction filled the room. He moved to the left ass cheek and did the same — a hard, possessive bite followed by long, open-mouthed sucking that left the skin red, shiny with spit, and throbbing.


Monica twisted under him, wrists pulling hard against the panty-restraints, but her ass were already pushing back toward his mouth instead of away.
“Ahh… ahhh… stop biting so hard… Ustad ..fuck……aahhh… aah… fuck…”


Ustad answered by spreading her ass cheeks even wider and dragging his tongue slowly up the deep gap between them, from the tight ass hole all the way down to the dripping entrance of her cunt. He licked again, slower, flatter, tasting the clean skin and the faint salt of her sweat mixed with the thicker taste of her arousal. Then he focused on her tight ass hole itself, circling it with the tip of his tongue, pressing lightly, then licking over it in long, wet, deliberate strokes until it glistened.
Monica’s moans turned filthy, louder, completely unrestrained.


“Nnngh… ahhh… Hey Bhagwan… you’re so disgusting… aah… yes… like that.. Ustad do that more ….…”


“ Do what more Monica?” Ustad laughed ..

“ Bite my ass harder you madarchod…. Did I ask you to stop ?” Monica’s hoarse voice made Ustad more crazy and wild like a lion ..


He spent a long time on her ass which men dream to lay their hands on…. Especially when they see them typically jiggle in the tight denims or miniskirt she usually wear to work .. Countless men have tried to brush against her fat protruding ass in crowded elevators and public transport.. Ustad considered himself damn lucky that afternoon….Not many women will have those of assets …


Only when her ass was thoroughly red and wet did he finally move higher. Monica was crouching in pain and pleasure alike with the treatment Ustad’s filthy sharp teeth and tongue did to her backside…She was always secretly proud of how her ass jiggled and swayed when she walked, today that pride of her was degraded to such extent by the filthy brute best friend of her husband.. There can’t be anything possibly more shameful than getting your fat married ass licked and bitten like that by a guy other than your husband….


Ustad shifted, pushing her thick thighs even wider apart with his shoulders until the muscles stretched, and lowered his mouth directly onto her shaved cunt.


The first long, flat lick went from the bottom of her entrance all the way up over her clit, gathering the thick wetness that had already soaked her. Monica’s hips jerked hard and a raw,
“Aahhh—! Fuck… Fuck ahh … aah…..ahhh!”


He did it again, slower this time, dragging his tongue through the slick, swollen folds, tasting how wet she was — salty, slightly sweet, and heavy. He sealed his mouth over her cunt and sucked, loud and filthy, pulling the soft outer lips into his mouth before releasing them with a wet pop. Then he pushed his tongue inside her as deep as it would go, fucking her with it in short, greedy strokes while his nose pressed against her clit.


The wet, obscene sounds of him eating her filled the small room — loud suction, the soft wet noise of his tongue sliding through her folds, the occasional low growl against her skin. Thick spit and her own juices ran down the cleft of her ass in continuous streams and soaked the sheet beneath her.



Monica’s thighs trembled violently on either side of his head. Her bound hands clenched into fists above her. Any remaining resistance had burned away; her hips were now rolling openly against his mouth, chasing every stroke of his tongue.


“Ahhh… Ustad… aah… … don’t stop… nnnh—! Hey Bhagwan… yes… eat me… aahh… Please don’t stop!”


He didn’t stop. He licked her open with long, greedy strokes, then focused on her clit, fucking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue before sucking it hard between his lips. Every time her ass bucked he simply gripped her thick thighs tighter and pulled her cunt harder against his mouth, forcing her to take the full pressure. He alternated between deep tongue-fucking and focused, relentless attention on her clit until Monica was moaning almost without pause, the sounds high, desperate, and completely shameless.


“ don’t you dare stop… nnngh… aah..aah ahh ahhh .…!” Monica yelled in absolute forbidden pleasure…


Ustad lifted his head just long enough to speak, his mouth and chin completely shiny with her thick wetness.
Monica shouted “ Ustad I said don’t stop you asshole ..keep licking my cunt “
Ustad laughed…

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Her bound wrists yanked hard against the stretched black panties tied to the upper edge of the cot. Her thick, meaty thighs clamped around Ustad’s head like a vice. A raw, broken very loud scream tore out of her throat as the orgasm slammed through her without any restraint.



“Aahhh—! I …just …cummed ..Fuck….!” Monica could not blame herself for her shameless orgasm!


Her cunt convulsed violently against his mouth. Thick, clear wetness gushed out of her in pulses, soaking Ustad’s face completely — his nose, his mouth, his chin, even his cheeks. She orgasamed unrestrained and shameless, ass grinding down onto his tongue and lips, forcing more of her juices into his mouth. Tears spilled freely from the corners of her eyes, running down her temples into her hair. Her heavy tits shook with every spasm. Long, high, broken moans kept pouring out of her even after the peak, her body twitching and rolling against his face as if she never wanted it to end.


“Ahhh… ahh… fuck… holyyyuy fuck…!” Monica was panting uncontrollable soaking in the ultimate dirty pleasure


Ustad stayed buried between her thighs like a man who truly owned her, licking and sucking her through every last tremor, letting her coat his face completely. Only when she finally went limp and whimpering did he lift his head.


His entire face was shiny and wet with her cum. He made no move to wipe it off. He simply rose onto his knees between her still-spread legs, shoved his trousers the rest of the way down, and freed his thick, dark, fully hard cock. The heavy, vein-ridged length slapped against the soft skin of her lower belly. He grabbed it at the base, angled the swollen head downward, and pressed it directly against her soaked, still-pulsing entrance.
Monica’s eyes flew open. The post-orgasm haze cleared but her defiance still was there….


“Wait— Ustad, stop right there. I can’t cheat on Rakesh. I’m still married to your best friend, you bastard.”


Ustad rubbed the thick head up and down her slippery folds, coating himself in the fresh wetness she had just gushed, then notched it firmly against her hole. The heat and size of him were impossible to ignore.
Monica’s voice came out sharp, breathless, and full of cutting sass even while her cunt twitched against him.


“I said stop. I can’t cheat… especially not with my husband’s best friend pipe like Lund…. Get that thing away from me before I start screaming for real.”


Ustad leaned over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other still guiding his cock.


“You’ve already cheated, Monica. You just came all over my face like you were starving for it . This is just us finishing what you started.”


Monica tried to close her thighs, but his body kept them open.


“ It will hurt… your size is massive..I am not ready for this shit Ustad… don’t force me” Monica still fought back ..She was not fighting Ustad but her own conscience.. 


She was acting against her own guilt trip… the guilt of cheating her husband with his best friend.. there can’t be any more cruel form of marital cheating on this planet….Monica knew it…She was fighting a losing battle trying desperately to keep her conscience clean…But Ustad was such a bastard brute, he won’t ever let that happen… you don’t expect mercy and emotion and restraint with the notorious betting goonda of Delhi … Once you are involved so deep with Ustad , there is no going back ever…Monica knew the inevitable…absolutely she Knew!!!!


Ustad laughed “ Are you going to let me fuck you quietly or you will still put that silly drama on ! Monica?”


Monica gulped “ Ustad not today please, it does not feel right…I have to work on my marriage!”


Ustad hissed …
Monica shouted…

“Condom. At least put a fucking condom on, madarchod. I’m in my fertile period. I am not getting pregnant with your child. Don’t even think about trying it.”


Ustad rubbed the head against her entrance again, feeling how easily the thick tip would slide in.


“I won’t release inside you. Don’t worry!”

Monica’s short, hoarse laugh was pure disbelief mixed with razor-sharp sass

“I don’t trust men. They all say the same fucking nonsense …Especially not men who just spent the last hour with their face buried in their best friend’s wife’s cunt and got themselves soaked.”

Ustad’s eyes locked on hers. He pushed forward just enough for the thick head to stretch her open and rest right at the entrance — not inside yet, but the pressure was already intense…he repeated, voice rough and steady. “I’ll pull out. . Now stop talking and take it.”


Monica stared up at him,

“…Not even one drop, Ustad. I mean it. You break that promise and I’ll make sure you regret ever touching me.”

Ustad held her gaze for one more second.
Then he thrust forward in one long, brutal stroke and buried every thick inch of his cock inside her to the hilt.
Monica’s back arched hard off the cot. A raw scream ripped out of her throat.

“Aahhh—! Fuck… it’s too big… ahhh… No… It’s hurting…!”


Her cunt stretched wide around him, the thick head forcing its way deep until his hips pressed flush against her ass. The sudden fullness stole her breath. Tears from the earlier orgasm still wet on her cheeks mixed with fresh ones of pure stretch.


Ustad gave her no time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard and deep. The wet slap of his hips against her filled the room.


Thap… Thap .. Thapppp.. Thap………


He set a relentless, punishing rhythm from the first strokes — long, powerful thrusts that made her heavy tits bounce and the cot creak under them.


Thap…Thap…. Thap ………..


He leaned down, one hand planted beside her head, the other gripping her thick thigh and pushing it higher. His face was still shiny with her cum. His voice came out low, rough, and filthy right against her ear.


“ Sweetie…Does Rakesh ever stretch you like this? Or does he just politely push in and finish in two minutes?”

Monica’s bound wrists yanked against the panties. Her voice came out broken but still sharp.


“Shut up… ahhh…ahhh… and fuck me properly if you’re going to do it…”
Ustad laughed, short and dark, and drove into her harder.


“I’m already fucking you. Look at your cunt. Soaking wet for me while your husband is out there judging children’s dances”


He hooked both arms under her thighs, folded her nearly in half, and used his full weight to pound down into her. The new angle made her scream again.


“Aahhh—! Hey Bhagwan… ummmmmaaa uhh… ahhh….Ustad …!”


“That’s it,” Ustad growled, never slowing. “Scream for me. You’re tighter than I expected… or maybe he just never opens you up properly.”


“You’re talking too much… ahhh… for someone who’s supposed to be just fucking me…”


Ustad’s rhythm stayed brutal and steady. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her  tits. He leaned down and bit the side of her neck, then spoke against her skin between thrusts.


“I can talk and fuck you at the same time. Unlike your husband. I bet he goes quiet and careful”


He kept the folded position and fucked her without mercy — deep, heavy strokes that made her cunt squelch loudly around him.

Monica’s voice cracked, but she still pushed back at him between moans.
Ustad’s eyes darkened. He pulled almost all the way out, paused with only the thick head stretching her, then slammed back in with everything he had.
He set a harder, faster pace, the wet filthy sounds of their fucking filling the sealed room.


Thap… Thapp.. Thap…. Thap……


His hands gripped her thick thighs hard enough to leave marks. He watched her face the entire time.


“Rakesh is going to come back to the house later thinking his good little wife was resting. But look at her taking my lund”


Monica’s third wave of pleasure was building fast. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around him. Tears kept leaking from her eyes, but her voice stayed sharp even while breaking.


“You’re… ahhh… enjoying the commentary more than the fucking… madarchod… aahh…!”


Ustad laughed again, low and rough, and ground deep inside her.
“I’m enjoying both. Especially the part where you keep talking back while your cunt keeps sucking me in. Rakesh has no idea what a dirty, greedy wife he’s got. ”


He fucked her like that for a long time — raw, brutal, continuous — never fully letting her come, never fully letting himself get too close. Every time she got loud he talked more filth into her ear about her husband, about how easy she was for him, about how this was only the beginning. Monica cursed him, challenged him, and still lifted her hips to meet every thrust.
Then he suddenly pulled out.

The emptiness made her cry out in protest.

“Ustad— don’t you dare stop now— put it back in—”

He didn’t answer with words at first. He flipped her onto her stomach with her wrists still tied to the head of the cot. He yanked her hips up high so her , bitten ass was raised and her chest stayed pressed to the mattress. Then he slammed back into her from behind in one brutal, full-length stroke that forced a raw scream out of her.

“Aahhh—! Fuck What kind of animal are you Ustad?…!”

The new position let him go even deeper. He gripped the red-bitten cheeks of her ass with both hands, spreading them wide open so he could watch his thick cock disappear inside her cunt on every thrust. He set a hard, savage rhythm — long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt with full force. The wet slap of his hips against her ass was louder now.

Monica’s face was turned to the side, cheek pressed into the mattress, mouth open.

“Ahhh… Ustad… ahhh… you’re so deep… Hey Bhagwan… yes… harder… aahh…!”

Ustad leaned over her, chest against her back, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to arch.

“Rakesh will never fuck you like this,” he growled against her ear between thrusts. “He doesn’t have it in him. He doesn’t even know his wife can take a real cock this deep and still beg for more. Say it. Tell me he can’t fuck you like I do.”

Monica’s voice cracked, but the sass still cut through.

“He can’t… ahhh… you already know that… now stop talking about him   ….… aahh…!”

“I am using you.  Poor Rakesh bastard. He’s going to come home later and kiss you without knowing my cum is going to be leaking out of you.”

Monica moaned loudly, hips pushing back to meet him despite herself.
“You’re… ahhh… Ustad harder ….harder …harder…”

Ustad laughed, short and dark, and slammed into her harder.
“ What would Rakesh say if he saw this?”

“He’d… ahhh… lose his mind… now fuck me harder if you’re going to keep talking… aahh…!”

He gave her exactly that — relentless, punishing force. Every time her cunt started fluttering around him he slowed just enough to keep her from tipping over, then resumed the hard pace.

Monica’s second orgasm built slowly and then crashed over her with violent force. Her cunt clamped down on him so tightly he had to grit his teeth. She screamed into the mattress, body shaking, tears streaming again.

He did not stop.

He fucked her straight through the orgasm and kept going, using her spasming cunt without mercy.

When her arms started shaking from being stretched he simply gripped her ass harder and pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. Monica’s voice was completely hoarse by now, but she never stopped answering him.


“Ahhh… yes… use me… Ustad… ruin me… aahh… I hate how good you feel… aahh…!”

Ustad kept the same position, the same deep, relentless rhythm, for what felt like hours. He edged himself repeatedly.

“You’re going to walk back to that mela later with my cum leaking out of you,” he said, voice thick. “And Rakesh will smile at you like nothing happened. That’s the best part. His wife, full of my cock, pretending everything is normal.”

“Ahhh… Ustad… ahhh… I can’t… aahh… you’re going to break me…”
He finally let himself go.

Instead of pulling out he slammed in to the hilt one last time and held there, cock pulsing hard as he came deep inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her cunt in heavy spurts. He kept grinding against her through every pulse, forcing every drop as deep as it would go.

Monica’s eyes flew open. A broken, shocked sound tore out of her.
“Ustad— you promised… ahhh… you said not even one drop—!”


Ustad stayed buried inside her, chest heaving against her back, still emptying the last of his cum into her.

“I lied,” he said, voice rough and completely unrepentant. “And you took every drop anyway. … full of Rakesh best friend’s cum. How does that feel, Monica? Tell me.”

Monica’s only answer at first was a long, broken moan as another aftershock rippled through her. Then, hoarse and still defiant even in defeat:
“It feels… like you’re a complete bastard… …”

He stayed inside her for a long moment after the last pulse, feeling her cunt flutter around him, before finally pulling out. Thick cum immediately leaked from her stretched, used entrance and ran down her thighs onto the sheet.
Monica collapsed fully onto the cot, wrists still bound, completely spent. Her cunt twitched and leaked his cum. She was still whispering broken curses and moans into the mattress.

Ustad sat back on his heels, chest heaving, looking down at the absolute mess he had made of his best friend’s wife.

“Next time,” he said quietly, “I won’t even pretend I’m going to pull out”
Monica let out a weak voice

“You’re…an unbelievable madarchod…”

Ustad only smiled, still watching the cum leak out of her.
Neither of them spoke for a long time after that.

The only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the distant, muffled noise of the village mela still going on outside.



Every part of her body ached with a deep, biting exhaustion. Her breasts were sore and bruised from the long, relentless sucking and biting, the nipples dark and tender. Her ass cheeks throbbed with the red marks of his teeth. Between her legs her cunt felt swollen, puffy, and thoroughly used — a raw, pulsing ache that made even the smallest shift of her ass send a sharp reminder through her. She could barely move. Her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, as if the hours of being pinned, folded, and fucked had drained every last bit of strength from her muscles.



She tested the restraints weakly.

“Untie me,” she said, voice hoarse and low.

Ustad sat back on his heels between her legs, He reached up and worked the knot free. The black panties fell away from her wrists. Monica immediately tried to pull her arms down. The movement sent a fresh wave of stiffness and pain through her shoulders and wrists.


She didn’t look at him at first.

“You promised,” she said quietly. “Not even one drop. You looked me in the eye and said it.”


Ustad wiped his cock roughly with a corner of the sheet and pulled his trousers back up, not bothering to fasten them properly.

“I did. So what ? Sweetie...”

Monica let out a short, disbelieving breath …

“You lied. You came inside me on purpose. I’m in my fertile period, you absolute bastard.”

She finally turned her head and looked at him. .

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? Rakesh is my husband. Your best friend. And you just… finished inside me like I was some random girl you picked up.”

Ustad met her gaze without flinching.

“You didn’t stop me. You came on my cock twice while I was fucking you. You pushed back for more. Don’t rewrite it now that you’re sober.”
Monica sat up slowly.

“I was high. And tied up. And you spent an hour working me over until I couldn’t think straight. That doesn’t make this okay. You broke the only condition I gave you.”

She reached for the torn blouse, realised it was useless, and settled for pulling the sheet up over her breasts instead. Even lifting the sheet made her sore arms and tender breasts complain.

“ Ustad Miyan on a serious note please get me a strip of I pill Tablets from wherever you can…you deposited a truck load of cum inside me..”
Ustad stood up, found her petticoat on the floor, and tossed it onto the cot beside her.

“ Okay will check the village pharmacy”

“ Ustad …look at me….This doesn’t happen again,” she said, voice firm even while hoarse. “Whatever this was… it ends here. I mean it.”

Ustad’s mouth curved in a small, knowing smile.

“We’ll see.”

Monica’s eyes narrowed. The small expression was one of the few things her exhausted face could still manage easily.

“No. We won’t see. I’m serious. I’m going back to my husband, and you’re going to pretend none of this happened. Clear?”

Ustad didn’t answer right away. He simply watched her for another long second — naked under the sheet, marked, leaking his cum, body too used and bruised to move properly, still trying to set terms after everything he had just done to her.

He quickly got dressed as Monica sank into deep sleep

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Unbelievably great writing.... Waiting for more.... Keep mentioning monica hot ass and tits and how she is taking the dick... Keep writing

Thanks for supporting 
Hope you liked the intercourse part

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She is now ready to welcome a moslim man child from her womb. Super bro

Thanks...hope you enjoyed the story till now!!!!

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Amazing update

Thanks for supporting..hope you enjoyed the story

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Bro… this is peak heat. both are high and one second away from fucking like animals.  
hope no one comes and ruins the moment.

You can check out now. No one ruined the show.

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Monica needs to have Ustaad and Tauji together while Rakesh shagging.

Great perspective..
But question is how will Tauji get her? Ideas welcome 

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This update was pure inferno!!

The way you wrote the whole stripping sequence and then the sex was extremely graphic and intense. Ustad’s forcefulness and Monica’s resistance felt very real — she kept pushing back verbally, but her body was clearly in its own ..... uncontrollable ...descent.

One thing that stood out was Ustad’s control. He held himself back completely during the blowjob, didn’t release at all. That’s probably why he was so urgent once he started fucking her. Even in the first position he controlled himself, and only in the second position did he finally let go — the way you described him pulsing and flooding her was very strong and satisfying after months of buildup and tease.

thanks....though I was planning to make it much better but my Ill health prevented me from writing to my max potential 
Working on my next update hopefully 
This will be 2x better 
Thanks for supporting

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Monica needs Tauji in her ass, Ustad in Pussy and husband in mouth. That much might satisfy her desire

Gawd ...that's graphic 
What do others think on this idea ?
Too much too soon ?
Please let me know if you think this is the next natural discourse ....will be really keen to know

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No,no,...plz don't  go along this path.

Ok sir feedback taken but can u tell us why you say so ? It will build my perspective and help to bring much needed clarity and spine to the story

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No,no,...plz don't  go along this path.

Ok sir feedback taken but can u tell us why you say so ? It will build my perspective and help to bring much needed clarity and spine to the story

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Bro, I fucking loved it. all the drama and fake resistance,,, playing the pati vrata… but there was no denying how hungry she was to feel him inside her, and all that talk about whatever happened between them ending there? nah, I’d say this is just the beginning.

Thanks... For supporting 
I have started writing the next part this morning..will complete by Afternoon or evening 
Will post by evening 
Thanks again for supporting sir ..Means the world to me

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I hope writer don't just jump scenes to scenes throw some hot moments between transition from one scene to other

Completely agree Sir 
This is a deep odessey..not a slam bang type of story ..
I appreciate your taste for transition screen play ..
Few readers love this under burn and I can't say how happy I am to read comments which talk of under current..
Keep supporting..
And do read my next update in the evening

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How many men will shove their cocks inside her.
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Sure .. I am trying my best to maximize reader experience.. keep supporting and forgive me if I am late or something

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New update please soon

Yes update by today evening at max

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Monica did not know how long she was asleep!!
A firm knock sounded on the door. Monica’s eyes snapped open.
She was still completely naked on the bed. Dried spit and honey on her breasts. Red bite marks scattered across both ass cheeks. Her cunt felt swollen and tender. Cum had long since dried on her thighs.
Another knock, harder this time.


“Monica? Are you in there?”


Rakesh’s voice.


Panic cut through the leftover fog instantly. Monica sat up fast. Pain flared across her bruised breasts and the deep ache between her legs. She can’t wear the saree now!


She just grabbed a kurti from the side and doubled it up with simple sweatpants She ran a hand through her messy hair, tried to look less wrecked, and opened the door.


Rakesh stood outside, concern clear on his face.
“I’ve been looking for you for almost two hours. Are you okay? You just disappeared from the mela.”


Monica leaned against the doorframe, forcing her voice into something close to normal.


“I’m fine. Just… really tired. The heat, the crowd, everything. I came back to rest for a bit and ended up falling asleep. Sorry.”
Rakesh studied her face.


“You look exhausted,” he said. “Did you even eat anything?”
“I’ll eat later.” She managed a small smile. “What time is it?”
“Almost four. I just came to tell you there is a Delhi flight in the late evening… We both have office tomorrow!”


Monica nodded “ Yea . What time is the departure ?”
“ Around 10 PM tonight… the next flight is two days later!”
Monica asked “ Can we make up for the airport before that ? Also we should inform Ustad Miya and Tauji!” The words felt distant
Rakesh thought for a while “ Yes ..let’s inform them now!”
“Okay,” she said. “Just give me a few minutes to freshen up. I’ll meet you in the main hall.”


“Alright. Don’t take too long. Taiji was asking about you.”
He turned and left. Monica closed the door quietly and leaned her forehead against the wood for a second. Then she moved slowly toward the small attached bathroom, every step reminding her of exactly how thoroughly she had been fucked few hours ago.


A short while later there was another soft knock. This time it was Ustad. He stepped inside quickly when she opened the door and without a word pressed a small foil-wrapped tablet into her palm.
“I-pill,” he said under his breath. “ Had to get these after a lot of difficulty Monica!”


Monica looked at the tablet, then at him.


“You should have thought of this before you decided not to pull out.”

Ustad only held her gaze for a second longer…

"Ustad .. me and Rakesh are traveling back tonight … We both have important office meetings coming up…”


Ustad nodded “ Okay!”


“ Ustad ..let this stay between us please …I am not ruining my marriage “


Ustad silently smiled and went away. Monica swallowed the tablet with water, the bitter aftertaste sitting in her mouth as she finished getting ready.

When she finally stepped out into the main courtyard, Tauji and Taiji were waiting with Rakesh.

“Tauji, Taiji… I’m really sorry, but I have an urgent meeting at the office tomorrow morning. Something important came up. We have to take the night flight back to Delhi.”

Tauji gave a small nod, already smiling.

“Arre, beta, work is work. You go. Both of you travel safely, haan? ”
Taiji added warmly, “Take care of yourself, beta. Come again soon.”

Monica folded her hands briefly in respect. “Thank you for everything.”
They left the haveli together — Monica, Rakesh, and Ustad — in the same old Bolero. Once the house was well out of sight and the highway stretched empty ahead of them, Ustad slowed the vehicle and pulled over near a quiet stretch of road.


“Rakesh, Monica you guys go ahead to the airport, I will head to Punjab for some work and then head back to Delhi..also this is a small town airport…you both don’t sit next to each other in the flight ..someone in the village might recognise you”

Rakesh nodded, already stepping out to arrange the taxi.

“Thank you Rakesh bhai and Monica .. I got my land papers just because of you two…”

Ustad had a small speck of tear in his eyes. Monica found it ironical and funny, a goonda and brute who fucked her brains out a while ago was showing this glimpse of emotion! Monica was sure he was just putting up a show in front of Rakesh…

They soon parted ways.

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Monica took time to recover from that sleazy sex with Ustad. In the first few weeks, the phantom sensations came without warning. Monica would be sitting in a routine morning office video call, and suddenly a sharp hot flash would hit her skin—the vivid sight of Ustad’s big fat cock ramming her chut and she shamelessly yelling . Her heart would race, her palms would go cold, and she would have to switch off her camera just to steady her breathing.



But she learnt the art of moving on. She can’t just jeopardize her marriage like this. Rakesh has done nothing wrong in reality other than the fact he was never manly enough. Monica and Rakesh both knew they had to work on their marriage. They were young and hopefully have a beautiful conjugal life ahead.


Monica would wake up early and quietly step into the kitchen, making breakfast for Rakesh every morning. There is no easier way to rebuild a relationship than to enjoy simple delicious home made food together.


"Monica? You don’t have to wake up this early," Rakesh murmured, smiling warmly as he pulled out a chair. "Your office call isn't till ten."


"I wanted to," she said softly, handing him a steaming mug
That weekend they were out exploring a new Pan Asian restaurant. Monica wore a sleek black dress, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. Across the candlelit table, Rakesh stared at her as she took a slow sip of red wine. 

A sudden, quiet flicker of doubt stirred in his chest. He remembered her strange physical exhaustion when they returned from the village, the subtle, fading marks on her skin she had blamed on insect bites, and her newfound, intense hunger in bed over the past weeks.
Did something happen down in the village? the thought whispered in the back of his mind watching his sexy , elegant wife. Was there something she didn't tell me?

These doubts have haunted Rakesh ever since coming back from Village.


"What are you thinking about?" Monica asked, noticing his quiet gaze.
Rakesh reached across the table, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. "


"Just thinking about how lucky I am. You look gorgeous tonight, Monica"
Monica smiled!


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Monica and Ustad did not talk to each other even on text for a long time. After 2 months, it was Monica and Rakesh’s wedding anniversary!
Ustad texted her in the afternoon “Happy Wedding anniversary Monica ..I wished Rakesh too!”


Monica saw the text and did not reply for a long time.. then just before leaving office, she typed “ Thank you..how you have been”


" I am good Monica , what’s the plan tonight ?” Ustad wrote back

“ Nothing much , we will go out for dinner !”


“ Just Dinner ? That’s boring no Monica ?”


“Ahh… We are boring people Ustad Miyan .. We don’t build betting rings and evade the p-o-l-i-c-e!”


“ hahahaaa… that is true Monica ..don’t ask me what’s am going through”


Monica texted back after an hour


“ Are you really running from the law, Ustad ? Where are you exactly?”


“ In South India… trying to build a localized betting ring here ..North Indian market is just so difficult to penetrate”


“Okay all the best.. I got to go..buzz me or Rakesh when you are in Gurgaon next!”
“Sure, happy anniversary once again!”
Two weeks later, Monica met Ustad alone at a quiet, roadside café on the outskirts of the Jaipur highway—far away from both their offices and homes.


They sat at a corner table.


"How is Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked first
"He is fine. Busy with work," Monica replied, stirring her black coffee. She looked him straight in the eye, cutting through the tension. "What happened in the village, Ustad Miyan... it was a heat-of-the-moment mistake. We both know it can't happen again."


Ustad took a slow sip of his tea, his face completely calm and unbothered. "Agreed, Monica. You should not be breaking your head over it! We both have clear heads now. No need to bring the past into the future."
He leaned forward slightly. "Right now, I have bigger troubles. I’m trying to expand my local betting network in the south.. But the market is tight. Nobody wants to put big investor money into a startup like this without proper safety”


"You need investor backing?" Monica asked
"Yes…" Ustad said plainly. "My local boys have muscle, but no big party trusts us with lakhs without a solid setup."
"Don't rush it," Monica advised calmly. "Without a clear accounting system, big investors will think your boys will run away with the money…Chalo I got to go Ustad… You take care please!”




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A few weeks later, Rakesh and Monica were returning from the site visit of a lucrative Eco tourism project!

"It’s a goldmine, Monica," Rakesh said. "In three years, that land value will double. It’s the exact long-term moat we’ve been looking for."
Monica leaned her head  "It doesn't matter how good it is, Rakesh. You heard the owner. He’s explicitly looking for institutional investors—Pvt Ltd companies only. He won't sign an MoU with individual buyers like us."


"I know," Rakesh said, He paused for a mile before speaking again. "What if we don't buy it as individuals?"


Monica turned her head. "Meaning?"


"Ustad," Rakesh said plainly. "He registered a Private Limited company last year to legalise his business”
Monica instantly straightened up  "Ustad? Are you out of your mind, Rakesh? He’s shady. We both know the kind of off-the-books stuff he deals in"


Rakesh soothing her tone. "Listen to me first. We don't give him cash…We simply use his registered corporate entity on paper to sign the MoU with the resort owner. That satisfies the owner's requirement"
Monica stared at him, analyzing the logic "If his company signs, his name is on the primary agreement."


"Only as a paper vehicle," Rakesh insisted. "We draft a side-letter between us and Ustad ensuring the underlying asset rights belong to us"
Monica looked back, the eco-resort was too good to pass up, and on paper, Rakesh’s logic sounded clean. "Fine," she said softly. "But strictly on paper. Nothing more."

The next morning, Rakesh called Ustad on his phone. Ustad was in some South Indian village.
Ustad listened silently as Rakesh explained the situation!
"So you just need my company stamp and registration papers, Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked


"Just the paper registration to lock the plot, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said "It makes his legal team happy, and we get the allocation."
There was a long pause on the other end…. "It’s a corporate matter, brother. Let me talk to my legal guy down here in the south. Give me two days to think it over."


Forty-eight hours later, Monica was setting up dinner at the dining table on a Saturday night when Rakesh’s phone rang. He put it on speaker.
"Rakesh bhai," Ustad’s voice echoed through the room. "I spoke to my advocate. My company papers are clean enough to clear your resort owner’s verification. I can let you use my company’s name"
Rakesh smiled, looking at Monica. "That’s great, Ustad. We really appreciate—"


"But Rakesh bhai," Ustad cut in gently, his tone shifting into something deliberate. "Nothing moves for free in this world. You know how it is."


Monica’s eyes locked onto the phone. "What do you have in mind, Ustad Miyan?" she asked, her voice straight.
"I am down here in Tamil Nadu trying to scale up this betting setup," Ustad said "The local money is big, but my accounts are a mess. Local bookies are illiterate, and investors want to see proper structure"
He paused

"You and Rakesh bhai would know how to handle investor pitches, and clean up financial structures. In return for letting you use my company name, I want two hours of advisory service from both of you every Sunday morning. You need to keep my accounting clean."
Rakesh hesitated, looking at Monica. Two hours on a Sunday morning didn't sound like much!

"Just two hours on Sundays right or you will keep asking for more?" Rakesh asked, clarifying.

"Just two hours, Rakesh that’s all ..” Ustad replied with a soft, low chuckle
Monica felt a subtle prickle of unease at the back of her neck, but looking at Rakesh's hopeful expression, she pushed it down.


"Alright, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said firmly. "We have a deal."

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The paperwork for the eco-tourism project went through without a hitch. 

 Rakesh and Monica held up their end of the bargain. Every Sunday morning, they would help Ustad with investor decks and accounting help.



Then came the phone call on a warm Thursday afternoon.


"Rakesh bhai," Ustad’s gruff voice crackled through the speaker. "The investor decks you and monica prepared... they worked. A big party down here is interested."


"That’s fantastic news, Ustad," Rakesh said, "Did he sign off on the funding?"

"Not yet," Ustad replied.

"His name is Ranga Saab. He controls a massive cash pool down in the border district. He was impressed by the numbers, but he wants to meet the people who built the deck before putting in his money. He has some specific financial clarifications I can't explain on my own."


Rakesh paused, tapping his pen. "He wants to meet us?"

"Why don't you and Monica take the upcoming long weekend and come down to Chennai?" Ustad suggested  " This border district is 5-6 hours drive from there….Stunning place…... It’ll be a great break for both of you."


"Let me talk to Monica and call you back," Rakesh said.


That night, Rakesh brought it up over dinner.


Monica set her fork down, her brow furrowing slightly. 

"A local money man? Rakesh, he’s probably a rough, uneducated local syndicate boss. What are we going to explain to him? Internal rates of return?"


"That’s exactly why he wants to meet us," Rakesh reasoned. "Guys with that kind of raw cash don't trust local bookies. They trust polished corporate professionals like us!"


Monica leaned back in her chair, a quiet realization taking shape.

"Rakesh... if this Ranga Saab actually has liquid cash” Monica said slowly, "why don't we pitch him on the eco-tourism project?"

Rakesh blinked. "The resort?"



"Think about it," she urged, leaning forward. "If we can convince him to put his money into our eco-resort deal as a primary corporate investor, we can buy out Ustad’s company stake entirely”


Rakesh stared at her, a grin spreading across his face.

 "That... is actually brilliant, Monica. That completely cleans up our paper trail"


Monica offered a small, tired smile "Plus... I really need a vacation. Getting out of Gurgaon for few days sounds good right now"

Two days later, they landed in Chennai.


The monsoon had hit the Chennai coast hard. All night, torrential rain lashed against the French windows of their hotel room, the gusting winds rattling the glass panes.
Rakesh paced the floor around 10:00 PM, looking down at the flooded hotel driveway. Anxious about the five-hour highway drive the next morning, he dialed Ustad.


"Ustad, the rain down here in Chennai is relentless," Rakesh said into the receiver. "Is it even safe to drive toward the river valley tomorrow?"


"It’s just water, Rakesh bhai," Ustad completely unbothered. "Down here in the hills, rains are normal this season. The roads are fine. Just make sure you and Monica madam carry proper swimming attires. The river level near the waterfalls is high right now, and the water currents are strong," Ustad explained smoothly



The next morning at 5:30 AM, the rain had settled into a steady, grey drizzle.
They hit the highway early, leaving the coastal skyline behind as they drove west toward the midway town of Pennakot.


Two hours into the journey,  Rakesh’s phone buzzed on . It was Ustad.

"Rakesh bhai, small update," Ustad said, his voice cut through by highway static. "Ranga Saab doesn't like outside city cars entering his border district. Local check-posts are tricky. So your taxi drops you at Pennakot. Ranga Saab is personally coming in his own vehicle to pick us up from there."
Rakesh nodded. "Okay, that's fine."


"And one more thing..." Ustad paused, taking a slow breath. "Ranga Saab is an ex-convict. He has two old land-dispute cases in the local security officer station. So just... keep things smooth."


Monica’s head snapped toward the phone. She leaned over from her seat "Ustad! You told us he was an institutional investor! We are not gang negotiators! We haven't even structured our numbers to talk to a criminal!"


"Monica, calm down," Ustad defended himself quickly. "I only found out about the old records last night from his local boys, though I’ve met him a few times. He’s a local heavy-weight, yes, but he has raw cash and respects business people. Don't worry."


In the back of the cab, silence settled heavily.
Monica took a deep, controlled breath and told Rakesh "Hey don’t panic. A man with dirty money still understands clean balance sheets. Let's just review our pitch so we don't fumble and we do a good job!”


Rakesh nodded “ Yes Monica, let me go through the EBITDA numbers once again, you read a bit about the market!”


Around 10:30 AM, the cab pulled into a quiet, muddy tea station on the outskirts of Pennakot.


Ustad was already waiting by a roadside stall, towering in a dark linen shirt. Moments later, a rugged, mud-splattered Mahindra Thar pulled into the gravel lot.


 From the driver’s side stepped Selvam, a wiry, sharp-eyed man in a plain grey shirt who moved with quiet, observant authority.


From the passenger side stepped Ranga. Broad-chested and heavily built, Ranga carried the undeniable weight of a man who commanded his territory. He wore a simple, dark blue shirt rolled up at the elbows and rugged trousers. His dark skin, thick silver-dappled mustache, and a faint scar along his jaw gave him a scary look!


As Ranga walked over, his eyes settled on Monica as she stepped out of the taxi. 

Monica wore a trendy, grey satin shirt that was unbuttoned just enough at the collar to reveal a slight line of her cleavage. The sleek fabric clung to her chest before tucking tightly into a pair of high-waisted, denim travel trousers.


"Hello.. brother. Hello Madam," Ranga spoke in a low, gravelly voice


 “Welcome. Rain is heavy in the hills today, but we will reach the island comfortably. Please, step in."

“Good Morning Ranga Saab” Rakesh greeted him


Selvam shifted the gear into drive, and the Thar rumbled out of the gravel lot, Ranga shifted his broad frame in the front passenger seat and turned halfway around, looking back at Rakesh and Monica.

“Road is bad,” Ranga said 

“City people usually start complaining by now. You okay at the back?”


“We’re fine, Ranga Saab,” 


Rakesh answered, clearing his throat. “The vehicle is solid.”

“Has to be,” Selvam grunted from behind the wheel, “Other cars get stuck in two minutes out here. Then we have to pull them out with tractors.”


Ranga spat a bit of paan out the crack of his window before rolling it back up and said “ Don’t worry about the rain Rakesh bhai .. once we are in the river you all will enjoy the place!”

Ustad smiled “Ranga Saab..they were worried about the water currents in the river”


Selvam assured “ Don’t worry …how long will you guys take for the presentation?”


Rakesh answered “ Not more than an hour at max .Selvam bhai!”


Ranga Saab nodded “ Okay then we will show you the Island properly so that you understand the full scope of our Project!”

The Thar moved through thick mountainous national forest road which got wet and slippery due to the torrential rains. The rain splattered very heavily outside!

Monica asked “ So Ranga Saab you went through our deck I suppose?”


“Yes Madam …Ustad showed me those papers you made on your computer. Good job both of you” Ranga spoke with heavy authority …and then added “ Look, madam …In my business, cash comes in black bags. Local bookies write numbers on cigarette packets and lose them by night. Half my boys are illiterate ..that’s the biggest issue!”


Rakesh nodded “ Well 

Ranga Saab..We kind of thought about that , hence we got the proposal done that way “

Selvam interrupted 

 “Well..Rakesh Bhai..… It’s a more complicated problem than that … We will explain you when you see the Island site …”

Ustad added “ Well Rakesh ..what Selvam Saab means is..… it’s a difficult terrain ..the law is always chasing us…so we…. we can’t leave any loose end!”

Monica looked at Ustad and then at Ranga Saab…“ Yea.… I agree to Ustad ..this business has risk!”

The Thar suddenly struck a deep, rain-filled pothole. Everyone was thrown slightly off balance. Monica shirt fabric slid down along her shoulder, the neckline popping open just enough to give a stark view of the upper swell of her cleavage.



She quickly caught the button and adjusted her shirt, but up front, Ranga’s eyes had caught the sequence in the side-view mirror. A flash of raw, male appreciation of Monica’s momentary massive cleavage show passed through his eyes before he casually looked back out at the muddy track ahead..



“Selvam, drive slow,” Ranga said “We have guests.”

“Track is slick, anna,” Selvam replied

The Mahindra Thar ground to a halt beside the rusted iron barrier of the forest check-post.

Selvam grabbed the registration papers from the dashboard. "Guard takes his time with entry logs. I’ll go sort it out."


Ustad stretched his arms, opening his door. "I need to stretch my legs and pee…  Rakesh bhai, coming?"


Rakesh looked out at the muddy, waterlogged post, then turned to Monica. "You want to come along? Might be a ladies restroom near the guard room."

"No, its okay"

 Monica replied “It won’t be clean enough for me to use "
"Alright” Rakesh said and went..



Ranga and Monica stepped out of the jeep and stood near the shade!


"Long drive from Chennai madam," Ranga said, his voice " was it raining a lot in there ?”

"The rain was bad Ranga Saab…" Monica said.

 "Honestly, the highway was fine, but these mountain turns take a bit of getting used to.. but the river looks pretty! "


" Oh yea… we will go around this place properly …So how long have you guys been married?"


"Two years," Monica answered naturally “We met back in Delhi during a seminar, settled in Gurgaon after”


"Any children?" Ranga asked.


"Not yet," Monica smiled slightly, looking up to meet his eyes.

 "Our work schedules are pretty demanding .frequent travel, client decks... we haven't really found the right time. 
What about you, Ranga Saab? Does your family stay here at the river estate?"

"No," Ranga said, shaking his head. "Family stays in the main town, two hours back. My wife manages the home there. I have two sons—the elder one runs a hosiery business, the younger one helps Selvam and me with local transport and quarry leases "
Monica nodded “So you spend most of your time out here in the forest?"


"Most of the week," Ranga replied “ work does not happen if these lazy assess don’t see the face of their boss every day .. they are all lazy morons.."


Monica laughed “ They must be then scared of you then…”

" Ha .ha ..  this business has risk… lot of illegal stuff happens in the forest …if these guys don’t fear me ..I can’t run my business…. Ustad mentioned you guys have few days at hand?" Ranga asked
“ yea a couple of days Ranga Saab..” Monica clarified
Ranga added “ Ok then I can help you both see the place properly around and you guys can then tell me how to invest properly”
Monica smiled “Only if the rain does not play spoil sport.. But the whole place really looks pretty ..not a place where you want to waste giving business presentation…”

“ Don’t worry, we will make it fun for you guys!”

Monica looked at him, feeling the heavy, grounded weight of his presence. He wasn't trying to impress her or act tough; he was just stating the reality of his world. There was a raw, masculine authority to him that was entirely different from the polite, corporate men she dealt with every day in office.

Before the conversation could go any further, the heavy rear door latch clicked open. Selvam tossed the stamped entry slip onto the dashboard as he climbed into the driver's seat, while Rakesh and Ustad slid back into the rear seats, shaking rain off their coats.

"Guards ask a hundred questions out here," Rakesh sighed… Selvam looked at Rakesh and smiled wicked
“ Don’t worry bro so much..now we are inside forest ..no more questions…” He quickly opened a big bottle of desi local made liquor and poured into plastic glasses…
“Whats this?” Rakesh enquired surprised


Range gave the glass to him 

“Drink it Rakesh bhai… it’s forest daaru…we locals always start our forest journey with this .drink ..drink” Ranga coerced Rakesh …


The sharp, earthy scent of raw mahua immediately filled the humid cabin of the Thar.


"Here,  madam," Ranga said, his heavy voice leaving little room for refusal. "A little warm-up before we hit the river."
Holding up her hands with a warm, apologetic smile, Monica chose the middle ground. "Ranga Saab, it smells incredible, but local forest spirits on a bumpy road will give me a terrible migraine.. Let’s reach the estate first."
Ranga grunted, though there was a glint of genuine amusement in his eyes. 


"Okay, madam. First time we can excuse you... but the next round starts with you. No escaping then."

"Fair deal," Monica replied softly, holding his gaze with a confident smirk.


Ranga handed the glass to Rakesh instead. "Drink up, Rakesh bhai. Don't be shy like a behenji."

Rakesh burned inside, but seeing Ustad already gulping his down in one long draught, he took a sip. The raw, fiery alcohol burned down his throat, making him wince and cough slightly. Ranga laughed heartily, clapping Rakesh hard on the shoulder, while Selvam took a quick swig directly from the bottle before setting it between his knees and shifting the Thar into gear.
"So Rakesh Bro…two years of marriage and such a beautiful wife and no children yet, what’s the scene bro?” Selvam asked and his eyes shifted casually to the side-view mirror, catching Monica’s reflection as she adjusted her posture in the backseat…


Rakesh smiled awkwardly “ Ere…Selvam Saab We both get very busy with our jobs and schedule…

Selvam let out a short, wicked chuckle from behind the wheel. " Ranga anna. Would have got 4 kids by thirty if he had such a beautiful wife!”
Ustad Laughed out real loud “ Rakesh bhai ..Ranga Saab thinks without four kids, his business won’t survive in future”




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The conversation in the Thar had already loosened under the effect of the forest daaru.
 
Selvam glanced at Monica in the side-view mirror and smirked.
 
“Ranga anna would have got four kids by thirty if he had such a beautiful wife.”
 
Ustad laughed loudly from the back.
 
“Rakesh bhai, Ranga Saab thinks without four kids his business won’t survive in the future.”
 
For a moment the three men seemed to expect Monica to look away or fall quiet. Instead she leaned forward slightly,
“ Wait Ranga Saab …you said you have Only two kids?” she asked lightly. “Does that mean you’re implying bhabhi is not hot enough? I don’t think she’ll be very happy if she hears that.”
There was a short, stunned silence. Then Ranga let out a genuine, rough laugh that filled the cabin. Selvam grinned widely. Even Ustad’s shoulders shook.
“Arre, madam has got a sharp tongue,” Ranga said, still chuckling. “two kid is enough headache already.
When the vehicle stopped at the muddy bank, everyone climbed out. A narrow wooden raft waited at the edge, tied to a thick root, two wiry boatmen already standing ready with long bamboo poles. They stepped onto the raft one by one. Monica moved carefully toward the centre. As the raft tilted sharply to one side, her balance faltered for a second. The front of her grey satin shirt plunged  downward, the neckline gaping open. For a clear, unhurried moment both Ranga and Selvam had a full view of the deep cleavage and the soft, heavy upper curves of her breasts pressing against the fabric.
Monica caught herself, one hand going to the side of the raft, the other quickly adjusting her shirt.
Ranga’s eyes lingered a fraction longer than necessary before he looked away toward the water. This is the second time he caught Monica with her shirt pulled down!
The boatmen pushed off.
“Now the next round starts with you, madam. No excuses left.”
“You remembered. I was hoping you’d forget.”
She took the glass without further protest, raised it slightly in a mock toast, and took a measured sip. The raw burn hit her throat immediately. She controlled the reaction, only the slightest tightening around her eyes giving anything away, then lowered the glass and met Ranga’s gaze again.
“Stronger than it looks,” she said evenly. “You people don’t play around.”
The raft continued across the wide, muddy river. Water slapped against the sides.
 
The raft rounded a sharp bend around a massive black rock.
Without warning a powerful overhead waterfall came crashing down.
 
Cold, heavy water slammed onto the wooden platform in a sudden, roaring sheet. Everyone was drenched in seconds. Monica, sitting on the left side closest to the cascade, took the full force of it. The icy water hit her shoulders and chest like a physical blow, soaking her completely.
 
Her grey satin shirt instantly turned transparent.
 
The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve. The dark shape of her tiny black bikini bra became fully visible underneath — the thin straps, the small triangular cups that barely contained the heavy swell of her breasts, the deep cleavage that the wet satin now framed and emphasised. Water streamed down her neck and between her breasts, making the fabric stick even closer.
Monica gasped sharply and crossed her arms over her chest in pure reflex, trying to cover herself.
 
“Shit—!”
 
The others were equally soaked. Rakesh shook water from his hair, coughing. Ustad wiped his face with one hand. Selvam cursed under his breath as he steadied the raft. The two boatmen simply laughed, used to the sudden cascade.
 
Selvam’s eyes, however, had locked onto Monica for a full second longer than necessary. The transparent shirt, the clearly outlined bikini bra, the way the wet fabric hugged the full shape of her breasts — it was not every day a man like him saw a polished Gurgaon corporate woman sitting exposed like that in the middle of a forest river.
 
“Rain has made the water really treacherous today, madam. Sorry about your dress getting soaked like that.”
“Its okay… I should have seen it coming!!”
Ranga, who had also taken in the full view without bothering to hide it, gave a low, gravelly chuckle.
“That’s why swimming dress is must, madam. . Everyone should change into swimming costume and wear life jackets before we go further.”
Selvam looked at Monica again, this time with open curiosity.
“You carrying any swimsuit, madam?”
Monica pushed her wet hair back from her face with one hand. The movement made the transparent shirt shift, briefly revealing even more of the black bikini bra and the soft upper curves of her breasts.
“I’m already wearing a bikini underneath,” she said plainly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. “I came prepared.”
Selvam’s eyebrows rose
“I don’t like being unprepared, Ranga Saab.” Monica looked at him as the boatman threw life jackets at them.
 
“I need a bit of privacy to change properly,” Monica said, voice calm and authoritative. “Is there somewhere on the other side I can step away for two minutes?”
 
“There is,” he said and yelled at the boatman to park somewhere..

[SilverArrow]

Dear author,
Does she look like your Monica or you have a different person in mind

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