Adultery A wife and a Mother - Diya
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And it was my turn – Captain and Arijit offered 40 full points if I tell the story in front of all the guys and I accepted.
So everyone was on board.
Captain called Rajeev in the hottub.
Captain: Why don’t you tell the story to your husband it will be more sensual.
Rajeev entered the hot tub and captian and Arijit left the tub.
Rajeev: Do I know about this?
“in parts” I said and winked at him.
Every one on the deck were waiting for my story and I was excited also. I did not know how my husband would react so I was looking at him and was tensed as hell.
It was 2 years ago. It was our anniversary and four days before I went to the marriage of one of my cousin. I wanted to surprise you by coming on the anniversary.
Rajeev gave a smile – he remembered which anniversary I was talking about.
My train was at 6:45 pm and the hell to the traffic jam I missed it. All my relatives did not want me to go and kept delaying me to leave the train. As I came charging to the platform it was 6:47 and the train started from the platform. In India you need to book the train tickets atleast 1 month prior or you wont get tickets. My mother called and I told her I boarded the train, I decided I will go and surprise my husband no matter what. I was in Nagpur – I thought I had to catch a bus or book a cab if I had to do that. I started to look for some cab, it was a festive season so no one was ready. A few cabs told if I didn’t mind sharing the cabs with passenger I can hop in. The idea of cabs looked shady for me and I didn’t wanted to go back to my cousins because that meant no surprise to you(rajeev) at our anniverssary.
It was 7:30 pm and I almost gave up the idea of surprising you at our anniverssary. You know because I hardly had any option now. I decided to go to my cousins and take a car of one my cousin and start early next day. It takes around 10 hour drive, I was feeling bad because that meant no surprise and our anniversay wasted.
Arjit: so you took the cab
I saw Arjit and gave a smile
Ali: Did you?
No I said
Nikki: That’s interesting.
Captain: Ok guys let her speak. No interruptions please
A stranger came and patted my back. I looked at him, he smiled at me and I smiled back. Immediately he spoke
“Looks like you missed your train?”
“Yeah! Just by 2 minutes”
“I have an extra ticket. I wanted to ask you but I was scared. I am going to Igatpuri and I was meant to travel with my brother and plans have changed. I am going to Igatpuri, so”
Igatpuri was 2 hours prior to Mumbai. This was a good deal – I thought to manage/bribe the TT. TT checks the correct person has boarded the train. The tickets are non transferable in India.
“Ok but TT”
“We need to manage him. So what do you say”
I nodded. We planned saying lets tell the TT we were husband and wife and it was easy to convince the TT that way. I was not wearing much jewelley only the mangalsutra and two gold bangles. I gave all the remaining jewellery to my mother at the wedding and rushed.
Arjit: What were you wearing
Before going to the wedding I packed a salwar Kameez that was lose and easy to wear while travelling. But somehow the bag was misplaced. I changed the wedding saree but I was wearing the same blouse and petticoat.
Arjit: there are extra points if you tell the color of the attire as well
Every started laughing even my husband and I told them what they wanted to hear. I was wearing a dark blue saree. My blouse was designer wear, it was not at all comfortable and a satin peticoat. Lacy black bra and Pant that was almost like a thong. On a satin peticoat its always better to wear thong one it elevates your presence. Happy guys.
Everyone became calm, My husband dick was up I could see in the boxer shorts.
We introduced ourselved to each other. His name was Harshal trivedi and was a lawyer. The train was scheduled to arrive at 7:50pm and leave at 8:00Pm at Nagpur. It came on time and we boarded the train, Harshal booked a second AC ticket as we went near the seats we saw a guard standing – he asked us about the ticket the curtains of our seat were closed.
The guard told Harshal can board the train – but I was not allowed. He said there is a VIP passenger in the seat opposite us and hence the checking is required and also as I did not have a ticket I could not enter. The train started at time and the guard did not budge to our taiks he was adamant. Finally we saw the curtain open up. The VIP saw us and immediately opened the curtain he asked what was the situation the guard told him the seat is booked in the name of the male and I was boarding in place of him.
The VIP asked the guard to let us in – he was a ex-MLA his name was Girraj and was going to Mumbai. Harshal told that we were husband and wife. Girraj started asking questions on our marriage and our answers were not in tandem and were not matching. If we continues the questions and answers with Girraj we sure would have gotten caught that we were not husband. I asked Harshal to accompany me to the toilet.
“We will get caught if we continue to answer his questions about our marriage. “
“Yes but he is asking question”
“ Yes I know, only you answer to all his questions and I stay quiet”
“ok”
“He is going to Mumbai so you too tell him we have to go to Mumbai”
“But I am going to Igatpuri”
“Yes and I will pay you extra for your problem”
“No way I have some urgent business Diya”
“Ok fine tell him Igatpuri. Also don’t change your clothes, if you change the clothes. Then even I have to.”
“That’s psychoism”
“If you don’t agree I will tell him we are not husband wife and he may throw you and me out for telling the lies” Harshal agreed to me now.
I sent Harshal back near Girraj. I went inside the toilet and adjusted the blouse and took out the mangalsutra which was hiding inside my pallu. I let the mangalsutra hang out now.
Nikki intervened now “How much cleavage were you showing girl”
“I was hiding them with my saree”
“but how much” she continued
“Good enough to get men excited” I said.
As soon as Girraj saw my mangalsutra he was convinced of me being married later on I removed my sandals – he saw my tow ring and his confirmation was seen by the way he changed his body language. He offered us dinner. His guard brought the packed dinner and I served the dinner to Girraj and Harshal. The dinner was very good.
It was 9:30 pm, and we decided to sleep. There are 4 seats in the second AC and I took the upper seat with Girraj and Harshal taking the lower seats. The lights were off and I got sleep.
My sleep broke with the light On and on my face and the AC was shut in our cabin and I turned to see Girraj and Harshal talking to a girl and they were playing poker. Harshal saw me and told me to come down.
“hey I think we should sleep” I spoke
“Lets finish this game and then we are done” Harshal told
“Come down Diya ji, Harshal told me you are not husband and wife” Girraj spoke
I immediately got down and went to the toilet. Harshal followed me. Harshal told me he told about us to Girraj, the time was around 11 pm. Girraj booked a hooker and the lady that was seating in the seat was the hooker. Apparently for the VIPs it was common to get escorts in the train. His plan was spoiled because of me. Harshal told that Girraj just wanted to have some fun with the escort her name was Chameli.
I joined Girraj who was mixing the cards.
“I am sorry Diya ji if we woke you up. He introduced me to Chameli(the escort)”.
Chameli left to use the toilet and Harshall was as well not back to the seat.
“I am sorry Girraj ji for telling the lie. Harshal told about the escort and I will be in the toilet while you know..have fun” I gave a fake smile to Girraj
“I am not a bad guy Diya ji. After my wife death – this is how I fulfill my desires. I am sorry for the inconvenience. I wanted to complete it in the dark while u were asleep. But this Chameli is a bitch. She will have sex only if I won the poker game with her. And apparently I am losing it. I have already lost Rs. 1 lakh.”
“Oh I am sorry.”
So that meant the lights will be on till Chameli loses the poker game or Girraj wins. Chameli and Harshal entered the cabin. And they started playing. Girraj had 4 lakhs of cash with him and Harshal had about 20,000. Chalmeli had 1 lakh rupees. Max amount in the pot was Rs. 50,000. The first game Chameli won -> Girraj lost 30k, Harshal all his 20k.
Harshal was playing now when asked he told he was betting his clothes. Outerwear is 10k each and inner wear 20k each.
The second pot as well chameli won – Girraj lost 20k, harshal his shirt – 10k and chameli won. By the looks of it Chameli would have won all the money Girraj had.
I decided to intervene I wanted to sleep. May be Chameli is a bitch but I knew how could I tame her and girraj what he paid for.
I wanted in and got it. Chameli rejected she told no jewelley and no donation from Girraj to me. SO I had to bet my clothes only If I wanted in. I agreed. My saree – 20k, blouse – 20k, peticoat – 20k, bra and panty – 50k each. Chameli agree to my price so I started playing.
The first game I lost 10k, girraj 20k and Harshal his pants
The second game I lost 10k, girrak 20k and Harshal his banian.
Now Chameli asked me remove my saree. I had to and I removed my saree, I was in my blouse and peticoat.
Bad luck was on my side, or rather should I say good luck on Chameli’s side.
Chameli won two more rounds and I had to remove my blouse. Harshal’s and Girraj eyes were on by boobs which were only covered with my bra.
Harshal was out of the game and had to remove his underwear. Chameli allowed for donations to Harshal and Girraj donated one more lakh.
Finally luck turned on my side. I bet 50k – that was the maximum limit for the pot (that meant I had to remove my peticoat and bra) if I lose. But I won – chameli lost 50k, Girraj – 50k and Harshal – 50k
I asked her to return my blouse and saree but she only gave the money.
The game went on I had 3 lakhs – Girraj was out of money and Harshal too. Chameli had 4 lakhs with her, my saree and blouse, Harshal clothes. I donated 1 lakh each to Girraj and Harshal. 3 vs 1 Chameli could be defeated I thought. Chameli understood that and objected. She agreed only if in the next round we would bet our clothing line. I was scared if I lost that meant I could be naked. I dared it and agreed to chameli
Harshal won the next round – I had to remove the peticoat and chameli removed her Kameez, I was in Bra and Panty and Girraj and Harshal’s eyes were glued on me. Finally on the order of Girraj Harshal gave me the Kameez of Chameli and I wore it. The Kameez was almost my size, I wore the Kameez it covered my panty but my upper thigh were exposed. The Kameez had the smell of Chameli’s sweat as the AC of our cabin was turned off because of the poker.
Chameli was losing now but I was also losing Harshal and Girraj were winning. Chameli again asked for a round with only clothes and I lost my bra. I turned around to remove my bra. The guys must have had a good look of my ass while I was removing the bra. I removed the bra from the inside. I was only in the Kameez and panty now men could see my nipples now. I asked to increase the limit of the pot to one lakh.
Four rounds later I had 5 lakhs of cash and a legging of Chameli, bra of Chameli. Chameli wore my bra on her. Men looked at her when she was changing the bra. The limit of the pot was removed now.
Four more rounds later I had all the clothes of men, all clothes of Chameli and 8 lakhs of cash.
The next round only me and Chameli were playing. Chameli betted all in and she was confident and I put the 8 lakhs in cash on the pot. She put her cards in A- K- K and then I put mine – trio A-A-A. Chameli lost and that meant she had to fuck Girraj. I wore the peticoat and wrapped the saree and blouse in the handbag I was too tired so decided to sleep. The AC was ON now. Girraj was making out with Chameli. Harshal came on back and as he was naked I could feel his dick on ass over the peticoat.
I was horny as hell but I remembered I was married. I turned and push him on the lower seat and jumped on the upper seat. As I saw down on the opposite side Girraj was fucking Chameli and she was making some moans. Through out the game mostly we were whispering but the moans from Chameli were louder than our whispers. I was scared what if the copassengers come. I signalled to Girraj to put something in her mouth and Girraj put panty in her mouth. I asked if could turn off the lights. Girraj said Yes. As I was switching off the lights – Girraj asked for my panty in sign language. I saw if Harshal was awake – Harshal was not there in the lower seat he must have gone to the toilet. I was horny and I removed my panty and threw it on Girraj. The panty was completely wet and Girrah smelled it as he smelled it felt a great sensation threw out my body. I switched off the light and went to sleep. As I woke up I saw the cabin the empty. There was a letter written by Girraj.
“Thank you so much”
I saw my bag it had 8 lakhs cash, I got dressed in the saree and left to meet my husband.
Then the part 2 of the round started and I lost the part
My score was 70 because of the 20 extra points.
As soon as the round one ended my husband took me to our room for banging. And that was great banging after a lot of time.
After sex Rajeev talked with me “That story was awesome. How much of it did happen?”
“what part did you think did not happen” I asked. I generally like talking with my husband.
“The poker part – not possible in our train”
I just smiled and hugged him. Its better he thinks it did not happen I thought. I did not completely tell the story that why he did not believe.
I felt a guy feeling my ass and as I opened it was the TT.
“Girraj sir gave you this letter” the TT handed over the letter.
“Harshal is my nephew, I havent seen a beauty like you for years. I saw you missing the train at Nagpur. I sent Harshal to talk to you. Initial I wanted to rape you. The complete compartment was booked for me – few passengers were allowed to seat in the compartment on the request of the TT. The moment I saw you at the station I wanted to rape you but you deserve more than a rape. XXXXXXXXXX call me to this number and I will show you what heaven is”
It was a good idea not to tell this to my husband.
The next day was as usual like the earlier day in the Yacht. Lot of flirting and lot of teasing. Nikki won the competition.
It was evening and I was enjoying the calm upper deck, I wanted some peace time for myself after a lot of fun in the ship.
Nikki was given the title Queen of the Yacht by the captain.
Day 9 ended as we got down of the Yacht and ended up in the hotel. We took the numbers of all Ali, wahis, Tazz, Nikki, Suzie and Ruhi. They promised to visit us when they were in India.
Day 10 we needed to catch the plane and it was mostly rest day. We caught the plane and landed in mumbai.
I received a whatsapp message from an unknown number. It was a video clip of my husband Rajeev fucking Jasmine. This happened in the Yacht. I didn’t know who took it but I was not impressed by my husband. Why cheat on my back I thought. If he could have told me I would have accepted open heartedly.
So everyone was on board.
Captain called Rajeev in the hottub.
Captain: Why don’t you tell the story to your husband it will be more sensual.
Rajeev entered the hot tub and captian and Arijit left the tub.
Rajeev: Do I know about this?
“in parts” I said and winked at him.
Every one on the deck were waiting for my story and I was excited also. I did not know how my husband would react so I was looking at him and was tensed as hell.
It was 2 years ago. It was our anniversary and four days before I went to the marriage of one of my cousin. I wanted to surprise you by coming on the anniversary.
Rajeev gave a smile – he remembered which anniversary I was talking about.
My train was at 6:45 pm and the hell to the traffic jam I missed it. All my relatives did not want me to go and kept delaying me to leave the train. As I came charging to the platform it was 6:47 and the train started from the platform. In India you need to book the train tickets atleast 1 month prior or you wont get tickets. My mother called and I told her I boarded the train, I decided I will go and surprise my husband no matter what. I was in Nagpur – I thought I had to catch a bus or book a cab if I had to do that. I started to look for some cab, it was a festive season so no one was ready. A few cabs told if I didn’t mind sharing the cabs with passenger I can hop in. The idea of cabs looked shady for me and I didn’t wanted to go back to my cousins because that meant no surprise to you(rajeev) at our anniverssary.
It was 7:30 pm and I almost gave up the idea of surprising you at our anniverssary. You know because I hardly had any option now. I decided to go to my cousins and take a car of one my cousin and start early next day. It takes around 10 hour drive, I was feeling bad because that meant no surprise and our anniversay wasted.
Arjit: so you took the cab
I saw Arjit and gave a smile
Ali: Did you?
No I said
Nikki: That’s interesting.
Captain: Ok guys let her speak. No interruptions please
A stranger came and patted my back. I looked at him, he smiled at me and I smiled back. Immediately he spoke
“Looks like you missed your train?”
“Yeah! Just by 2 minutes”
“I have an extra ticket. I wanted to ask you but I was scared. I am going to Igatpuri and I was meant to travel with my brother and plans have changed. I am going to Igatpuri, so”
Igatpuri was 2 hours prior to Mumbai. This was a good deal – I thought to manage/bribe the TT. TT checks the correct person has boarded the train. The tickets are non transferable in India.
“Ok but TT”
“We need to manage him. So what do you say”
I nodded. We planned saying lets tell the TT we were husband and wife and it was easy to convince the TT that way. I was not wearing much jewelley only the mangalsutra and two gold bangles. I gave all the remaining jewellery to my mother at the wedding and rushed.
Arjit: What were you wearing
Before going to the wedding I packed a salwar Kameez that was lose and easy to wear while travelling. But somehow the bag was misplaced. I changed the wedding saree but I was wearing the same blouse and petticoat.
Arjit: there are extra points if you tell the color of the attire as well
Every started laughing even my husband and I told them what they wanted to hear. I was wearing a dark blue saree. My blouse was designer wear, it was not at all comfortable and a satin peticoat. Lacy black bra and Pant that was almost like a thong. On a satin peticoat its always better to wear thong one it elevates your presence. Happy guys.
Everyone became calm, My husband dick was up I could see in the boxer shorts.
We introduced ourselved to each other. His name was Harshal trivedi and was a lawyer. The train was scheduled to arrive at 7:50pm and leave at 8:00Pm at Nagpur. It came on time and we boarded the train, Harshal booked a second AC ticket as we went near the seats we saw a guard standing – he asked us about the ticket the curtains of our seat were closed.
The guard told Harshal can board the train – but I was not allowed. He said there is a VIP passenger in the seat opposite us and hence the checking is required and also as I did not have a ticket I could not enter. The train started at time and the guard did not budge to our taiks he was adamant. Finally we saw the curtain open up. The VIP saw us and immediately opened the curtain he asked what was the situation the guard told him the seat is booked in the name of the male and I was boarding in place of him.
The VIP asked the guard to let us in – he was a ex-MLA his name was Girraj and was going to Mumbai. Harshal told that we were husband and wife. Girraj started asking questions on our marriage and our answers were not in tandem and were not matching. If we continues the questions and answers with Girraj we sure would have gotten caught that we were not husband. I asked Harshal to accompany me to the toilet.
“We will get caught if we continue to answer his questions about our marriage. “
“Yes but he is asking question”
“ Yes I know, only you answer to all his questions and I stay quiet”
“ok”
“He is going to Mumbai so you too tell him we have to go to Mumbai”
“But I am going to Igatpuri”
“Yes and I will pay you extra for your problem”
“No way I have some urgent business Diya”
“Ok fine tell him Igatpuri. Also don’t change your clothes, if you change the clothes. Then even I have to.”
“That’s psychoism”
“If you don’t agree I will tell him we are not husband wife and he may throw you and me out for telling the lies” Harshal agreed to me now.
I sent Harshal back near Girraj. I went inside the toilet and adjusted the blouse and took out the mangalsutra which was hiding inside my pallu. I let the mangalsutra hang out now.
Nikki intervened now “How much cleavage were you showing girl”
“I was hiding them with my saree”
“but how much” she continued
“Good enough to get men excited” I said.
As soon as Girraj saw my mangalsutra he was convinced of me being married later on I removed my sandals – he saw my tow ring and his confirmation was seen by the way he changed his body language. He offered us dinner. His guard brought the packed dinner and I served the dinner to Girraj and Harshal. The dinner was very good.
It was 9:30 pm, and we decided to sleep. There are 4 seats in the second AC and I took the upper seat with Girraj and Harshal taking the lower seats. The lights were off and I got sleep.
My sleep broke with the light On and on my face and the AC was shut in our cabin and I turned to see Girraj and Harshal talking to a girl and they were playing poker. Harshal saw me and told me to come down.
“hey I think we should sleep” I spoke
“Lets finish this game and then we are done” Harshal told
“Come down Diya ji, Harshal told me you are not husband and wife” Girraj spoke
I immediately got down and went to the toilet. Harshal followed me. Harshal told me he told about us to Girraj, the time was around 11 pm. Girraj booked a hooker and the lady that was seating in the seat was the hooker. Apparently for the VIPs it was common to get escorts in the train. His plan was spoiled because of me. Harshal told that Girraj just wanted to have some fun with the escort her name was Chameli.
I joined Girraj who was mixing the cards.
“I am sorry Diya ji if we woke you up. He introduced me to Chameli(the escort)”.
Chameli left to use the toilet and Harshall was as well not back to the seat.
“I am sorry Girraj ji for telling the lie. Harshal told about the escort and I will be in the toilet while you know..have fun” I gave a fake smile to Girraj
“I am not a bad guy Diya ji. After my wife death – this is how I fulfill my desires. I am sorry for the inconvenience. I wanted to complete it in the dark while u were asleep. But this Chameli is a bitch. She will have sex only if I won the poker game with her. And apparently I am losing it. I have already lost Rs. 1 lakh.”
“Oh I am sorry.”
So that meant the lights will be on till Chameli loses the poker game or Girraj wins. Chameli and Harshal entered the cabin. And they started playing. Girraj had 4 lakhs of cash with him and Harshal had about 20,000. Chalmeli had 1 lakh rupees. Max amount in the pot was Rs. 50,000. The first game Chameli won -> Girraj lost 30k, Harshal all his 20k.
Harshal was playing now when asked he told he was betting his clothes. Outerwear is 10k each and inner wear 20k each.
The second pot as well chameli won – Girraj lost 20k, harshal his shirt – 10k and chameli won. By the looks of it Chameli would have won all the money Girraj had.
I decided to intervene I wanted to sleep. May be Chameli is a bitch but I knew how could I tame her and girraj what he paid for.
I wanted in and got it. Chameli rejected she told no jewelley and no donation from Girraj to me. SO I had to bet my clothes only If I wanted in. I agreed. My saree – 20k, blouse – 20k, peticoat – 20k, bra and panty – 50k each. Chameli agree to my price so I started playing.
The first game I lost 10k, girraj 20k and Harshal his pants
The second game I lost 10k, girrak 20k and Harshal his banian.
Now Chameli asked me remove my saree. I had to and I removed my saree, I was in my blouse and peticoat.
Bad luck was on my side, or rather should I say good luck on Chameli’s side.
Chameli won two more rounds and I had to remove my blouse. Harshal’s and Girraj eyes were on by boobs which were only covered with my bra.
Harshal was out of the game and had to remove his underwear. Chameli allowed for donations to Harshal and Girraj donated one more lakh.
Finally luck turned on my side. I bet 50k – that was the maximum limit for the pot (that meant I had to remove my peticoat and bra) if I lose. But I won – chameli lost 50k, Girraj – 50k and Harshal – 50k
I asked her to return my blouse and saree but she only gave the money.
The game went on I had 3 lakhs – Girraj was out of money and Harshal too. Chameli had 4 lakhs with her, my saree and blouse, Harshal clothes. I donated 1 lakh each to Girraj and Harshal. 3 vs 1 Chameli could be defeated I thought. Chameli understood that and objected. She agreed only if in the next round we would bet our clothing line. I was scared if I lost that meant I could be naked. I dared it and agreed to chameli
Harshal won the next round – I had to remove the peticoat and chameli removed her Kameez, I was in Bra and Panty and Girraj and Harshal’s eyes were glued on me. Finally on the order of Girraj Harshal gave me the Kameez of Chameli and I wore it. The Kameez was almost my size, I wore the Kameez it covered my panty but my upper thigh were exposed. The Kameez had the smell of Chameli’s sweat as the AC of our cabin was turned off because of the poker.
Chameli was losing now but I was also losing Harshal and Girraj were winning. Chameli again asked for a round with only clothes and I lost my bra. I turned around to remove my bra. The guys must have had a good look of my ass while I was removing the bra. I removed the bra from the inside. I was only in the Kameez and panty now men could see my nipples now. I asked to increase the limit of the pot to one lakh.
Four rounds later I had 5 lakhs of cash and a legging of Chameli, bra of Chameli. Chameli wore my bra on her. Men looked at her when she was changing the bra. The limit of the pot was removed now.
Four more rounds later I had all the clothes of men, all clothes of Chameli and 8 lakhs of cash.
The next round only me and Chameli were playing. Chameli betted all in and she was confident and I put the 8 lakhs in cash on the pot. She put her cards in A- K- K and then I put mine – trio A-A-A. Chameli lost and that meant she had to fuck Girraj. I wore the peticoat and wrapped the saree and blouse in the handbag I was too tired so decided to sleep. The AC was ON now. Girraj was making out with Chameli. Harshal came on back and as he was naked I could feel his dick on ass over the peticoat.
I was horny as hell but I remembered I was married. I turned and push him on the lower seat and jumped on the upper seat. As I saw down on the opposite side Girraj was fucking Chameli and she was making some moans. Through out the game mostly we were whispering but the moans from Chameli were louder than our whispers. I was scared what if the copassengers come. I signalled to Girraj to put something in her mouth and Girraj put panty in her mouth. I asked if could turn off the lights. Girraj said Yes. As I was switching off the lights – Girraj asked for my panty in sign language. I saw if Harshal was awake – Harshal was not there in the lower seat he must have gone to the toilet. I was horny and I removed my panty and threw it on Girraj. The panty was completely wet and Girrah smelled it as he smelled it felt a great sensation threw out my body. I switched off the light and went to sleep. As I woke up I saw the cabin the empty. There was a letter written by Girraj.
“Thank you so much”
I saw my bag it had 8 lakhs cash, I got dressed in the saree and left to meet my husband.
Then the part 2 of the round started and I lost the part
My score was 70 because of the 20 extra points.
As soon as the round one ended my husband took me to our room for banging. And that was great banging after a lot of time.
After sex Rajeev talked with me “That story was awesome. How much of it did happen?”
“what part did you think did not happen” I asked. I generally like talking with my husband.
“The poker part – not possible in our train”
I just smiled and hugged him. Its better he thinks it did not happen I thought. I did not completely tell the story that why he did not believe.
I felt a guy feeling my ass and as I opened it was the TT.
“Girraj sir gave you this letter” the TT handed over the letter.
“Harshal is my nephew, I havent seen a beauty like you for years. I saw you missing the train at Nagpur. I sent Harshal to talk to you. Initial I wanted to rape you. The complete compartment was booked for me – few passengers were allowed to seat in the compartment on the request of the TT. The moment I saw you at the station I wanted to rape you but you deserve more than a rape. XXXXXXXXXX call me to this number and I will show you what heaven is”
It was a good idea not to tell this to my husband.
The next day was as usual like the earlier day in the Yacht. Lot of flirting and lot of teasing. Nikki won the competition.
It was evening and I was enjoying the calm upper deck, I wanted some peace time for myself after a lot of fun in the ship.
Nikki was given the title Queen of the Yacht by the captain.
Day 9 ended as we got down of the Yacht and ended up in the hotel. We took the numbers of all Ali, wahis, Tazz, Nikki, Suzie and Ruhi. They promised to visit us when they were in India.
Day 10 we needed to catch the plane and it was mostly rest day. We caught the plane and landed in mumbai.
I received a whatsapp message from an unknown number. It was a video clip of my husband Rajeev fucking Jasmine. This happened in the Yacht. I didn’t know who took it but I was not impressed by my husband. Why cheat on my back I thought. If he could have told me I would have accepted open heartedly.
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- 33
2 Months later
My Husband Rajeev was reporting to Arjit now because of the bad deal with Ali and Wahis for which in a way Tazz and Rajeev were responsible. Rajeev was in the presumption that Arjit could not handle the pressure of the head of India region and eventually he has to leave. Arjit tried calling me after the trip and set up a date but I managed to skip everytime he called. Fortunately for me he had a jealous wife. I did not confess with my husband about why he cheated me in the Yacht. I deleted the vid in my phone but kept a copy in my laptop.
I started dressing a little slutty – the trip definitely was responsible for that. I bought some sheer blouses and I stitched a few deep cut blouses. I was planning to buy some new sarees as well. The attendance of my class grew pretty high every day. The VC was true to his promise and regularised my attendance and even I started my interactions with Ram Prakash Yadav. I grew friendly with him for the help with my son. My son Anurag returned to us in mumbai and was adamant to study in Mumbai. We looked for colleges for admission but given the bad performance certificate in his previous college no college were ready to induct. That meant a loss of one year for my son. But Ram Prakash Yadav came for the rescue, I asked him for help and he helped. My son joined our college, he was a commerce student and hence of the same department as Ram Prakash. I started visiting Ram Prakash’s office once my classes completed, I am sure he used to masturbate after I left the office. As I said the trip changed me a bit, I showed him some cleavage some of my back and lots of my waist.
He was a lecher but he had helped me out it was him who told about me to the VC and with my sons admission. I knocked at the door of Ram Prakash Yadav. I pushed the door and it was open. He was sitting before his laptop – I am sure he was browsing some porn sites.
“Hey”
“Hi come in”
“So how was the class today?”
“Your son showed up today – it was as usual.”
We started chatting as usual.
“You know what the topic going on today in the college?”
“what?” I asked
“It is about you and how the attendance in your classes have grown. The VC has even suggested all the lecturers to wear sarees daily?”
“There are rumours spreading about you too”
“what?” Ram Prakash asked
“About how you are molesting the young girls” there are rumours about Ram Prakash having sex and taking advantage of the college girls. Some girls even gave a complaint to the sexual harassment wing.
Ram prakash laughed at my comment. “you know one of those young girls would be here in my office chatting with me like you are doing 2-3 months back. The young girls are good but I have found the kohinoor diamond”
“You are a lecher”
“You still like that don’t you? You know there is one more rumour going on in the college?”
“whats that?” I asked. I generally like gossip.
“that we are having an affair”
“Bullshit”
“That’s the truth” The gossip must be right because of late I was hanging out with Ram Prakash more. Even sometimes we were doing lunch together.
“then we should meet lesser”
“Or you should talk more with the other professors as well”
I left the office as it was time up for me to leave the college. I went to my home and noticed my son was already home with his friends and they were arguing like hell. I did not go to his room and went to my room and changed my dress. The time for final preparations as the semester examinations were scheduled the next week.
I went to the gym and had a great gym session, I recently hired a personal gym coach and it was doing wonders to me.
Anurag loved basketball and he was good at it. He immediatelly joined the basketball team of our college. I hardly knew about basketball.
I came to home that day after gym and changed to the silk shirt and short. It was 9 PM and I was cleaning the dishes and Rajeev was home. I saw Anurag coming with a friend of his to introduce him to us, I thought all his friends left and was wearing a short.
I scolded my son “why didn’t you tell Hardik was staying tonight – I could have dressed proper” Hardik my sons friend was looking at my legs all the time.
As I left my son introduced hardik to my husband and I came back wearing a jeans. Later we had dinner together and Hardik joined us. The young guys were excited about the basketball tournament after two weeks whereas I and Rajeev wanted them to concentrate on studies. Hardik was giving me glances whenever he got the chance. Dinner was done and everyone returned to bed.
After the trip I made sure to dress naughtily to excite my husband and most of the nights we had sex. The frequency at which we were having increased exponentially. That night we did not have sex as Rajeev had some office work and came to bed late.
I woke to some sounds of TV and I saw the time it was 3AM and I decided to check the hall if TV was ON. The TV was ON and I picked the remote and switched it OFF. The TV is in the living room. I was wearing a long white night gown, a lacy one and long slit to the right leg and showed lots of cleavage. As I shut the TV off, I saw Hardik lying on the sofa(couch) he was wearing boxer shorts. I could see his penis structure through the shorts. I felt tensed and was comparing the size with my husband. I was not erect and was equivalent to the size of Rajeev. I wanted to go back to my bed but somehow got freezed to the place.
“Do you like what you see?” Hardik spoke, he saw me staring at his dick. I said sorry and ran to my bed. I didn’t make the breakfast next day and left to college before my son came for breakfast. I asked my husband to cook some breakfast for the boys.
Over the next few days I got busy with the pre exam activities for the semester. The semester exams were from Monday. It was Saturday and I went to the college for any last minute corrections. I was having my lunch that day in the college canteen, I heard Ram prakash calling me
“Can I join?”
“Sure. Why are you asking?”
I saw Ram Prakash got the canteen meal rather than the usual lunch box that his wife packs him.
“So is your wife angry with you?”
He understood my satire and said “No she went to her mothers place”
I laughed and shared my food with Ram Prakash
“So no office visits for the last 3 days” Ram Prakash asked as I did not meet him recently
“I want the rumours to die. I don’t want my son to find out about this”
“What is there between us. U mean we have something going”
“No ofcourse not but we are just friends”
“I could be more than a friend to you”
“Haha”
“Think about it”
“I am happily married no thanks.”
I wanted to change the topic so asked
“Do you know a kid Hardik – my son hangs out with him more often”
“Oh yes I know about him – he is having an affair with your neighbor. What her name – Sindhu I guess. He is screwing Sindhu since one week. Your son too wants a piece of that pussy.”
“My son. What do you mean”
“Yeah your son. You know what come to my house. Cook me some nice dinner. And I will tell you everything”
That day I thought about going to Ram Prakash’s his wife was not home – but that meant sex, he knows how to make me horny and I thought not to risk it. Ram Prakash called me that night and I invited him my home. He declined.
The next two weeks were exam time and Ram Prakash kept asking me to come to his house. I kept offering him to come to my house instead. Finally on the last day of exam he told he will be visiting and even the VC’s wife was out of town so both of them may visit our house and I accepted. Ram Prakash asked me wear a saree which I was not wearing since three weeks.
That day I went to the gym and as I came home Rajeev was home. I told him about Ram Prakash and VC visiting us that day. But both didn’t showed up I was angry at Ram Prakash for making a fuss the food was a waste. The next day the college was closed so I decided to take the last night food to Ram Prakash.
I went to his house. It was an apartment. As I ran the bell a few times, Ram Prakash came in he was wearing shirt and pant. Food for you I told and handed him the last night food and curries that I cooked.
“I am sorry” Ram Prakash was yelling at me and I left the apartment without turning back. He called me that day but I did not lift the phone.
to be continued
My Husband Rajeev was reporting to Arjit now because of the bad deal with Ali and Wahis for which in a way Tazz and Rajeev were responsible. Rajeev was in the presumption that Arjit could not handle the pressure of the head of India region and eventually he has to leave. Arjit tried calling me after the trip and set up a date but I managed to skip everytime he called. Fortunately for me he had a jealous wife. I did not confess with my husband about why he cheated me in the Yacht. I deleted the vid in my phone but kept a copy in my laptop.
I started dressing a little slutty – the trip definitely was responsible for that. I bought some sheer blouses and I stitched a few deep cut blouses. I was planning to buy some new sarees as well. The attendance of my class grew pretty high every day. The VC was true to his promise and regularised my attendance and even I started my interactions with Ram Prakash Yadav. I grew friendly with him for the help with my son. My son Anurag returned to us in mumbai and was adamant to study in Mumbai. We looked for colleges for admission but given the bad performance certificate in his previous college no college were ready to induct. That meant a loss of one year for my son. But Ram Prakash Yadav came for the rescue, I asked him for help and he helped. My son joined our college, he was a commerce student and hence of the same department as Ram Prakash. I started visiting Ram Prakash’s office once my classes completed, I am sure he used to masturbate after I left the office. As I said the trip changed me a bit, I showed him some cleavage some of my back and lots of my waist.
He was a lecher but he had helped me out it was him who told about me to the VC and with my sons admission. I knocked at the door of Ram Prakash Yadav. I pushed the door and it was open. He was sitting before his laptop – I am sure he was browsing some porn sites.
“Hey”
“Hi come in”
“So how was the class today?”
“Your son showed up today – it was as usual.”
We started chatting as usual.
“You know what the topic going on today in the college?”
“what?” I asked
“It is about you and how the attendance in your classes have grown. The VC has even suggested all the lecturers to wear sarees daily?”
“There are rumours spreading about you too”
“what?” Ram Prakash asked
“About how you are molesting the young girls” there are rumours about Ram Prakash having sex and taking advantage of the college girls. Some girls even gave a complaint to the sexual harassment wing.
Ram prakash laughed at my comment. “you know one of those young girls would be here in my office chatting with me like you are doing 2-3 months back. The young girls are good but I have found the kohinoor diamond”
“You are a lecher”
“You still like that don’t you? You know there is one more rumour going on in the college?”
“whats that?” I asked. I generally like gossip.
“that we are having an affair”
“Bullshit”
“That’s the truth” The gossip must be right because of late I was hanging out with Ram Prakash more. Even sometimes we were doing lunch together.
“then we should meet lesser”
“Or you should talk more with the other professors as well”
I left the office as it was time up for me to leave the college. I went to my home and noticed my son was already home with his friends and they were arguing like hell. I did not go to his room and went to my room and changed my dress. The time for final preparations as the semester examinations were scheduled the next week.
I went to the gym and had a great gym session, I recently hired a personal gym coach and it was doing wonders to me.
Anurag loved basketball and he was good at it. He immediatelly joined the basketball team of our college. I hardly knew about basketball.
I came to home that day after gym and changed to the silk shirt and short. It was 9 PM and I was cleaning the dishes and Rajeev was home. I saw Anurag coming with a friend of his to introduce him to us, I thought all his friends left and was wearing a short.
I scolded my son “why didn’t you tell Hardik was staying tonight – I could have dressed proper” Hardik my sons friend was looking at my legs all the time.
As I left my son introduced hardik to my husband and I came back wearing a jeans. Later we had dinner together and Hardik joined us. The young guys were excited about the basketball tournament after two weeks whereas I and Rajeev wanted them to concentrate on studies. Hardik was giving me glances whenever he got the chance. Dinner was done and everyone returned to bed.
After the trip I made sure to dress naughtily to excite my husband and most of the nights we had sex. The frequency at which we were having increased exponentially. That night we did not have sex as Rajeev had some office work and came to bed late.
I woke to some sounds of TV and I saw the time it was 3AM and I decided to check the hall if TV was ON. The TV was ON and I picked the remote and switched it OFF. The TV is in the living room. I was wearing a long white night gown, a lacy one and long slit to the right leg and showed lots of cleavage. As I shut the TV off, I saw Hardik lying on the sofa(couch) he was wearing boxer shorts. I could see his penis structure through the shorts. I felt tensed and was comparing the size with my husband. I was not erect and was equivalent to the size of Rajeev. I wanted to go back to my bed but somehow got freezed to the place.
“Do you like what you see?” Hardik spoke, he saw me staring at his dick. I said sorry and ran to my bed. I didn’t make the breakfast next day and left to college before my son came for breakfast. I asked my husband to cook some breakfast for the boys.
Over the next few days I got busy with the pre exam activities for the semester. The semester exams were from Monday. It was Saturday and I went to the college for any last minute corrections. I was having my lunch that day in the college canteen, I heard Ram prakash calling me
“Can I join?”
“Sure. Why are you asking?”
I saw Ram Prakash got the canteen meal rather than the usual lunch box that his wife packs him.
“So is your wife angry with you?”
He understood my satire and said “No she went to her mothers place”
I laughed and shared my food with Ram Prakash
“So no office visits for the last 3 days” Ram Prakash asked as I did not meet him recently
“I want the rumours to die. I don’t want my son to find out about this”
“What is there between us. U mean we have something going”
“No ofcourse not but we are just friends”
“I could be more than a friend to you”
“Haha”
“Think about it”
“I am happily married no thanks.”
I wanted to change the topic so asked
“Do you know a kid Hardik – my son hangs out with him more often”
“Oh yes I know about him – he is having an affair with your neighbor. What her name – Sindhu I guess. He is screwing Sindhu since one week. Your son too wants a piece of that pussy.”
“My son. What do you mean”
“Yeah your son. You know what come to my house. Cook me some nice dinner. And I will tell you everything”
That day I thought about going to Ram Prakash’s his wife was not home – but that meant sex, he knows how to make me horny and I thought not to risk it. Ram Prakash called me that night and I invited him my home. He declined.
The next two weeks were exam time and Ram Prakash kept asking me to come to his house. I kept offering him to come to my house instead. Finally on the last day of exam he told he will be visiting and even the VC’s wife was out of town so both of them may visit our house and I accepted. Ram Prakash asked me wear a saree which I was not wearing since three weeks.
That day I went to the gym and as I came home Rajeev was home. I told him about Ram Prakash and VC visiting us that day. But both didn’t showed up I was angry at Ram Prakash for making a fuss the food was a waste. The next day the college was closed so I decided to take the last night food to Ram Prakash.
I went to his house. It was an apartment. As I ran the bell a few times, Ram Prakash came in he was wearing shirt and pant. Food for you I told and handed him the last night food and curries that I cooked.
“I am sorry” Ram Prakash was yelling at me and I left the apartment without turning back. He called me that day but I did not lift the phone.
to be continued
Over the next few days Ram Prakash and Hardik were keeping Diya busy. Diya kept avoiding Ram Prakash and Hardik both. She knew she was tempted and given the cheating that she witnessed her husband do, she figured out she would fall for one or the other sooner or later. She knew it was wrong, she did not want to cheat her son. She wanted to teach a lesson to her husband who cheated on her in the Yacht, but she loved him too much and thought the Yacht thing was one off affair.
The exams were over and Diya needed to visit the colleges only a few times in a week. She visited the colleges to do some paper corrections and some office work. It went as usual she went to the college and then completed her work. She planned to do some shopping and return home. As she got ready and leave the college she saw the door of Ram Prakash office open, she peeped through the windows to see if everything was fine. She moved the window and was shocked to see Ram Prakash having sex with a student. Diya took her phone out and took pictures of Ram Prakash and the student. The student she knew was a girl that studies in the college. She took the pics and got into the auto, she asked the auto driver to get her to the mall where she wanted to do some shopping.
She was looking at the pictures and thought it was wrong and deleted them from the phone. Diya changed her mind and wanted to meet her sister. She asked the auto driver to take her to the place of her sister. Her sister name was Priya. Priya was the cousin of Diya and was very close to her. She stayed on the other end of mumbai. It took nearly 3 hours drive to reach there house. They were close but slowly they started to meet once in a year and mostly during festivals. Diya was feeling lonely, her son’s affair with Sindhu was in her mind and wanted to take Priya’s help to find out what is going on with her son.
She asked the taxi to take her to the local railway station where she could catch the local train to her sister’s place. Unknown to her the taxi driver was ogling at the beauty and once Diya told him to take her to the local station, he had made up his mind to rape the hot wife and mother. He took a turn where there was no crowd. He went under the flyover where he planned to rape Diya.
Diya was into her phone looking into the pics she has taken and was deleting them and was in the thought as to why her son was having an affair with Sindhu.
The taxi driver got down, and was ogling at Diya. He saw his prey was ready to get fucked, the pretty hot wife. He could not believe his luck was all in his favor.
“Get down Utar neeche (get down)” he said to Diya opening the door of his taxi. The taxi driver plan was to take Diya to a nearby hut and fuck her rape her.
Diya was shocked as to why he was behaving this strangely. The driver pulled diya of the Taxi. With the force, Diya came off from the seat she was seated and out of the taxi. Diya pushed the taxt driver off from her.
Taxi driver was a serial rapist, he has raped many women especially hot housewives like Diya. It was not his first time and definitely not his last.
“I will call for help. You bastard” Diya said freightening the taxi driver
Taxi Driver unzipped his pants and his dick was out. He showed the dick to Diya. It was big for sure Diya thought but turned her face.
Taxi Driver wanted to mesmerise the lady by showing his dick. It was a big dick for sure and many ladies would have fallen for that but not Diya.
“Look at this, I am sure you did not see something like that” Taxi driver said to diya
He came closer to Diya and with his both arms he wanted to pull Diya towards him. As he pulled Diya. Diya sprayed pepper spray all over his eyes. His eyes were all filled with the pepper spray. He was screaming as hell he dropped his wallet and purse.
Diya took them both (wallet and the phone) and started to run. As she was running Diya saw another Taxi approaching her. Diya ran from the Taxi.
He stopped before her. As Diya turned to run the other side.
“Madam I am not like him. Please wait”
Diya turned to see but had the pepper spray in her hand.
The Taxi driver that just came in asked diya to hop into the Taxi. Diya looked at the guy he looked innocent enough. He explained that he saw the other Taxi driver trying to rape her. He was standing over the bridge so wanted to help her.
“Should I take you to police station?” he asked
“No to XXX railway station” replied Diya
“I should have booked a cab(uber or Ola) they are decent people" Diya said as she was adjusting her sleeveless blouse and saree.
The driver was looking at Diya “Madam you should report to the police station”
“Normally I book a cab or get my car, I thought I had lot of time so took the Taxi and then the train”
“where are you going madam”
“I am going to New panvel”
The Taxi driver took her the railway station which was just 10 mins away.
Diya got out of the Taxi and started giving him the change.
“Madam may be i should drop you to New Panvel. The local train is also not safe for you.” Auto driver spoke.
The exams were over and Diya needed to visit the colleges only a few times in a week. She visited the colleges to do some paper corrections and some office work. It went as usual she went to the college and then completed her work. She planned to do some shopping and return home. As she got ready and leave the college she saw the door of Ram Prakash office open, she peeped through the windows to see if everything was fine. She moved the window and was shocked to see Ram Prakash having sex with a student. Diya took her phone out and took pictures of Ram Prakash and the student. The student she knew was a girl that studies in the college. She took the pics and got into the auto, she asked the auto driver to get her to the mall where she wanted to do some shopping.
She was looking at the pictures and thought it was wrong and deleted them from the phone. Diya changed her mind and wanted to meet her sister. She asked the auto driver to take her to the place of her sister. Her sister name was Priya. Priya was the cousin of Diya and was very close to her. She stayed on the other end of mumbai. It took nearly 3 hours drive to reach there house. They were close but slowly they started to meet once in a year and mostly during festivals. Diya was feeling lonely, her son’s affair with Sindhu was in her mind and wanted to take Priya’s help to find out what is going on with her son.
She asked the taxi to take her to the local railway station where she could catch the local train to her sister’s place. Unknown to her the taxi driver was ogling at the beauty and once Diya told him to take her to the local station, he had made up his mind to rape the hot wife and mother. He took a turn where there was no crowd. He went under the flyover where he planned to rape Diya.
Diya was into her phone looking into the pics she has taken and was deleting them and was in the thought as to why her son was having an affair with Sindhu.
The taxi driver got down, and was ogling at Diya. He saw his prey was ready to get fucked, the pretty hot wife. He could not believe his luck was all in his favor.
“Get down Utar neeche (get down)” he said to Diya opening the door of his taxi. The taxi driver plan was to take Diya to a nearby hut and fuck her rape her.
Diya was shocked as to why he was behaving this strangely. The driver pulled diya of the Taxi. With the force, Diya came off from the seat she was seated and out of the taxi. Diya pushed the taxt driver off from her.
Taxi driver was a serial rapist, he has raped many women especially hot housewives like Diya. It was not his first time and definitely not his last.
“I will call for help. You bastard” Diya said freightening the taxi driver
Taxi Driver unzipped his pants and his dick was out. He showed the dick to Diya. It was big for sure Diya thought but turned her face.
Taxi Driver wanted to mesmerise the lady by showing his dick. It was a big dick for sure and many ladies would have fallen for that but not Diya.
“Look at this, I am sure you did not see something like that” Taxi driver said to diya
He came closer to Diya and with his both arms he wanted to pull Diya towards him. As he pulled Diya. Diya sprayed pepper spray all over his eyes. His eyes were all filled with the pepper spray. He was screaming as hell he dropped his wallet and purse.
Diya took them both (wallet and the phone) and started to run. As she was running Diya saw another Taxi approaching her. Diya ran from the Taxi.
He stopped before her. As Diya turned to run the other side.
“Madam I am not like him. Please wait”
Diya turned to see but had the pepper spray in her hand.
The Taxi driver that just came in asked diya to hop into the Taxi. Diya looked at the guy he looked innocent enough. He explained that he saw the other Taxi driver trying to rape her. He was standing over the bridge so wanted to help her.
“Should I take you to police station?” he asked
“No to XXX railway station” replied Diya
“I should have booked a cab(uber or Ola) they are decent people" Diya said as she was adjusting her sleeveless blouse and saree.
The driver was looking at Diya “Madam you should report to the police station”
“Normally I book a cab or get my car, I thought I had lot of time so took the Taxi and then the train”
“where are you going madam”
“I am going to New panvel”
The Taxi driver took her the railway station which was just 10 mins away.
Diya got out of the Taxi and started giving him the change.
“Madam may be i should drop you to New Panvel. The local train is also not safe for you.” Auto driver spoke.
The Taxi driver name was Ramesh and he was trying to make Diya more comfortable. Diya forgot about the incident with the bad taxi driver and was friendly with Ramesh. Ramesh asked her about her marriage life and professional life. Diya told him she was married and had a teenage – almost adult son. Then they were discussing there struggles.
“So Ramesh are you married?” asked Diya. Ramesh looked 30-40 years – the ideal age of men that Diya was attracted to.
“Yes madam, I have two kids also.”
“So from when are you in this taxi business/area”
“Madam from 7 years, I started working for a person and one year back I brought my own vehicle”
“Did you study… I mean… education”
“Yes maam degree discontinued, I was good in studies, I was a district topper also madam. But you know its not easy to complete studies when you are poor so had to stop it”
Diya felt pity for the taxi driver Ramesh and really liked the way he was talking with her.
“Do you know the guy” Diya asked about the other taxi driver who tried to rape her.
“Yes madam he lives in my area – very bad guy. I was scared he would rape you. I think you should give a police complaint on him”
Diya opened the walled of the taxi driver, she saw his name Gunni Haryanvi.
“Gunnu” Diya spelled out his name.
“Yes madam that his name”
“So how were you going to save me from this Gunnu . Huh?” Diya wanted to know if Ramesh was saying the truth
“Madam I would have requested him to stop the rape”
“And he would have agreed for that. “
“yes Madam. Actually he is sex deprived, sometimes he gets over the line. We low class people are not like you madam. We don’t get beautiful women like you rich people do”
“Oh please don’t justify your friend here”
“Sorry Madam, he is not my friend”
Even rich people are mad over me was the thought of Diya. She was imagining Tazz, Arijit, wahis and Ali how flirting they were with her.
“This is my wife madam” Ramesh showed the pics of his wife.
Diya saw the pic, her navel was completely exposed and even the side boobs in the saree she was wearing. Is this picture only for her husband or for all she thought. She was hot for sure. Ramesh kept showing her pictures one after the other. All pics showed her assets perfectly. Her navel was see clearly in all the pictures
“How is she Madam?” Ramesh asked
“Oh!! Very beautiful”
Ramesh was from a poor family, he was good in studies. But due to financial problems could not complete his studies. He worked as a driver for some rich fellow in mumbai. He fell in love with this beautiful girl who lived in the same slum as Ramesh and got married to her. Ramesh girlfrind now wife name was Silpa. Silpa sold her jewellery and with that bought a new car for Ramesh. Ramesh had two childrens now – one 3 years old and the other was about to complete a year in a month.
Ramesh took Diya to her Sister’s apartment.
“Madam, this is my number. In case you need a driver or any other work please call”
Diya took the number and gave him the money for the ride.
Diya went in the apartment of her sister. The watchmen knew Diya and allowed her inside. Diya exchanged pleasantries with the watchmen.
“Thank god you are here Diya ji there was something I wanted to tell you but did not have the number so didn’t tell”
“what?”
“Priya madam and shukla saab are getting divorced”
That was news to Diya. She wanted some help from her matured sister but here Priya was herself in the problem.
As Diya was going to the lift of the block of the apartment where her sister stayed. A stranger was looking at her mostly at her breasts. Diya adjusted her saree, the stranger was giving a lecherous smile to Diya.
“Hey I am Abhishek Do you live in this block” Abhishek asked by the look of it he was 50-60 years of age in the same group as Ram Prakash.
“Excuse me” Diya did not stop crossed Abhishek and hopped in the lift
Before Abhishek could say a thing Diya pressed the button of the lift. Diya saw that Priya’s apartment was open and Priya was sitting on the sofa wearing only robe.
Diya asked what was wrong between her and bhasker, they were a loving couple and what had changed between them suddenly. Priya at first resented for any happening but later succumbed to her sister’s pressure
“Everything was going fine untill one day bhaskar cheated on me. He started to spend less time at home at first. One day I wanted to surprise him at his office, it was his birthday. I see him kissing a girl in his office. That was it the end for us. I too started an affair.”
Diya understood how her sister might have felt. She got a message of her husband being a cheat too. Diya was mature enough to ignore it as a one night stand but Priya was hurt and was having an affair as a revenge to her husband. Her sister was not mature enough like her she thought.
“Does he know about the affair you are having?” Diya asked
“Yes he confronted me as why I was cheating on me. I showed him how angry I was and had sex before him. He didn’t stop me having sex. He wanted divorce and I said yes to it” Priya said
“What about the kids” Diya asked
“They will stay with me. He agreed to that. Abhishek convinced bhaskar”
As soon as Priya told about Abhishek. Diya remembered the guy she just met. He definitely looked like a lecher.
“Abhishek?”
“Yeah, he is being a great support to me and we may get married soon.” Priya explained
“You could have called me Priya”
“I am sorry, I did not know how to face you.”
“what about the kids they will suffer. They need their father don’t you think. Men are dogs babe”
“there is no love between me and bhaskar any more”
It was 9 PM and Diya heard the doorbell, it were the kids. One was 10 years old girl and the other 6 years old. Both had gone to movies with the neighbors. Diya recognised Abhishek visited her sister, had sex and left. Diya made dinner for the kids and Priya. Diya learned offlate the kids were given dinner mostly from Swiggy or zomato. It was long since someone cooked for the kids. Diya and priya were cooking in the kitchen.
“How do you know Abhishek?”
“He is ex boss of Bhaskar.” Priya replied
“Ex boss?”
“Yeah Abhishek kicked him out for me”
“For you?” Diya was puzzled how much Priya was confident about Abhishek
“Yeah I wanted teach what a waste Bhaskar is. Fucking bastard”
“Hey I think we should involve the parents in here. We will talk to Bhaskars and our parents today.”
“No” Priya declined anyone’s involvement and wanted a divorce. Abhishek was married and apparently in love with Priya as per Priya.
Diya changed the topic she understood Priya was in all hate to Bhaskar.
It was 11 PM, Diya called her husband and told him she was with her sister. Rajeev thought she would sleep the night there. Diya prepared herself to leave.
“Hey why don’t you stay tonight”
“I have to go to college tomorrow. At this hour there wont be much traffic and can reach quicky as well” Diya bid her farewell to her sister. Felt bad that Bhaskar cheated on her sister and what a tragedy her sister was going through. Diya booked a Uber it was 3 mins away and she was waiting at the gate. The Uber got cancelled and the next Uber was 20 mins away.
She checked her purse she found Gunnu’s phone. She switched ON the phone and dialled Ramesh’s number. It was ringing. Ramesh picked up the phone
“Gunnu bastard where are you? Why did you do that thing bastard?”
There was no reply from Diya’s end. She was waiting what Ramesh would tell.
“Hello Gunuu” Ramesh kept calling his saying hello
Finally Diya spoke
“Hey its me. Diya remember”
“Ha madam how can I forget”
“I called to return this phone to you. You give it back to your friend”
“He is not my friend madam”
“Whatever come to XXX college tomorrow morning”
“K madam, are you staying tonight at your sister’s home”
“No going back”
“I am in new panvel madam. I was doing some ola/uber rides here. I am also returning home. Do you want a ride”
“Fine pick me up. Uber is charging 1000 for the ride. I will pay the same”
“Ok madam” Ramesh picked Diya. Ramesh was very happy to get a beautiful ride. Ramesh asked how the visit to her sister was. Diya was now friendly to Ramesh and told him everything about her Sister and the divorce with her husband. Ramesh heard everythin in detail
“Damn this Abhishek is a bad guy”
“I think he is being supportive to my sister”
“Madam you don’t know men. Abhishek must have planned all this to get to your sister. He is a married man, he may or may not get divorce from his wife. Both your sister and her husband got separated and Abhishek is riping the benefits”
Diya got influenced by what Ramesh told her. Diya called to Bhaskar mobile phone. A stranger picked up the phone and told that Bhaskar was drunk and was in the moonshine bar. Ramesh and Diya went to the Moonshine bar. It was a dance bar and hence Remesh asked Diya to stay out. Diya showed Ramesh the picture of Bhaskar. Ramesh picked Bhaskar who was in unconscious state and took Bhaskar to Diya’s home. Ramesh lifted Bhaskar and dropped him on the sofa of Diya’s house.
Diya gave 2000 rupees, gunnu’s phone and wallet to Ramesh and sent him off. It was 2AM, Diya woke her husband and took Bhaskar and dropped him on the guest bedroom.
Next morning, Diya had to attend the college. A external audit was going on and her lab needed funds, there were some projects that she enlisted. It was 10 AM and she wanted to talk to Bhaskar with her husband to get control of the situation. She called Ramprakash
“Ram Prakash ji how are you?”
“Long time Diya ji”
“I will directly come to the point. Can you cover the external audit. Something very important has come in” Diya knew if Bhaskar left, Bhaskar would not talk to her and she also convinced her husband to stay at home to talk to Bhaskar.
“Sure. I will also come to the point directly”
“Yes”
“I want the cinema date to be complete. Last time you left early”
Ram Prakash took Diya to the Cinema and was groping her badly. Diya felt uncomfortable and left
“last time you were groping me”
“there was a romantic scene Diya ji. How can I control when a hot women sits beside you”
“Fine. We will go to the movie but only if I get confirmation for the funds from the auditor”
“Ok I will book corner seats then”
Diya hated it but she did not have any option.
“So Ramesh are you married?” asked Diya. Ramesh looked 30-40 years – the ideal age of men that Diya was attracted to.
“Yes madam, I have two kids also.”
“So from when are you in this taxi business/area”
“Madam from 7 years, I started working for a person and one year back I brought my own vehicle”
“Did you study… I mean… education”
“Yes maam degree discontinued, I was good in studies, I was a district topper also madam. But you know its not easy to complete studies when you are poor so had to stop it”
Diya felt pity for the taxi driver Ramesh and really liked the way he was talking with her.
“Do you know the guy” Diya asked about the other taxi driver who tried to rape her.
“Yes madam he lives in my area – very bad guy. I was scared he would rape you. I think you should give a police complaint on him”
Diya opened the walled of the taxi driver, she saw his name Gunni Haryanvi.
“Gunnu” Diya spelled out his name.
“Yes madam that his name”
“So how were you going to save me from this Gunnu . Huh?” Diya wanted to know if Ramesh was saying the truth
“Madam I would have requested him to stop the rape”
“And he would have agreed for that. “
“yes Madam. Actually he is sex deprived, sometimes he gets over the line. We low class people are not like you madam. We don’t get beautiful women like you rich people do”
“Oh please don’t justify your friend here”
“Sorry Madam, he is not my friend”
Even rich people are mad over me was the thought of Diya. She was imagining Tazz, Arijit, wahis and Ali how flirting they were with her.
“This is my wife madam” Ramesh showed the pics of his wife.
Diya saw the pic, her navel was completely exposed and even the side boobs in the saree she was wearing. Is this picture only for her husband or for all she thought. She was hot for sure. Ramesh kept showing her pictures one after the other. All pics showed her assets perfectly. Her navel was see clearly in all the pictures
“How is she Madam?” Ramesh asked
“Oh!! Very beautiful”
Ramesh was from a poor family, he was good in studies. But due to financial problems could not complete his studies. He worked as a driver for some rich fellow in mumbai. He fell in love with this beautiful girl who lived in the same slum as Ramesh and got married to her. Ramesh girlfrind now wife name was Silpa. Silpa sold her jewellery and with that bought a new car for Ramesh. Ramesh had two childrens now – one 3 years old and the other was about to complete a year in a month.
Ramesh took Diya to her Sister’s apartment.
“Madam, this is my number. In case you need a driver or any other work please call”
Diya took the number and gave him the money for the ride.
Diya went in the apartment of her sister. The watchmen knew Diya and allowed her inside. Diya exchanged pleasantries with the watchmen.
“Thank god you are here Diya ji there was something I wanted to tell you but did not have the number so didn’t tell”
“what?”
“Priya madam and shukla saab are getting divorced”
That was news to Diya. She wanted some help from her matured sister but here Priya was herself in the problem.
As Diya was going to the lift of the block of the apartment where her sister stayed. A stranger was looking at her mostly at her breasts. Diya adjusted her saree, the stranger was giving a lecherous smile to Diya.
“Hey I am Abhishek Do you live in this block” Abhishek asked by the look of it he was 50-60 years of age in the same group as Ram Prakash.
“Excuse me” Diya did not stop crossed Abhishek and hopped in the lift
Before Abhishek could say a thing Diya pressed the button of the lift. Diya saw that Priya’s apartment was open and Priya was sitting on the sofa wearing only robe.
Diya asked what was wrong between her and bhasker, they were a loving couple and what had changed between them suddenly. Priya at first resented for any happening but later succumbed to her sister’s pressure
“Everything was going fine untill one day bhaskar cheated on me. He started to spend less time at home at first. One day I wanted to surprise him at his office, it was his birthday. I see him kissing a girl in his office. That was it the end for us. I too started an affair.”
Diya understood how her sister might have felt. She got a message of her husband being a cheat too. Diya was mature enough to ignore it as a one night stand but Priya was hurt and was having an affair as a revenge to her husband. Her sister was not mature enough like her she thought.
“Does he know about the affair you are having?” Diya asked
“Yes he confronted me as why I was cheating on me. I showed him how angry I was and had sex before him. He didn’t stop me having sex. He wanted divorce and I said yes to it” Priya said
“What about the kids” Diya asked
“They will stay with me. He agreed to that. Abhishek convinced bhaskar”
As soon as Priya told about Abhishek. Diya remembered the guy she just met. He definitely looked like a lecher.
“Abhishek?”
“Yeah, he is being a great support to me and we may get married soon.” Priya explained
“You could have called me Priya”
“I am sorry, I did not know how to face you.”
“what about the kids they will suffer. They need their father don’t you think. Men are dogs babe”
“there is no love between me and bhaskar any more”
It was 9 PM and Diya heard the doorbell, it were the kids. One was 10 years old girl and the other 6 years old. Both had gone to movies with the neighbors. Diya recognised Abhishek visited her sister, had sex and left. Diya made dinner for the kids and Priya. Diya learned offlate the kids were given dinner mostly from Swiggy or zomato. It was long since someone cooked for the kids. Diya and priya were cooking in the kitchen.
“How do you know Abhishek?”
“He is ex boss of Bhaskar.” Priya replied
“Ex boss?”
“Yeah Abhishek kicked him out for me”
“For you?” Diya was puzzled how much Priya was confident about Abhishek
“Yeah I wanted teach what a waste Bhaskar is. Fucking bastard”
“Hey I think we should involve the parents in here. We will talk to Bhaskars and our parents today.”
“No” Priya declined anyone’s involvement and wanted a divorce. Abhishek was married and apparently in love with Priya as per Priya.
Diya changed the topic she understood Priya was in all hate to Bhaskar.
It was 11 PM, Diya called her husband and told him she was with her sister. Rajeev thought she would sleep the night there. Diya prepared herself to leave.
“Hey why don’t you stay tonight”
“I have to go to college tomorrow. At this hour there wont be much traffic and can reach quicky as well” Diya bid her farewell to her sister. Felt bad that Bhaskar cheated on her sister and what a tragedy her sister was going through. Diya booked a Uber it was 3 mins away and she was waiting at the gate. The Uber got cancelled and the next Uber was 20 mins away.
She checked her purse she found Gunnu’s phone. She switched ON the phone and dialled Ramesh’s number. It was ringing. Ramesh picked up the phone
“Gunnu bastard where are you? Why did you do that thing bastard?”
There was no reply from Diya’s end. She was waiting what Ramesh would tell.
“Hello Gunuu” Ramesh kept calling his saying hello
Finally Diya spoke
“Hey its me. Diya remember”
“Ha madam how can I forget”
“I called to return this phone to you. You give it back to your friend”
“He is not my friend madam”
“Whatever come to XXX college tomorrow morning”
“K madam, are you staying tonight at your sister’s home”
“No going back”
“I am in new panvel madam. I was doing some ola/uber rides here. I am also returning home. Do you want a ride”
“Fine pick me up. Uber is charging 1000 for the ride. I will pay the same”
“Ok madam” Ramesh picked Diya. Ramesh was very happy to get a beautiful ride. Ramesh asked how the visit to her sister was. Diya was now friendly to Ramesh and told him everything about her Sister and the divorce with her husband. Ramesh heard everythin in detail
“Damn this Abhishek is a bad guy”
“I think he is being supportive to my sister”
“Madam you don’t know men. Abhishek must have planned all this to get to your sister. He is a married man, he may or may not get divorce from his wife. Both your sister and her husband got separated and Abhishek is riping the benefits”
Diya got influenced by what Ramesh told her. Diya called to Bhaskar mobile phone. A stranger picked up the phone and told that Bhaskar was drunk and was in the moonshine bar. Ramesh and Diya went to the Moonshine bar. It was a dance bar and hence Remesh asked Diya to stay out. Diya showed Ramesh the picture of Bhaskar. Ramesh picked Bhaskar who was in unconscious state and took Bhaskar to Diya’s home. Ramesh lifted Bhaskar and dropped him on the sofa of Diya’s house.
Diya gave 2000 rupees, gunnu’s phone and wallet to Ramesh and sent him off. It was 2AM, Diya woke her husband and took Bhaskar and dropped him on the guest bedroom.
Next morning, Diya had to attend the college. A external audit was going on and her lab needed funds, there were some projects that she enlisted. It was 10 AM and she wanted to talk to Bhaskar with her husband to get control of the situation. She called Ramprakash
“Ram Prakash ji how are you?”
“Long time Diya ji”
“I will directly come to the point. Can you cover the external audit. Something very important has come in” Diya knew if Bhaskar left, Bhaskar would not talk to her and she also convinced her husband to stay at home to talk to Bhaskar.
“Sure. I will also come to the point directly”
“Yes”
“I want the cinema date to be complete. Last time you left early”
Ram Prakash took Diya to the Cinema and was groping her badly. Diya felt uncomfortable and left
“last time you were groping me”
“there was a romantic scene Diya ji. How can I control when a hot women sits beside you”
“Fine. We will go to the movie but only if I get confirmation for the funds from the auditor”
“Ok I will book corner seats then”
Diya hated it but she did not have any option.
Bhaskar woke up and was surprised to see where he was. Rajeev explained to him what happened last night. Breakfast was served to Bhaskar and all of them sat on the sofa to discuss the course ahead. Rajeev asked Bhaskar to listen to his end as to why he was divorcing Priya.
Bhaskar was in tears
“It was a company party. Abhishek was full drunk. My promotion was due that year and I was an Ace employee, Abhishek told me I could get the promotion if I convince Priya to sleep with him. I declined and slapped him.”
“Next day I gave my resignation papers but Abhishek convinced me that he was drunk and all. I was a fool to get convinced by that bastard.”
“Abhishek started visiting my home in the name of some project or the other”
“five or six months back I saw Abhishek in my home on bed with Priya. Part of me says Abhishek tricked Priya and part of me says Priya is a slut”
“its over since that night. Two or three times we were almost on the verge of getting back to life. But…”
Rajeev asked “But….”
“Priya wants divorce she made it clear.” Bhaskar was still in tears “I don’t know why she cheated on me”
“she saw you cheating on her. She came to your office and you were romancing….” Diya was angry on Bhaskar for representing her sister like a slut hiding his part of the story.
Bhaskar was surprised “I told Priya about it. It was temptation. I am sorry for that. May be I am responsible for everything”
“Are you still having an affair with that girl” Rajeev asked
“No it was just that moment. She was some relative of Abhishek. She called me after that several times but I did not respond.” Bhaskar responded
“Why did they take you out of the job. Because of Priya?”
“They didn’t, I quit the job. Abhishek made me watch me him with my wife at office and at home. I couldn’t work like this any more”
“what about the kids”
“I don’t know – I cant take it anymore untill Abhishek is with Priya. Maybe they are made for each other. Can you drop me to my home. Its still in my name you know. Priya will be at the office serving Abhishek. I will stay at home today”
“Abhishek definitely ruined the life of Priya” Diya thought
“I will drop Bhaskar and go to office. I will see if there are any openings in the office for Bhaskar. We will talk about this later don’t worry everything will be fine” Rajeev said and took Bhaskar with him.
Diya knew Priya was in trouble but did not know the solution. She cooked lunch for her and then her phone rang it was Ram Prakash.
“Check your email now” Ram Prakash said
Diya checked the email and it was from the external audit team and her funds were sanctioned. This was important for the permanent staff post that she was aiming for. Now she could become the permanent staff with this achievement. Diya was very happy with the help Ram Prakash gave her.
“Thank you so much Ram Prakash ji” Diya said.
“Now the time to fullfill your promise”
Diya made a promise thinking there would be a review from the audit team for the non presence of the staff but somehow Ram prakash had managed. She knew the consequences of that she had to full fill the promise – a movie date.
“Fine”
“I am coming to pick you up”
“I am not ready yet”
“I ll be there in 30 minutes” Ram Prakash hung up the phone saying that. And Diya was staring at herself. She wanted to tease Ram Prakash.
She picked up a white salwar it was a little sheer type. The salwar had a collar and complete neck was covered. She picked up her favorite orange bra. She wore the salwar and with that a nice legging. She saw the salwar was giving away the Bra. She took a heavy chunni of orrange and many colors. The Chunni was big one almost covering everything.
Ramprakash called and saw Diya walking towards his car. She was completely draped in the chunni and Ram Prakash was completely disappointed.
“Hi”
“Hi Ram Prakash ji”
“Very disappointed with you. I thought you will wear something sexy”
“Is this not sexy”
“No I mean a nice saree or the cleavage salwars. This is full covered”
“Oh.” Diya removed her chunni and threw it on the backseat.
Ram Prakash saw the boobs covered by sheer dress and his dick was up.
“ Damn this hot. Is that orange bra”
“OMG can you see that. I think I should cover it”
Ram prakash saw Diya getting the chunni and stopped her and requested her not to wear the Chunni.
“Even I am disappointed with you Ram Prakash ji”
“Why? What did I do? I already said sorry it was because of the VC”
“Its not about the VC. It’s about you having fun with Harampreet.” Harampreet was the girl that Ram Prakash was having sex with and the pic that Diya took.
“Harampreet. Oh it was because of the VC. VC asked me to set you up for a hot night. I knew you would not agree so I set up Harampreet.” Ram Prakash said
“what VC and you had sex with Harampreet”
“yeah. I mean you know VC he cums very quickly. As soon as Harampreet stripped he came. No stamina” Ram prakash was laughing
Diya was in shock Ram Prakash was telling to her all this with ease . “How did you convince Harampreet?”
“She is a slut”
“Tell me how you convinced her or I am wearing my chunni back”
“You know I was having an affair with Harampreet, before we got close”
“No I didn’t know that. I knew there was some girl I didn’t know Harampreet”
“Well. It was Harampreet. After we got close and after you said I should not talk to any college girls. I kept every one away and I only loved one”
“Don’t take the work love from your mouth” Diya told in a stern voice
“Ok. Harampreet tried contacting me several times but ignored her. When VC wanted me to set you up. I called her and told if she is ok with me meeting her. She agreed. I told my job was in threat and if she sleeps with the VC, I would love her back.”
“And she agreed” Diya didn’t understand why Harampreet behaved like this, is that how her Sister was trapped too like Harampreet was trapped by Ram Prakash.
“yeah. How do you know about me and Harampreet. We are being very discreet off late. Harampreet has a boyfriend and she does not want to break his heart you know. Harampreet is a bitch Diya ji”
“shut up. Did you promise her you would marry her.” Diya asked as Abhishek even promised the same thing to her sister.
Ram Prakash hesitated a bit “Yes, to open her up, you know”
“So you did tell her that you will marry her and now you are saying she is a slut”
“Commom she has a boyfriend and still she sleeps with me or anyone that I tell to. She is a slut”
Diya wanted to slap Ram prakash on face but couldn’t she knew there would be repurcusions of that. They arrived at the mall.
“Hey why don’t you park the car. I will wait in the theatre. I don’t want someone seeing me with you” Diya said to Ram Prakash
“You will not run away will you.”
“No ofcourse not”
Ram Prakash texted her the cinema ticket and went to park the car. Diya could not believe what a bad person Ram Prakash was. There was no point doing a job where she has to compromise. She thought of quitting the job and going back home. Talk to Harampreet about the character of Ram Prakash.
Ramprakash must have trapped Harampreet like Abhishek trapped Priya was the only thought. She was angry on Ram Prakash and Abhishek both. Diya texted Ramesh to pick her up she was at XXX mall and was about to Ramesh when she saw Harampreet at the mall with some guy. Harampreet and guy were sitting and by the expression of it Harampreet was breaking with boyfriend
Harampreet wanted to break up with her boyfriend because she thought she found her true love Ram Prakash. She did not want to cheat her boyfriend more. Diya guessed the same and wanted to stop it. Diya went to say Hi to Harampreet.
“Hi Harampreet. How are you? How did you do the exams.” Diya asked Harampreet. Diya hardly talked to Harampreet in college.
“Hi yeah maam I did good”
“Oh I am sorry for disturbing you”
“You here for shopping” asked Harampreet
“No movie”
“Alone”
“With someone special” Diya winked hoping Harampreet would understood. Harampreet heard of the rumours between Diya and Ram Prakash.
Diya left Harampreet and was going to the movies. She was hoping that Harampreet would follow. Harampreet followed her. Diya entered the cinema area she showed the cinema ticket to the security guard.
“you know the girl in the blue t shirt is my daughter. She is following me from home. Can you tell her I am going to this cinema.” Diya showed the ticket and told the security guard to tell the cinema and auditorium in which she was watching the movie to Harampreet.
Diya went in and was praying Haram preet would take the bait. Ram Prakash was calling Diya. Diya hid herself in the entrance and was waiting if Harampreet would enter. 10 minutes passed and no sign of Harampreet. Then Diya saw Harampreet and walked before her. Diya made sure not to look back. Diya entered the audi and saw the audi was almost empty. It was a malayalam movie and RamPrakash was waiting in his seat. Diya walked towards Ram Prakash
“I thought you ran away” Ram Prakash told Diya
“The whole theatre is empty and you have booked the corner seat. Such lecher you are”
“You promised me a date baby” Ram prakash reminded diya of her promise to date him if he gets the funds needed.
Diya saw Harampreet walking in the audi. Diya wanted Harampreet to listen to the version of Ram Prakash towards her. Diya had an idea of how to do that. Harampreet sat in the same row as that Diya and Ram Prakash. The movie was a malayalam movie and hardly 50 people were present. The movie was a horror one so the Audi was almost dark. Harampreet was observing Ram Prakash and Diya.
Ram had brought her once to such theatre and had romanced with her in such a auditorium. she wanted to confirm it was Ram Prakash.
Ram Prakash hands went on Diya thighs and then her boobs, he was trying to grope her and Diya was avoiding him removing his hands. Harampreet was watching all this.
Diya got up the seat and was coming to the seat on the side of Harampreet. As Diya was coming Ram squeezed her ass. Diya came and sat to the left of Harampree there were 5 seats vacant between Harampreet and Diya and there were 5 seats vacant to the left of Diya now and then there was Ram.
“Thank God” uttered Diya.
40 mins of the movie was over. Diya and Harampreet were watching the movie. Harampreet tried to cover her face with the hands. Diya was not looking at Harampreet. Ram got up and came to the left of Diya. Diya again got up and went and sat on the immediate left of Harampreet. Ram followed
“You promised” Ram spoke
“I did for a movie not for your groping”
“come on it was a romantic scene”
“No. this is not correct I am married. We are just friends”
“Please, I havent slept with a women since two weeks. Please”
Harampreet was hearing all this and could not believe what a liar Ram was, they had sex yesterday.
“No”
“please my goddess please listen to your devotee once”
“No I cant cheat to my husband”
“Its not cheating we are just enjoying movie”
“No”
“Please Please, U promised. I helped you out atleast for that sakes”
“Fine what do you want”
“Blowjob”
“No way I am leaving”
“Please”
“Don’t you love your wife. “
“I do but I love you more. Please. I wish we met earlier” Diya was waiting for this dialogues. Harampreet understood what kind of man Ram Prakash, he begged the same way
“Fine Handjob”
“And I can touch you”
Diya nodded. Ram took her to their previous seats.
Diya dropped the chunni over her and on the pants of Ram. Her dress was covered with the chunni. Ram unzipped his pants and left hand of Diya was on his dick giving him a handjob. Ram hands were on the thighs of Diya.
Unknown to Diya and Harampreet there was one more man filming all this. He was seated in two rows upper to Diya and Ram.
Bhaskar was in tears
“It was a company party. Abhishek was full drunk. My promotion was due that year and I was an Ace employee, Abhishek told me I could get the promotion if I convince Priya to sleep with him. I declined and slapped him.”
“Next day I gave my resignation papers but Abhishek convinced me that he was drunk and all. I was a fool to get convinced by that bastard.”
“Abhishek started visiting my home in the name of some project or the other”
“five or six months back I saw Abhishek in my home on bed with Priya. Part of me says Abhishek tricked Priya and part of me says Priya is a slut”
“its over since that night. Two or three times we were almost on the verge of getting back to life. But…”
Rajeev asked “But….”
“Priya wants divorce she made it clear.” Bhaskar was still in tears “I don’t know why she cheated on me”
“she saw you cheating on her. She came to your office and you were romancing….” Diya was angry on Bhaskar for representing her sister like a slut hiding his part of the story.
Bhaskar was surprised “I told Priya about it. It was temptation. I am sorry for that. May be I am responsible for everything”
“Are you still having an affair with that girl” Rajeev asked
“No it was just that moment. She was some relative of Abhishek. She called me after that several times but I did not respond.” Bhaskar responded
“Why did they take you out of the job. Because of Priya?”
“They didn’t, I quit the job. Abhishek made me watch me him with my wife at office and at home. I couldn’t work like this any more”
“what about the kids”
“I don’t know – I cant take it anymore untill Abhishek is with Priya. Maybe they are made for each other. Can you drop me to my home. Its still in my name you know. Priya will be at the office serving Abhishek. I will stay at home today”
“Abhishek definitely ruined the life of Priya” Diya thought
“I will drop Bhaskar and go to office. I will see if there are any openings in the office for Bhaskar. We will talk about this later don’t worry everything will be fine” Rajeev said and took Bhaskar with him.
Diya knew Priya was in trouble but did not know the solution. She cooked lunch for her and then her phone rang it was Ram Prakash.
“Check your email now” Ram Prakash said
Diya checked the email and it was from the external audit team and her funds were sanctioned. This was important for the permanent staff post that she was aiming for. Now she could become the permanent staff with this achievement. Diya was very happy with the help Ram Prakash gave her.
“Thank you so much Ram Prakash ji” Diya said.
“Now the time to fullfill your promise”
Diya made a promise thinking there would be a review from the audit team for the non presence of the staff but somehow Ram prakash had managed. She knew the consequences of that she had to full fill the promise – a movie date.
“Fine”
“I am coming to pick you up”
“I am not ready yet”
“I ll be there in 30 minutes” Ram Prakash hung up the phone saying that. And Diya was staring at herself. She wanted to tease Ram Prakash.
She picked up a white salwar it was a little sheer type. The salwar had a collar and complete neck was covered. She picked up her favorite orange bra. She wore the salwar and with that a nice legging. She saw the salwar was giving away the Bra. She took a heavy chunni of orrange and many colors. The Chunni was big one almost covering everything.
Ramprakash called and saw Diya walking towards his car. She was completely draped in the chunni and Ram Prakash was completely disappointed.
“Hi”
“Hi Ram Prakash ji”
“Very disappointed with you. I thought you will wear something sexy”
“Is this not sexy”
“No I mean a nice saree or the cleavage salwars. This is full covered”
“Oh.” Diya removed her chunni and threw it on the backseat.
Ram Prakash saw the boobs covered by sheer dress and his dick was up.
“ Damn this hot. Is that orange bra”
“OMG can you see that. I think I should cover it”
Ram prakash saw Diya getting the chunni and stopped her and requested her not to wear the Chunni.
“Even I am disappointed with you Ram Prakash ji”
“Why? What did I do? I already said sorry it was because of the VC”
“Its not about the VC. It’s about you having fun with Harampreet.” Harampreet was the girl that Ram Prakash was having sex with and the pic that Diya took.
“Harampreet. Oh it was because of the VC. VC asked me to set you up for a hot night. I knew you would not agree so I set up Harampreet.” Ram Prakash said
“what VC and you had sex with Harampreet”
“yeah. I mean you know VC he cums very quickly. As soon as Harampreet stripped he came. No stamina” Ram prakash was laughing
Diya was in shock Ram Prakash was telling to her all this with ease . “How did you convince Harampreet?”
“She is a slut”
“Tell me how you convinced her or I am wearing my chunni back”
“You know I was having an affair with Harampreet, before we got close”
“No I didn’t know that. I knew there was some girl I didn’t know Harampreet”
“Well. It was Harampreet. After we got close and after you said I should not talk to any college girls. I kept every one away and I only loved one”
“Don’t take the work love from your mouth” Diya told in a stern voice
“Ok. Harampreet tried contacting me several times but ignored her. When VC wanted me to set you up. I called her and told if she is ok with me meeting her. She agreed. I told my job was in threat and if she sleeps with the VC, I would love her back.”
“And she agreed” Diya didn’t understand why Harampreet behaved like this, is that how her Sister was trapped too like Harampreet was trapped by Ram Prakash.
“yeah. How do you know about me and Harampreet. We are being very discreet off late. Harampreet has a boyfriend and she does not want to break his heart you know. Harampreet is a bitch Diya ji”
“shut up. Did you promise her you would marry her.” Diya asked as Abhishek even promised the same thing to her sister.
Ram Prakash hesitated a bit “Yes, to open her up, you know”
“So you did tell her that you will marry her and now you are saying she is a slut”
“Commom she has a boyfriend and still she sleeps with me or anyone that I tell to. She is a slut”
Diya wanted to slap Ram prakash on face but couldn’t she knew there would be repurcusions of that. They arrived at the mall.
“Hey why don’t you park the car. I will wait in the theatre. I don’t want someone seeing me with you” Diya said to Ram Prakash
“You will not run away will you.”
“No ofcourse not”
Ram Prakash texted her the cinema ticket and went to park the car. Diya could not believe what a bad person Ram Prakash was. There was no point doing a job where she has to compromise. She thought of quitting the job and going back home. Talk to Harampreet about the character of Ram Prakash.
Ramprakash must have trapped Harampreet like Abhishek trapped Priya was the only thought. She was angry on Ram Prakash and Abhishek both. Diya texted Ramesh to pick her up she was at XXX mall and was about to Ramesh when she saw Harampreet at the mall with some guy. Harampreet and guy were sitting and by the expression of it Harampreet was breaking with boyfriend
Harampreet wanted to break up with her boyfriend because she thought she found her true love Ram Prakash. She did not want to cheat her boyfriend more. Diya guessed the same and wanted to stop it. Diya went to say Hi to Harampreet.
“Hi Harampreet. How are you? How did you do the exams.” Diya asked Harampreet. Diya hardly talked to Harampreet in college.
“Hi yeah maam I did good”
“Oh I am sorry for disturbing you”
“You here for shopping” asked Harampreet
“No movie”
“Alone”
“With someone special” Diya winked hoping Harampreet would understood. Harampreet heard of the rumours between Diya and Ram Prakash.
Diya left Harampreet and was going to the movies. She was hoping that Harampreet would follow. Harampreet followed her. Diya entered the cinema area she showed the cinema ticket to the security guard.
“you know the girl in the blue t shirt is my daughter. She is following me from home. Can you tell her I am going to this cinema.” Diya showed the ticket and told the security guard to tell the cinema and auditorium in which she was watching the movie to Harampreet.
Diya went in and was praying Haram preet would take the bait. Ram Prakash was calling Diya. Diya hid herself in the entrance and was waiting if Harampreet would enter. 10 minutes passed and no sign of Harampreet. Then Diya saw Harampreet and walked before her. Diya made sure not to look back. Diya entered the audi and saw the audi was almost empty. It was a malayalam movie and RamPrakash was waiting in his seat. Diya walked towards Ram Prakash
“I thought you ran away” Ram Prakash told Diya
“The whole theatre is empty and you have booked the corner seat. Such lecher you are”
“You promised me a date baby” Ram prakash reminded diya of her promise to date him if he gets the funds needed.
Diya saw Harampreet walking in the audi. Diya wanted Harampreet to listen to the version of Ram Prakash towards her. Diya had an idea of how to do that. Harampreet sat in the same row as that Diya and Ram Prakash. The movie was a malayalam movie and hardly 50 people were present. The movie was a horror one so the Audi was almost dark. Harampreet was observing Ram Prakash and Diya.
Ram had brought her once to such theatre and had romanced with her in such a auditorium. she wanted to confirm it was Ram Prakash.
Ram Prakash hands went on Diya thighs and then her boobs, he was trying to grope her and Diya was avoiding him removing his hands. Harampreet was watching all this.
Diya got up the seat and was coming to the seat on the side of Harampreet. As Diya was coming Ram squeezed her ass. Diya came and sat to the left of Harampree there were 5 seats vacant between Harampreet and Diya and there were 5 seats vacant to the left of Diya now and then there was Ram.
“Thank God” uttered Diya.
40 mins of the movie was over. Diya and Harampreet were watching the movie. Harampreet tried to cover her face with the hands. Diya was not looking at Harampreet. Ram got up and came to the left of Diya. Diya again got up and went and sat on the immediate left of Harampreet. Ram followed
“You promised” Ram spoke
“I did for a movie not for your groping”
“come on it was a romantic scene”
“No. this is not correct I am married. We are just friends”
“Please, I havent slept with a women since two weeks. Please”
Harampreet was hearing all this and could not believe what a liar Ram was, they had sex yesterday.
“No”
“please my goddess please listen to your devotee once”
“No I cant cheat to my husband”
“Its not cheating we are just enjoying movie”
“No”
“Please Please, U promised. I helped you out atleast for that sakes”
“Fine what do you want”
“Blowjob”
“No way I am leaving”
“Please”
“Don’t you love your wife. “
“I do but I love you more. Please. I wish we met earlier” Diya was waiting for this dialogues. Harampreet understood what kind of man Ram Prakash, he begged the same way
“Fine Handjob”
“And I can touch you”
Diya nodded. Ram took her to their previous seats.
Diya dropped the chunni over her and on the pants of Ram. Her dress was covered with the chunni. Ram unzipped his pants and left hand of Diya was on his dick giving him a handjob. Ram hands were on the thighs of Diya.
Unknown to Diya and Harampreet there was one more man filming all this. He was seated in two rows upper to Diya and Ram.