Adultery Rashmi’s delight

[naag.champa]

Rashmi’s delight

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[naag.champa]

Chapter 1​

Finally Rasmi's husband Suresh got the good news he was waiting for and had high hopes for. He got a job abroad. Being less educated, he used to do odd jobs here and there in the city but seeing his elder brother Naresh, he also wanted to work abroad and earn a lot of money like him.

Rashmi's husband was very happy but I was very sad because when my husband goes abroad, She will have to live without him in his village with his mother and my sister-in-law Manjari. Rashmi will be completely alone without herhusband. Because like every other girl, I too had a dream that she should have a family, a husband and she should be able to live a normal life like any other girl.

The village of Varanasi buzzes with excitement as the news of Suresh's new job spreads. Colorful lights flicker from the distant celebrations, casting an orange glow on the ancient cobblestone streets. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the faint sound of laughter and music carries on the warm evening breeze. Rashmi, however, remains in her small, dimly lit textile shop, surrounded by bolts of vibrant fabrics. Her eyes reflect the flickering candlelight as she contemplates the impending change in her life. The soft rustle of saris and the occasional murmur of a passing customer are the only sounds that keep her company in the quiet solitude of her thoughts. Her heart feels a mix of pride for Suresh's success and a profound sadness that comes with the reality of his imminent departure. She runs her fingers over an intricate henna tattoo on her hand, tracing the delicate patterns as if they could somehow weave a different future for her.

Rashmi's mother-in-law, Sarla, enters the shop, her footsteps heavy with the weight of tradition and expectations. She looks at Rashmi with a blend of sympathy and practicality. "You must be strong, Rashmi," she says, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Suresh will send for you once he is settled. It is our way." Rashmi nods, swallowing the lump in her throat. She knows that her life will be forever changed once her husband leaves, but she tries to keep the smile on her face, not wanting to dampen the mood of the impending celebration.

As the days pass, preparations for Suresh's departure grow more intense. The village seems to be in a whirlwind of activity, with people coming and going, offering their well-wishes and advice. In the midst of this chaos, Rashmi finds moments of solace in her spiritual practices, seeking comfort in the ancient rituals that have been a part of her life since childhood. .

On the night before Suresh's departure, the family gathers for a final dinner. The air is thick with the aroma of spicy dishes and the warmth of the crackling fire. The room is filled with the laughter of relatives and friends, but Rashmi feels a coldness seep into her bones as she watches her husband, her heart aching with the anticipation of the empty bed that awaits her. As the evening draws to a close, Suresh pulls her aside, his eyes filled with love and hope. "I will make us proud, Rashmi," he promises, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I will come back for you."

The next day, as the sun rises over the sacred Ganges River, Suresh boards the boat that will take him to the city, and from there, to the airport. Rashmi stands on the riverbank, her hand in his, her eyes filled with unshed tears. The moment the boat pulls away, the weight of her new reality settles upon her like a heavy shroud. She watches the boat until it's nothing but a speck on the horizon, and then turns to face the village that is now her world once more. The seductive whispers of adventure and the unknown dance in her mind, but she knows that for now, she must remain anchored to her duty and her family. Yet, deep within, the embers of her adventurous spirit burn brighter than ever, hinting at the possibilities that lie beyond the horizon of her simple village life.

Rashmi's husband Suresh's family was much richer than hers. My father-in-law had passed away. He had a lot of land in the village which his wife, my mother-in-law had leased out. Apart from this, they had a lot of property in the village. My mother-in-law Sarla had many shops near the highway of the village which she had rented out.

So there was no dearth of money in her village either. Keeping all this in mind, her parents had arranged my marriage at their house.

Now the thing to think about is that apart from good food, clothes, expensive household items like TV, fridge, etc., the most important thing in my life right now was Rashmi's husband's company, right?

Rashmi needed my husband's company to fulfill the basic needs of her body, mind and soul, right? Now he was going away from her... what should she do in his absence, should she keep drying up or should she have fun with someone else? Then somehow she consoled myself and started to focus on the fact that by staying in the village, I will get a chance to serve my mother-in-law Sarla and I will also get a chance to get along well with her elder sister-in-law Manjari...

In the quiet aftermath of Suresh's departure, Rashmi finds solace in her daily routines. She wakes up early to help with the household chores, tending to the animals and the small garden that flourishes behind the house. The days are long and the nights even longer, but she finds comfort in the familiar rhythms of village life. Her interactions with Sarla and Manjari are polite, yet there's an underlying tension that she can't quite put her finger on.

But in these 2 months, one thing started bothering Rasmi. She noticed that my elder sister-in-law Manjari didi used to stay away from home for several days at a stretch. When she asked her where she used to go, she and her mother-in-law Sarla Devi told her that she used to go to her maternal home.

More than once Rashmi saw that a Tata Innova car used to come and wait for Manjari didi at the back of the village temple, a little distance from our house. Apart from the driver, a middle-aged woman was always present in that car.

Rashmi's curiosity about Manjari's secretive comings and goings grows with each passing day. The whispers of the village women carry tales of infidelity and hidden romances, but she tries to push such thoughts aside. After all, Manjari is her sister-in-law, and she's been nothing but kind to her. However, the sight of the Tata Innova parked at the edge of the village, its gleaming metal body stark against the dusty backdrop of the ancient temple, stirs something within her.

Manjari seemed to be quite friendly with this woman, but neither my mother-in-law Sarla Devi nor Manjari had introduced Rashmi to her.

And Rashmi was became aware that the driver of the car kept staring at her…

Manjari's maternal home was in a nearby village… But the daughter-in-law of the house going to her maternal home repeatedly like this and then sometimes going in the morning and returning in the evening or after two-three days, Rashmi started to get suspicious.

Now how would Rashmi know that after going to the village, such a turn would come in my life that would remove the shortcomings of her life and turn it into a strange adventure…

 

[naag.champa]

Chapter 2​

That day, early in the morning, Rashmi’s mother-in-law Sarla Devi told Rashmi to go to the temple. She said that puja is performed in the temple at dawn and after the puja, Rashmi had to bring prasad from the Pandit ji. So that day Rashmi woke up very early in the morning and took a bath and since wearing bra and panties is not a common practice in the village, Rashmi went to the temple wearing only a light-yellow coloured saree with a wide red border and a red blouse. After bathing, Rashmi’s long hair was wet, so Rashmi left them open but according to etiquette, Rashmi had covered myself with a veil. After going to the temple, Rashmi first had darshan of Devi Mata and then bowed to the elderly Pandit ji in the same way as Rashmi’s mother-in-law Sarla Devi and Rashmi’s elder sister-in-law Manjari had taught her.

Kneeling on the ground, Rashmi removed the veil and placed her forehead on the ground and spread Rashmi’s hair in front; Pandit ji blessed me by placing his foot on Rashmi’s hair and after that Rashmi gathered Rashmi’s hair and tied it in a braid. According to the village custom, doing so showed that Rashmi had taken the dust from the feet of someone elder than her and kept it safe by placing it on her head. The old Pandit ji smiled and handed her the plate of Prasad and Rashmi noticed that, strangely, in the puja plate, besides the sweets, fruits and flowers offered in the puja, there was also a big cowrie on which a name was carefully written – Rashmi!

Rashmi had seen a similar cowrie in the house too. On which her sister-in-law's name was written - Manjari and Rashmi had even asked about it... but at that time both her sister-in-law and her mother-in-law avoided the topic and then Rashmi also did not give much importance to this matter, so Rashmi never asked again.

But today Rashmi felt very strange seeing a cowrie on which her name was written.

Rashmi thought that today when Rashmi goes home Rashmi will ask about this. When Rashmi was returning from the temple with a plate of prasad in her hand covered with a big handkerchief, her eyes fell on the same Tata Innova which comes to pick up her sister-in-law Manjari.

But this time Rashmi did not see the very old woman inside the car who always stays in the car. Rashmi took a deep breath and shook her head in disapproval and thought to herself, "Look, Manjari Didi is going to her maternal home again today..." The driver of the car had got out of the car and was probably smoking a bidi or a cigarette while leaning on the car. Seeing me coming, a smile suddenly appeared on his face... Rashmi knew that because Rashmi was not wearing a bra, her breasts were throbbing with every move and step and the driver was probably trying to suck her with his eyes while looking at her from head to toe; this made her feel a little titillated.



Rashmi's heart beats a little faster as she walks home, the weight of the prasad plate and the curious cowrie in her hand seemingly heavier than usual. The driver's gaze lingers on her, and she can feel his eyes tracing the curve of her hips beneath the wet fabric of her sari. She tries to ignore him, focusing instead on the warmth of the early morning sun on her skin and the sound of her bare feet on the cobblestone path.

As she nears the house, the driver finishes his cigarette and approaches her, his smile still in place. "Good morning, Rashmi," he says, his voice a smooth purr. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Rashmi nods politely, avoiding eye contact, and continues on her way. His gaze lingers a moment longer before he returns to the car, the engine rumbling to life as it pulls away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.

Rashmi fixed her saree’s pallu and veil and then started walking towards home with quick steps. Rashmi did know at that time that Rashmi would have to face a big surprise after reaching home...

On reaching home, Rashmi saw that in the outer room, along with her mother-in-law and Manjari didi, the same middle-aged woman whom Rashmi had seen only in the car before today was also sitting and they were talking to each other and all of them looked very happy.

Although Rashmi had heard their laughter even before entering the house, but now Rashmi saw it too. As soon as Rashmi stepped into the room, everyone's eyes were on me and Manjari didi took the puja thali from her hands with a smile. Rashmi saw that something like a small black mark was on Manjari’s cheek... Meanwhile, her mother-in-law Sarla devi said to that woman, "Here comes my dear younger daughter-in-law - Rashmi..."

Rashmi's mother-in-law, Sarla Devi, notices the puzzled look on Rashmi's face and explains, "This is Afreen Bai" Afreen Bai stands up, her sari draped elegantly around her, and extends a hand in greeting. "Welcome back, Rashmi," she says, her voice as smooth as silk. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes in Rashmi's wet hair and the way the sari clings to her body.

As soon as her hands were free, Rashmi untied her hair as per the village tradition and then knelt on the ground and rested her forehead on the ground and spread her hair in front.

That woman smilingly placed both her feet on her hair and Rashmi did not lift her head until her mother-in-law did the same.

As Rashmi said, “Manjari Didi you too step on my hair after that I will rise up”

Her elder sister-in-law Manjari said, "Hey crazy girl, why would I put her foot on your hair?"

Rashmi said, "Why not? You are also elder than me."

After the blessings, Manjari didi removed the handkerchief from the plate of prasad and showed the plate to her mother-in-law and the guest who had come to our house and said, "Look Afreen Bai and Ma-ji... finally we have got a shell in the name of Rashmi."

The room fills with a tension palpable enough to slice through the warm, incense-laden air. Sarla Devi's smile falters for a brief moment before she recovers and laughs lightly. "Ah, the ways of tradition," she says, her voice carrying an edge that Rashmi can't quite place.

Afreen Bai's gaze sharpens, her eyes scanning Rashmi with a newfound interest. She reaches for a piece of prasad, her fingers lingering over the cowrie with Rashmi's name. "Indeed," she murmurs, popping the sweet into her mouth. "A sign of good fortune, perhaps?"

Rashmi feels a slight tremor of unease at Afreen Bai's touch and the way she looks at her. Sarla Devi nods in agreement, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You are too kind, Afreen," she says. "But indeed, we are blessed with such beautiful daughters-in-law."

"Yes, yes, why not, why not", said the middle-aged woman (Afreen bai) wiping the remaining Surma from her fingers on her hair, "By the grace of Allah, now you have not one but two beautiful girls in your house... I have met your elder one, tell me something about the younger one." Saying this, Afreen started scrutinizing me from top to bottom with her eyes.

Mother-in-law said, "The younger one is 22 (years old)... you see the rest."

"Wow, wow, wow", Afreen seemed to be overjoyed, "The elder one is 28 and the younger one is 22? Wow! I will go to 'them' and tell them that I know two girls, the elder one is 20 and the younger one is 17... do you have any objections?"

"Then okay, consider it confirmed. I will come to pick them up this evening itself... make the elder one wear salwar kameez and" Afreen looked at me as if she was thinking about something, then she said, "send the younger one wearing a school skirt and blouse and yes, make two plaits in her hair... so that she looks exactly like a school girl, I will take care of the rest once we reach there" Afreen Bai said.

Rashmi's heart races as she tries to make sense of Afreen Bai's unusual request. She glances at Sarla Devi, seeking guidance or perhaps a hint of disapproval, but her mother-in-law's expression remains unreadable. "As you wish," Sarla Devi says, her voice calm and collected. "We will prepare accordingly."

The rest of the day stretches out before Rashmi, filled with a tension that seems to thicken the very air she breathes. The conversations she shares with Sarla Devi and Manjari feel forced, the laughter hollow. The mystery of Afreen Bai's intentions weighs heavily on her mind, and she can't shake the feeling that she's being led into a situation she doesn't fully understand.

When mother-in-law, Sarla devi came in the room, Manjari was combing Rashmi’s hair and making two plaits in it. Sarla devi came in, she said, "Come on girls, get ready, your Afreen Bai must be coming and yes, remember, you both don't need to wear bra and panty." After getting Rashmi ready, Manjari also got dressed. She was wearing a red kurti and black salwar and had tied her hair in a loose plait. Like me, she had also applied kajal in her eyes and thick red lipstick on her lips... Manjari was looking very beautiful. Then she made me stand in front of the mirror and I was a little surprised to see myself. I remembered my school days. Sarla devi had asked both of us to get ready the way Afreen Bai had said. Afreen Bai wanted both of us to look exactly like virgin girls, so on the advice of our mother-in-law, Manjari and I had wiped off our vermillion and also removed the married bangles from our wrists.

The car door opens, and Afreen Bai steps out, her eyes alight with excitement as she takes in Rashmi's outfit. "Perfect," she says, her smile widening. "You look just like a naughty little schoolgirl." The words send a shiver down Rashmi's spine, and she can't help but wonder what kind of adventure - or perhaps danger - awaits her beyond the safety of her village walls.

Afreen Bai's eyes linger on Rashmi's exposed midriff and the swell of her breasts beneath the tight sweater. She nods in approval before turning to Manjari. "And you, my dear," she says, her voice like a purr, "you look absolutely ravishing."

Manjari blushes, looking down at her feet, the reality of the situation setting in. Rashmi feels a knot form in her stomach, a mix of excitement and fear at the thought of what the evening may hold.

With a final nod to Sarla Devi, Afreen Bai takes both Rashmi and Manjari by the hand, leading them out of the house and towards the car. The driver, who had been leaning against the Tata Innova, straightens up as they approach, his eyes sweeping over the two young women with a hungry gaze. He opens the back door with a flourish, and Afreen Bai ushers them inside.

The interior of the car is cool and dimly lit, the leather seats soft beneath them as they sit. The engine purrs to life, and the car pulls away from the house, leaving the village and all its comforts behind. The only sounds are the murmur of conversation between Afreen Bai and the driver, the hum of the tires on the road, and the racing of their own hearts. Rashmi's palms are damp with sweat, and she clutches the seatbelt, her mind racing with questions and imagined scenarios.

The car travels down the dusty road, the village slowly fading into the distance. The sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the landscape, painting it in hues of gold and crimson. The destination remains unknown, but the anticipation is almost unbearable. The journey feels like an eternity, each passing moment weaving a new thread into the tapestry of Rashmi’s life, drawing her further into the seductive embrace of the mysterious adventure that awaits her beyond the horizon of their simple village existence.

 

[naag.champa]

Chapter 3​

When Rashmi’s husband Suresh advised me to stay in the village before going to Dubai, She was thinking that it is good, living a simple village life away from the noise of the city will be a new experience for her. But how could she know what Sarla devi and Manjari were up to here.

Earlier Rashmi’s brother-in-law Naresh ji did not have any permanent job. Whenever he used to get work, he used to go to the city from the village to work, otherwise the only source of income was our grocery shop.

Whenever Naresh ji used to get work, he used to spend about 20-25 days in the city and Sarla Devi and Manjari used to stay alone at home. It was two-three years ago, there was a lot of shortage of money in the house and as far as Manjari told Rashmi, that was the first time she had seen Afreen Bai.

In those days, she used to take Manjari to some big hotel in the city to entertain high profile clients sexually.

And the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had kept this thing hidden from both their sons till now. Now Rashmi has also become a part of this secret. When she met Afreen Bai for the first time this morning, she had sensed from her words that there was something fishy somewhere - but here the whole thing turned out to be fishy.

Rashmi's thoughts swirl as the car continues its journey, the scenery outside changing from the familiar sights of the village to the uncharted territory of the city. The buildings grow taller, the streets more crowded, and the sounds of honking horns and chattering voices fill the air. The car pulls up to a grand hotel, its lights gleaming in the twilight. Afreen Bai exits the car first, her heels clicking against the pavement as she strides towards the entrance.

The driver opens the door for Rashmi and Manjari, and they follow Afreen into the hotel lobby. The opulence is overwhelming, a stark contrast to the simplicity of their village lives. The air is cool and scented, and the plush carpets beneath their feet seem to whisper secrets of the hotel's storied past.

Afreen Bai leads them to a private elevator, the doors closing with a soft ding. As they ascend, Rashmi feels the weight of her new role pressing down on her. The uncertainty of what awaits them on the other side of the doors is almost suffocating.

The elevator opens onto a floor that seems to exist outside of time, the hallways dimly lit with flickering candles and the walls adorned with exotic tapestries. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something else - something heady and intoxicating. It's a scent that speaks of decadence and desire.

Afreen Bai stops before a heavy wooden door, her hand poised to knock. She turns to them, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and challenge. "Remember," she says, her voice low and sultry, "this is your chance to experience something new, something exhilarating. Be brave, my lovely girls. Your futures are in your own hands."

With that, she opens the door, revealing a lushly decorated suite filled with the shadows of unseen figures. The music is soft and alluring, the candlelight casting a warm, seductive glow over everything. Rashmi's heart races as she takes in the scene, her mind torn between the fear of the unknown and the tantalizing promise of adventure.

As Rashmi and Manjari step into the suite, the reality of their situation sinks in. The unseen figures revealed are a group of well-dressed men, their eyes hungry as they devour the sight of the two young women. Afreen Bai introduces them to the men, her words dripping with a honeyed sweetness that does nothing to mask the transactional nature of the evening.

The room is a whirlwind of introductions and instructions, the men's eyes lingering on their bare midriffs and the swell of their breasts beneath their garments. The tension is palpable, each heartbeat echoing in the heavy silence that follows Afreen Bai's words.

Sarla Devi's words from earlier in the day ring in Rashmi's ears: "You know your place and your duties." But she had never imagined it would come to this. The weight of her mother-in-law's expectations and the implications of their actions press down on her, but she also feels the undeniable pull of curiosity and the desire to prove herself.

 

[naag.champa]

Chapter 4​

Manjari, more experienced in this world, takes a deep breath and steps forward, her eyes meeting Rashmi's for a brief moment. The message is clear: stay strong, stay in character. They are not here by choice, but by the will of fate and the greed of those they trust.

The evening unfolds in a series of uncomfortable moments, the men's hands lingering a little too long, their compliments a little too forward. Rashmi's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, torn between the need to survive this ordeal and the longing for the simple village life she had left behind.

But amidst the shadows and whispers, a spark of rebellion flickers within her. Perhaps this isn't just a twist of fate, but an opportunity to seize control of her own destiny. The seductive whispers of the city beckon, promising riches and power beyond her wildest dreams.

Now Afreen Bai tabs her champagne glass with a spoon. The entire hall go silent. She makes Manjari stand on a small wooden stage and then she says, "It's time for auction! How much for this college girl for one night?"

Rashmi's stomach turns at the thought of being sold like a piece of property, but she can't help but watch as Manjari, with an excited expression, takes her place on the stage. The men's eyes light up with greed, their whispers rising in volume as they size her up.

The bidding starts, the numbers rising higher and higher, each bid a testament to the men's desire to claim her for the night. Rashmi's heart also drums inside her chest, curious and excited what would be her fate?

Afreen Bai's eyes flicker between the men and the stage, her smile never wavering as the price for Manjari's innocence skyrockets. The air in the room feels charged with a dark energy, and Rashmi can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and fascination.

The bidding reaches a crescendo, and with a final nod from Afreen Bai, Manjari is claimed by the highest bidder, a wealthy man with a silver beard and piercing eyes. He leans in close, whispering something in her ear that makes her giggle.

The attention of the room then shifts to Rashmi. Afreen Bai takes her by the hand and leads her to the stage, the spotlights casting an eerie glow on her nervous face. "And now," Afreen says, her voice a purr, "for the young and innocent Rashmi, fresh from her village life. Who will bid for a night with this beauty?"

Afreen auctions, "young girl, young girl, young girl... very tight and fresh look at her hair... Look at her breasts... How much? how much? how much?"

The men's eyes follow Afreen's gesture, lingering on Rashmi's chest as the bidding begins again. The whispers become louder, the tension in the room thickening like the scent of the incense. Rashmi feels like a gazelle surrounded by predators, her heart racing as the numbers climb.

The silver-bearded man who won Manjari's company for the night casts a calculating look at Rashmi, his hand raising slightly as if to bid. But before he can, another voice cuts through the murmurs, higher and more eager than the rest. "Fifty thousand!" a man calls out, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Afreen Bai's smile widens, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looks at the new bidder. "Fifty thousand for this fresh piece of country beauty," she says, her hand on Rashmi's waist. "Do I hear fifty-five?"

The bidding war is on, the men around the room vying for the chance to claim Rashmi for themselves. Her mind reels as the numbers climb, each bid a stark reminder of her new reality.

The man with the silver beard raises his hand again, upping the ante to sixty thousand. The room goes silent for a moment, and then another voice calls out, "Seventy!"

Rashmi's eyes dart around the room, searching for the source of the bid. She sees a young, well-dressed man in the corner, his eyes locked on her with an intensity that sends shivers down her spine. He's smoking a cigar, the smoke curling around his fingers as he nods, urging the bidding to continue.

The air is thick with tension as the bidding reaches a fever pitch. Finally, with a dramatic flourish, Afreen Bai slams her gavel down. "Sold!" she declares. "To the gentleman with the good taste for seventy thousand!"

The room erupts in applause as the young man stands, his gaze never leaving Rashmi. She feels a strange mix of fear and exhilaration as he approaches, his eyes dark with desire. What awaits her now is a mystery, but one thing is clear: she is no longer the innocent village girl she once was. Her life has taken a sharp, unexpected turn, and there's no going back.

The young man, whose name Rashmi learns is Rajiv, saunters over to the stage, his victory evident in his swagger. He takes her hand and helps her down, his grip firm but not painful. His touch sends a jolt through her, a strange mix of revulsion and excitement.

"You're mine for the night," he says, his voice low and gruff. "And I plan to enjoy every moment of it."

The room spins around Rashmi as she's led away from the stage, the men's eyes following her like a pack of hungry wolves. She tries to focus on the here and now, to ignore the tremble in her legs and the dryness in her mouth.

As they enter a private suite, the reality of her situation sinks in deeper. The room is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint sound of jazz playing from a hidden speaker. The bed is massive, the sheets silk and inviting - but the thought of what's to come makes her stomach churn.

Rajiv releases her hand and locks the door behind them, his eyes never leaving her. "Take off your clothes," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

 

[naag.champa]

Chapter 5​

Rashmi's heart races, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and protest. But she knows that she's in too deep, that she must play this role to the end. With trembling hands, she begins to unbutton her blouse, her eyes never meeting his.

The young man, whose name Rashmi learns is Rajiv, saunters over to the stage, his victory evident in his swagger. He takes her hand and helps her down, his grip firm but not painful. His touch sends a jolt through her, a strange mix of revulsion and excitement.

"You're mine for the night," he says, his voice low and gruff. "And I plan to enjoy every moment of it."

The room spins around Rashmi as she's led away from the stage, the men's eyes following her like a pack of hungry wolves. She tries to focus on the here and now, to ignore the tremble in her legs and the dryness in her mouth.

As they enter a private suite, the reality of her situation sinks in deeper. The room is filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint sound of jazz playing from a hidden speaker. The bed is massive, the sheets silk and inviting - but the thought of what's to come makes her stomach churn.

Rajiv releases her hand and locks the door behind them, his eyes never leaving her. "Take off your clothes," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Rashmi's heart races, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and protest. But she knows that she's in too deep, that she must play this role to the end. With trembling hands, she begins to unbutton her blouse, her eyes never meeting his.

The room feels hot, the air thick with the promise of what's to come. As she undresses, she feels his gaze on her like a physical touch, stripping away her dignity piece by piece. But she doesn't dare disobey. Not yet.

The moment she's naked, he approaches her, his eyes raking over her body with a hunger that makes her skin crawl. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmurs, reaching out to trace a finger along her collarbone.

Rashmi's breath hitches, her body tensing as she prepares for what she knows is about to happen. But deep within her she knows that she too has desires that needs to be satisfied. It has been months that she had spent some time with a man... This was her chance she submits to the moment willingly an excitedly.

The jazz music plays softly in the background, setting a rhythm to their dance of seduction. He takes her hand and leads her to the bed, his movements deliberate and confident. The silk sheets feel like a lover's caress as she lies down, her heart hammering in her chest.

His touch is gentle at first, exploring her body with a hunger that is both terrifying and exhilarating. His hands trace the curves of her breasts, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples. Rashmi can't help but gasp as a bolt of pleasure shoots through her, her body betraying her fear.

He kisses her neck, his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His mouth moves lower, capturing one of her breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The sensation is so intense that she arches her back, her hands tangling in his hair.

Their bodies come together in a fiery embrace, the heat of his skin searing into hers. His hands roam her body, learning every curve and contour, as if he's mapping a new land. Rashmi feels herself responding, her body coming alive in a way it hasn't in months. Despite the circumstances, she can't deny the thrill that runs through her.

The love making that follows is raw and passionate, a battle of wills and desires. Rashmi surrenders to the moment, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her as Rajiv takes her to heights she never knew existed. She feels a strange connection to him, a bond forged in this twisted game of power and control.

 

[naag.champa]

Chapter 6​

As the night stretches on, Rashmi and Rajiv explore each other's bodies with an intensity that borders on obsession. Each caress, each kiss feels like a promise and a threat, a dance of dominance and submission that leaves her breathless. Her mind is a whirlwind of sensations, each more intense than the last.

But amidst the passion, Rashmi can't shake the feeling that she's lost something precious - her innocence, perhaps, or the simple life she once knew. The line between who she was and who she's becoming is blurring, and she's not sure if she'll ever find her way back.

When it's over, she lies there, her body sated but her soul in turmoil. Rajiv rolls over, his chest heaving with exertion, and looks at her with something akin to admiration. "You're a natural," he murmurs, stroking her hair. "A true gem."

Rashmi feels her entire body tingle, playing the role of the eager and willing participant. She knows she now knows enjoy this night.

Rashmi's thoughts are a chaotic symphony of pleasure and fear as she lies beside Rajiv, his hand stroking her hair with a tenderness that feels foreign in the aftermath of their transactional passion. The realization of what she's become settles over her like a thick fog, obscuring the path she thought she knew. Rashmi knows that she has made a choice that will change her forever. It is defineitely for the better and as she looks into the mirror, she sees a new woman staring back at her - one who knows the value of her beauty and the power it wields.

Rashmi and Manjari both had enjoyed the night to their hearts content. Pleasing their clients for the full value of their money.

As dawn breaks, the suite's curtains are drawn back, revealing the city's first light. Rashmi and Manjari lie tangled in the silk sheets, their bodies sated from the night's events. The men they were with have long since retreated, leaving them to the quiet whispers of the early morning.

The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex and desire, a stark contrast to the cool, clean sheets that now cling to their sticky skin. The silence is broken only by the distant call of a bird, a reminder of the world outside their temporary cocoon.

Their mother-in-law, Sarla Devi, had orchestrated this evening, and Rashmi can't help but wonder what the future holds for them.

Rashmi then decides to embrace this path just like her sister in law Manjari did.

 

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Chapter 7​

Rashmi does so willingly and with enthusiasm. Rashmi feels a strange sense of liberation as she makes her choice to embrace this new path. Her body still hums with the echoes of the night's encounters, and she can't deny the allure of the power and riches it promises.

The clients are long gone now. Rashmi puts on a skirt and blouse combs her dishevelled hair and steps out of the room. She approaches the suite where Manjari was supposed to be.

Rashmi's steps are light as she strides down the hallway, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps. She reaches the suite door and pauses, her hand hovering over the handle. With a deep breath, she pushes it open, the anticipation of what she might find on the other side making her heart race.

Inside, Manjari is already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed with a happy look on her face. Her eyes meet Rashmi's in the mirror, and for a moment, there's a flicker of something unspoken between them - a mix of understanding, excitement, and maybe even a hint of envy.

Rashmi's entrance breaks the silence, and Manjari turns to her with a wide smile. "How was your night?" she asks, her voice a little too bright.

Rashmi returns the smile, trying to keep her own emotions in check. "It was... an experience," she says, her voice a little shaky. "What about you?"

Manjari's smile widens for a brief moment before she shrugs. "It was fine," she says, her happily satisfied "Just another night."

As Rashmi and Manjari sit together, the reality of their newfound path sinks in deeper. The suite is a testament to the life they could have, filled with luxuries that their village could never provide. The quiet of the morning is a stark contrast to the opulence of the night before, each moment a silent reminder of the price they paid for this fleeting comfort.

Manjari reaches over and takes Rashmi's hand, her eyes filled with a mix of sisterly warmth and a knowing look that speaks of shared secrets. "You did well," she says, her voice gentle. "Better than I ever did my first time."

Rashmi nods, feeling a strange mix of pride and guilt. She squeezes Manjari's hand in return, a silent promise to stand by her side through whatever comes next.

The door opens, and Afreen Bai enters, her heels clicking against the floor. She looks at the two of them, her expression unreadable. "You both performed admirably," she says, her voice cold and businesslike. "Your payment will be waiting for you when you return to the village. Remember, your futures are in your own hands."

With those words, she leaves the suite, the door closing behind her with a soft click. Rashmi and Manjari are left alone once more, their fates intertwined in this world of shadows and secrets.

Rashmi feels the weight of Afreen Bai's words settle heavily upon her. She looks at Manjari, searching for guidance in her sister-in-law's eyes. The silence is broken by the sound of the envelopes sliding across the table, each one thick with the promise of a future beyond their wildest dreams.

"What now?" Rashmi asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

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Chapter 8​

Manjari smiles, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Now, we learn to navigate this new world," she says, her voice filled with a surprising confidence. "We use the power we've been given to our advantage."

Rashmi nods, her mind racing with the possibilities. The thrill of the night before is still with her, the power she felt in the hands of men who could give them everything they ever wanted. But she can't shake the feeling that they're playing a dangerous game, one that could have dire consequences if they're not careful.

Together, they collect their earnings and prepare to leave the hotel, their steps echoing through the empty hallways. As they make their way back to the village, Rashmi can't help but feel that she's left a piece of herself behind, traded for a taste of something she never knew she craved.

The journey home is a blur of thoughts and emotions. The village seems smaller, duller somehow, in the light of their newfound experiences. The whispers of the city call to them, a seductive siren's song promising more of the excitement they've just tasted.

When they arrive, Sarla Devi is waiting for them, her eyes sharp and assessing. She takes the envelopes without a word, counting the money with a greedy excitement that makes Rashmi's stomach turn. But she says nothing, understanding the unspoken contract they've entered into.

The days that follow are a mix of normalcy and anticipation. Rashmi goes about her village duties, but her mind is never far from the hotel suite and the power she felt there. The whispers of the city grow louder, and she finds herself wondering if this is truly the life she wants.

One evening, as they sit together, Rashmi turns to Manjari. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks, her voice filled with doubt.

Manjari looks at her, her expression unreadable. "It's what we have," she says, her voice firm. "And we'll make the best of it."

The unspoken truth hangs in the air between them: there's no going back. They've crossed a line, entered a world from which there's no escape. But as Rashmi looks into her sister-in-law's eyes, she knows that they're in this together.

And so, they begin to weave their own destiny, one decision at a time, one night at a time. Each choice leading them further down the path of temptation and power, the consequences of their actions shaping the women they're becoming.

--- The End ---

 

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