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Samir : 30, married , well settled and educated man. Having kid of 1 year old.
Pooja : 26 , married to Samir. Well educated, working woman
It was the Anniversary for Samir and Pooja, they both planed very nice resorts outside city away from noise and pollution. They decided to enjoy and spend some time with each other. As it is love marriage Pooja and Samir madaly love each other. They are too compatible, always happy to have each other company.
On this Anniversary Pooja leave her Son, Rudra with her well kmow close friend or rather the sister from another mother " Priya"
They both enjoyed time on resort had a lot of fun and love in night..next morning when Pooja open her eyes , she shocked
She find her hand has one knife, and her while body has blood, she shout , run away from the bed room
" Samir... samir.
." She is shoutimg louder but she could not find the samir anywhere.
She came inside bedroom again to call police , try to find her mobile and she observed one body lying on face over the floor. She shocked rather understood as it is . Its none other than "samir"
Before she could think of anything , she listen the police van syren , and immediately on the spot first police arrested Pooja as first prime suspect.
Pooja keep on shouting, she is not culprit. No one listen to her.
She has to leave everything to her friend come sister Priya. Priya promise to take care lf her Son Rudra.
Pooja so overwhelmed with Priya's help inspite not married Priya take the responsibility of her son, and this make the Pooja very much nice about Priya and raise the respect for Priya.
Its now 1 year Pooja is in jail, she use to call her son over the phone, once she was talking to Priya over the phone and suddenly she hear the voice of her son at background saying
"DADDY"
POOJA shocked , she never thought that Priya wont even inform her about her marriage, and if priya is not married them to whom my son was calling dad ? Is it Samir? "Fuck. "
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Samir : 30, married , well settled and educated man. Having kid of 1 year old.
Pooja : 26 , married to Samir. Well educated, working woman
It was the Anniversary for Samir and Pooja, they both planed very nice resorts outside city away from noise and pollution. They decided to enjoy and spend some time with each other. As it is love marriage Pooja and Samir madaly love each other. They are too compatible, always happy to have each other company.
On this Anniversary Pooja leave her Son, Rudra with her well kmow close friend or rather the sister from another mother " Priya"
They both enjoyed time on resort had a lot of fun and love in night..next morning when Pooja open her eyes , she shocked
She find her hand has one knife, and her while body has blood, she shout , run away from the bed room
" Samir... samir.
." She is shoutimg louder but she could not find the samir anywhere.
She came inside bedroom again to call police , try to find her mobile and she observed one body lying on face over the floor. She shocked rather understood as it is . Its none other than "samir"
Before she could think of anything , she listen the police van syren , and immediately on the spot first police arrested Pooja as first prime suspect.
Pooja keep on shouting, she is not culprit. No one listen to her.
She has to leave everything to her friend come sister Priya. Priya promise to take care lf her Son Rudra.
Pooja so overwhelmed with Priya's help inspite not married Priya take the responsibility of her son, and this make the Pooja very much nice about Priya and raise the respect for Priya.
Its now 1 year Pooja is in jail, she use to call her son over the phone, once she was talking to Priya over the phone and suddenly she hear the voice of her son at background saying
"DADDY"
POOJA shocked , she never thought that Priya wont even inform her about her marriage, and if priya is not married them to whom my son was calling dad ? Is it Samir? "Fuck. "
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"OMG, I forgot the purse and eventually I fogot my mobile in it" Anitha while looking around , she speak to the billing staff in the super market, She is bit embraced as she has done all the shopping for month and dont it will be really trouble for her to drop it back. She is bit worried
"Hello, Mam, If you dont mind may I pay the bill for you"Samir ask from the queue standing for the billing.
(Oh, I have seen this guy somewhere , ummm may be in our society ) Anitha keeps thinking to herself
"Don't mind mam, I am Samir, I stay in your society , I have seen you sometime for morning walk" Samir introduce him to Anitha, "I know you would have not notice much but , As I stay in same society and I have seen you so just offering help, if you ok, and that also not free, obviously you have to pay me back "
With this help Anitha got bit relaxed and thought anyway, he is staying in same society I cna pay him back. and then they got introduced here first time. While going back to the home, Samir offer her lift , she accepted and they both come to know each other
Aniha - Yoga teacher (take yoga classes) - newly married of age 24 - married to the man who is working in one of the renowned MNC. They had love marriage as her husband was and the college senior to her.
Samir - Working in IT - staying alone - good height and handsome man. of age 28
Next morning when walking they both meet each other - this time Anitha pay back Samir money without any reminder and they talk with each other in morning - they both get in to the argument as they have the little differences over the one topic ( politics - woman empowerment - religion -languages etc , we can choose any of them or may be any different ) , however they come to know that both are have free mind and open to discuss about social life and social justice
This become make them both good friend - Next time when Samir is going for the small shopping for his brother marriage , He find Anitha is waiting on bus stand - He offer
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"OMG, I forgot the purse and eventually I fogot my mobile in it" Anitha while looking around , she speak to the billing staff in the super market, She is bit embraced as she has done all the shopping for month and dont it will be really trouble for her to drop it back. She is bit worried
"Hello, Mam, If you dont mind may I pay the bill for you"Samir ask from the queue standing for the billing.
(Oh, I have seen this guy somewhere , ummm may be in our society ) Anitha keeps thinking to herself
"Don't mind mam, I am Samir, I stay in your society , I have seen you sometime for morning walk" Samir introduce him to Anitha, "I know you would have not notice much but , As I stay in same society and I have seen you so just offering help, if you ok, and that also not free, obviously you have to pay me back "
With this help Anitha got bit relaxed and thought anyway, he is staying in same society I cna pay him back. and then they got introduced here first time. While going back to the home, Samir offer her lift , she accepted and they both come to know each other
Aniha - Yoga teacher (take yoga classes) - newly married of age 24 - married to the man who is working in one of the renowned MNC. They had love marriage as her husband was and the college senior to her.
Samir - Working in IT - staying alone - good height and handsome man. of age 28
Next morning when walking they both meet each other - this time Anitha pay back Samir money without any reminder and they talk with each other in morning - they both get in to the argument as they have the little differences over the one topic ( politics - woman empowerment - religion -languages etc , we can choose any of them or may be any different ) , however they come to know that both are have free mind and open to discuss about social life and social justice
This become make them both good friend - Next time when Samir is going for the small shopping for his brother marriage , He find Anitha is waiting on bus stand - He offer
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It was a black skin tight suit which perfectly suits on her perfect figure and her milky skin . She was aware that at 45 she still look like she is in mid 35. Sitara Khanna was confident that she will sure get what wanted. She finally admired herself once more in the mirror then came out of her bedroom .
She saw her Son Shiv entering from the main door . He was bit stunned seeing her in that attire (usually she use to wear nighty or simple saree) , but then recovered quickly, but it was more then enough for her . She approached to him with a new confidence and wide smile .
"Wow mom you look more .... beautiful then ever "
Sitara came closer hugged him and whispered in his ear 'well you can say hot or sexy , I will not mind today ,already saw in your eyes . Your gaze just made my day'
Shiv moved back breaking the embrace and gave her a suspicious questionable look .
'Well day after tomorrow you will be twenty so if I am hot in your eyes then it means it's not my fault , if I can give effect with this simple clothes and very little makeup to my son then it's clear , your dad is greedy orvthe news is true ,your dad is cheating on me'
Shiv was not shocked , he too suspected that but coming out of his mother's mouth was unexpected. His mouth left hung open seeing that sitara was behaving abnormally.
'Let's go to your bedroom while you change and freshen up I can tell your somethings'
He nodded, while he was changing and listening to her he was not aware then she was drooling over his athlete body. She never got one like this in her whole life.
She was telling him things that she never told before , like her forced marriage with his father all because of merger of 2 big empire . How she adjusted and tried to be good with everyone after he was born . She also heard rumors about his father's teenage love life but never gave attention as spark was never there between them even though they started caring each other . 8 yrs ago when they came to another city (here) things started to change more .
Now she wanted to find out if he is having an affair ,then she will decide her future maybe she will take 2/3 property and leave him since most of the wealth was her dad's and still in her name.
'Here ! I want your help me find out who is this bitch . As a reward you can ask whatever you want '
"Whatever ...."
' well except Playstation and that heavy duty bike , that's after your graduation '
"Then I have to think ....." shiv made a face like he lost a great deal.
'You have to do it for your mom , all you have to think is for your prize , just put your finger on it that will be yours .
She was lost in thoughts but aware and happy that her own son was checking her out , maybe he was better version of his dad .
6 days later ...
Soni kushwaha was panicking, she was dead scared since , ringing the bell of her flat was Shiv , her boyfriend's Khaana's son . Khanna just left her apartment 3 mins ago that means he must have seen .....Ohh.. God.....
First she thought to call Khanna but then she decided to talk to shiv first , so with trembling hands she opened the door .
Shiv smiled as there eyes met
"Hi ! Aunty or stepmother what should I call you"
Seeing his confidence her leftover courage shattered , she gulped hard , her dress was still not appropriate 2piece bikini and a white front open gown whose buttons were undone .
Shiv was like scanning and measuring her curves shamelessly, he gave her a dirty look
" never had doubt on dad's choice ,I can see he has a classy taste "
Before she tried to speak Shiv said
"No clarification no explanation, I have more the enough evidence so just tell the truth , then only we can negotiate else ...."
**Negotiations that could be better option** she thought
It took her 10 min and 2 drinks to gather courage to speak , she unveiled all to him, from their teenage romance to his father's financial support and their future plan to runaway, because shiv already showed her some papers.
"How about you get dad and we get what we want from him "
Her eyes lit up ' really? You can do that '
Shiv "not for free , I want piece of everything that dad has " coming near to her putting his finger between her shinning udders in her black lingerie then caressing her them with back of him palm he said.
20 mins later happy Shiv came out of her apartment with profitable negotiations and his two fingers quoted with her vaginal fluids which he was sniffing .
It was time to negotiate with his mother now ...
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New Version
It was a black skin tight suit which perfectly suits on her perfect figure and her milky skin . She was aware that at 45 she still look like she is in mid 35. Sitara Khanna was confident that she will sure get what wanted. She finally admired herself once more in the mirror then came out of her bedroom .
She saw her Son Shiv entering from the main door . He was bit stunned seeing her in that attire (usually she use to wear nighty or simple saree) , but then recovered quickly, but it was more then enough for her . She approached to him with a new confidence and wide smile .
"Wow mom you look more .... beautiful then ever "
Sitara came closer hugged him and whispered in his ear 'well you can say hot or sexy , I will not mind today ,already saw in your eyes . Your gaze just made my day'
Shiv moved back breaking the embrace and gave her a suspicious questionable look .
'Well day after tomorrow you will be twenty so if I am hot in your eyes then it means it's not my fault , if I can give effect with this simple clothes and very little makeup to my son then it's clear , your dad is greedy orvthe news is true ,your dad is cheating on me'
Shiv was not shocked , he too suspected that but coming out of his mother's mouth was unexpected. His mouth left hung open seeing that sitara was behaving abnormally.
'Let's go to your bedroom while you change and freshen up I can tell your somethings'
He nodded, while he was changing and listening to her he was not aware then she was drooling over his athlete body. She never got one like this in her whole life.
She was telling him things that she never told before , like her forced marriage with his father all because of merger of 2 big empire . How she adjusted and tried to be good with everyone after he was born . She also heard rumors about his father's teenage love life but never gave attention as spark was never there between them even though they started caring each other . 8 yrs ago when they came to another city (here) things started to change more .
Now she wanted to find out if he is having an affair ,then she will decide her future maybe she will take 2/3 property and leave him since most of the wealth was her dad's and still in her name.
'Here ! I want your help me find out who is this bitch . As a reward you can ask whatever you want '
"Whatever ...."
' well except Playstation and that heavy duty bike , that's after your graduation '
"Then I have to think ....." shiv made a face like he lost a great deal.
'You have to do it for your mom , all you have to think is for your prize , just put your finger on it that will be yours .
She was lost in thoughts but aware and happy that her own son was checking her out , maybe he was better version of his dad .
6 days later ...
Soni kushwaha was panicking, she was dead scared since , ringing the bell of her flat was Shiv , her boyfriend's Khaana's son . Khanna just left her apartment 3 mins ago that means he must have seen .....Ohh.. God.....
First she thought to call Khanna but then she decided to talk to shiv first , so with trembling hands she opened the door .
Shiv smiled as there eyes met
"Hi ! Aunty or stepmother what should I call you"
Seeing his confidence her leftover courage shattered , she gulped hard , her dress was still not appropriate 2piece bikini and a white front open gown whose buttons were undone .
Shiv was like scanning and measuring her curves shamelessly, he gave her a dirty look
" never had doubt on dad's choice ,I can see he has a classy taste "
Before she tried to speak Shiv said
"No clarification no explanation, I have more the enough evidence so just tell the truth , then only we can negotiate else ...."
**Negotiations that could be better option** she thought
It took her 10 min and 2 drinks to gather courage to speak , she unveiled all to him, from their teenage romance to his father's financial support and their future plan to runaway, because shiv already showed her some papers.
"How about you get dad and we get what we want from him "
Her eyes lit up ' really? You can do that '
Shiv "not for free , I want piece of everything that dad has " coming near to her putting his finger between her shinning udders in her black lingerie then caressing her them with back of him palm he said.
20 mins later happy Shiv came out of her apartment with profitable negotiations and his two fingers quoted with her vaginal fluids which he was sniffing .
It was time to negotiate with his mother now ...
(Scribbling itch …..just!)
“THE OTHER SHE”
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I stared at her in awe as she entered my chamber. That was Swapnika, my next visitor. A brief glance at her and she seemed quite normal. Momentarily confused, I wondered why she had come to see me!
Trying to discern her body language and her thoughts, I greeted her with a smile and asked, "So you’re Swapnika?".
"Yes sir", she replied in a musical tone as she positioned herself opposite me. A tinge of nervousness was evident on her face as she looked at me.
"What brings you here lady?" I asked in a soft voice, still trying to assess her mental state. Even though it was a usual question to ask a patient, she seemed confused. She took time to respond and replied after a big sigh and in a state of jittery. “Because people say …. hmmm…. something wrong with me”. Pain, hesitation and uneasiness lurked through her eyes and voice when she spoke.
"See Swapnika, I have no idea what happened back there that led you to think so. Why don't you tell me your story? Then we can find a way out together" I said in an assuring and comforting voice.
“It ain’t storyyyyy, it is real doctor” Her body twitched as she spoke and her voice rose with agitation. As soon as I noticed her discomfort, I suggested her to calm down, apologised, and waited for her to settle down. She leaned back on the chair …… relaxed…. took a poise and started. "When I came to this city to work as a lecturer for a leading college a year ago, from a small town, I was quite reserved and was afraid even to talk with anybody. With no friends and all alone, I tried to adjust to new lifestyle, but could not. My life, hmmmmm, most of the times was cramped to college and rented home. I was alone and jaded and could not figure out myself. I was looking for some close friends.” She spoke with impatience and in a detached tone as if she didn’t want to recall those times.
Observing her impatience I comforted her to calm down with a consoling gesture and soothing voice , “So, did you get such close friends?”
“Yes doctor, I found my best friend. She is very close to me. She makes me think differently. She is the opposite of me in nature and full of everything I dream and want to be." I could notice a sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her friend.
"Interesting. So tell me about your friend, who is she and what is she like?" I noticed her excitement as she spoke about her friend and tried to find out more.
As she began speaking, she took a deep breath and took more time than needed. “My friend stays with me. She is quite aggressive. She lives almost all the fantasies I have in my life. A ravishing individual. You know doctor, she is just, ....just...different from me. She is a free bird .... never conforms to rules...... and enjoys living life on her own terms. She is obsessed by relationships .... I mean, physical ...... with many. She likes spending time with folks and … u know….. I mean….. group things. She is more fascinated about night club and casino culture and public shows. she does not care about being shy and wants to lead an immodest, flaunting and lust-filled life. She wants to be dominated by men and treated like a … hmmmmm.……. sllllaaaavvvve… and what not! Strange naa doctor?”. Swapnika spoke nonstop with a soft voice making subtle hand gestures every now and then. She was fully animated while talking about her friend. I watched curiously as she spoke about her friend passionately and waited for her to continue.
After keeping quiet for a couple of minutes, she looked at me uneasy and then asked in a restless flat tone, "People whisper at me when I talk to my friend... is there anything wrong with me doctor?”
I was surprised by this sudden question! “No Swapnika, there’s nothing wrong with you. It seems simple stress. Hmmmmmm, I would like to meet your friend. Can you fix our meeting”? I asked her as I want to know who is influencing her in such a sweeping manner.
"Sure sir…. evening…today…. and at my house", she said in a hushed voice and moved away as her jet black waist-length hair splashed all over her back like a wave.
“Strange woman” I whispered to myself thinking of her fabulous beauty.
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“So…. I am here…. to meet your friend” I voiced as I stepped into Swapnika’s house. When I entered the main hall, I saw two empty plates and two empty tea cups on the centre table signaling two people had tea and snacks just then and also giving indication that Swapnika was having a good time with her friend. I waited for a while looking around. To my surprise, I could not see anybody other than Swapnika.
“Where is your friend?” I asked her, passing my eyes all over the hall with curiosity.
"There doctor", she pointed to a life-size mirror neatly mounted on the wall. In the mirror was a reflection of Swapnika. And Swapnika, standing by my side, was thrilled to show me the mirror and she began talking to her reflection. Her face was filled with excitement, her body was elated, and her eyes were glowing. I was shocked. What she had shown me in the mirror was Swapnika's alter ego, her ‘other she’!
Now I know what her problem is. She needs to be treated and handled the way she fantasizes. I have to break her monotony. She needs love and compassion. I have to think of ways to soothe her. To mollify her body, I must answer her intense fantasies. This is quite a challenge for me. I began to think more personal about her as opposed to from the standpoint of my profession as a psychotherapist.
"Gambit of a Triple Agent"
"Venky," she hummed, her voice as smooth as satin with a hint of provocation, "I've heard stories of you. I need someone with your skills to ensnare Trisha and Surekha, ensuring they never lays claim to thier share of wealth. The more you defame them, the happy I would be. And… hmmmmm….there's a substantial fortune at stake... you understand, don't you?" Nayana, a commanding figure in the business world, reclined on her sofa, her crossed thighs hinting at a boiling intensity.
"Well, Nayana, you want me to trap Trisha, your own sister and Surekha your step-mom to secure your father's entire property for yourself? Hmmm... but tell me, why should I side with you instead of your sister, afterall Trisha is my girl friend?" Venky's gaze flickered over Nayana's crossed legs.
Nayana leaned back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Because, Venky," she whispered huskily, "with me, you'll wield money, influence and opportunities beyond your wildest dreams. Just imagine..." She winked at Venky, her thighs tightening provocatively and a mischievous giggle escaping her lips.
Venky's mind raced with the promise of riches and power as he gazed at her crossed meaty thighs, nodding slowly in agreement.
"A few days later..."
"Venky," Trisha began softly, "my sister Nayana has all but stripped me of everything, convincing our father that acting and modelling wasn't our family calling. Now, all I have left is what I've earned myself. Help me beat Nayana and beat her own game, and I promise, I'll be yours." They lounged in a dimly lit room, engrossed in a casual game of snooker, the clinks of glasses interrupting their conversation.
"You have my attention, Trisha," he murmured, his voice low and filled with intrigue. "But I need to know what's in it for me." He finished with a wink looking at her curvy lips.
Trisha chuckled softly. Leaning closer, she brushed her fingers lightly against his. "Oh, Venky," she breathed into his ear, "you'll get everything you deserve. Just help me to lay my hands on my property that is rightfully mine." Venky felt a surge of excitement as he nodded placing her on the snooker board with a wink.
"In another part of the country, on another day..."
"I can guarantee that all the properties will be under your name," Venky assured Surekha, seated across from him in her opulent palace.
Surekha smiled warmly, accepting Venky's proposition without realizing the intricate web of deceit he was spinning.
"My dear Venky," she sighed melodramatically, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness, "it's been such a trial for me, being the second wife and dealing with my husband's two intelligent, ambitious daughters ever since I entered Raj Verma's life! You know what I expect from you, and you know what you can take from me." Her voice was serious and a in a state of concern as she is new to this type of dynamics being a conservative lady.
Venky nodded thoughtfully, his mind already calculating the next move in this high-stakes game of inheritance. None of the women in this trio could comprehend the intricacies of Venky's cunning strategies.
(Note : Venky, a master manipulator, steers a complex trap of family dynamics centered around inheritance and power. With subtle cunning, he positions himself as a trusted confidant among three ladies of a wealthy legacy, while secretly executing his own plans.)
BEYOND REPAYMENT : FORBIDDEN FANTASIES
She stood shaky at Venky’s vast home bar counter. Her body language showed she was upset, her eyes looking at Venky with both defiance and shame as he moved casually, just playing with the ice in his glass of whiskey. The sound of the ice clinking echoed in the tense room
"You shouldn't have pulled that shameful and degrading act on me," She stated firmly, her tone tinged with a hint of irritation.
Venky giggled softly, his smirk widening into a wicked grin. "But deep down, you enjoyed it, didn't you? I heard your moans at some stage.. don’t try to be too nice … and for me that was an awesome experience! Awesome-your initial resistance …. doubly awesome – your restricted moans at the end” he winked and continued leaning closer to her, his gaze lustful. “Oh, come on…. Admit it. You got a thrill out of it, isn’t it?” he finished as his breath hit her face.
Flushed with anger and humiliation and memories of that night flooding back, she voiced. "Dare not say again! That was humiliation, degradation and abuse of me - not some kinky fantasy. Am here to discuss with you about my husband’s debt repayment" She completed as their minds filled with conflicting emotions for a while.
"We'll have to see how that plays out," Venky hummed with a musical tone. "What if I embrace the same role of villain every day…. naa every night… naaa naa every day and night, hmm?" He peeped at her with a meaningful and shameless grin curling his lips. "After all, your husband's debt to me can't be settled with just one night." his eyes firmly scaling her juicy b()()bs.
She could have been hurt by those words and actions at any time by anybody, but suddenly she began to loose her control. Some unforeseen forces began to work on her! Her mind was clouded with desires and fantasies, craving for the same treatment and humiliation she had endured from Venky the night before. She completely forgot the original reason for meeting him. Her initial hesitation slowly transformed into a strong desire for the thrill.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "but .. hmmm… may be…. hmmm.. no no… but yesssss” she stuttered to express her mind and finally came out after a long pause, “I want each experience to be ….. unique and …. different. Ummmm keep me ….. excited and guessing." Her words came out punctuated by pauses. She got amazed at her own boldness as she let go of her inhibitions.
A naughty gleam danced in Venky’s eyes. "Oh, I can think of plenty of ways to keep you amused, after all I love to handle a strong sub like you" He teased with a wink.
Listening to his words with hotness filled mind, she mused to herself in a hushed whisper, "Is this the outcome I foresaw when I stepped into this place?"
(***** The tale of a homemaker encountering humiliation at the hands of a ruthless loan shark…. Venky, all witnessed by her husband. His tactics were so calculated that they shatter her initial resistance, leaving her secretly yearning for a repeat of the same treatment. Fearing the torment might recur (or perhaps driven by her own deepening cravings), she finds herself facing a dilemma and meets Venky. Yet, as she arrives at the meeting, memories of her previous encounter flood her mind. She's torn by conflicting emotions but ultimately finds herself craving more from him driven by an undeniable desire to fulfill her forbidden fantasies.)
IN THE LION’S DEN
With firm determination and charming beauty, she, a cop disguised as a Reporter entered the opulent mansion serving as the headquarters for the notorious mafia don, Venky. Securing a meeting with him had been a difficult task, given his penchant for secrecy.
She heard countless tales of Venky's iron-fisted parallel rule over Goa. She was even aware of his wild behavior towards beautiful ladies/girls, as well as his wild primal instincts. Yet, undeterred, she pressed on.
Inside the mansion, Venky reclined on a plush chair, surrounded by his loyal henchmen, a testament to his power. As she ushered in, his dark eyes glittered with a mix of desire and amusement.
"Ah, a beautiful journalist," Venky greeted with mock politeness. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
Maintaining her composure, she voiced with a veil of confidence. "Am here to have an interview with you,". She declared boldly, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach.
Venky arched an eyebrow as his eyes openly moved to her sofa thudded thighs and thin waist line focussing on her whirl like naval. "An interview? And what do you wish to discuss?", a smirk playing on his lips.
"I seek to uncover the truth behind what I heard about you," she replied softly, her juicy lips curling into a lively arc. "I want to understand what drives you, Venky. What compels you to lead the life you do. Are all those infamous things we heard about you true?"
Venky chuckled, settling back in his chair his eyes firmly scaling each and every inch of her body and measuring her curves. "Hmmmm…. ok .. lady” he passed his eyes to her protruding b()()bs and nodded his head and continued. “But be warned, for every question you ask, there will be a challenge. For every secret you seek, you must be willing to follow one of my orders." She noticed a husky edge creeping into his voice loaded with horniness as he emphasized the word ORDERS!!
Her heart skipped a beat at the challenge, but she knew she had no choice. To bring Venky down, she would have to play his game. With a nod of agreement, she gave her consent with a nervous smile on her beautiful face. What not know to her was, Venky knew all along that she was actually an undercover cop, adding another layer of complexity to the already tense situation. Little did she know, the path she had embarked upon would lead her to unforeseen challenges and dilemmas about her future."
( ** The plot revolves around inquiries and instructions. Wait, a clue is approaching! Alongside her questions, there are hidden and untamed commands she must obey from Venky. The more probing the question, the more daring the order she is given. Beginning with a typical interview, it progresses to the most audacious side. These commands bring out Venky's primal instincts, escalating the tension, making it unbearable for her, and causing her to become submissive and powerless.)
"Tones of Lust: Seduction by secrets"The day unfolded with the familiar rhythm that had characterized her life for the past few years. As she went about her morning routine, preparing for her husband for his day to the office, she couldn't have anticipated the extraordinary revelation that awaited her, poised to shift her from sublimity to its extreme opposite.
In the serene sunlight of that morning, amidst the backdrop of their peaceful surroundings, she noticed an inexplicable shift in her perception. It was as though a veil had been lifted, revealing a newfound ability to discern the innermost thoughts of those around her.
While attending to breakfast and managing household chores, she found herself unexpectedly flooded with the unfiltered thoughts of her husband, seated across the room. His innermost desires, veering into unexpected and uncomfortable territory, caught her off guard, leaving her grappling with the challenge of processing his clandestine fantasies. She was taken aback by her husband's wild fantasies on his friends wives and also his thoughts of sharing his own wife with his friends, feeling a mixture of disbelief and disgust at the revelation. Her initial reaction was disgust followed a naughty smile on her face.
Her confusion lingered even after her husband departed for work, leaving her to steer the day's routine amidst a series of awkward encounters. Throughout the day, she encountered various men in the neighborhood, each concealing their own secrets and desires. From the friendly milkman to rugged fruit vendor to the charming neighbor next door nursing a harmless crush, she became privy to an array of intimate thoughts and fantasies.
From the flirtatious banter of the grocery store cashier ….. to ruffian autowala …… to the discreet wildness of the repairman fixing her appliances …… she blushed at the unexpected revelations of fantasies of others on her.
As the day progressed, and as she found herself surrounded by the wild thoughts of men around her, she underwent a curious transformation, seemingly without her own will. Embarrassment …. Nervousness ….. curiosity…… and amusement intertwined with a newfound sense of arousal, stirred by the spicy thoughts of others about her.
With each encounter, she grew bolder. Despite the initial discomfort, she found herself drawn to the thrilling allure of forbidden fantasies pervading around her, taking her first tentative steps toward embracing the wildness within her own psyche, ignited by the desires of those around her. Her life was about to change forever... and ever.
TIDES OF SURRENDER
Amidst the uproar of the ocean's embrace, a solitary figure found herself bound within the dimly lit cabin of the ship, Vajra. There she sat, ensnared in shadows, her senses engulfed in a wrap of uncertainty. The woman, with an allure both enticing and enigmatic, was a stranger to the sea, her origins submerged in the comfort of homely surroundings and the embrace of a wealthy husband. How she found herself aboard this vessel …. trapped ….. and at the mercy of its enigmatic captain, was a mystery shrouded in the fog of her own confusion.
The memories of the previous night were but fragments…….. scattered and elusive. A visit to a nightclub, the sudden invitation for a night ferry, and then... darkness. Consciousness abandoned her until she awoke to find herself a captive aboard the Vajra.
As the ship rocked gently beneath the weight of the waves, its timbers groaning with the burden of untold secrets, she felt the pulse of the heresay stories of Vajra and its Captain Venky, echoing within her. And suddenly, into the shadows emerged Captain Venky, a figure of commanding presence and veiled intentions.
Captain Venky's voice cut through the silence …… a thunderous proclamation of authority and desire. He spoke of dominance and submission, of pleasures yet to be discovered amidst the tempestuous seas that lay ahead. She listened, her heart pounding in tandem with the rhythm of the waves, torn between fear and an inexplicable attraction to the captain's enigmatic appeal.
With one quick move, Captain Venky took off her blindfold, and she met his intense gaze. In that instant, she faced a big decision that would change everything. Should she give in to Captain Venky's tempting offer, diving into a world of excitement and fantasy? Or should she stick to what feels ethical and moral bracing for the perils that Venky would pose to her?
As the darkness converged around them, she hesitated, her mind torn between conflicting desires. With a voice barely above a whisper, she uttered a single word—a word that hung in the air.
"Yes or No," Captain Venky's voice echoed softly, like a gentle breeze carrying the question into the night. The answer hovered in the air, wrapped in the mysteries of the sea!!!!!!!
Amidst the uproar of the ocean's embrace, a solitary figure found herself bound within the dimly lit cabin of the ship, Vajra. There she sat, ensnared in shadows, her senses engulfed in a wrap of uncertainty. The woman, with an allure both enticing and enigmatic, was a stranger to the sea, her origins submerged in the comfort of homely surroundings and the embrace of a wealthy husband. How she found herself aboard this vessel …. trapped ….. and at the mercy of its enigmatic captain, was a mystery shrouded in the fog of her own confusion.
The memories of the previous night were but fragments…….. scattered and elusive. A visit to a nightclub, the sudden invitation for a night ferry, and then... darkness. Consciousness abandoned her until she awoke to find herself a captive aboard the Vajra.
As the ship rocked gently beneath the weight of the waves, its timbers groaning with the burden of untold secrets, she felt the pulse of the heresay stories of Vajra and its Captain Venky, echoing within her. And suddenly, into the shadows emerged Captain Venky, a figure of commanding presence and veiled intentions.
Captain Venky's voice cut through the silence …… a thunderous proclamation of authority and desire. He spoke of dominance and submission, of pleasures yet to be discovered amidst the tempestuous seas that lay ahead. She listened, her heart pounding in tandem with the rhythm of the waves, torn between fear and an inexplicable attraction to the captain's enigmatic appeal.
With one quick move, Captain Venky took off her blindfold, and she met his intense gaze. In that instant, she faced a big decision that would change everything. Should she give in to Captain Venky's tempting offer, diving into a world of excitement and fantasy? Or should she stick to what feels ethical and moral bracing for the perils that Venky would pose to her?
As the darkness converged around them, she hesitated, her mind torn between conflicting desires. With a voice barely above a whisper, she uttered a single word—a word that hung in the air.
"Yes or No," Captain Venky's voice echoed softly, like a gentle breeze carrying the question into the night. The answer hovered in the air, wrapped in the mysteries of the sea!!!!!!!
CAPTIVE WHISPERS: THE DRONE DILEMMA
(#Techsploitation #transformation)
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Malavika’s heart raced as Venky, a proficient expert in Drones, drew closer to her in the bustling market, where an array of stalls illuminated with vibrant lights displayed a diverse range of merchandise. Malavika, a traditional housewife married to an affluent businessman had always sensed something unsettling about Venky. But now, his direct approach sent shivers down her spine. She tried to maintain her composure, her gaze meeting his as he stopped a few steps away from her.
"Good evening, Malavika," he greeted, his voice smooth but carrying an underlying edge.
Malavika nodded, her apprehension masked behind a polite smile. "Good evening."
He leaned in slightly, his grin widening. "You're quite the observant one, aren't you? I've noticed you noticing me."
A nervous laugh escaped Malavika's lips. "I guess we all notice people around us in such a lively place."
Venky's gaze seemed to pierce through her body, his eyes gleaming with a sparkle. "Indeed. But let's not play games, shall we? I've been watching you for a while and for a reason." he spoke with a smirk in his voice. “Your radiance is even more captivating in person than through the lens of my spy drones." His words carried a chilling undertone that impaled her already disquieted heart.
“Wanna see?”, he continued as he revealed his mobile overflowing with intimate images and videos of Malavika, exposing her most private moments to the cruel light of day. Her world shattered as she watched her own life unfold on the screen, her vulnerability exposed by this digital predator.
A spell of confusion and fear spun within Malavika's chest, rendering her momentarily breathless. She stammered, her voice betraying her apprehension, "Wh-what do you want from me?"
"You see, my dear," Venky's voice exuded like venom, each word calculated for maximum impact, "I've long been an admirer of your grace and beauty, a devoted observer of your curve shaped body. It's as if your life is a canvas, and I've been diligently watching and painting your story with my eyes." His words hung in the air like a wicked curse.
Fear tightened its grip around Malavika's heart, its icy fingers sending shivers down her spine. She mustered the courage to inquire, her voice quivering, "What is it that you want me to do?"
Venky's eyes sparkled with malice, his lips curving into a sinister smile. "Its nice that you quickly realised your precarious situation dear…. hmmmm… I want you to dance to my tune, Malavika," he demanded, his voice dripping with malevolence. "First, your attention, undivided and unwavering, must be directed solely at me. Your husband …. your commitments ……. they fade into insignificance. You are at my beck and call, and under the observation of my drones, no matter the hour or circumstance."
A sinking feeling settled within Malavika's chest as she realized the depths of Venky's twisted passion. But he wasn't done. "Secondly," his voice grew darker, "I crave private performances, an exhibition of magnetism of your body, reserved only for my eyes. Dress as I desire, act as I dictate, and meet me whenever and whereever I order.” His voice cruel and sly.
Malavika's inner turmoil churned like a cyclone as Venky's demands became more perverse. She felt like a puppet ensnared in his nasty play, her every move controlled by his whims and spy drones. The nightmare continued. "Lastly," Venky's voice dropped to a chilling whisper, "your final act in this sordid drama involves the theft of a few confidential documents from your husband's office. These papers hold the key to my grand designs."
Caught in this web of manipulation, Malavika's spirit wavered, and her heart seemed to cry out against the injustice of her predicament. Yet, with no apparent escape, she nodded reluctantly, sealing her fate in a pact of desperation.
Thus, amidst the colorful tapestry of the bustling market, Malavika's life has taken the first step for transformation into a shadowy labyrinth. Caught between her own fears and the clutches of a wicked manipulator, she embarked on a treacherous journey, her every step laden with uncertainty, and her every breath echoing the Drone Dilemma!!!
(#Techsploitation #transformation)
..
Malavika’s heart raced as Venky, a proficient expert in Drones, drew closer to her in the bustling market, where an array of stalls illuminated with vibrant lights displayed a diverse range of merchandise. Malavika, a traditional housewife married to an affluent businessman had always sensed something unsettling about Venky. But now, his direct approach sent shivers down her spine. She tried to maintain her composure, her gaze meeting his as he stopped a few steps away from her.
"Good evening, Malavika," he greeted, his voice smooth but carrying an underlying edge.
Malavika nodded, her apprehension masked behind a polite smile. "Good evening."
He leaned in slightly, his grin widening. "You're quite the observant one, aren't you? I've noticed you noticing me."
A nervous laugh escaped Malavika's lips. "I guess we all notice people around us in such a lively place."
Venky's gaze seemed to pierce through her body, his eyes gleaming with a sparkle. "Indeed. But let's not play games, shall we? I've been watching you for a while and for a reason." he spoke with a smirk in his voice. “Your radiance is even more captivating in person than through the lens of my spy drones." His words carried a chilling undertone that impaled her already disquieted heart.
“Wanna see?”, he continued as he revealed his mobile overflowing with intimate images and videos of Malavika, exposing her most private moments to the cruel light of day. Her world shattered as she watched her own life unfold on the screen, her vulnerability exposed by this digital predator.
A spell of confusion and fear spun within Malavika's chest, rendering her momentarily breathless. She stammered, her voice betraying her apprehension, "Wh-what do you want from me?"
"You see, my dear," Venky's voice exuded like venom, each word calculated for maximum impact, "I've long been an admirer of your grace and beauty, a devoted observer of your curve shaped body. It's as if your life is a canvas, and I've been diligently watching and painting your story with my eyes." His words hung in the air like a wicked curse.
Fear tightened its grip around Malavika's heart, its icy fingers sending shivers down her spine. She mustered the courage to inquire, her voice quivering, "What is it that you want me to do?"
Venky's eyes sparkled with malice, his lips curving into a sinister smile. "Its nice that you quickly realised your precarious situation dear…. hmmmm… I want you to dance to my tune, Malavika," he demanded, his voice dripping with malevolence. "First, your attention, undivided and unwavering, must be directed solely at me. Your husband …. your commitments ……. they fade into insignificance. You are at my beck and call, and under the observation of my drones, no matter the hour or circumstance."
A sinking feeling settled within Malavika's chest as she realized the depths of Venky's twisted passion. But he wasn't done. "Secondly," his voice grew darker, "I crave private performances, an exhibition of magnetism of your body, reserved only for my eyes. Dress as I desire, act as I dictate, and meet me whenever and whereever I order.” His voice cruel and sly.
Malavika's inner turmoil churned like a cyclone as Venky's demands became more perverse. She felt like a puppet ensnared in his nasty play, her every move controlled by his whims and spy drones. The nightmare continued. "Lastly," Venky's voice dropped to a chilling whisper, "your final act in this sordid drama involves the theft of a few confidential documents from your husband's office. These papers hold the key to my grand designs."
Caught in this web of manipulation, Malavika's spirit wavered, and her heart seemed to cry out against the injustice of her predicament. Yet, with no apparent escape, she nodded reluctantly, sealing her fate in a pact of desperation.
Thus, amidst the colorful tapestry of the bustling market, Malavika's life has taken the first step for transformation into a shadowy labyrinth. Caught between her own fears and the clutches of a wicked manipulator, she embarked on a treacherous journey, her every step laden with uncertainty, and her every breath echoing the Drone Dilemma!!!