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Aparna Balamurali



“I am not Murugesan,” the voice whispered, low and firm, breaking the stillness of the night. Aparna froze, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure it would wake the entire household. The oil lamp flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls of her new chamber. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles white as she turned to face the figure standing by the window. It was Murugesan—or at least, it looked like him. But something was off. The way he moved, the way his eyes glimmered in the dim light, the way his voice carried a chill that seeped into her bones.




“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her tongue felt heavy, her throat dry. She wanted to scream, to run, but her legs felt like lead.

The figure stepped closer, his movements fluid, almost unnaturally so. “I am not your husband,” he repeated, his voice soft but carrying an undeniable authority. “I am the one who saw you at the Punniya aalayam. I am the one who has been watching you since.” The Ghost...



Aparna’s breath hitched. She remembered that day, the eerie feeling of being watched, the cold shiver that ran down her spine as they left the spiritual dwelling. She had brushed it off as her imagination, but now… now here he was, standing before her, claiming to be something other than human.



“Why are you here?” she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

The ghost—because that’s what he was—smiled softly. The expression was almost too human, too reassuring for something that shouldn’t exist. “Because I want to give you what your husband cannot,” he said, his voice smooth, almost soothing. “He has left you, hasn’t he? Left you alone on your wedding night, only to abandon you for weeks. You deserve more, Aparna. You deserve love, attention, pleasure.” Your husband married only for money. He cannot give you love.. Also leaving you the very next day after marriage, this means he dont value you aparna...




Her cheeks burned at his words, her mind racing. She should have been terrified, should have called for help, but there was something in his gaze, something that made her feel… safe. Seen. Understood. “I… I don’t understand,” she stammered, her voice cracking.

The ghost reached out, his hand hovering just above her cheek. She flinched but didn’t pull away. “Let me show you,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. “Let me be the husband you deserve.”

She hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of fear and curiosity. But then, slowly, she nodded. It was as if some unseen force compelled her, some deep, buried longing that she hadn’t even known existed.



The ghost’s smile widened, and his fingers finally touched her skin. His touch was cold at first, sending a shiver down her spine, but then it warmed, as if his very essence was reaching out to her. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, his voice a gentle command.

She obeyed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his hand trailed down her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. His touch was feather-light, teasing, exploring her as if he was memorizing every inch of her. She could feel the silk of her sari rustling as he began to undo the intricate folds, his hands moving with a practiced ease that left her trembling.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. “Your skin, your scent, your very essence… it calls to me.”



Her heart raced as the fabric slipped away, pooling at her feet. The cool night air brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver, but his hands were there, warm and steady, to soothe her. She felt his lips brush against her shoulder, a soft, almost chaste kiss that sent a spark of electricity through her.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

She nodded, her eyes still closed, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard planes of his chest against her softer curves. His lips found hers, and the kiss started softly, a gentle exploration of each other. But then it deepened, his tongue slipping into her mouth, coaxing a moan from her that she didn’t even know she was capable of.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more urgent, more passionate. She could feel his hands moving over her body, touching her in ways that made her gasp and moan, his fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they went. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, until they found the hardened peak of one of her breasts.

She cried out as he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his teeth gently nibbling. Her hands tightened in his hair, her hips arching towards him as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the ache growing with every touch, every caress.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against her skin, his voice filled with awe. “Every inch of you… perfect.”

His hands moved lower, cupping her bottom, squeezing the soft flesh before trailing around to her front. She gasped as his fingers found her wetness, his touch gentle but deliberate. He stroked her, his fingers sliding through her slick folds, teasing her entrance before slipping inside

She moaned, her head falling back as he began to move his fingers, curling them in a way that made her see stars. Her hips began to move with his rhythm, her body seeking more, seeking release. His mouth returned to hers, capturing her moans as his fingers continued their relentless assault.

“Let go,” he whispered against her lips, his voice a command and a plea. “Let me see you fall apart.”

And she did. Her body tensed, her muscles coiling tight before she shattered, a cry escaping her lips as pleasure overtook her. He held her through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping until she was spent, her body trembling in his arms.

“That was just the beginning,” he murmured, his voice filled with promise. “There’s so much more I want to show you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her heart racing. She should have been afraid, should have run, but all she could feel was desire, a longing that went deeper than anything she had ever known. “Show me,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and leaned in to kiss her again. This time, there was no hesitation, only hunger, only desire.  The night was young, and they had only just begun.

 
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The ghost reclined on the bed, his form shimmering faintly under the dim light of the oil lamp. His eyes, dark and glinting with a mixture of mischief and tenderness, never left Aparna’s face. He beckoned her closer with a subtle tilt of his head, his voice a low, velvety whisper. “Come, Aparna. Touch me. Let me feel your hands on me.”



Her heart pounded as she hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling at her sides. She glanced at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in, but the room remained silent, save for the soft rustle of the curtains in the night breeze. Slowly, she stepped forward, her bare feet padding softly against the cool floor. When she reached the edge of the bed, he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her wrist, sending a shiver up her arm.



“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. “Every inch of you. I’ve waited so long for this.”

Her breath hitched as she knelt beside him, her eyes drawn to the hardness straining against the thin fabric of his dhoti. Her hand hovered uncertainly, her fingertips barely grazing the length of him. “I… I’ve never…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.



“It’s alright,” he reassured her, his hand covering hers gently. “Just let your instincts guide you. Explore me, Aparna. I’m yours.”

His touch was warm, comforting, and it emboldened her. Her fingers curled around him tentatively, feeling the heat and strength of him through the fabric. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she squeezed gently, her touch becoming firmer as she grew more confident. His breath quickened, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he watched her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rougher now. “You’re doing so well.”

Her hands moved to the waistband of his dhoti, her fingers fumbling slightly as she untied the knot. The fabric fell away, revealing his hardened length, glistening with a faint sheen of precum. Her eyes widened, her pulse racing as she took him in fully. “So… so big,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “I didn’t know a man could be like this.”



He chuckled softly, the sound low and throaty. “Every man is different, Aparna. But I’m glad you find me… pleasing.”

Her fingers traced the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft, her touch feather-light. She marveled at the way he twitched under her exploration, the way his breath hitched when she brushed her thumb over the sensitive tip. “You’re so responsive,” she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. “It’s like you’re made just for me.”

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“Perhaps I am,” he replied, his voice filled with a warmth that made her heart ache. “Perhaps this is why our paths crossed.”

Her hands moved lower, cupping the heavy weight of his sac, her fingers kneading gently as she explored every inch of him. His hips bucked slightly, a low groan escaping his lips. “Aparna…” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Your touch is… divine.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against the tip of him, her tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of precum that had gathered there. His reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath, his fingers threading through her hair as he murmured her name repeatedly. “Yes, just like that… So good.”



Her mouth enveloped him slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. Her hands gripped the base of him, her movements tentative but eager. Every sound he made, every shudder that ran through his body, spurred her on. She wanted to please him, to make him feel the same overwhelming pleasure he had given her.

“Aparna,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You’re going to drive me mad.”

She pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped around him as she looked up at him through her lashes. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The intensity in his gaze was almost unbearable, the raw desire and affection she saw there making her heart swell. She took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as she sucked gently.

His hips jerked upward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but didn’t pull away, her hands gripping his thighs as she let him thrust shallowly into her mouth. “Fuck, Aparna…” he hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re perfect.”

She could feel him growing harder, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he edged closer to release. Her own body was responding, her core clenching with need as she pleasured him. She wanted to feel him, to have him inside her, filling her completely.

When he finally pulled her away, his chest heaving, she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need you.”

He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, her sari pooling around her waist as he positioned himself between her thighs. His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers parting her folds to find her slick and trembling with need. “You’re so ready for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed as his fingers brushed against her sensitive nub. “Please—”

He didn’t make her wait. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he sheathed himself inside her. Her back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. “Oh my—,” she cried out, her voice breaking as she adjusted to his size. “You’re so… big.”

“You can take it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re stronger than you think.”
He began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a slow, steady rhythm.




Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body tightening around him as she clung to him. “Murugesan—no, not Murugesan,” she corrected herself, her voice shaky. “Who are you? What should I call you?”

He paused, his hips stilling as he looked down at her, his expression softening. “Call me what you feel,” he replied, his voice gentle. “I’m yours, Aparna. Whatever you need me to be.”

His words sent a shiver through her, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, urging him deeper. “Then be mine,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Fill me, claim me… make me yours.”




With a low growl, he resumed his rhythm, his thrusts growing faster, harder. Each movement pushed her closer to the edge, her body responding with an intensity she had never known. Her hands clawed at his back, her nails leaving faint marks as she clung to him. “Yes, like that,” she moaned, her voice breathless. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”



His breath was hot against her neck, his lips trailing kisses along her skin as he drove into her with relentless precision. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice raw with desire. “So perfect for me.”

She could feel the tension building within her, a coil tightening with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, her hips meeting his with wild abandon. “I’m close,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, gods, I’m so close.”

“Let go, Aparna,” he urged, his voice a desperate plea. “I want to feel you come for me.”



His words were her undoing. With a sharp cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He didn’t slow, his hips slamming into her with increasing urgency. “Yes, take it,” he groaned, his own release imminent. “Take every drop of me.”

Her pussy clenched around him, milking him as he finally let go, his cock pulsing deep inside her. Hot streams of ghostly seed filled her, spilling out as she trembled beneath him. He collapsed against her, his breath ragged, his body still entwined with hers.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound the soft rustling of the curtains. Then he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet certainty.

Aparna smiled faintly, her body still humming with the aftermath of their passion. “And you’re mine,” she replied, her voice soft but resolute. Together, they drifted into a peace they had both longed for.




TO BE CONTINUED
 
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Aparna lay against the ghost’s chest, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on his ethereal skin. The moonlight streamed through the open terrace, casting a silvery glow over their intertwined bodies. She tilted her head up, her dark eyes glimmering with mischief. “I want to drink Bacardi,” she said, her voice soft but laced with curiosity. “At least once in my life. And I want to have sex under the open sky. Why should boys have all the fun?”

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The ghost’s brow arched, a smirk playing on his lips. He shifted slightly, his hand brushing her cheek. “Drinking Bacardi? Open air?” He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made her shiver. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Aparna?”



She pouted playfully, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Well? Can you fulfill this wish of mine?”

His eyes darkened, a flicker of desire igniting within them. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Of course, my love. Anything for you.”

Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of footsteps echoed as the ghost disappeared momentarily, returning with a bottle of Bacardi and two glasses. He poured the golden liquid, the aroma of alcohol mingling with the cool night air. Aparna took the glass hesitantly, her fingers trembling slightly as she brought it to her lips. The first sip burned her throat, and she coughed, her eyes watering. The ghost laughed, a rich, deep sound that sent warmth spreading through her chest.



“It’s strong,” she gasped, setting the glass down.

He smirked, taking her glass and finishing it in one gulp. “You’ll get used to it,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “But now, let’s move to something more… interesting.”

He stood, offering her his hand. She took it, her heart pounding as he led her to the center of the terrace. The cool breeze caressed her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms. The ghost’s hands settled on her waist, pulling her close. His lips found hers in a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened, their tongues tangling in a dance of hunger and desire. Aparna moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with intensity. “Turn around,” he whispered, his voice thick with want.She obeyed, her body trembling as she positioned herself on all fours. The ghost’s hands trailed down her back, sending shivers through her. He grabbed her hips, his touch firm yet gentle. The sound of fabric rustling filled the air as he undressed her, his fingers brushing against her skin with slow, deliberate movements. Each touch was a promise, a prelude to what was to come.Aparna’s breath hitched as she felt his hardness press against her entrance.



He teased her, the tip of his cock brushing her slick folds, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

The ghost chuckled, a low, sinful sound. “Patience, my love,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips tighter. With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Aparna gasped, her nails digging into the stone floor beneath her.



Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the night, mingling with their moans and the rustling leaves. The ghost’s thrusts were rhythmic, each one driving her closer to the edge. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading and teasing her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Aparna’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze in the mirror he had conjured. Their eyes locked, the intensity of their connection sending shivers down her spine. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way his body moved with hers, the way he claimed her as his own. Her breath hitched as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tighten in her core.



“Come for me,” he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, harder.

Aparna’s body tensed, her back arching as pleasure consumed her. She cried out, her voice echoing in the night as she reached her climax. The ghost’s movements became erratic, his own release imminent. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his groan of satisfaction mingling with her cries.

Their bodies trembled, the weight of their passion settling over them like a warm blanket. The ghost leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet certainty. “Always.”

Aparna turned her head, her lips finding his in a slow, tender kiss. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled away. “And you’re mine,” she murmured, her voice filled with a quiet confidence.



The ghost smirked, his hands moving to her hips as he pulled her up, turning her to face him. His lips found hers once more, the kiss deepening as his hands explored her body. The sound of their moans mingled with the rustling leaves, their passion igniting once again under the open sky.“Again?” he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with promise.Aparna nodded, her eyes dark with desire. “Always.”

 
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The weeks passed i n a blur of stolen moments and whispered promises. Aparna’s days were filled with the mundane routines of her new household, but her nights—her nights belonged to the ghost. He was always there, his presence a steady comfort, his touch a silent reassurance that she was his, and he was hers.



One morning, as the sun filtered through the curtains, Aparna’s phone buzzed with a message from Murugesan. She picked it up, her heart sinking as she read the words. “Aparna, my trip has been extended. I will be in Singapore for 120 days. Take care of yourself.” She stared at the screen, her fingers trembling slightly. But instead of sadness, a strange sense of relief washed over her.



More time with him, she thought, a small smile playing on her lips. The ghost, who had been standing by the window, turned to her, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he could read her thoughts.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice smooth yet edged with curiosity.

“Murugesan’s trip has been extended,” she replied, her tone light. “He won’t be back for another 120 days.”

The ghost’s lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of something she couldn’t quite place. “Good,” he said simply, his gaze lingering on her before he turned back to the window.

Aparna watched him, her mind racing. While the ghost was a constant presence in her life, she knew no one else in the household could see him. He moved through the house like a shadow, unseen and unheard, except by her. It was a secret they shared, one that bound them even tighter.



But as the days went by, a mischievous thought began to take root in Aparna’s mind. She wanted to test him—to see how far his love for her truly went.

One evening, as they sat together in her room, Aparna turned to him, her eyes wide and innocent. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice soft but deliberate.

The ghost raised an eyebrow, his expression neutral. “About what?”

She hesitated for a moment, then plunged ahead. “I want to try… a gangbang.”



The room seemed to grow colder as the ghost’s eyes darkened. He stared at her, his expression unreadable. “No,” he said finally, his voice firm.

Aparna frowned, tilting her head slightly. “Why not? Don’t you want me to be happy? To explore my desires?”

The ghost’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. “I can’t see you with other men,” he said quietly, his voice low but filled with intensity. “It’s… impossible.”



Her heart swelled with joy at his words, but she kept her expression neutral, playing along with her little game. “But if you can’t give me what I want, then maybe I should find someone else who can,” she said, her tone light but laced with challenge.

The ghost’s eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, she thought he might say something—anything—to change her mind. But instead, he simply nodded. “Give me one day,” he said, his voice steady.

The next morning, Aparna woke up to an empty room. The ghost was gone. Her heart sank as she noticed a note on the pillow beside her. She picked it up, her hands trembling as she read the words scrawled in his elegant handwriting.



“I can’t let you be with others. I love you too much to see you with anyone else. Goodbye, Aparna. Forever.”

Tears streamed down her face as she clutched the note to her chest. “No,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “No, no, no…” She called out for him, her cries echoing through the empty room, but there was no reply. The ghost was gone.

Days turned into weeks, and Aparna’s sadness lingered like a shadow. She tried to go on with her life, but the house felt empty without him. And then, one morning, she woke up feeling nauseous. She ignored it at first, but as the days went by, she couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

She was pregnant.

Panic gripped her as she realized the implications. How would she explain this? Murugesan wasn’t here—hadn’t been here for months. The questions would come, the accusations, the shame.

Desperate, she made her way to the Punniya Aalayam, the spiritual dwelling where their journey had begun. She fell to her knees in front of the ancient shrine, her tears falling freely as she prayed for forgiveness—for guidance.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to hurt him. I didn’t mean to push him away. I just wanted… I just wanted to know how much he loved me.”



The wind rustled through the trees, and for a moment, she thought she felt a presence beside her. But when she looked up, there was nothing. The ghost was still gone.

She stayed there for hours, her sobs echoing through the empty temple, but no answer came. As the sun began to set, she finally stood, her heart heavy with regret. She had lost him—the only man who had ever truly made her feel alive.

As she walked back to the house, her mind raced with thoughts of what to do next. But one thing was clear—she couldn’t do this alone. She needed him. She needed the ghost.

But how could she find him? How could she make him come back to her?

The questions swirled in her mind as she stepped into the house, her heart heavy but determined. She wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t.

Not when she knew he was out there, somewhere, watching her.

Aparna turned around, her eyes scanning the room. “If you’re here,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “If you can hear me… please come back. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I… I love you.”

The room remained silent, but deep down, she held onto the hope that he was listening. That somewhere, somehow, he would find his way back to her.

And if he didn’t…

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MANJU WARRIER



The office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound breaking the silence. Manju sat at her desk, her eyes scanning through the latest set of student assignments. She was a picture of elegance and composure, her sari draped neatly over her curvaceous frame. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed, her mind wandering to the messages she had been exchanging with Nirav, her former student. She knew it was wrong, but the thrill of it had been intoxicating.



The door creaked open, and Nirav stepped in, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. He was taller than she remembered, his presence commanding. He closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the room. Manju’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening.

“Miss Manju,” he began, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.”

Manju’s cheeks flushed, her eyes darting to the door. “Nirav, this is… we shouldn’t…”

But he was already closing the distance between them, his hands reaching out to grab her by the waist. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his chest against hers. His breath was hot on her neck as he whispered, “You’ve been a good girl for too long. It’s time you let go.”

Her resistance faltered, her body betraying her as she felt a wetness pooling between her thighs. Nirav’s hands roamed over her curves, squeezing her ass firmly. “You’ve gotten thicker, Miss Manju. I like it.”

Before she could protest, his lips were on hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. The kiss was bruising, possessive, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Nirav’s hands slipped beneath her sari, finding the soft skin of her thighs. He moved higher, his fingers brushing against her soaked panties.




“Fuck, you’re already wet for me,” he growled, pulling her panties aside to slide a finger into her cunt. Manju gasped, her legs buckling as he worked his finger in and out, curling it just right to hit that sensitive spot inside her.

“Nirav… please…” she whimpered, her head falling back as he added a second finger, stretching her deliciously.

“Please what?” he taunted, his fingers speeding up, his thumb circling her clit. “Tell me what you want, Miss Manju.”

“I… I want…” she hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of desire and guilt.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice firm. “Say you want my cock.”

“I want your cock,” she breathed, the words barely audible.

Nirav smirked, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. “That’s my girl,” he said, unfastening his pants to free his hard, throbbing cock. Manju’s eyes widened at the sight of it, thick and veiny, precum already glistening at the tip.



He pushed her onto the desk, scattering papers to the floor as he hiked up her sari and spread her legs wide. “Look at that pretty cunt, all wet and ready for me,” he said, positioning himself at her entrance.

Manju’s heart was pounding, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew this was wrong, but the need was overwhelming. Nirav didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He thrust into her hard, filling her completely in one swift motion. Manju cried out, her nails digging into the desk as he began to move, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. “You’ve been needing this, haven’t you? Needing a real man to fuck you like this.”



She could only moan in response, her body moving in rhythm with his. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from Manju. Nirav’s cock was hitting all the right spots, the pleasure building with each thrust.

But Nirav wasn’t done yet. He pulled out suddenly, leaving Manju feeling empty and desperate. “Please, Nirav… don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes pleading.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said, flipping her over onto her stomach. He pushed her down, her ass in the air, and spread her cheeks to reveal her tight little asshole. “I’m just moving to the next hole.”

Manju’s eyes widened in shock. “Nirav, no… I’ve never…”

But he didn’t care. He spat on her asshole, using his fingers to rub the saliva in and loosen her up. She whimpered, the sensation strange and slightly painful. “Relax, Miss Manju. You’re going to love this.”



He pushed the tip of his cock against her ass, applying pressure until he felt her give way. Manju cried out, the pain intense as he slowly pushed in, inch by inch. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.




The pain began to subside, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar pleasure. Nirav started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, giving her time to adjust. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, pulling her hair to make her arch her back. “You love taking my cock in your ass.”

Manju couldn’t deny it. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body responding despite her initial reluctance. She moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as Nirav fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her ass with relentless force.

The tension in the room was palpable, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing off the walls. Manju’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge. “Nirav… I’m going to…”

“Cum for me, Miss Manju,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Cum all over my cock.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he released his load into her ass. Manju cried out, her body convulsing as she reached her own climax, the pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Nirav pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped out of her ass. He turned her around, forcing her to look at him. “You’re mine now, Miss Manju,” he said, his voice filled with possessiveness.



Manju’s legs were shaking, her body weak from the intense fucking. She could barely stand, her mind a jumble of emotions. But as she looked into Nirav’s eyes, she knew there was no going back. He had awakened something in her, something dark and primal that she could no longer ignore.

Nirav smiled, leaning in to kiss her roughly. “Get dressed. I’ll text you later.”

She nodded weakly, her body still trembling as she watched him leave the office. As she pulled her sari back into place, she knew her life had changed forever. The secret lust that had been simmering beneath the surface had finally erupted, and there was no putting it back in the bottle.

Outside the office, hidden in the shadows, Manju’s nephew stood frozen, his heart racing as he processed what he had just witnessed. His aunt, the woman he had secretly lusted after for years, had just been taken by another man in the most primal way possible. The sight of her trembling legs, the sounds of her moans, the sight of Nirav’s cum dripping from her ass… it was etched into his mind, fueling his own dark desires.

He didn’t know what to do, but one thing was clear: he couldn’t look at Manju the same way again.


The next day, Manju had barely settled into her office chair when her phone buzzed. It was Nirav. Her stomach churned with a mix of dread and anticipation as she read his message:

“Meet me on the rooftop. Now.”

Her hands trembled as she typed a response, her rational mind screaming at her to ignore him, to preserve the life she had built over the years. But her body—her traitorous, lustful body—betrayed her. She stood, smoothing her sari, and quietly made her way to the rooftop.

The cool breeze hit her as she stepped out, the city sprawling below. Nirav was leaning against the wall, his muscular frame silhouetted against the sky. He turned to her, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You came,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

“I…” she started, but he was already closing the distance between them. Before she could protest, he had her pinned against the wall, his body pressing into hers. His cock was hard, straining against his pants, and she could feel its heat even through the fabric.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” he growled, his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her sari aside. His fingers found her pussy, already wet despite her reluctance. “Look at you, Miss Manju. So fucking eager.”

“Nirav, we can’t—someone might see—” she stammered, but her words were cut off by a sharp gasp as his fingers plunged into her cunt.

“Let them see,” he hissed, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let everyone know who you belong to now. Your husband, your students, that pathetic nephew of yours—they’ll all know you’re my whore.”



He withdrew his fingers, shoving them into her mouth. “Taste yourself, slut.” She moaned around his digits, her tongue swirling around them as he watched, his cock twitching in response.

"Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he said, unbuckling his belt and freeing his throbbing cock. He gripped it, stroking himself as he stared at her. “On your knees.”

Manju hesitated, glancing around nervously, but Nirav’s hand was already in her hair, yanking her down. She fell to her knees with a whimper, the rough concrete scraping her skin.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and she obeyed, her lips parting as he shoved his cock inside. She gagged, her hands gripping his thighs as he thrust deeper, his length hitting the back of her throat.



“That’s it, take it like the good little slut you are,” he groaned, his hips pumping as he fucked her mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating her tongue.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping for air, and spun her around, bending her over the wall. Her ass was exposed, the cool breeze making her shiver.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ass since I saw you in that sari,” he muttered, spreading her cheeks and spitting on her tight hole. She cried out as he pressed a finger against it, the sensation both painful and electrifying.

“Nirav, please—” she begged, but he ignored her, pushing his finger inside her ass. She clenched around him, her body resisting, but he was relentless.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, adding a second finger and stretching her. She whimpered, her pussy dripping as he worked her open.

“You’re gonna take my cock in this ass, Miss Manju, and you’re gonna love it,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with her juices


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The first thrust was agonizing, her body unused to the intrusion. She cried out, her nails digging into the wall as he pushed deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her ass. The pain slowly gave way to pleasure, her body adjusting to his size.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl,” he said, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Her moans grew louder, her body betraying her once again as she pushed back against him.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, slapping her ass and leaving a red handprint. She nodded, her face flushed with shame and pleasure.

“Say it,” he demanded, pulling her hair.

“I… I like it,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Good girl,” he said, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. “I’m gonna fill this tight ass of yours, Miss Manju.”

With a final groan, he came, his hot cum filling her ass as she cried out in pleasure. He pulled out, panting, and turned her around, his cum dripping down her thighs.

“Look at you,” he said, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “My dirty little slut.”

Manju collapsed against the wall, her legs trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Nirav knelt in front of her, his fingers dipping into her pussy.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, bringing his fingers to her lips. “Clean them.”

She obeyed, sucking his fingers clean as he watched, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m not done with you yet, Miss Manju,” he said, standing and pulling her to her feet. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”

Her heart raced as he led her to the edge of the rooftop, her body still humming with pleasure and fear. She didn’t know what he had planned next, but one thing was certain: Nirav was far from finished with her.

Nirav’s grip tightened around Manju’s wrist, pulling her closer to the edge of the rooftop. Her heart pounded, her body still trembling from the roughness of their last encounter. She could feel the cool night air brushing against her flushed skin, but before Nirav could push her further, a voice cut through the silence.

“Quite the performance, Auntie.”

Manju froze, her breath catching in her throat. She turned slowly, her eyes widening as she saw Rohan step out of the shadows. His face was flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and the bulge in his pants left no doubt about what he had just witnessed.

“Rohan… what are you doing here?” Manju stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and disbelief.

Rohan smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ve been watching,” he said, his voice low and dripping with desire. “And I must say, you’re even more incredible than I imagined.”

Nirav chuckled, releasing Manju’s wrist and stepping back. “Looks like we’ve got an audience,” he said, his tone both amused and intrigued. “And a willing participant, it seems.”

Rohan stepped closer, his gaze flickering between Manju and Nirav. “I’ve always had… certain feelings for you, Auntie,” he admitted, his voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “And after what I just saw, I can’t hold back anymore. Let me join you.”

Manju’s eyes widened, her heart racing. “Rohan, this is… this is wrong,” she whispered, but even as she spoke, she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. The thought of being dominated by both men, of giving herself completely, sent a shiver of forbidden pleasure through her body.

Nirav stepped forward, his hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him. “You don’t get to say no,” he said, his voice cold and commanding. “You’re ours now, Manju. And we’re going to take you in every way possible.”





Before she could protest, Rohan’s hands were on her, pulling at the fabric of her sari. The delicate material fell away, leaving her exposed to the cool night air. She gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Nirav grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Let him see you,” Nirav growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let him see what he’s been fantasizing about for so long.”

Rohan’s hands explored her body, his touch firm and demanding. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he leaned in to suck on her nipples. Manju moaned, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Auntie,” Rohan murmured, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipple. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Nirav released her wrists, his hands moving to her ass. He squeezed the soft flesh, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Manju obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of the two men. Her eyes darted between them, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Nirav unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free, already hard and throbbing. Rohan followed suit, his own erection standing at attention.

“Open your mouth,” Nirav ordered, his hands gripping her hair and pulling her closer.

Manju hesitated for a moment, but the intensity in his eyes left no room for disobedience. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock.

“Good girl,” Nirav murmured, his hand tightening in her hair.

Rohan stepped around behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He leaned down, his tongue trailing along her slit, causing her to gasp and moan around Nirav’s cock.



“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Rohan groaned, his fingers spreading her open as he continued to lick and tease her pussy.

Nirav thrust into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Manju gagged, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She could feel the heat of Rohan’s mouth on her pussy, his tongue working her into a frenzy.

“Such a good little slut,” Nirav growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Taking both of us like this.”

Rohan’s fingers teased her asshole, circling the tight ring of muscle as he continued to eat her out. Manju moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as he pushed a finger inside her.




“Fuck, she’s tight,” Rohan murmured, his voice filled with awe. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into her.”

Nirav pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. “Get on the ground,” he ordered, his voice harsh and demanding.

Manju obeyed, lying down on the cold concrete floor of the rooftop. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy and asshole exposed and ready.

Nirav positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. Rohan knelt behind her, his cock pressing against her asshole.

“Tell us you want this,” Nirav demanded, his hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him.

Manju’s eyes were filled with a mix of fear and desire. “I… I want this,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Louder,” Rohan growled, his hands gripping her hips.

“I want this!” Manju cried, her voice echoing in the night air.

Both men thrust into her at the same time, filling her completely. Manju screamed, her body stretching to accommodate their size. The sensation was overwhelming, her pussy and asshole both being filled to the brim.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Nirav groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with Rohan’s.

Rohan’s hands gripped her hips, his thrusts rough and relentless. “You’re taking us so well, Auntie,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire.

Manju moaned, her body trembling with pleasure and pain. The feeling of being completely filled, of being used by both men, sent waves of ecstasy through her.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” Nirav growled, his hand slapping her ass, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

“Take us, Auntie,” Rohan murmured, his voice filled with desire. “Take every inch.”



Their thrusts became more frantic, their cocks pounding into her with a desperation that left her breathless. Manju could feel herself on the edge, her body trembling with the intensity of their movements.

“I’m going to cum,” Rohan groaned, his body tensing as he thrust deeper into her ass.

“Cum inside her,” Nirav commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.

Rohan obeyed, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her ass. Nirav followed soon after, his own release filling her pussy.

Manju’s body convulsed with pleasure, her own orgasm washing over her as she was filled by both men. She cried out, her voice echoing in the night air as they continued to thrust into her, prolonging her ecstasy.

Finally, they pulled out, their cocks glistening with her juices. Manju lay on the ground, her body trembling and spent.

“You’re ours now, Manju,” Nirav murmured, his hand stroking her hair. “And we’re not done with you yet.”

Rohan knelt beside her, his hand trailing along her body. “We’re going to take you in every way possible,” he whispered, his voice filled with promise.

Manju’s heart raced, her body still humming with pleasure. She knew there was no turning back now. She was theirs, and they were far from finished with her.



As the cool rooftop air grazed her sweat-drenched skin, Manju lay sprawled on the ground, her body still trembling from the raw intensity of Nirav and Rohan’s double penetration. Her legs were wide open, her pussy and asshole throbbing from the brutal stretch they had endured. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her mind a whirlwind of shame, pleasure, and confusion.

Nirav stood over her, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with her juices. He smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. “You’re not done yet, Manju,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “You think you can just lie there and recover? I own you.”

Rohan knelt beside her, his hand sliding up her thigh, his touch making her shiver despite the heat coursing through her body. “She’s so wet,” he murmured, his fingers slipping between her folds, teasing her already swollen clit. “Even after all that, she’s still begging for more.”

Manju whimpered, her hips instinctively arching toward his touch. She hated herself for it, hated how her body betrayed her morals, but she couldn’t deny the electric pleasure that shot through her at his touch. “Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Please what?” Nirav demanded, crouching down to grab her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “Use your words, Manju. Tell us what you want.”




She hesitated, her pride warring with her lust, but the ache between her legs was too much to ignore. “Please… fuck me again,” she breathed, her cheeks burning with shame.

Nirav’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “That’s my girl,” he purred, releasing her hair and standing up. “But this time, we’re going to do it my way.”

Before she could process his words, he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was on all fours. Manju gasped, the position leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Nirav, wait—” she started to protest, but Rohan cut her off.

“Shh, Manju,” he whispered, kneeling in front of her and cupping her face. “Just let us take care of you. You’re going to love this.”

She stared up at him, her dark eyes wide with fear and anticipation, as Nirav positioned himself behind her. She felt his cock pressing against her sore asshole, and panic shot through her. “No, not there again—it’s too much—”

“You can take it,” Nirav growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You took it before, and you’ll take it again. Be a good girl for me, Manju.”

Before she could protest further, he thrust into her, his thick cock stretching her tight hole mercilessly. Manju screamed, the pain quickly giving way to a strange, overwhelming pleasure as he began to pound into her with relentless force.




“Look at me,” Rohan commanded, his voice firm. When she obeyed, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, already hard and leaking with pre-cum. He pressed the tip to her lips, and she opened her mouth instinctively, letting him slide inside.

The sensation of being filled at both ends was overwhelming, the dual stimulation sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Nirav’s cock pistoned in and out of her ass, each thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through her, while Rohan fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, his gaze locked on hers.

“That’s it, Manju,” Nirav growled, his slams growing harder, faster. “Take it like the slut you are. You love this, don’t you? You love being used by your former student and your nephew.”





Her moans were muffled by Rohan’s cock, but her body responded eagerly, her hips rocking back to meet Nirav’s thrusts. She could feel herself spiraling toward another orgasm, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“She’s close,” Rohan said, pulling out of her mouth and stroking himself as he watched her. “Come on, Manju. Let us see you cum.”

As if on command, her body exploded in ecstasy, her ass clenching around Nirav’s cock as she let out a strangled cry. Nirav groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “Fuck, Manju—you’re so tight—”

With one final thrust, he came, his hot seed filling her ass as Rohan spilled his load across her face, his cum splattering her cheeks and lips. Manju collapsed onto the ground, her body trembling with aftershocks, her mind foggy with pleasure and exhaustion.

Nirav pulled out of her, giving her ass a sharp smack that made her jump. “Good girl,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “But we’re still not done with you.”

Rohan knelt beside her, his hand trailing along her back. “Not even close,” he agreed, his tone dark with promise. “We’re going to break you, Manju. Piece by piece.”

Manju’s heart raced, her body humming with a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew this was far from over. They had claimed her, body and soul, and there was no escaping them now.

As the two men loomed over her, a new thought crept into her mind—a thought that terrified her even more than what they had already done. What if I don’t want to escape?

Manju’s body was still trembling from the last round, but Nirav and Rohan showed no signs of slowing down. They stood over her, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of hunger and triumph.



“Open that pretty mouth,” Nirav commanded, his voice low and gruff. Manju hesitated for only a second before parting her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. “Good girl,” he growled, guiding his cock toward her mouth. She could feel the warmth of him against her tongue, the salty taste of precum already coating her senses.






As she began to suck, Rohan moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips. “Don’t stop,” he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. He guided himself into her pussy, the tight warmth of her making him groan. Manju moaned around Nirav’s cock, the vibrations sending a shiver up his spine.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Rohan muttered, his hands digging into her soft flesh. He began to thrust, each movement deliberate and deep. Manju’s body responded instinctively, her hips rocking back to meet him as her mouth continued to work Nirav’s cock.

Nirav chuckled darkly, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You’re such a slut for this, aren’t you? Taking two cocks like it’s nothing.” Manju whimpered, her cheeks flushing as his words sent a jolt of shame and arousal through her. She wanted to protest, to deny it, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around Rohan’s cock as he drove into her harder.

Rohan’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his hands tightening on her hips. Manju moaned again, the sound muffled by Nirav’s cock. Rohan’s release spilled inside her, hot and thick, and she felt herself trembling as the sensation flooded her.



Nirav pulled his cock from her mouth, a smirk on his lips. “Your turn,” he said, guiding her onto her knees. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her asshole. Manju tensed, her breath catching in her throat.

“Relax,” Nirav murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle. He spread her cheeks, his thumb circling her tight hole. “You’re going to take it all.” Manju whimpered, her body trembling as he pushed inside her. The stretch was intense, almost unbearable, but Nirav didn’t stop until he was fully seated.

“Fuck,” Nirav groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “You feel amazing.” He began to thrust, each movement slow and deliberate. Manju gasped, the sensation overwhelming her. It was painful, yes, but there was also a strange pleasure in the way he filled her, claimed her.

Rohan watched from the side, his cock already hardening again. “You’re taking it so well,” he said, his voice teasing. He stepped closer, his cock pressing against her lips. Manju opened her mouth, taking him in as Nirav continued to fuck her ass.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, the slap of skin against skin. Manju’s mind was overwhelmed, her body on fire. She couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything beyond the sensations coursing through her.

Nirav’s thrusts became faster, more erratic. “I’m gonna cum,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. Manju whimpered around Rohan’s cock, her body trembling as Nirav spilled inside her, filling her with his release.



Rohan pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. “My turn,” he said, positioning himself behind her. Nirav stepped back, watching as Rohan entered her pussy again. Manju cried out, her body still sensitive from the last round.

Rohan’s thrusts were hard and deep, each one driving her closer to the edge. “You’re such a good little slut,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. Manju’s body responded to his words, her pussy clenching around him as she neared her own release.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Rohan warned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Manju moaned, her body trembling as she felt him spill inside her once again. The sensation pushed her over the edge, her own orgasm washing over her in waves.

Nirav and Rohan stepped back, their breaths ragged as they watched her. Manju collapsed onto the ground, her body spent and trembling.

“You’re ours now,” Nirav said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You’ll never be able to e scape us.” They pour cum on manju's face to show their supremacy on her...

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Epilogue 1 : Seven Months Later

Manju’s life had changed in ways she never could have imagined. Her once orderly routine was now filled with secret rendezvous and stolen moments of passion. She continued to teach, her professional demeanor unwavering, but beneath the surface, she was a different woman.



Her husband Rakesh noticed the changes—the way she sometimes seemed distant, the way her body had begun to swell with new life. When she finally told him about the pregnancy, his reaction was one of shock and confusion. “Whose child is it?” he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.



Manju could only shake her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know,” she whispered, the truth tearing at her heart.

Nirav and Rohan, however, were not so subtle in their reactions. When they found out about the pregnancy, their eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and possessiveness. “You’re carrying our child,” Nirav said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You’ll never be free of us now.”



Rohan’s reaction was more subdued, but no less intense. “You’re ours,” he murmured, his hand resting on her swollen belly. “Forever.”

Manju’s life had become a twisted web of secrets and desires, and she knew there was no turning back. She was trapped, bound to these men by a bond that was both physical and psychological. And as she felt the life growing inside her, she couldn’t help but wonder: What have I done?

 Epilogue 2

After 1.5 Years

The shower was running, steam filling the bathroom as Manju stood under the warm spray, her body pressed between Nirav and Rohan. Their hands roamed over her wet skin, their laughter echoing in the tiled space. Manju leaned back against Nirav, her eyes half-closed, while Rohan traced the curve of her hip with his fingers.


“Your body still drives me crazy,” Nirav murmured, his lips brushing her ear. Manju smirked, her hand reaching back to grip his thigh. “Still? That’s reassuring,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Rohan chuckled, stepping closer. “You’ve always been shameless, haven’t you?” he teased, his hand sliding between her legs. Manju arched into his touch, her breath hitching. “Shameless? You taught me that,” she shot back, her tone crude yet playful.

All of a sudden, Manju shifted slightly, her body relaxing as a stream of piss began to flow from her, splashing onto the shower floor and hitting Rohan’s leg.



He froze, his eyes widening in mock outrage. “What the hell, Manju? You’re pissing on me now?”

Manju laughed, unfazed. “Oh, don’t act so innocent. Last week, it was you pouring piss over me, remember?” she said, her tone sharp yet casual. Rohan smirked, shaking his head. “You’re disgusting,” he said, though there was no real anger in his voice.



“Disgusting?” Manju retorted, stepping closer to him. “Our baby has your piss smell in her hair, and you’re calling me disgusting?”

Before the banter could escalate, the sound of their daughter crying echoed from the nursery. Nirav and Rohan exchanged a glance, their protective instincts kicking in. “I’ll get her,” Rohan said, stepping out of the shower. “You stay here,” Nirav added, his hands still on Manju’s waist.

Manju watched as Rohan wrapped a towel around himself and left, her mind briefly drifting to the life they’d built together. To the world, it might seem dirty, degraded. But for her, this was happiness. A twisted, raw kind of happiness she’d grown to crave.

“What are you thinking?” Nirav asked, his voice soft. Manju turned to face him, a sly smile on her lips. “That I’m exactly where I want to be.”



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KAYADU LOHAR



BASIC PLOT:

Pandian brothers, a notorious gang involved in illegal drug dealings and anti-national activities, are under the radar of Kishore Dass, a strict IAS officer. To dismantle Kishore’s efforts, the brothers devise a plan to corrupt his wife, Kayadu Lohar, a school teacher. Using Anbu and Arivu, twin mind control specialists, they hypnotize Kayadu to turn her into their pawn, making her act against her husband and become their plaything.

CHARACTER SKETCH:

- Kayadu Lohar : A devoted school teacher and wife of Kishore Dass. Innocent and unsuspecting, she becomes the target of the Pandian brothers’ sinister plan.



Kishore Dass: A no-nonsense IAS officer determined to bring down the Pandian brothers.



Shanmuga Pandian: The leader of the Pandian gang, ruthless and cunning.



Aarumugam Pandian: Shanmuga’s older brother, posing as a servant in Kishore’s household.



- Eshwara Pandian: The local MLA and second brother of Shanmuga, using his political power to shield their illegal activities.



- Anbu and Arivu: Twin mind control experts working for the Pandian brothers, specializing in hypnosis and manipulation.



The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense burning in the corner. Kayadu sat on a plush velvet chair, her hands resting on her lap, her eyes wide with curiosity. She had been told this was a relaxation session, something to help her unwind after a long day of teaching. But the twins standing before her had other plans.

Anbu stepped forward, his voice smooth as silk. “Kayadu, just focus on my voice. Let everything else fade away.”

Arivu stood behind her, his hands gently resting on her shoulders. “You’re safe here. Just relax… let go.”

Kayadu blinked, her eyelids feeling heavier by the second. She tried to shake off the drowsiness, but it was like wading through molasses. “What… what are you doing?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

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“Shhh,” Anbu whispered, his voice dripping with calm authority. “Just watch the pendant.”

He held up a small, glittering necklace, the silver chain catching the faint light in the room. The pendant swung back and forth, its rhythmic motion mesmerizing. Kayadu’s eyes followed it instinctively, her breathing slowing down.

“That’s it,” Arivu cooed, his fingers massaging her shoulders lightly. “Just keep watching. Let your mind drift.”

The pendant swayed left… then right… left… then right. Kayadu felt her thoughts slipping away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy sensation. Her body felt lighter, as if she were floating.

“You’re doing so well,” Anbu said, his voice soft but firm. “With every swing, you feel yourself sinking deeper… deeper into relaxation.”



Kayadu’s lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. She couldn’t remember why she had been worried earlier. Everything felt so… peaceful.

“Now, Kayadu,” Anbu continued, his tone taking on a commanding edge. “When I snap my fingers, you will feel an overwhelming desire to obey me. You will do whatever I say without question. Do you understand?”

She nodded lazily, her head bobbing like a doll’s. “Yes…”

Snap.

The sound echoed in the room, sharp and sudden. Kayadu’s body jolted slightly, her eyes glazing over. She felt a strange warmth spread through her chest, a tingling sensation that made her skin prickle.

“Good girl,” Arivu whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Now, tell me… how do you feel?”

Kayadu’s voice was dreamy, almost childlike. “I feel… good. So good.”

Anbu smirked, exchanging a glance with his brother. “Perfect. Now, Kayadu, I want you to repeat after me: ‘I am a slut.’”



Her brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of resistance crossing her face. “I… I can’t say that.”

“Yes, you can,” Arivu urged, his fingers digging into her shoulders just enough to make her gasp. “Say it.”

Kayadu hesitated, her lips trembling. But the warmth in her chest grew stronger, pushing her to comply. “I… I am a slut.”



“Louder,” Anbu demanded, his voice sharp.

“I am a slut!” she blurted out, her voice echoing in the room.



The twins grinned, their plan unfolding exactly as they had hoped.

“Very good,” Anbu said, his tone softening again. “Now, Kayadu, whenever you hear the word ‘pandian,’ you will feel an irresistible urge to obey any command given to you. Do you understand?”

She nodded eagerly, her mind too foggy to question it. “Yes…”

“And when you wake up,” Arivu added, his voice low and seductive, “you won’t remember any of this. But your body will remember. Your mind will remember.”

Kayadu’s head lolled to the side, her breathing slow and steady. She was completely under their control now, a blank slate ready to be molded.

Anbu leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered the final command. “When you wake up, you will crave the touch of the Pandian brothers. You will want them more than anything else in the world.”

Her body shuddered at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips. The twins exchanged a satisfied look before stepping back.

“Wake up, Kayadu,” Anbu said firmly.

Her eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly as she looked around the room. “What… what happened?” she asked, her voice groggy.

Arivu smiled warmly, his demeanor completely different now. “You just had a wonderful relaxation session. How do you feel?”

Kayadu stretched slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I feel… amazing. Thank you.”



As she stood up to leave, she didn’t notice the twins’ knowing smirks or the way their eyes followed her every move. She was already walking into their trap, completely unaware of the darkness that awaited her....

[I]Anbu: leans back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face “So, we’ve got her. Kayadu’s under our control now. All it takes is one word—slut. Say it, and she’s ours.[/I]”]

Arivu: nods, his sharp features lit with satisfaction “We’ve planted the trigger deep. She won’t even remember what happens when she’s under. It’s like she’s a blank slate, ready to be written on.”

Shanmuga Pandian: rubs his hands together, his rugged face lighting up with anticipation “Good work, boys. Now, let’s see if this little experiment of yours actually works. Aarumugam, you’re up.”

Aarumugam: grins mischievously, his athletic frame shifting as he stands “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this. Let’s see how obedient our little school teacher really is.”

---

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension as Aarumugam waited for Kayadu to arrive. She walked in, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her curves accentuated by the tight saree she wore. She looked around, her eyes wide with curiosity.



Kayadu: smiling softly “Aarumugam? What’s going on? Why did you call me here?”

Aarumugam: steps closer, his voice smooth and commanding “Relax, Kayadu. I just wanted to talk. You’ve been working so hard lately. You deserve a little… break.”

Kayadu: tilts her head, her expression softening “That’s sweet of you. But I should really get back home soon. Kishore’s out of town, and—”



Aarumugam: cuts her off, his voice dropping to a whisper “Slut.”

Kayadu’s body stiffened for a moment, her eyes glazing over as the word echoed in her mind. Her shoulders relaxed, and a vacant smile spread across her lips.

Kayadu: in a dreamy voice “Yes…?”

Aarumugam: grins, stepping closer “That’s it. Good girl. Now, why don’t you show me how much you’ve missed me?”

Kayadu: blinks slowly, her voice soft and submissive “I’ve missed you… so much.”

Aarumugam: runs a hand down her arm, his touch sending shivers through her body “Then prove it. Take off your clothes.”

Kayadu didn’t hesitate. Her fingers moved to the hem of her saree, pulling it free with practiced ease. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her lacy bra and panties. Aarumugam’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her.




Aarumugam: grabs her waist, pulling her close “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. Now, let’s see what else you can do.”

Kayadu: moans softly as his hands roam her body “Anything… for you.”

Aarumugam: unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor “Good girl. Now, suck my cock.”



Kayadu dropped to her knees without hesitation, her hands fumbling with his belt. She pulled his pants down, freeing his hard cock. Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Aarumugam: groans, tangling his fingers in her hair “That’s it. Take it all, you little slut.”




Kayadu obeyed, taking him deeper into her mouth until her nose pressed against his stomach. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue working him expertly. Aarumugam’s hips bucked forward, driving himself deeper into her throat.

Aarumugam: pulls her hair, forcing her to look up at him “You love this, don’t you? Being my little whore?”

Kayadu: gasping for air, her eyes glazed with submission “Yes… I love it.”

Aarumugam: grins wickedly “Then let’s take this to the next level.”

He pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and bending her over the table. His hands gripped her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one thrust, he buried himself inside her, eliciting a loud moan from Kayadu.

Kayadu: arching her back, her voice trembling with pleasure “Oh god… yes!”

Aarumugam: pounds into her relentlessly “That’s it. Take it all, you dirty slut. You’re mine now.”

Kayadu’s moans grew louder as he fucked her harder, her body shaking with each thrust. Her pussy clenched around him, pulling him deeper as she neared her climax.



Aarumugam: groans, his pace quickening “I’m gonna cum inside you. And once I do, you’ll be mine forever.”

Kayadu: crying out in ecstasy “Yes! Please… fill me!”

With a final thrust, Aarumugam came inside her, his hot seed spilling deep into her pussy. Kayadu screamed as she reached her own climax, her body trembling with pleasure.

Aarumugam: pulling out, a satisfied smirk on his face “Now you’re mine. Forever.”

Kayadu collapsed onto the table, her body still shaking from the intensity of their encounter. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration.

Kayadu: whispering softly “Yours… forever.”

AFTER FEW HOURS...

Aarumugam leaned back, his chest heaving as he watched Kayadu’s body twitch with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pill, holding it out to her with a sly grin.

Aarumugam: “Here, take this. It’s an ipill. Don’t want any… complications, do we?”



Kayadu blinked, her mind still hazy from the pleasure, but she obediently took the pill and swallowed it without question. She licked her lips, her eyes glazed over as she looked up at him.

Kayadu: “Thank you… master.”

Aarumugam chuckled, running a hand through her hair possessively. “Good girl. Now, there’s something you should know. I’m not just some servant. I’m Aarumugam Pandian. One of the Pandian brothers. And you, my dear, are now part of our plan.”

Kayadu tilted her head, her expression blank but curious. “Plan?”

Aarumugam: “Yes. To destroy your husband, Kishore. He’s been a thorn in our side for too long. And you, my little slut, are going to help us.”



Kayadu’s lips curled into a smile, her voice dripping with eagerness. “Whatever you say, master. I’m yours to use.”

Aarumugam smirked, pulling her to her feet. “Good. Let’s go meet my brothers. They’re going to love you.”

---

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation as Aarumugam led Kayadu inside. Shanmuga Pandian and Eshwara Pandian were already there, their eyes lighting up as they saw her. Anbu and Arivu stood in the corner, their expressions unreadable but their presence commanding.

Shanmuga: “So, this is the famous Kayadu. The wife of that bastard Kishore.”

Eshwara: “And now, our little plaything.”

Kayadu stepped forward, her hips swaying seductively as she approached them. “I’m here to serve you, masters. Whatever you want.”

Shanmuga grinned, his eyes raking over her body. “Oh, we’re going to enjoy this. Strip for us, slut.”

Without hesitation, Kayadu began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate. Her clothes fell to the floor, revealing her curvaceous body in all its glory. The Pandian brothers exchanged hungry glances, their desire evident.


Eshwara: “On your knees, whore.”

Kayadu obeyed instantly, dropping to her knees in front of them. Her hands rested on her thighs, her eyes looking up at them with a mix of submission and eagerness.



Shanmuga: “Open your mouth.”

She parted her lips, her tongue darting out slightly as she awaited their command. Shanmuga stepped forward, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick cock. He gripped the base, guiding it toward her mouth.

Shanmuga: “Suck it, bitch.”

Kayadu leaned forward, taking him into her mouth without hesitation. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to bob her head. The room filled with the wet sounds of her sucking, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.

Eshwara: “Fuck, look at her go. She’s a natural.”

Aarumugam chuckled, watching with satisfaction. “Told you she’d be perfect.”

Shanmuga groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust into her mouth. “That’s it, slut. Take it all.”

Kayadu moaned around his cock, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on pleasing him. Her hands reached up to fondle his balls, squeezing gently as she continued to suck.

Eshwara: “My turn.”

He stepped forward, pulling down his pants to reveal his own erection. He positioned himself behind Kayadu, his hands gripping her hips as he lined up with her pussy.



Eshwara: “Ready for me, whore?”

Kayadu nodded eagerly, her mouth still full of Shanmuga’s cock. Eshwara thrust into her in one smooth motion, eliciting a muffled moan from her. He began to pound into her relentlessly, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.

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Aarumugam: “Don’t forget about me.”

He moved to the side, positioning himself in front of Kayadu’s face. He grabbed her hair, pulling her off Shanmuga’s cock and guiding her mouth onto his own. Kayadu opened wide, taking him in without hesitation.

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The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet squelch of Kayadu’s pussy as Eshwara fucked her hard, and the lewd slurping as she sucked Aarumugam’s cock. Her body was being used by all three men, and she loved every second of it.

Shanmuga: “Switch.”

Eshwara pulled out, allowing Shanmuga to take his place. He thrust into her pussy with a groan, his cock stretching her walls as he set a brutal pace. Eshwara moved to her ass, spitting on his fingers before pressing them against her tight hole.

Eshwara: “You’re going to take my cock in your ass now, slut.”

Kayadu moaned around Aarumugam’s cock, her body trembling with anticipation. Eshwara pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole, pushing in slowly but firmly. Kayadu gasped as he stretched her open, her asshole clenching around him as he slid deeper.

Eshwara: “Fuck, she’s tight.”

He began to thrust into her ass, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her hard. Kayadu’s body was being filled from both ends, her pussy and ass stretched to their limits as the Pandian brothers used her without mercy.




Aarumugam: “Cum for us, slut.”

Kayadu’s body convulsed as she came hard, her pussy and ass clenching around the cocks inside her. The men groaned as they felt her tighten around them, their own orgasms building quickly.

Shanmuga: “I’m going to fill this pussy.”

He thrust into her one last time before cumming deep inside her pussy, his hot seed spilling into her. Eshwara followed suit, his cock pulsing as he came in her ass. Aarumugam pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself as he came all over her face.

Kayadu collapsed onto the floor, her body covered in cum and trembling with pleasure. The Pandian brothers looked down at her with satisfied smirks.

Shanmuga: “Now you’re ours. Every time we cum inside you, you become more of our slut.”

Kayadu smiled up at them, her voice soft but eager. “I’m your slut… forever.”

Eshwara: “Your husband will be back in four days. Until then, you’re staying with us. We have plans for you.”

Kayadu nodded obediently. “Whatever you say, masters.”




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AFTER ONE DAY:

The bathroom door was wide open, steam curling out into the bedroom where the Pandian brothers and the twins sat, their voices low but sharp as they plotted. Kayadu stood under the shower, water cascading down her curves, her skin glistening.



She wasn’t shy, not anymore. Her voice carried over the sound of the running water, crude and unapologetic, as she chimed in on their conversation.

Kayadu: “So, you’re saying I should poison his food? Or is it better to stash the money in the house? Either way, I’m ready. Just tell me what to do.”



Shanmuga: “You’re getting bold, slut. I like it.” He leaned back on the bed, his eyes fixed on her through the open door. “But let’s not rush. We need to make sure Kishore doesn’t suspect a thing.”




Kayadu: “He won’t. He trusts me too much. That’s his weakness.” She turned off the shower and stepped out, dripping wet, not bothering to cover herself. She walked over to the western toilet where Anbu sat, the lid down, his legs spread casually as he spoke.

Kayadu: “Anbu, I need to piss. Move.”

Anbu: “Since when do you sit to piss, Kayadu? You’ve been anything but a proper Indian girl since we got our hands on you.” His tone was taunting, a smirk playing on his lips.




Kayadu: “Fine. I’ll do it your way.” She straddled the toilet, facing him, her legs spread wide. “Happy now?”




Arivu: “That’s more like it. No inhibitions, no shame. Just how we like you.” He laughed, leaning forward to watch.

Kayadu: “Bow bow,” she said mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Should I bark like a dog too?”



The room erupted in laughter, the sound harsh and unrestrained. Kayadu joined in, her laughter loud and unashamed. She finished and stood up, not bothering to clean herself, and walked back into the bedroom, still naked.

Eshwara: “Now that’s settled, let’s get back to the plan. Killing Kishore is risky. If we go with the money angle, it’s cleaner. Kayadu, you’ll stash the cash in your house. We’ll tip off the income tax department, and they’ll arrest him for corruption.”

Kayadu: “Sounds easy enough. But what about after? What happens to me once Kishore’s gone?” Her voice was calm, almost detached, as if she were discussing someone else’s life.

Shanmuga: “You’ll stay with us, of course. You’re our whore now.”

Kayadu: “Don’t lie to me. I know you’ll get bored of me eventually. You can’t keep me as your whore forever. So, what’s the plan? What kind of life are you going to give me?” Her tone was sharp, cutting through the room like a knife.



Aarumugam: “You’re right. We’ll get bored. But that doesn’t mean we’ll just throw you away. We’ll find a use for you.”

Kayadu: “Like what? Be specific. I want to know what kind of dirty life I’m signing up for.”

Anbu: “How about this? You’ll run a brothel for us. A high-end one, catering to powerful men. You’ll be the madam, but you’ll also be one of the girls. You’ll train them, manage them, and fuck the clients when needed.”

Kayadu: “A brothel? In Madurai? That’s bold. But I like it. It’s dirty, it’s illegal, and it’s permanent. I’ll do it.” She didn’t hesitate, her voice steady and resolute.

Arivu: “Good. That’s settled then. Once Kishore’s out of the picture, you’ll start setting it up. We’ll provide the money, the connections, everything you need.”



Kayadu: “And what about these next four days? What do you want from me while we wait for my husband to come home?”

Shanmuga: “You’ll do whatever we say, whenever we say it. You’re our slut, remember?”

Kayadu: “I remember. And I’m ready. Just tell me what’s next.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of their plans hanging in the air. Then, slowly, the conversation picked up again, the details of their scheme unfolding in crude, explicit detail. Kayadu listened intently, her face calm, her body relaxed. She was all in, no hesitation, no regrets.



AFTER 6 MONTHS

Shanmuga Pandian: "Six months. Can you believe it’s been six months since we took control of everything?"

Aarumugam: "Time flies when you’re having fun, brother. And Kayadu here has been the star of the show."


Kayadu: "I’m just doing what I was made for, Aarumugam. Serving you all."


Anbu: "And you’ve done it flawlessly. The brothel is thriving, and Kishore’s reputation is in ruins. Everything’s gone according to plan."

Arivu: "Not just according to plan—better than we could’ve imagined. Kayadu, you’ve exceeded every expectation."

Eshwara Pandian: "She’s more than a pawn now. She’s our queen. The face of our empire."

Kayadu: "I’m honored to serve you all. My life has never been more fulfilling."

Shanmuga Pandian: "Let’s not forget the twins. Anbu and Arivu, your mind control skills have been the backbone of this operation."

Anbu: "It’s all about precision and patience. Kayadu was the perfect subject—so willing to submit once we broke her down."

Arivu: "And now she’s unstoppable. A true masterpiece of manipulation."

Aarumugam: "Speaking of manipulation, let’s not forget how far we’ve come. Kishore’s in prison, his career destroyed, and we’ve got his wife as our prized possession. It doesn’t get better than this."

Eshwara Pandian: "And the brothel? It’s the most exclusive spot in the district. High-end clients, top-tier service, and Kayadu running the show like a pro."

Kayadu: "It’s all thanks to your guidance. I couldn’t have done it without you."

Shanmuga Pandian: "Modest as always. But let’s not downplay your role, Kayadu. You’ve embraced your new life with open arms—and legs."

Kayadu: "I’ve learned to embrace my true self. I was always meant to be your slut, your whore, your cum bucket. Now I live it every day."

Aarumugam: "That’s the spirit. You’ve become everything we wanted and more."

Anbu: "And the best part? She doesn’t even remember who she used to be. Kishore’s wife? That’s a distant memory."

Arivu: "Her past is erased. All that’s left is the perfect puppet we created."

Eshwara Pandian: "A puppet who knows how to pull the strings herself now. Kayadu, you’ve become a force to be reckoned with."

Kayadu: "I owe it all to you. You’ve given me purpose, pleasure, and power. I’ll never forget that."

Shanmuga Pandian: "And we’ll never let you go. You’re ours, Kayadu. Forever."

Aarumugam: "Speaking of forever, let’s talk about the future. The brothel’s just the beginning. We’ve got bigger plans—more money, more power, more control."

Eshwara Pandian: "And Kayadu will be at the center of it all. Our queen, our whore, our everything."

Kayadu: "I’m ready for whatever comes next. My body, my mind, my soul—they all belong to you."

Anbu: "That’s what we like to hear. You’ve become the perfect weapon, Kayadu. And we’re just getting started."

Arivu: "The next six months will be even bigger. More clients, more influence, more control over this district."

Shanmuga Pandian: "And Kayadu, you’ll be the face of it all. The symbol of our empire."

Kayadu: "I wouldn’t have it any other way. I live to serve you, to please you, to be your slut."

Aarumugam: "And we’ll make sure you’re rewarded for it. Every night, every day, you’ll feel our appreciation."

Eshwara Pandian: "Starting now. Come here, Kayadu. Let’s remind you why you chose this life."

Kayadu: "Yes, Eshwara. I’m yours."

Shanmuga Pandian: "That’s right. All of ours. Now, let’s celebrate six months of success—and many more to come."

Anbu: "To Kayadu—our masterpiece, our queen, our whore."

Arivu: "And to the future. It’s only going to get better from here."

Kayadu: "I’m ready for whatever you have planned. My body is yours to use, my mind is yours to control, and my soul is yours to own."

Aarumugam: "That’s what we like to hear. Now, let’s get started."

Eshwara Pandian: "Come here, Kayadu. Let’s show you how much we appreciate you."

Kayadu: "Yes, Eshwara. I’m yours."

Shanmuga Pandian: "All of ours. Now, let’s celebrate six months of success—and many more to come."

Anbu: "To Kayadu—our masterpiece, our queen, our whore."

Arivu: "And to the future. It’s only going to get better from here."

Kayadu: "I’m ready for whatever you have planned. My body is yours to use, my mind is yours to control, and my soul is yours to own."

Aarumugam: "That’s what we like to hear. Now, let’s get started."

Eshwara Pandian: "Come here, Kayadu. Let’s show you how much we appreciate you."

Kayadu: "Yes, Eshwara. I’m yours."The room fell into a charged silence as Kayadu moved toward Eshwara, her every step deliberate, her every breath a testament to her submission. The men watched with hungry eyes, their control over her absolute, their satisfaction palpable. She knelt before Eshwara, her head bowed, her body trembling with anticipation.

Eshwara’s hand reached out, gripping her chin and tilting her face upward. “You’ve done well, Kayadu. You’ve become everything we dreamed of—and more.”

Kayadu’s lips parted, her voice soft but unwavering. “I exist for you. For all of you. My purpose is your pleasure.”

Shanmuga Pandian stepped forward, his gaze dark with desire. “And we’ll never let you forget it. You’re ours, Kayadu. Forever.”

Aarumugam chuckled, his voice low and possessive. “Let’s make this night unforgettable. A celebration of your devotion—and our power.”

Anbu and Arivu exchanged a knowing glance, their minds already weaving the next chapter of their control. “The future is ours,” Anbu said, his voice dripping with confidence. “And you, Kayadu, will be at the center of it all.”

Kayadu’s eyes glazed over, her mind surrendering completely to their will. “I’m ready. Use me. Own me. I’m yours.”

Eshwara’s grip tightened, his voice a command. “Then prove it.”

And she did.

The night unfolded in a haze of dominance and submission, each moment a testament to the empire they had built and the puppet they had perfected. Kayadu gave herself entirely, her body a vessel for their desires, her mind a canvas for their control.




As the hours passed, the men reveled in their triumph, their laughter echoing through the room. They had achieved the impossible—turning a broken woman into their greatest weapon, their most prized possession.

And Kayadu? She found fulfillment in her servitude, her soul tethered to theirs, her existence defined by their will.

The story of Kishore’s wife was long forgotten, buried beneath layers of manipulation and control. In her place stood Kayadu—their queen, their whore, their masterpiece.




THE END
 
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