The Pa’s Wife Anjali

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Year 1999:

Prakash was a forty five year old minister in a state’s government. He was tall and fit for his age. He had grey hair and a black handle bar mustache. Prakash widely known as the next C.M. of that particular state and hence many aspirants approached him daily for ticket for the next election. And one of them was Sheetal. She was thirty two year old married woman who worked in various NGOs and other nonprofit organizations. But she was ambitious; she wanted to do something big. Like becoming a prominent minister in a government and for that she needed to win elections. Prakash was leading the ruling party for the next elections and hence she knew that he was her only chance.

Sheetal had taken appointment two months earlier and now she was called to meet Prakash. She arrived one hour early and entered his office. When he arrived Prakash was astounded by her beauty. He was old but his cock which was as healthy as it had been in his youth gave her a salute. Before she could see it Prakash sat down and the doors of the office were closed.

Seven days later:

Time was past ten o clock at night. A farm house at the outskirts of the city which was owned by Prakash was in darkness except for the flicker of light coming from the cozy bedroom. Inside the bedroom Prakash was seated on the king sized bed holding Sheetal’s hand. She was not meeting his eyes as she spoke.

SHEETAL: Sir, will I get the ticket for sure.

PRAKASH: sure? Guarantee!! Now you’re so close to me…how can I let you go empty handed?

Prakash gently pushed her on the bed and let the mosquito repelling net cover around the bed. He removed his shirt and lowered onto her. His hands slowly removed the pallu of her revealing her ample bosom under the blouse.

PRAKASH: Just make me happy darling…

He switched off the lights and the night was filled with their moans.

Another week later:

Sheetal and Prakash were lying naked on a bed in a five star hotel. They had just finished a session of sex and Sheetal was talking to her husband on her phone. She was hugging Prakash’s hairy chest as she spoke in a tired voice.
SHEETAL: Yes jaan, Prakashji is presenting the manifesto and all the candidates are present.

Prakash was fondling her breasts and licking her neck and cheeks.

She paused for moments as she listened to her husband speak. Prakash grabbed the opportunity to kiss her lips. Sheetal kissed him back turning a deaf ear to her husband who was talking about their maid’s salary raise demand.

PRAKASH (whispering in her ear): I’m hard again…cut the call.

SHEETAL: Alright jaan, I’ll come back later…

Another night they were in his office. Sheetal called her husband to inform him that she would be late.

SHEETAL: Tell Rajesh to pick up the kids and don’t wait for me for dinner. I may come home late…I must err…visit the people of my region to know their requirements.

She kept the phone and rode Prakash on his chair. She did anything he asked to please him. She fucked him whenever he wanted and served him like a slave. This continued for weeks until the elections were close by. Sheetal was pressuring Prakash for a ticket but Prakash kept giving reasons. Until one day…

PRAKASH: Fuck the ticket…I told you the members have selected a local candidate for the region you want. I tried but I could not get it for you.

Sheetal broke down and cried.

SHEETAL: My husband and family thinks I am contesting this time…what will I tell them?

PRAKASH: Tell them that I personally apologized…and anyway this is not the end…you can contest next time…

SHEETAL: AND WHAT ABOUT ME WARMING YOUR BED?

She was shouting now. She felt disgusted, the man had used her all along…never intending to give her the ticket.

SHEETAL: I SLEPT WITH YOU…BETRAYED MY HUSBAND FOR THE TICKET. I SACRIFICED MY PURITY FOR THE TICKET AND YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A DISTRACTION DURING THE ELECTIONS.

PRAKASH: STOP SHOUTING. (He pulled out a wad of notes from his pocket and threw it at her). Take that money for the sex. Now get lost.

Sheetal fell down and cried as he walked away from the hotel room. She walked out an hour later and next day a small article in the newspaper said that a woman named Sheetal had committed suicide for unknown reasons. Prakash read the news and was relieved that he wasn’t connected to her. Now he could see a bright future ahead. But he knew he had to be careful in handling women from now on.

Prakash won the election and became C.M. and ruled for five years then he lost and sat in opposition for another five years in opposition. During these years he slept with many women and made sure that he dumped them before they could cause trouble. Most of the time he could shut their unworthy mouths with money but if any of them committed suicide he would send in some of his bribed officials to make sure that no evidence pointed at him. He had to pay them high but it was worth it.

YEAR 2009:

It was the time of elections again and he had hired a new PA named Rajesh who had impressed him with his communication skills and the good speeches he had prepared for Prakash when his own PA was ill. Rajesh had been his friend’s PA and he quickly gained favor from Prakash as he handled the unofficial business (like providing whores or hiring men for crimes) as well as the official ones.

RAJESH: Sir, next Monday you have to host a dinner. Film stars and businessmen are attending; it’s a good time for gathering funds and promising favors.

PRAKASH: Alright, I’ll be ready.

Rajesh: And sir…err

PRAKASH: What?

Rajesh: Sir, Bollywood superstar XXX is coming. You see, my wife is a big fan. Can I bring her?

PRAKASH: For all you do for me, that is a small favor Rajesh. Bring her.

The dinner was held in a five star hotel and it was grand. Prakash and his wife were good hosts. They welcomed everyone personally and when the dinner was almost done and his wife had gone to sleep Prakash was getting ready for the woman waiting to fuck him tonight in his farm house when he saw Rajesh’s wife standing with him. Prakash felt as if his eyes had popped out in amazement.

She was gorgeous…her face was that of a model, her bosom was so large that Prakash wanted to grab them. Her smile froze him on the spot and he was immobile until some passerby brushed past. Prakash broke out of the trance and walked to her. Rajesh introduced her to him and as he spoke to Anjali, he realized that her voice was so sweet that he wanted her badly. Then some businessmen approached them and Rajesh knowing that Prakash did not want to talk to them personally, welcomed them warmly and took them away leaving Anjali and Prakash alone together.

Prakash: let us sit somewhere.

They sat alone in a corner drinking wine. Rajesh was busy persuading few businessmen for funds. That was his work and he was good at it. Prakash wanted to stay away from that. He did not like begging. So he turned his attention to Anjali who was sipping wine from her glass.

Prakash: so you met XXX?

Anjali: oh yes sir and what a gentleman he was sir, he complimented me warmly.

Prakash: Any man will compliment you Anjali…I must say Rajesh must be the luckiest man to have married you.

Anjali: No sir, I’m lucky that a man like you is complimenting me. I follow your speeches and work throughout the elections and I must say that the way you talk gives people hope.

Prakash: a lady like you is interested in politics?

Anjali: yes sir, I even work for the party sometimes. I am a member in your party’s women organization. I haven’t done much but I am quite active whenever they call me.

Prakash: have you ever considered contesting?

Anjali: I have sir but Rajesh has told me to wait for a few years and get a good reputation in the party. He says that working for the party will win me attention and if I work well I will be someday given ticket.

Prakash noted that her eyelids were getting slightly heavy. He was so desperate that he decided to take his chance. Anjali was so beautiful that he could do anything to get her. If she refused him, he would force her to sleep with him. He felt wild ideas forming in his mind. It started raining and many started leaving in their cars and now only a dozen guests were remaining.

Prakash: but those who impress me get the ticket far easily.

His hand now rested on her thigh. He slowly caressed her thigh over the sari. His eyes found hers and he was pleased to see her shy away. Her face was red and her eyes were lowered.

Prakash: it isn’t difficult. One recommendation from me and the party will agree. I will give you a top position in no time. How lucky I’ll be to get you Anjali.

Anjali looked into his eyes with a glimmer of hope.

Prakash’s palm was now close to her vagina over the sari. He looked around to locate Rajesh. He found Rajesh seated across the room talking to one of the richest businessman in the city. Pleased with himself Prakash stood up and took Anjali to another corner behind many chairs and under darkness. They were easily concealed.

Prakash leaned on the wall and held her with his arms around her. She was still shy and not meeting his eyes. But Prakash knew that the promises had some effect on her.

Prakash: so what do you think?

Anjali: Prakashji…you are asking too much. If you were an ordinary man I would have done something insulting for you but since you are former C.M. and my husband’s boss…I haven’t done anything. I just want this to end here. I will not tell anyone nor do I expect you to do anything.

Prakash: I am asking too much because I am giving too much. If you become minister under me then the following years will be so fruitful that you’ll be glad that you did this. Imagine yourself taking the normal way, years of hard work and you might get rejected.

Anjali: but Rajesh…

Prakash: Rajesh is my PA. He will be nothing in front of you once you become a minister. He’ll work under you and won’t be able to dominate you at all.

Anjali: I-I…

Prakash: alright I’ll give you time to think. Just keep a cool mind and go over the advantages of my offer and the disadvantages of the usual way. And as a parting gift please allow me to…

Prakash pulled her close and held the back of her head. Anjali did not resist as he kissed her red lips in a sensuous manner. Prakash was so delighted that he kept on kissing her and sucking the honey like saliva until Anjali pulled away. Her face was expressionless. And her lipstick was gone.

Prakash let go of her and caressed her lovely cheeks.

Prakash: and not a word about this must reach Rajesh…that might not be good for his health. You see I have men who handle such illegal jobs.

Prakash walked away and called an end to the party. Then he escorted Rajesh and his wife to the exit and smiled mischievously at Anjali. If the offers would not work at least the threat will. That night he forgot about the women waiting in his farmhouse and slept with Anjali in his dreams. Few days passed away without any word from Anjali. And losing patience Prakash called at Rajesh’s home on a Friday.

Rajesh was away. Prakash had sent him to meet a candidate in his rally. So it was Anjali who picked up.

Anjali: hello.

Prakash: Anjali darling, it’s me Prakash.

Anjali: oh…hello Prakashji.

Prakash: so what have you decided?

Anjali was quite and Prakash could almost hear her brain buzzing. Her hot breath on the phone could be heard and he was feeling excited.

Anjali: do you guarantee a ticket this election if I-I sleep with you Prakashji.

Prakash: you come to me baby, I’ll give you anything…

Prakash kept the receiver down and cancelled all his meeting for the afternoon. They had agreed to meet between two to four’ o clock. He called his driver to bring the car and told him to go home. Then he drove his car to Anjali’s home and knocked her door. She opened the door and was given a tight hug by Prakash before she could open her mouth.

Prakash: oh Anjali…you made me so happy today.

Anjali hugged him back and they stood on the doorway in that position for few moments until Anjali suggested going to the room. Anjali led the way to the bedroom and once they were both inside she closed the door opened the windows to let bright afternoon sunshine pour in. Prakash hugged her again and together they dropped on the bed. Prakash was over her and caressing her face.

Prakash: you are most beautiful woman I have ever met.

Anjali: you promise me that if I do this you’ll give me the party ticket?

Prakash: you have my word.

His face closed in on hers and Anjali’s eyes closed as he placed his lips over hers. Her kisses were so sweet that Prakash could not stop smooching her. His lips were glued to her and his moustache was brushing over her nose. He kissed her like a crazy man and Anjali kissed him back earnestly. When he broke the kiss there was a thin bridge of saliva between their lips.

Prakash: you know I sent your husband away on purpose.

Anjali smiled and laced her fingers through his white hair. The look on her face was so appealing that Prakash gave her a powerful smooch.

Prakash: I wanted you from the day I saw you. I daresay I could have done anything to get you.

They rolled over the bed and now Anjali was over him. She bent her head and showered him with kisses. It seemed to him as if she loved kissing. Prakash opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Anjali sucked it with enthusiasm. Prakash felt his cock grow harder than ever. This was the woman of his dreams.

Prakash broke the kiss to look at her lovely face. Anjali looked so radiant and beautiful that he felt himself falling in love. She bent again and as her lips parted he held her upper lips in his mouth. He sucked and sucked as her saliva poured in him. He tilted his head to the other side and this time took the bottom lip in her mouth. He sucked for some more time and then let go.

They undressed silently after the sensuous kissing. Prakash laid on his back on pulled her over him. Then she climbed over him and he gave her a hug. Her smooth and fair skin was warm against his cold and comparatively darker one. His hands caressed her naked back and shoulders, his palm explored the fair smoothness of her body and then went below to squeeze her ass cheeks. His fingers parted them and touched the dark hairy crack. He breathed hot hair on her neck and jaw line and licked her bare skin.

Prakash then turned her over and now he was over her. Prakash was awestruck by her beauty. She was so gorgeous. With such bright light pouring in through the windows he could see her completely nude body with ease. She was so well structured that he wondered whether someone had personally sculpted a statue and it had come to life. Her breasts were big and well rounded. The nipples were brown in color and her belly was really thin. The navel was dark and he licked it for a second making her giggle. The ass was the best part. He turned her and made her lie on her stomach. He squeezed the spongy balls and parted her ass crack.

Prakash turned her again and held her breast between his hands and bent over them. They were the biggest he had ever had the chance to touch and he licked her breasts for a good amount of time then he held her boobs together and squeezed them so that the nipples were touching each other. He bit the nipples making Anjali gasp and moan and he frantically squeezed her boobs feeling the insides of the soft and spongy breasts. He held her boobs in both hands and alternatively bit and licked either of her nipples.

In no time her big boobs were wet with his saliva. He sat up and Anjali was on his lap. Prakash smooched her again and bit her lips making her whimper. He did not care about her pain and bit her harder. He pulled her bottom lip between his lips and his teeth cut into her lip. Anjali was trembling in pain and Prakash let go of her lips and started biting her cheeks and moved on to her breasts

Anjali’s eyes had watered in pain and in some time her body was covered with several red love bites. Then he made her lie on her back and touched her thighs caringly. He kissed the inner thighs and slowly parted her legs revealing Anjali’s lovely vagina. It was comparatively darker than her general skin color with deep pink color in the inside. Prakash spat on his fingers and rubbed them on her vagina. Anjali giggled again and gripped her pillow to control herself.

Prakash fingered and lubricated the pussy well enough before he inserted his long cock in it. Anjali gasped in pain and pleasure as his meat slowly stretched her pussy walls to the limits. When he was completely inside her he paused for a second and positioned himself with comfort over her before starting to literally bang her.

Anjali’s mouth was open and letting out loud moans as his cock moved in and out of her with great speed. His crotch was hitting her with brute force and with the strong movement; the bed below them was creaking loudly. She locked her legs around his waist to balance herself and Prakash bent and held her face while he shifted in and out of her. He kissed her whilst the loud love making. Her lips were slightly swollen due to the biting which only pleased Prakash. He spat in her mouth and grinned.

Prakash: bitch you are, a real slut fucking a man other than her husband.

Anjali could not reply. The fucking was getting more intense and her moans were loud and consistent. Prakash slowed down a little bit and stopped. He kissed her and circled his dick inside her. His ass moved in a circular motion above her vagina and his cock stretched her pussy walls in a circular motion. Anjali gripped his head and kissed him more deeply.

Prakash raised his torso again and after a moment’s pause, resumed banging her with great force. He balanced his torso on one hand and pressed her boobs with the other. Anjali’s eyes closed and she moaned in her sexy voice. The moans steadily grew louder and as time passed on she felt an orgasm building up. Her breathing grew heavier and she started gasping like an asthma patient. Prakash smiled and increased his pace. Anjali’s legs gripped his waist tighter and forced him to go deeper inside her. Before she knew Anjali exploded in her orgasm.

Anjali: aaahh….

Prakash amplified the force and speed of his thrusts as Anjali lay immobile under him. She was badly exhausted and lost in the pleasure she had achieved moments ago. He nailed her for few more minutes and suddenly, before he could control it, he felt warm semen moving through his cock. He released his load inside her with a loud grunt. Then he fell on her with his face on her big boobs. Both of them were exhausted.

Few minutes later Prakash got a call. He was so lazy that he ignored it. But when the calls persisted he slid off the bed and picked up the call. It was Rajesh.

Rajesh: sir the rally is over. I’m going home.

Prakash: no, no, don’t go home. Err…do this go to my office and wait for me.

Prakash walked to the bed where Anjali lay naked watching him. He climbed over the bed and hugged her. Her breasts crushed against his hairy chest. Anjali played with the white hair on his chest and kissed him there.

Prakash: Rajesh, wait until I come there.

He kept the phone aside and kissed Anjali. In few minutes he was hard again and his time Anjali climbed over him in woman on top position. She sat on his crotch and slowly slid his cock in. He grunted and watched her as she slowly started riding him. Her ass was hitting his crotch and making wet sounds due to the lubrication that were leaking from her vagina and spreading on his crotch.

Anjali’s hair was sticking to her face and her entire body was covered in sweat. She brushed her sticky hair off her face and bent down to kiss Prakash. He was motionless for some time letting her do the job. Her kisses were so mesmerizing that he felt as he was the luckiest person in the world. Then he felt her slowing down in the process of fucking so he took matter in to his hand and moved his waist up and down to help her. Few minutes of fucking were enough for him to release again and he fell asleep.

The calls started again and Prakash woke up in anger. The phone was on the bedside table and he picked it up.

Rajesh: sir, it’s over an hour now. Where are you?

Prakash: oh, Rajesh…err, I am stuck in traffic. You can come home…err I mean go home.

Prakash dressed up in a hurry and made sure that he had left nothing behind before going out to his car. He kissed Anjali passionately before leaving. As he drove away from her home Prakash realized that Anjali was the best in all the women he had fucked. The women he fucked all were reluctant and fearful but Anjali was like a slut. He wondered whether she had cheated on Rajesh before. She seemed beautiful enough to do so, Rajesh wasn’t exactly handsome.

The week passed with him visiting her home for sex three times and all she did was ask him when he would give her the ticket. Prakash like those sessions and he had warned Anjali not to tell Rajesh. He suggested surprising Rajesh was better. So he fucked her without tension while sending Rajesh away on purpose.

On a particular day Prakash realized that due to elections he had been so busy that he had not fucked Anjali for three five days. He was restless and when he called Rajesh in to know the next free period he had and was informed that it would take three more days to be free for a few hours. He could not resist. He wanted Anjali and he wanted her badly. He needed at least a blowjob for now, so he called her to his office.

Anjali (on the phone): but sir Rajesh is there. He’ll see me.

Prakash: Rajesh is my PA darling; he does what I ask him to do. When you arrive he’ll be busy with something or the other.

Prakash kept the phone and waited for forty five minutes for her to come. When she did he opened his office door and allowed Anjali then he called Rajesh (who was busy in the basement looking for some files Prakash had ordered) on his phone.

Prakash: keep watch outside my door. Let no one enter. I am busy with a woman…

Rajesh: no problem sir…but just hurry. You have a press conference in half an hour. And who is she sir? I don’t remember ordering a whore.

Prakash: she isn’t a whore, just an ambitious woman. You now sometimes people give me anything for favors. She is one of them.

He cut the call and seated Anjali on the chair. Then he opened his pant and let his cock out.

Prakash: ha…your husband is outside and I am fucking his wife…suck it baby.

ANJALI: sir when will I get the ticket?

He did not answer; instead thrust his cock in her mouth. Anjali gagged for a second. Then she held the base of his cock and sucked it like an expert.

Her head moved forward and backward in a good rhythm as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Then after some time she let his cock out and took his balls in. He grunted again and held her head. As Anjali’s mouth and tongue sucked and licked the wriggly bag of skin. She felt as if two beans were moving inside it. Anjali let his wet and shining testis hang and resumed sucking his cock and she kissed and licked the bulbous head. The minute holes had oozed pre-cum which she licked. The head was now shining and Anjali spat some saliva on her hand and applied it around the penis. She sucked harder and his moans grew louder. Her tongue raced his cock from top to bottom and then he held her head and forced his cock deep in her mouth.

Prakash removed her blouse and squeezed her boobs together and slid his cock in between. It was so long that the tip reached her mouth. Anjali kept her tongue out and as he began the to and fro motion his tip hit her wet tongue quite frequently. This continued for a few minutes until he unloaded all his semen on her breasts and face. Anjali waited for him to move before picking out a handful of tissue papers and wiping herself clean.

Anjali: Prakashji, when will I get the ticket?

Prakash: As soon as I talk to the members…it will take time.

And so their sessions continued in the office for long as she came to him whenever he called her. Sometimes with her husband close by, not knowing anything. They fucked in various places, in her house, in his luxury car, in his office or in his farm house. Anjali kept asking him for ticket during these meets and Prakash kept giving reasons.

On the day the candidates were declared he expected her to come asking for the ticket but she did not. When Prakash simply asked Rajesh about his wife he said that she had contracted malaria and was bedridden. Prakash was delighted as he wouldn’t have to make an excuse as to why she did not get ticket. As he sat in his office all alone he wondered whether he could continue his affair with Rajesh’s wife for another five years until the next elections.

Rajesh did not come to office for two days which caused a lot of inconvenience but Prakash knew that it was because of Anjali. He decided to meet her the next day and wondered whether she was fit enough for a fuck. But just then the office door banged opened and his ex PA walked in.

Prakash: What the-?

Ex-PA: sir the news channels…

There was a serious look of terror on his face and Prakash wondered what kind of catastrophe had occurred. He switched on the private TV in his room and navigated to the news channel. A good look at it for a few seconds sent violent shivers of fear in his body. The remote dropped out of his hand as he watched the news channel show a video of him with a woman (face was blurred) who asked whether he would give her ticket. Then another video showed him asking her a blowjob while she asked him when he would give her ticket. More sessions of his sex with that woman were shown (the nude and objectionable parts blurred).

Prakash: Anjali the bitch…

The news spread like wildfire across the nation that Prakash exploited women for a ticket in the elections. He was suspended from the party and was arrested by the police after two women who had slept with him in the past came in public against him. Prakash spent months in jail and finally got out on bail with the case still pending in court. He was finished.

Prakash was in his house alone as his wife had left him and demanded divorce. He was drinking loads of alcohol lately which had taken a toll on him. One evening when Prakash was heavily drunk when Rajesh walked in. Prakash tried to leap at him the moment he saw him but instead he fell down with a groan.

Prakash: you bastard…it was you! You exposed me after finding out I was fucking your wife. Why didn’t you confront me instead? You knew I had enough money to keep your mouth shut.

Rajesh: You fucked my wife? That’s ridiculous. My wife is in south with my parents waiting for me to come back to her. She had never visited this place and you claimed to have fucked her?

Prakash: Stop this nonsense. I fucked Anjali and it’s my videos with her that have leaked online.

Rajesh: oh Anjali…she was not my wife. She was a high profile prostitute.

Prakash watched him in shock as Rajesh walked to the table and gulped down a mouthful of drink.

Prakash: you planned this…why?

Rajesh pulled a photo out of his pocket and held it in front of Prakash’s face. It was a photo of a beautiful woman. The face was familiar to Prakash but he couldn’t quite remember where he had seen her.

Rajesh: don’t remember her? I didn’t expect you to. Well that is my sister Sheetal whom you sexually exploited for a ticket. She was foolish and slept with you and what did you do to her? You chucked her out with money like you treat local sluts. That hurt her a lot. The day you ditched her she went home and consumed poison. When I came home I saw her lying on the floor with blood and white foam leaking out of her mouth. She was crying and she told me as much as she could about you and her. She said she deserved to die that painful death for betraying her husband. And she died in my arms.

Prakash watched him in disbelief and silently listened.

Rajesh: I wanted revenge and swore to her dead body that I’ll destroy you. I recklessly tried to attack you in a rally but your people beat me up. That day I realized that I had to come near you to do any damage and I wasn’t possible without entering the party. I joined the party as a member and became PA of one of the candidates. Soon I rose higher in the party with my skills and garnered respect. It wasn’t easy. It took seven years for me to become the PA of your friend.  I tried to get attention from you but you were busy. Then one day I had the opportunity to prepare your speech and I did a good job and you were impressed. You hired me.

Rajesh: half of my plan was complete and now I wanted to destroy you. I knew that you craved for beautiful women and exploited many like my sister. I realized that all I had to do was provide you with a woman for a start. I contacted a high profile prostitute and told her my story. She was moved by my story and recommended Anjali to me. Anjali was a former TV actress who  had contracted AIDS. So to give a new meaning to her remaining life she started her work as a prostitute and fucked only corrupt and men known to exploit women.

Rajesh: Anjali agreed to help me and moved in with me in my home as my wife. So one night I asked your permission to bring her to the party and as expected once you saw her you were head over heels for her. Anjali wanted to fuck you that night and end the tale. But I had a better plan and asked her to restrain. One day you called her for a fuck and as instructed by me she asked you to visit my home where cameras were waiting to record your escapade. Anjali did her job well.

Rajesh: and I knew that you might call her to your office someday so had a camera there as well. While you laughed at me as you fucked my fake wife, I was laughing at you from outside. So with all the sessions recorded, and Anjali pleading for a ticket in each one, I knew the job was done. I told her that she could go and I sat at home and edited the videos. I combined them all and blurred Anjali’s face. I made sure that the parts involving her asking for a ticket were loud and clear. Then I transferred the three hour long video compilation of yours with her to a pendrive and sent it to a struggling journalist. It must have brought fame in his life but I had certainly brought destruction in yours.

Rajesh: And now with Anjali spreading her virus to you, I feel satisfied that my revenge is done. The disease will eat you up in few years and people will never suspect a murder. They’ll think that a rapist politician had contracted AIDS from one of the sluts he fucked. Ha, ha…

And hearing that Prakash rose to his feet to hit him but Rajesh punched him and pinned him on the ground. Then he rose and kicked his balls and walked away leaving Prakash groan in extreme agony. Rajesh visited Anjali before leaving the city.

Rajesh: I cannot thank you enough. Take this.

Rajesh held out a bundle of notes but Anjali pushed it away with a smile.

Anjali: for a woman with only few years of life left this money is of no use. But if you really care to show your gratitude, then do this favor.

Rajesh: Command it. I will do anything.

Anjali: Now that you have taken revenge. I want you to spend the rest of your life rescuing young girls from trafficking, raising your voice against rapists and demanding capital punishment for them. I want you to expose sexual predators like Prakash. In short I want you to spend your life for protection and empowerment of women.

Rajesh hugged her and tears rolled down his eyes.

Rajesh: I will…you have my word.

Then he left the city and decided that he would dedicate his life for the promise he had given Anjali. But before that he would go to a holy water to pour his sister’s ashes and wash away his own sins. The future seemed brighter this way and thinking about his real wife, Rajesh slept happily for the first time in years.

Disclaimer: The story was a work of fiction. Neither do I support nor do I encourage adultery. The story is for arousal and masturbation only.

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