Background – The hindi movie songsscenes where a sexy heroine who is deeply in love with hero… but villain has hero in captivity … to save the hero heroine goes all out and gives herself to the wishes of villain … these seemed really erotic scenes to me …
The story is on the similar lines… to accentuate the effect i will be exaggerating the innocence of the sexy woman and also exaggerating the “Haramipan” of the villain in a slow, erotic, hard sex story… where woman is not willing but has no other choice but to be Molestationd by people she hates the most… his lover’s enemy…. and then by enemies …
Nisha – Background – Early Life
Born in a conservative town in central India in 1984 in a Hindu Brahmin family. Nisha is oldest daughter of the family (with two younger sisters). Her father, a very old fashioned and orthodox person who used to work in government organization (as a clerk). She was born in a typical middle class family with her housewife mother brought her up in religious way.
Though financially her family was middle class but socially they belonged to vey high class Brahmin caste and all other castes (forget about other religion) were considered inferior and even untouchable…
Growing up she studied in Girls only schools and her family got her married into a near by town at the young age of 18 (even before she completed her graduation).
Her father died soon after her marriage and therefore her mother started working to support the family. Her mother side family remain financially weaker with burden of two more sisters (Smita and Sneha) to marry.
Nishant – Husband of Nisha (born 1974), Height 5’3” (a little less than Nisha’s) is only son of the local Industrialist family of near by town. Nishant’s family is quite rich (compared to Nisha but overall an upper middle class). Nishant is 07 year older than Nisha and is also very conservative who lives in joint family (with his parents and Grand parents).
Physically Nishant is fair complexion (for a man) with moustache and very average build. From last 5-6 years he developed a decent belly also.
Nisha looks much superior to Nishant. Everyone thinks that if Nisha’s family were not rich, a girl like Nisha could never marry Nishant and all friends of Nishant were jealous of him. However Nisha was fully devoted to her husband and also in-laws family.
Nishan’t family has small scale industries which manufactures machine parts and supply to various organizations, mostly government like road transport department etc.
Nisha now – 30 yr old, very fair complexion, height 5’4”, Born and married to reputed small industrial Hindu Brahmin family from central India. Other than her husband no other man even touched Nisha.
She works from early morning 5 till midnight to take care of her entire joint family. Wakes up early in morning (5 AM), prepares kids for schools, takes care of Grand-in-laws and ailing in-laws who stay with them, cooks breakfast, dusts entire home, even cleanse utensils, gives medicines to her in-laws, takes care of her husband and so on and on and on ….
Her mother-in-law remains quite sick so she is only one who needs to take care of all members of the family without any help from maid etc. as her conservative in-laws don’t like any other castereligion person in house touching their personal stuff.
Nisha has never been to gym, but all this “exercise” and running around family throughout the day has kept her figure in great shape and her attitude remains quite shy and subjugated to others. Her family is perfectly vegetarian and her only vice remains her love for Tea or Chai… which she drinks twice a day …
She became mother at age of 18 and 19 and had two baby girls . Both the girls were born premature (7 months) and were born as c-section.
Nisha remained a simple natured, shy, quiet, homely, caring for others, devoted to well being of family and also able to work a lot, easily trust others, great height, good tight figure, Milky white complexion and a soft soft white skinned body… a perfect MILF… dream aunty for everyone… but very conservative… she hardly takes off her Saree from her head in public ….
Sex Life –
Nisha’s husband is actually a little shorter than her, purely vegetarian and developed a decent belly by now. Nishant’s height is 5’3” and his dick size (well lets just say Penis) hardly reaches 3.5” when erect. He never had a lot of lust and sexual desires. He managed to have 2 baby girls but actually Nisha never had more than a minute long sexual time.
Nisha never even experienced sexual satisfaction so forget about words like G-spot, squirting, sexual positions, blow job etc. as her husband could barely put his penis in before discharging out in excitement.
However Nisha was never “Un-Satisfied” because she never knew that woman are also expected to experience pleasure and ejaculate during sex. She just thought that’s how sex happens. And also in last 5-6 years, since her daughter’s started going to school and her in-laws started keeping un-well, she hardly had even any of the those minor sexual encounters.
So even though a wife and mother of two children Nisha was very much a sexual virgin when comes to sexual pleasure and exploration. But all this was about to change and change in an extreme way… and the woman who exposed nothing beyond her hands was about to be exposed stark naked in front of strangers, Nisha who used to feel shy even if her “delicate” husband touched her, was about to be enjoyed mercilessly by countless Beasts.…the woman whom only one man touched for first 30 years of her life was about to be ravaged by countless hounds who would turn her into a “Randi” par excellence … and all this transformations was to be done by her hubby’s “Friends”….
Nisha’s Hubby Nishant – Though Nishant was loser in sex he was doing much better in his business. With smart mind he used to bribe all the officials and get good contracts.
However being a devout Brahmin he could only bribe officials with money and gifts. Many officers wanted Liquor (Sharaab), non-veg (Kabab) and Woman or whores (Shabab)… but Nishant could not indulge in any such things and this was the only thing stopping Nishant’s rise to top in suppliers in his town.
Manoj – Age 41 but looks fit, height 5’3”. Another local industrialist whose products kind of competed with Nishant’s industries. However they were friends from childhood, Manoj always felt fierce competition and ill will towards Nishant but was friend openly.
Very shrewd (when it comes to self interest) but sometimes stupid (not logical) person, dark complexion….One of Nisha’s husbands good friends. Manoj was Nishant’s best friend once upon a time. Then they had a fall out 5 yr ago over a business bid. Nishant beat Manoj and won a huge contract and Manoj always felt that he was cheated and that Nisha’s husband humiliated Manoj at various places after winning the bid…
Recently Manoj reached out and made up with Nishant and became “good” friends again… However Manoj was very angry with Nisha’s hubby he felt that Nishant has winning from him since childhood and all through the friendship only Nishant benefited and he always was taken advantage of.
One of the primary reason for Manoj to patch up with Nishant was Nisha. Manoj had great hots for Nisha and he was missing Nisha’s beautiful face and soft voice calling him ‘Bhaiya’ very badly…. Manoj’s own wife was a plumpy woman and everytime he fucked his wife in bed, he was fucking Nisha in his mind….
Yakub Ghazi Khan –
50 year old, 6’2” tall dark muslim billionaire
A big Kolkata bizmen Yakub bhai, with many industries in Scrap and hard machineries.
Yakub was actually a Pakistani, born in Karachi in 1959 and moved to East Pakistan at 07yrs age with parents. He crossed over illegally in 1984 from Bangladesh to India at the age of 24 (when Nisha was just born) and by bribing local authorities got ration card and other Indian identities.
He used to collect scrap in kolkata, then with the money collected through hafta, illegal drug pedaling, cattle smuggling from Bangladesh and all illegal means he bought few scrap plants, liquor shop contracts and then never looked back. Now at 50 is a filthy rich and very powerful Muslim strong man with deep roots in underworld in Kolkata and forces in Pakistan and Arab countries.
Yakub has strong connections with all political leaders and very influential in politics with main business areas being East and North of India (Bengal, Entire North east, Bihar, UP and Delhi etc.). He had some presence in south and now wanted to really get in to central and western India (MP and Gujrat).
At this stage of his money was no motivating factor for Yakub bhai, but building contacts and getting beautiful women from these parts of India was.
To expand his business in MP, he had thrown big party in Indore (business capital of MP) in which Nishant went with Nisha. This was where Yakub Bhai first saw Nisha in traditional saree with sindoor and mangalsutra. Nisha was covered from Head to toe and even in Saree only her hands and face was visible. She was most shy and beautiful woman in the entire party. Yakub bhai got ‘fida’ on Nisha at the first look and tried hard to increase friendship with Nishant but alas all he could get was a “Namaste” each time while greeting welcome and saying bye to Nisha.
That night after party Yakub bhai vigourosly fucked a whore with his mind imagining Nisha….
He had then given offer to Nishant to work for him and supply his machines to Govt. agencies in MP. However Nishant refused saying he would work only for himself. Because of this Yakub Bhai Bhai was not able to get certain businesses in MP where Nishant had a good grip. He was very upset with Nishant for refusing his offer.
Enemies’ enemy is friend so Manoj gladly accepted to work for Yakub bhai. Due to Yakub Bhai machineries Manoj started getting some business but still Nishant remained a splinter in their way.
In return Manoj had no issues in fulfilling Yakub Ghazi Khan’s wishes of Shabaab, Kabaab and Sharaab. Eventually Manoj became a minion who would work under Yakub Bhai and do whatever he ordered him including keep supplying whores from Gujrat and MP to satisfy Yakub bhai’s lust.
Rivarly Re-ignited –
Transport department floated a huge tender for a sensitive brake instrument for buses and Yakub Bhai was eagerly eyeing this deal, as it could give him big contacts across a vast area of MP and Gujrat where he wanted to expand.
Yakub bhai’s plants manufactured these devices in bulk and in past he had easily grabbed such contracts in other areas. So he was very confident of winning this lucrative tender.
However Yakub bhai had to go for Hajj a couple of days before bid announcement and Manoj was made responsible for this as it was in his area.
But on the second day of the Hajj when Yakub bhai was sacrificing animal to commemorate to Abraham and Ishmael, his own wish also got slaughtered. Somehow Nishant won that bid. Not only this, to add salt to injury, Nishant also applied for similar equipment bids in other parts of India and received orders to send some sample equipments.
Last day of Hajj after stoning the Satan again, kissing at Kaba and returning back to Medina Yakub bhai received the dreadful news. A shell shocked Yakub bhai called Manoj.
“How the hell we lost on these brake equipment deals”
“Bhai, Nishant’s father had some old connections in the transport ministry. That guy influenced it from Delhi.
“Why are you telling this to me now. Who is that guy, I have my pimps in every ministry and I could have subverted this order any ways. You son of bitch you know how important that deal was for me.”
“S…Sorry Yakub bhai… I … I .. didn’t knew that Nishant….”… cutting Manoj sternly in between,
“I don’t pay you bootlickers to hear all this nonsense… Go find out who this man is…”
Manoj – Nishant Chat
Manoj – “Friend, its been so long we haven’t been to vacation with our wives”.
Nishant – “Haan yaar, after kids we stopped living for ourselves”
Manoj – “Yes dude, same with me, I just wish we can go like we used to go in childhood”
Nishant – “Haan yaar … but kids have school and then parents and grand-parents who can’t go anywhere .. its just not possible”
Manoj – “yeah… but Harini (Manoj’s wife) is insisting on a Christmas vacation to go somewhere… kids will stay with their grand pa’s and also during this time business is slow”
“I just thought if you and Nisha bhabhi also come with us… we four will be a great company… kind of second honeymoon for both of us… remember we went on honeymoon together”
Nishant – “yes buddy… but may be difficult… who will convince my parents.”
Manoj chirped in – “I can convince uncle and aunt dude..after all they call me their second child after you”
“I already have thought of going to Shimla… its great snow season their … and en-route I need to meet transport secretary Mr. Choudhary in Delhi … so we can stay and tour Delhi also for two days”
Nishant – “Mr. Choudhary??? How do you know him”
“well, he is a friend of my uncle who lives in Shimla, you know him right. We can stay at his government bungalow in Delhi and then at my uncle’s hotel in Shimla”
“ok.. let me check with Nisha”
With a wry smile on face Manoj said “oh… common buddy, Nisha bhabhi will do what you say only. Ohh… but since you have got a big contract now why will you go with small friends like me…”
This emotional blackmailing made Nishant feel a little bad and he pretty much decided to go but said that will confirm by tomorrow.
Nisha happily agreed to this suggestion saying that Mr. Choudhary has helped Nishant in such a big contract. Also Mr. Choudhary is such a good friend of Papa jee and hence like father to us, so we should go and thank him.
Winter Vacation – The start of hottest winter in Nisha’s life
22 December – Winter has set in well and truly in the national capital of Delhi. The long roads, big buildings, long cavalcades of Politicians, expensive luxury cars the city smells power and politics in every nook and corner. En-route to Mr. Choudhary’s official bunglow , at Aurangzeb road in Delhi, in a nice luxury car, Nisha was feeling that her town where she spent 30 years is such a tiny part of this big country.
Being a soft natured woman she was both in awe of the power of the city and at the same time felt scared like a beautiful fish of sweet water pond in a large ocean.
As her car passed by Hotel Hyaat she immediately felt charmed by its luxury and grandeur and in innocent tone said that she would so love to come here.
Little was she aware that this very grand place will witness the desecration of her richly held modesty … .and that to sooner than she could imagine.
Morning 7:00 AM – 22 Dec
After half hour of travel in Delhi, the luxury sedan entered Aurangzeb road, the Moughal emperor known for womanizing and harems filled with beautiful mistresses used as sex toys. Ironically as Nisha entered the majestic road fully impressed with luxurious setting, her fate was actually taking her to be a concubine of rich and wealthy. However she was not going to be a normal sex toy whom people would just hump, pump and then dump…
Soon the car entered a huge lutyen bungalow assigned to Mr. Choudhary. Going through the large metal gate with two security constables and passing through the green lawns with multiple gardners, servants working around the drive-way was really impressive. Nisha was as excited as a young kid going on a vacation and very excited for opportunity to spend few days in such a grand bungalow.
Mr Choudhary
Mr. Choudhary 55 year old actually belonged to lowly considered “Teli” caste. He was junior of Nisha’s father-in-law in schools and his father-in-law used to give him his old books, clothes etc. Mr.Choudhary’s father used to do a menial and very lowly looked upon work of extracting oil from peanuts etc. using a Bull operated wood barrel. Mr. Chaudhary in his childhood used to do this to help his father. And sometimes when their family cattle were not well he would do it manually. All this extreme manual labor has resulted in Mr. Choudhary having a physique and stamina of a Bull. He was almost 6 Feet tall and very muscularly built and even at this age looked strong and imposing like a body builder. However he hated that other upper class people used to treat him as un-touchable.
Thanks to reservation he got selected in IAS (though he was not bright at all). He was highly corrupt but very well connected officer and again due to reservations in promotion reached up-to transport secretary position with plum bungalow in heart of Delhi.
Mr. Choudhary lived there with his wife. His only daughter was also 30 year old and married in Mumbai. It was a huge bungalow surrounded by grassy lawns and early morning mist was still present in the atmosphere.
Nisha’s first glimpse
Mr. Choudhary saw Nisha get down the car and walk through the drive way towards the big main door of the house. She was wearing a light red Saree with matching blouse and a tightly wrapped Pashmina shawl around her, hiding all of her figure and showing only the face. The Sindoor on Nisha’s forehead was a bit spread due to nights sleep and her face was a bit tired and looked little dry due to winter but still it was a site to hold. In the first look itself Mr. Choudhary was convinced that he made a great deal.
As Nisha was moving slowly towards the door, to the great happiness of Mr. Choudhary, a sudden gush of cold air blew across the lawn and Nisha’s hair which were tied loosely due to train journey opened up. To tidy her hair she opened up the shawl but air was too strong for her to tie the hairs. So she quickly adjusted them and moved forward with shawl hanging by the shoulders rather then wrapped around. The unwrapped shawl opened up view of Nisha’s lovely Saree. This was much better sight of Nisha than wrapped in shawl. Though hardly a view still Mr. Choudhary could at-least confirm that the entire go-down (her body) is at least as promising as the bill-board (her face).
Mr. and Mrs Choudhary were standing right at the big main door to welcome the 4 guests with two servants and driver bringing in the luggage. Nishant was first to get in and Mr. Choudhary stopped him from touching his feet and instead hold him by shoulders and gave a nice hug.
“welcome Beta… welcome… How is everyone in family”
“Everyone is doing great Uncle and thank you for the tender..” Before Nishant could complete Mr. Choudhary interrupted
“You are like my child Beta… don’t worry… lets enjoy the vacation here”… Nishant moved on to meet Mrs. Choudhary who also greeted her heartily.
Nisha was so happy to see the hearty welcome and very friendly nature of such a highly placed government official. Also being the submissive person she is, Nisha was the last one of the four to get in, meanwhile Nishant had greeted Mrs. Choudhary and was proceeding towards wash-room.
Nisha was standing just few feets away from Mr. Choudhary. The early morning mist was still present. Maroon saree, red blouse, similarly shaded shawl hanging from shoulders, scattered sindoor on the forehead, light red lipstick, a shining black mangalsutra with red stones and Nisha shivering a bit in this outfit looked like someone has arranged red hot burning embers in this cruel winter. Mr. Choudhary was spellbound at the site. He now knew for sure that this winter will not require any heater in bedroom.
Nisha was seeing Mr. Choudhary as a father figure being the friend of her father in law. She immediately tried to touch his feet and though Mr Choudhary wanted to hold her shoulders and stop but he did not. The temptation to get some glimpse of Nisha’s bending cleavage was too much for him. And he did get some glimpse of Nisha’s skin though not quite the cleavage.
But whatever he saw was very satisfactory, the milky skin was flawless from face up to collar bone and some part of chest. She was hardly wearing any makeup but with such skin who needs makeup.
Once Nisha got up, Mr. Choudhary greeted her by touching her head. “Welcome Beti welcome… and no touching feet .. “
“No you are like my father in law”
“ahh… but this is Delhi and I am modern father in law” … they both laughed and went in.
As Mr. Choudhary touched Nisha’s head he got close enough to smell the fragrance of Nisha’s body. The perfumes Nisha applied at night got mixed with her bodily moisture throughout night and was giving rise to an distinct erotic aroma. Mr. Choudhary could get this unique fragrance only for a split second but he knew that its a matter of only few hours before he will fill in all his senses with every possible scent of Nisha’s body…..
The Trap Begins
7:07 AM – Soon everyone just sat in the large living room. The room has a large U shaped sectional couch with Italian leather. All three ladies were sitting on one side towards love seat with Nisha sitting at the middle of the cross section. Mr. Choudhary already charmed by the aroma of Nisha’s body quickly sat in close to her…..
Servants served tea and typical Marwari breakfast and all six were chatting while Mr. Choudhary smelled in the fragrance of Nisha.
Mr. Choudhary – “oh.. great .. I love Marwari food. I so miss the taste of childhood”
Nisha eager to show her thankfulness to Mr. Choudhary quickly chimed in – “Choudhary Uncle, I will cook nice Marwari lunch for you today. You just tell me what do you like to eat”
“I would love to eat you Nisha” … is what he thought… but just said well cook anything you are good at. Knowing fully well that Nisha is hardly going to get time to eat lunch today leave alone cooking…
Nishant – “No Choudhary uncle, Nisha is a wonderful cook, she can cook all sorts of delicacies for you while we are here”
“oh … really .. I didn’t knew that.. but we are so many people here.. and she is anyways tired from the night journey … she needs some rest… we have all servants here to cook..”
“oh.. no Uncle.. don’t worry about me.. I do it all the time at home… cook for all members of our family, take care of home and kids and..…” she was cut short by Mr. Choudhary.
“oh .. so much work” …. “with such a delicate body…he thought”
Nishant completed Mr. Choudhary’s thought – “Yes Choudhary uncle she looks delicate but she is ideal “Bahu” of our family“…
Nisha blushed a bit while everyone just smiled
“and soon she will become an ideal Randi for old fashioned perverts who would definitely not want her lovely body to faint after first fuck itself…
8:00 AM – In an hour when everyone had tea and freshen up. Ladies moved to another room (on Mr. Choudhary’s insistence) , Nisha was just chatting with Mrs.Choudhary and Manoj’s wife has ‘gone’ (actually was sent) to take shower, suddenly phone rang and Mr. Choudhary’s Servant came rushing to him.
“Saab je phone”
“From Office??” –
“yes”
“No work today… I am on leave after long time… tell them I am not entertaining any office calls” .. as he looked smilingly towards Nishant…
“But Sir… they say its emergency”
Showing reluctance and shaking his head Mr. Choudhary took phone as Nishant watched on…
In his usual heavy voice and commanding tone he continued…..
“Hello, Choudhary here”…
“Yes Dhumil jee, tell me”
With a sudden jerk he changed his relaxed posture on the Italian couch and almost stood up… with his voice changing to a grim and worried tone of shock…..
“ohhh……. what ……”
“when did it happen………..”
“oh no…….any casualties ??????“
“ahhh… God… any names or FIR registered?”
“Damnnn…. Did media know of this?”
“which local media …. ??”
“Dhumil jee… you please take care of local media immediately…. I will take care of travel ministry”
“ no… no…..I am going right now”
Mr. Choudhary hung up in hurry… and in the same breath instructed the servant
“Ramu …Ask Kadir to get the car…… I need to go ministry right now”
“……and call my PA also… ask him to meet me in my office ……… in 07 mins”
Mr. Choudhary bearing an extreme grim look on the face, suddenly got up from the sofa… and in a state of panic … as if not knowing what to do … just signaled at Nishant to come with him….
Mr. Choudhary quickly took Nishant to a carefully chosen corner –
“Nishant , I need to rush to ministry right now. There seems to be a couple of road accidents in Itanagar two days ago. And the reports submitted by state police suggests that the brake levers recently supplied were made of cheap material and they broke in 3 buses already killing several people. And some Asamese local news paper has also learnt about the cause.” – He just blurted that out in one breath….
This hit like a sudden quake to Nishant… and he just froze for the moment…. Gathering some senses … he said …
“were these my equipments??”
“well … beta looks like it… this is why the state secretary of Asam called me. He is trying hard to not have my name come up in the investigations”
““But Uncle, I didn’t supply bad quality items, I am always honest in all …” He couldn’t complete the sentence …. and his throat choked ….
“Yes Nishant I have full trust in you, that’s why I recommended your firm, which I have never done in my 30 yrs of service before. But the buses have crashed and people have died. There is a criminal case of homicidal negligence now and police is looking for culprits.”
Nishant remained stunned…..
“Beta I need to rush to ministry right now and try to stop making it a headlines on these 24/7 news channels. ”
Servant came back with another phone –
“ohh… what…. “
“The police has already registered FIR???… … against whose name???”
“ the supplier??…. Supplier who??”
“Ohh…… damn…”
“anyone else….?”
He looked grimly towards Nishant as phone was handed over to servant.
Mr. Choudhary took a deep breath and continued with Nishant – “Beta, Police has registered a case against your firm in Agartala already. At least as of now my name is not there, but if investigations start I could be in deep trouble also. It can spoil my whole lilfe’s goodwill, my entire prestige, my name. We need to stop this investigation by any means…”
This was excellent performance by Mr. Choudhary, he even has some tears in his eyes.
“Sorry Uncle, because of me, you are also in danger now”
Mr. Choudhary continued – “No Beta… its not your fault…. and you don’t worry, let me go to ministry and try to stop spreading this news like a wild fire. I assure you that I would do all I can to save your life.”
Saying this Mr. Choudhary quickly rushed to the front door. On his way out he quickly glanced at Nisha’s face and saw her face replete with tears already. Mr. Choudhary acted as if he has not seen this and just rushed out of home.
Mr. Choudhary was elated with perfect execution of this act. The corner was so carefully chosen that Nisha could hear every single word which Mr. Choudhary uttered to Nishant.
The plot was working.
9 AM –
Mr. Choudhary spent one hour outside. Celebrated first success with his master over phone, fine tuned and even rehearsed the next steps he needed to do as he reached his bungalow in an hour.
As Mr. Choudhary entered the home, as he expected the atmosphere was extremely grim. All six members knew of the danger that Nishant was in with only two people knowing the reality.
Everyone was sitting on the same Italian couch and as soon as Mr. Choudhary entered Nishant looked up to him with some hope. Mr. Yadav keeping a sad face, signaled with eyes and everyone except Nisha and Nishant left the left.
On the couch Nisha and Nishant were sitting quite close to each other with Nishant kind of holding Nisha. As Mr. Choudhary came close, Nisha moved a little away from her husband as a sign of respect.
As Mr.Choudhary sits he closely looked at Nisha’s face. Her fair skin had turned a bit pink, mist in her big beautiful eyes was enhancing the beauty. He almost sighed but still holding on himself.
“Nishant Beta, I talked to the ministry and reports we have shows that accidents happened not only in North East but also in south – Trivendram. On my personal insistence for now my friends in both these areas would not let anything divulge to press and at the same time agreed to help you out of the danger.”
This was even greater sadder news for Nishant.
Nishant – “But…what should I do now Uncle”
Mr. Choudhary – You need to leave immediately to Agartala first, as the calamity has been more severe there. My friends and officials will guide you as you go there. I would also personally keep in touch with you as you move across. My acquaintances will guide you about how to suppress this incidence.
“How much money or cash do you have?”
“How much may be needed??”
“Not sure Beta… but it should go in several crores”
Nishant – okay Uncle, I will do whatever you say. But I need to send Nisha to home first.
“Beta, the case is registered on your firm which is in your and Nisha’s name. So even Nisha can be an accused in this case. As you go to Agartala and other places it may take several days and in mean time I don’t want Nisha Beti to be in any trouble.”
Mr. Choudhary showed great concern for safety of both and using words like son and daughter, were really making a great impact and both Nisha and Nishant were trusting everything he said.
“Nishant you should just go as soon as you can and stop worrying about Nisha Beti. She will be fully safe here, after all this is Delhi’s most secured place, she cannot be safer than here anywhere else. Even if Police has arrest warrant for her name, they cannot raid my Bungalow.”
Nisha really worried for her Husband chimed in –
“Yes Nishant, Choudhary Uncle is right. You should not worry about me. Choudhary uncle is like a father to us and I feel safe with him being here. You just look to get rid of this problem soon, even if this means foregoing this big contract then so be it. I am happy in my small world, I don’t want more…. “
…. before she could finish Nisha broke down and started crying.
Choudhary Uncle wanted to quickly hold and console Nisha but instead Nishant took over leaving Choudhary uncle disappointed, but he knew that his turn was not far.
However Nisha, quickly hold herself together and asked Nishant to quickly do as Choudhary Uncle suggests.
“Nishant, here is the new mobile, you should only this number from now. You need to give your cell phone to me. I and my men will contact you on this cell. This new cell is on my name, Police will not be able to track your location if we keep your original mobile off”
Nishant and Nisha both nodded in yes.
“Now get ready quickly, you need to start moving for Itanagar. My contacts will guide you further as you go on journey”….
As Nishant wished good-bye to teary eyed Nisha, he had no idea that this is the last time he was seeing his chaste and faithful wife …. By the time he will see her again not only Nisha would have been Molestationd savagely by his worst enemies … but also turned into their personal bitch whom they will fuck at will..… all Nisha will have left for her husband will be sympathy…