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Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp pain. Javed had bitten her lower lip, sending a jolt of agony through her. Ganga instinctively pushed him away, crying out in pain.

“Sorry, madam,” Javed sneered, a mocking tone in his voice. “Footpath people like us never knew how to kiss a beautiful woman like you.”

Ganga glared at him, her anger flaring despite her fear. “That’s enough! You had your chance. Now let me go.”

But Javed only laughed. “Madam, I’m just getting started with the kiss. You want to stop? If you stop now, me and Chacha will start playing with your husband.”

Chacha echoed Javed's laughter, adding to the chilling threat. Ganga’s heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the anger boiling inside her, but it was mixed with a paralyzing fear. She was caught between her dignity and the safety of her husband.

Ganga was filled with rage as she listened to Javed and Chacha laugh while threatening her husband. The sound of their mocking laughter echoed in her ears, fuelling her anger. She stood against the wall, trembling with frustration and helplessness. Javed, noticing her defiance, approached her once more.

He grabbed her hands and pinned them against the wall, his grip firm and unyielding. "Madam, please, don't make this harder than it has to be," he said with a twisted smile, leaning in closer.

Ganga’s heart pounded with fury. Her mind screamed for a way to fight back, but her body was trapped. As Javed’s lips neared hers, she felt a surge of defiance rise within her. She might be powerless in many ways, but she wouldn’t let him have this without a fight.

As Javed initiated the kiss, Ganga’s anger boiled over. Without a second thought, she bit down on his lip as hard as she could.

Ganga thought Javed would scream in pain, but instead, he pulled back slightly, his face filled with surprise and joy. "Thank you, madam ji," he said with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Ganga was bewildered. She had expected anger, but instead, he seemed delighted. Her mind raced with confusion. Why was he thanking her?

Before she could make sense of it, Javed pulled her closer, his grip firm and unyielding. He leaned in and resumed kissing her, this time with renewed enthusiasm. His lips pressed against hers with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

Little did she know, for Javed, the bite was a sign of passion. In his twisted mind, it was an expression of desire and fervour. He interpreted her resistance and the bite as part of a wild game, making the moment even more thrilling for him.

Ganga's heart sank as she realized her attempt to fight back had only fuelled his perverse pleasure.

Javed convinced himself that Ganga liked his kisses. This delusion made him bolder, and he began kissing her with more fervour, biting her lips regularly.

Ganga, unable to bear the assault, decided to fight back. Each time he bit her lips, she bit back, harder each time. It became a battle fought with lips and teeth, each bite an attempt to hurt and dominate the other.

Javed mistook her resistance for passion, his excitement growing with each exchange. His hands gripped her tighter, pressing her against the wall, his breathing ragged with misplaced desire.

Ganga, fuelled by anger and desperation, matched his intensity. Her bites were fierce, her determination to inflict pain unwavering.

Javed held Ganga tightly against the rough, cold wall. His body pressed against hers, and the tension between them was palpable. His kisses became more aggressive, and with each bite, Ganga responded with equal ferocity.

Javed's grip tightened, his hands roaming over her body. As he rubbed his chest against her soft breasts, he felt a surge of arousal. The friction and the closeness of their bodies made his penis harden. He pushed against her more insistently, lost in a mix of lust and a twisted sense of triumph.

The room was filled with the sounds of their struggle – heavy breathing, the wet sounds of their aggressive kisses, and the occasional grunt of pain. Ganga's mind flashed back to Srinu, her heart aching with worry and guilt. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing all her energy on resisting Javed's advances.

Javed's body was now fully aroused, his hard penis pressing against her through their clothes. He moaned softly, mistaking her resistance for passionate participation. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her even closer, his kisses becoming more demanding and his movements more desperate.

Ganga's body was trapped, but her mind remained defiant. Each bite was a reminder that she would not submit, that she would fight until the end. The battle between them was intense, a clash of wills played out through brutal kisses and the violent press of their bodies. His hands, rough and insistent, pinned her arms against the wall, leaving her no room to escape. She could feel the heat of his body, an uncomfortable reminder of his presence. Then, she felt it—Javed's hips slowly beginning to thrust against her stomach.

A wave of dread washed over her. The rhythm of his movements was unmistakable, each thrust growing more deliberate and forceful. His intentions were becoming clear, and they were far more than just a kiss. Ganga's heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat of panic. Her breathing quickened, each breath shallow and desperate.

Javed's body pressed closer, his arousal becoming evident. The friction of his hips against her stomach made her feel sick, a stark violation of her personal space and dignity. Her thoughts raced—what was he planning to do next? How far would he go?
Javed continued his assault, his lips pressing harder against Ganga’s as he thrust his hips, grinding his hardened member against her soft, vulnerable stomach. Each thrust was a reminder of his power over her in this moment, and it made him bolder.

As they kissed, Javed suddenly bit down on her lower lip, holding it between his teeth and pulling back slightly, stretching the tender flesh painfully. He kept it like that for a couple of seconds before finally releasing it. Immediately, he looked at her, his eyes searching for a reaction.

Ganga winced in pain, her face contorting as the sharp sting radiated through her lip. She glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger and defiance. Javed’s grin widened; he relished the fire in her eyes. It excited him to see her reaction, to feel her struggle against his dominance.

“Thank you, madam ji,” he said mockingly, leaning in closer.

Ganga’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The anger boiling inside her was nearly overwhelming.

Javed leaned in again, his lips searching for Ganga's with a mix of desire and dominance. He began kissing her with fervour, tasting the softness of her lips, savouring the feeling. His mind was clouded with lust, and he was lost in the sensation of finally having her.

Ganga, however, was not defeated. As his lips moved against hers, she felt a surge of defiance. She waited for the right moment, letting him think he had won. Just as Javed was sinking deeper into the kiss, lost in the pleasure of her lips, Ganga made her move. She bit down hard on his lower lip, clamping her teeth around it and pulling it towards her with all her might.

Javed's eyes widened in shock, the pleasure giving way to sharp pain. He moaned, the sound muffled against her mouth, and his hands instinctively went to her shoulders, trying to push her away. But Ganga held on.

Javed's moans turned to whimpers as the pain intensified. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Javed tore himself away from her.

Javed was taken aback by Ganga's fierce response. As she released his lip from her teeth, he rubbed his injured lip, feeling the sting of her bite. His eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and surprise as he looked at her, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, it was a silent battle of wills. Javed's eyes, wide with shock, locked onto Ganga's, which were blazing with anger and defiance. He couldn't understand how she could still have so much fight left in her. But then, to his absolute shock, he noticed a change in her expression. The anger in her eyes slowly began to melt away, replaced by something else—a mischievous, almost playful smile.

Javed blinked, unable to believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear away an illusion, but the sight remained the same. Ganga, the woman he had tried to dominate and intimidate, was smiling at him with a look of naughty defiance. It was as if she was challenging him, taunting him with her unexpected reaction.

Javed couldn't believe what he was seeing. "She's smiling at me?" he thought, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. But without wasting another moment, he pounced on her, driven by a mixture of desire and newfound determination. He pinned her against the wall, his hands gripping her shoulders as he kissed her passionately, not just her lips but all over her face—her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her chin.

He hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Slowly, he started moving down from her face, his lips trailing kisses along her neck. He licked and nibbled at her skin, savouring the taste of her. Meanwhile, Ganga's mind was in turmoil. As she felt his lips on her skin, she came to her senses, questioning herself, "Why did I smile at him? Where has my anger gone?"

She realized with a start that her body was responding differently now. Unknowingly, her body seemed to be betraying her, reacting to Javed's touch in ways she hadn't anticipated. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breath came in quick, shallow gasps. "When did I lose control over myself?" she thought, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and self-reproach. "When did my resistance become weak?". "Did my Defiance turn into Desire?"

Despite her inner turmoil, her body was acting on its own accord. She felt her muscles relax slightly, her skin tingling where Javed's lips had touched. It was as if a part of her was giving in, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. But another part of her still fought back, her mind trying to reclaim control over her wayward body.

As Javed continued his assault, Ganga's mind raced to find a way out. She needed to regain control, to push him away and reclaim her sense of self. But for now, all she could do was endure, hoping that somehow, she would find the strength to fight back once more.
Ganga's efforts to resist were proving futile. No matter how much she tried, her body moved on its own, betraying her resolve. As Javed kissed her neck, her left hand moved on its own and held the back of his head. Her right hand gently rested on his shoulder, her head moving forward to touch his cheek with hers. She was trapped in a web of conflicting emotions and physical responses.

Her eyes immediately fell on Chacha, who was right behind Javed, watching them intently. Chacha’s right hand was under his lungi, masturbating as he watched them, his penis slightly poking out. Ganga looked into Chacha's eyes, and he stared back, a silent promise in his gaze that he was next. The intensity of his stare made her shiver. To her surprise, her eyes automatically looked down at Chacha's erect penis, which was ready to come out of his lungi.

At the same time, her left hand dug into Javed's hair, pressing him harder into her neck. Javed understood her signal and started kissing her neck more intensely, his passion igniting further. His left hand held her waist firmly, while his right hand cupped her right breast, pressing it hard.
Javed's fingers dug into Ganga's soft flesh as he began to massage her breasts through her blouse and saree. His hands were rough and eager, squeezing and kneading with a mix of urgency and desire. Each touch sent waves of repulsion through Ganga, but her body betrayed her with involuntary responses.

Ganga's mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. She felt anger, disgust, and shame, yet her body responded to Javed's touch in ways that horrified her. She bit her lip to suppress any sound that might escape, trying to maintain some control over her own reactions.

Javed's excitement grew with each passing moment. His thumbs found her nipples through the fabric, circling and pressing against them until they hardened. Ganga's breath hitched, and she struggled to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Her chest heaved, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands with each laboured breath.

"Madam, your body doesn't lie," Javed whispered in her ear, his breath hot and mocking. "You like this, don't you?"

His words cut through her like a knife, but she couldn't muster the strength to respond. Her body was betraying her in the worst possible way. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to maintain her composure.

Javed's hands continued their assault, squeezing and massaging her breasts with increasing intensity. His thumbs brushed over her nipples repeatedly, sending jolts of unwanted sensation through her.

Javed's eyes were fixated on Ganga's cleavage, which was partially exposed as her saree had slipped during the struggle. He moved closer, his breath hot against her skin. With a rough and eager hand, he started to press and massage her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. Ganga could feel the heat of his touch even through the cloth, and her body tensed in resistance.
He squeezed her breasts together, making her cleavage more pronounced, his eyes gleaming with lust. His face moved closer, and he began to kiss the exposed skin just above her blouse. His lips were rough and insistent, leaving wet trails as he kissed and licked her cleavage. He let his tongue slide between her breasts, savouring the taste of her skin. The contrast between his rough stubble and the softness of her skin made her shiver with a mix of disgust and involuntary physical response.

Javed's mouth moved lower, pulling her blouse and saree down slightly to expose more of her breasts. He sucked on the skin, leaving red marks as he moved. His hands continued to massage her breasts, his fingers finding their way under the fabric to touch her bare skin. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and she winced in pain.

Ganga's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and horror. She could not believe what was happening, that she was in such a vulnerable position with this man. The sensations he was creating in her body were a betrayal of her mind and soul. She hated him, hated his touch, but her body was reacting in ways she couldn't control.

He pulled back for a moment, looking at her with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "You taste so good, madam," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving her exposed skin.

Ganga's body was trembling, her mind screaming for it to stop. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, his intentions clear. Her resistance was weakening, her body betraying her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of what was happening, but the sensations were too strong, too real.

Javed moved in again, his mouth descending on her breasts with renewed fervour. He kissed and licked every inch of exposed skin, his hands still busy massaging and kneading her breasts. He was relentless, his desire driving him to take more, to consume her entirely.
Javed's mouth found its way to her nipples, sucking and nibbling through the fabric. The sensation was intense, sending shocks through her body. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body tense and rigid. She prayed for it to end, for him to get what he wanted and leave her alone. But Javed was far from finished, his lust insatiable.

He pressed her harder against the wall, his hips grinding against her stomach. She could feel his erection through his clothes, the pressure building. His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every curve and contour. She was his captive, his plaything, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

As he continued his assault on her body, Ganga's mind floated away, retreating into a place where she could escape the horror of the moment. But her body remained, responding to his touch in ways she couldn't control. She hated herself for it, hated him for making her feel this way.

Javed's lips left her breasts and moved back up to her neck, kissing and licking her skin with a feral hunger. His hands never stopped their exploration, squeezing and caressing her with a desperate need. He was lost in his own desire, oblivious to her suffering.
Ganga's mind was a tumultuous storm as Javed's hands roamed over her body. Each rough touch, each insistent kiss, sent waves of conflicting emotions crashing through her. She felt an overwhelming sense of anger, disgust, and shame, yet there was another layer beneath those feelings that she struggled to suppress—a layer of unwanted, involuntary arousal that horrified her.

The thought that she might be getting slightly horny under these circumstances was a dagger to her heart. How could her body respond to such a violation? The idea that two labourers—men she considered far beneath her—could elicit such a reaction filled her with a deep sense of shame and confusion. Her mind raced with questions she couldn't answer: How could this be happening? Why was her body reacting this way?

Each kiss, each lick, seemed to blur the lines between pleasure and pain, leaving her in a state of disoriented turmoil. She could feel her resolve weakening, her body's betrayal becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. The sensation of Javed's tongue sliding between her breasts, his lips suckling on her nipples through the fabric, sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through her, and she hated herself for it.

As Javed's desire for Ganga intensified, he became increasingly impatient with the barrier of her blouse. His hands, still hot and eager, ceased their exploration for a moment as he made a decision. He wanted more than just the fabric between him and her skin; he wanted the real thing, the raw, unobscured flesh beneath.
With a determined resolve, he reached around Ganga's back with both arms, his fingers fumbling with the hooks of her blouse. His touch, once rough and demanding, now took on a more deliberate, almost reverent quality as he worked to undo the fastenings.
As Javed's fingers fumbled with the hooks of her blouse, Ganga's mind became a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions. She was caught in a painful trance, torn between the intense feelings of pain and an unwelcome flicker of pleasure that seemed to betray her deepest convictions.

Her thoughts raced, a chaotic mix of fear, shame, and bewilderment.

With each hook that came undone, Ganga felt herself slipping further into a surreal state of helplessness. The fabric of her blouse loosening was both a physical and symbolic tearing away of her defenses. The pain of her situation was sharp and all-consuming, yet there was a bizarre, twisted undercurrent of pleasure that made her feel sick to her core. "Why is this happening? How can this be?" The questions looped endlessly in her mind, each one a dagger of self-reproach.
With each tug of his fingers, the hooks gave way, one by one, until finally, with a triumphant flourish, Javed succeeded in undoing the last one. The blouse, now free from its confines, hung loosely around Ganga's shoulders, threatening to slip off at any moment.

Javed's hands moved to the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal the delicate lace of her bra beneath. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight before him, his eyes dark with desire.
As Javed was about to remove Ganga's blouse completely, the stark reality of her situation hit her with the force of a crashing wave. The thought of being naked and exposed in front of two strangers snapped her out of her trance. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her that she didn't know she still possessed.

With a burst of strength fuelled by desperation, Ganga pushed Javed away from her with all the force she could muster. The sudden movement caught him off guard, and he stumbled backward, momentarily losing his grip on her.

Taking advantage of the momentary reprieve, Ganga immediately turned her back to the wall, covering her exposed skin and securing the loose blouse as best as she could. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of her exertion and the tumult of her emotions.

Javed, regaining his balance, looked at her with a mixture of surprise and anger. His eyes narrowed as he took in the defiance in her stance, the fire in her eyes. But Ganga stood her ground, her back pressed firmly against the wall, her hands clutching the fabric of her blouse to keep it in place.

Ganga: (voice trembling but firm) "The deal was about a kiss, and you even got more than that. Now let me go."

Javed: (breathing heavily, his lust and excitement evident in the bulge in his pants) "Ok, madam. We had a deal. I'm a man of my word. You blessed me with a kiss, now you can go."

(Javed glances at Chacha, who shakes his head in disagreement, his expression filled with anger and frustration.)

Chacha: (angrily) "What are you doing, Javed? You're just going to let her go like that? After all this?"

Javed: (firmly, but with a hint of internal conflict) "We made a deal, Chacha. And she held up her end of it."

Chacha: (still shaking his head, his voice low and menacing) "You can't be serious. We've come this far, and now you're just going to let her walk away?"

Ganga: (stepping forward, her voice steady) "You heard him. He gave his word. Let me go."

Javed: (glancing back at Ganga, then back to Chacha, his voice wavering) "I am serious, Chacha. She can go."

Chacha: (with a sneer) "You think she'll just leave quietly? After what we've done?"

Javed: (voice hardening, trying to maintain control) "I don't care what you think. I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it."

(Ganga slowly starts to move towards the door, her eyes never leaving Javed and Chacha, her body tense and ready to react at a moment's notice.)

Ganga: (with quiet determination) "Thank you. Now, let me go."

(Javed watches her intently, his emotions a mix of lust, frustration, and a begrudging sense of honour. Chacha's eyes burn with fury, but he doesn't move, his disagreement hanging heavily in the air.)

Javed: (with a final, resolute nod) "Go, madam. Before I change my mind."

(Ganga quickly exits the room, her heart pounding, but her steps steady as she leaves the two men behind. She doesn't look back, focusing only on escaping the nightmare she just endured.)
Chacha: (shouting, furious) "Are you out of your mind, Javed? How can you let go of a woman like her? Do you know how hard it is for people like us to get to touch a woman like her?"

Javed: (with closed eyes, biting his teeth, raising his hand to gesture Chacha to shut up) "Please, Chacha, just shut up. Leave it. It is useless to force a woman like her and make her do what we want. She is not a prostitute on whom we can push ourselves."

Chacha: (frustrated) "Javed, you must have lost your mind. Why would a woman like her wish to be with people like us who are third-class labourers?"

Javed: (with a hint of frustration) "I don’t know, Chacha. But if a woman like her wants to be with us, she herself will come back into this room."

Chacha: (laughing loudly) "Why on earth would she come back? Didn’t you see her fear and hear her crying for her husband?"

Javed: "Who knows? She might have liked what I've done to her. She might come back."

Chacha: (sarcastically) "Okay, let’s bet on it then. I bet my puncture shop that she will not come back."

(Before they could finalize the bet, they were interrupted by a sweet voice. It was none other than Ganga.)
When Ganga reappeared at the doorway, the expressions on Javed and Chacha's faces were a study in contrasts and confusion.

Javed: His initial reaction was one of surprise, his eyebrows shooting up and his eyes widening. The smug smile that had been playing on his lips moments before faltered, replaced by a look of uncertainty and confusion. As Ganga began to speak, Javed's face hardened, a mixture of disbelief and frustration flashing across his features. His jaw tightened, and he clenched his fists at his sides, struggling to maintain his composure as he listened to her words.

Chacha: Chacha's reaction was even more pronounced. At first, his mouth fell open in shock, his eyes growing wide with incredulity. He had been so certain that Ganga would never return, and her sudden reappearance left him momentarily speechless. As she continued to speak, his expression shifted to one of confusion and anger, his brows knitting together and his lips pressing into a thin line. He glanced at Javed, as if seeking confirmation that what he was seeing was real, before turning his gaze back to Ganga with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Ganga's words shattered the stunned silence in the room, breaking the disbelief that had gripped Javed and Chacha. Both men stared at her, their expressions a mix of confusion and astonishment.

Ganga: Standing at the doorway with her back turned towards them, she said in a soft, almost demure voice, "Can you please hook my blouse?" She turned her head slightly, casting a coy, mischievous glance over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a blend of innocence and hidden desire.
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