Adultery The Rural Posting - Shipra's Ordeal

There is a term in psychology Cognitive Dissonance Reduction. It's a process where our mind tries to justify our actions when we engage in actions that we know are morally or ethically wrong. Cognitive dissonance occurs when there is a conflict between our beliefs, values, or attitudes and our actions. This mental discomfort pushes us to find ways to reconcile the contradiction, and our mind employs various strategies to do so. Influenced by Namrata's word, Shipra was about to experience the same.

Sitting in the silence of the room, Shipra closed her eyes, her mind swirling with the weight of Namrata's words. She knew she had to make a decision, and she had to make it now. The seed that Namrata had planted in her mind was taking root, slowly winding through her thoughts, corrupting her sense of right and wrong, and pushing her toward a darker path. Shipra's heart pounded as she considered the implications. Could she really compromise her principles for the sake of survival? Could she act on the Namrata's advice, even if it meant risking her faithfulness and loyalty towards her husband Alok? Shipra saw no other way to solve all her problems. The conflict within her was growing, each thought pulling her closer to a decision that would change everything. The more she pondered, the more the idea began to take hold, slowly eroding the boundaries of her moral compass.

A voice inside her head began to whisper, justifying the dangerous path she was inclining towards. It reassured her, validating Namrata's idea of using her sexuality as a tool to manipulate Patode into doing her bidding. This inner voice grew louder, convincing her that this was not just a viable option, but perhaps the only one left to achieve her goals.

“Shipra,” it murmured, “there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. You have to face the truth: either you let go of this rigid moral code has brought you nothing but pain, or you risk losing everything you’ve worked so hard for. Think about it—your promotion, your investigation, the plight of those women who look to you as their only hope, your role as the financial backbone of your family. Are you really willing to sacrifice all of that? Are you ready to prove Alok right, to let his doubts about your decision-making capabilities be justified?”

The voice softened, taking on a tone of twisted reason. “Gone are the days when integrity and fair play were enough to get the job done. These are modern times, Shipra, and you need to adapt if you want to survive. If the usual methods aren’t working, what harm is there in using your sexuality to achieve your goals? It’s not wrong—it’s just another tool, a means to an end. Men like Patode see women as objects anyway, mere vessels for their lust. Why not turn the tables and use that to your advantage?”

“He’s already desperate to ravage your body,” the voice continued, growing more persuasive. “Why not use that desperation? You’ve seen how strong, bold women thrive in the corporate world, manipulating men, sometimes even sleeping their way to the top. They’ve secured their futures, and you can do the same. You just have to seduce him, lead him on, let him think he might have a chance with you. Tease him, dangle the possibility in front of him, and he’ll be in the palm of your hand. When it comes to women all men especially Patode's type think from their cock. In a hope to bed you, he'll happily devote himself in doing all the critical work of the branch.”

The voice paused, letting its words sink in before delivering its final, chilling argument. “Remember, Shipra, this isn’t just for you—it’s for a greater cause. With a small sacrifice of your morality and principles on your part, you’ll not only secure your promotion but also ensure justice for those women who have no one else to fight for them. This is your opportunity to make a real difference. All it takes is a little compromise, a little bending of the rules. It's only cheating when you do it for sexual pleasure. There is no shame in compromising if it’s for the greater good? After all, it's only a matter of 6 months, then you'll return back to Alok, the love of your life. This little fling of yours will be in the past just like your relationship with Viresh."

The scales tipped, and the intrusive thoughts that had been slowly eroding Shipra’s resolve finally prevailed. She could feel the last remnants of her resistance crumbling, replaced by a cold, calculated determination. The voice had been right—there seemed to be no other way, no other choice that wouldn’t lead to the loss of everything she held dear. Accepting this harsh reality, she stood up, her mind made up. She knew what she had to do.

With a sense of purpose, Shipra walked over to the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, revealing her matured and sexy body. As she gazed at herself, the voice returned, a seductive whisper that curled around her thoughts like smoke. "Look at you," it murmured. "Who could blame Patode for lusting after you? With a figure like that—so curvy, so inviting—you could have him eating out of the palm of your hand. Your soft skin, those perfect breasts, and the tightness of your thighs—they’re weapons, Shipra, tools to make him obey you like a loyal dog. He’ll be running after you, desperate for a taste of the sweet nectar you hold between those shapely thighs."

The voice continued, its tone shifting from seductive to commanding, urging her forward with a tantalizing suggestion. "It’s time, Shipra," it purred, filling her mind with a sense of urgency and purpose. "Make your move. Don’t hesitate any longer. Head over to Namrata’s room and let Patode know what he desperately crave could be his if he helps you into achieving your goals. Let him know you are in control."

With her mind firmly made up, Shipra slipped on a short top accentuating her bosom, her hands moved instinctively toward a pair of full-length pajama. But as she held them in her hands, a thought stopped her. She hesitated, and decided to be more daring and give Patode a nice look at her sexy bare thies. With a slight shake of her head, she cast aside the pajamas and went with the shorts she was already wearing—tiny, revealing, and with nothing underneath.

This was new, uncharted territory for Shipra. Seducing Alok had always been a private affair, something kept behind closed doors in the comfort of their home. But this? With another man felt scandalous. It was bold, risky, and tinged with a hint of the forbidden. She could feel her pulse quicken with anticipation, her mind racing with a mix of nervousness and anxiety.

To her surprise, Shipra felt her nipples stiffen beneath her top, and a tingling warmth spread between her legs—a physical response to the forbidden thoughts racing through her mind. The notion that she might be crossing into what could be considered borderline cheating, or even an extramarital affair-seemed to fuel her body's reactions, adding a layer of corrupt excitement that both thrilled and unnerved her. Yet, despite these unmistakable signals from her body, Shipra was too consumed by the dread of the unknown to pay them any real attention. The anxiety of what she was about to do, and the uncertainty of where it might lead, overshadowed the physical reactions she was experiencing. Her mind was too focused on the fear of the unexpected to acknowledge the desires stirring within her.

Trembling slightly, Shipra gathered her courage and stepped out of her room, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. The air in the corridor was crisp, brushing against her exposed thighs, sending a shiver up her spine that she couldn't quite shake. But it wasn’t the cold that made her heart race—it was the anticipation of what might happen in Namrata's room tonight. Last time, Shipra had found herself teetering on the edge, her self-control slipping away as her desires nearly got the better of her. The memory was vivid, how close she had come to crossing a line she never thought she would approach. But Shipra managed to steady herself, blaming the mishap of last Sunday on her inebriated state. She pulled herself with a self assurance that nothing remotely close to that will repeat itself.

Each step she took towards Namrata's room was a step away from the woman she had always been and a step closer to something unknown. Shipra's steps slowed as she approached Namrata's door, her hands fidgeting nervously and her feet feeling heavy as lead. This was the critical juncture—the ultimate moment of flight or fight, where retreat was no longer an option. She took a final, introspective breath, weighing her next move with the gravity of the situation. Summoning her resolve, she pushed the door open, stepping into the unknown.

The scene inside the room, contrary to the evening, was now normal. Namrata was still in her oversized T-shirt and was sitting on the bed having her dinner. Beside her, Patode lounged in a chair, a half-empty beer bottle in hand, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating his face.

A knowing smile curved on Namrata’s lips as she took in Shipra's unexpected attire. The casual, yet deliberate choice of clothing had clearly made its impact, confirming that her earlier remarks had hit their mark. She gestured to the space beside her on the bed with a welcoming motion. “Come in, Shipra,” Namrata said, her tone inviting and warm. "Have a bite.”

Patode leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "Welcome back, Shipra ma'am. Sorry to disappoint, but we’re on a break. You’ll have to wait a bit longer for your voyeuristic fun." He let his gaze linger on her, the smirk widening as he took an eyeful of her in that sexy attire. "But I must say, your choice of dress is... pleasantly surprising. Seems like you might be looking for a bit of fun yourself. How about it, Shipra ma'am? While Namrata’s replenishing her energy, we can slip away to your room and have a nice fuck session. Or" he paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “if you’re feeling adventurous, we could do it right here, just like last time. I know you remember how hot it was." He turned to Namrata with a knowing look. "I told you she’d be back for more. I have that effect on women, once they see me in action, they just can’t stay away."

His gaze lingered on Shipra as she moved closer. Shipra's short was having the desired effect, her outfit accentuated her curves, drawing his eyes to her shapely thighs and the curve of her hips. As she took a seat beside Namrata, he couldn’t help but follow her every movement, a predatory glint flashing in his eyes. Shipra felt the weight of his stare and crude comments, but she remained composed, her expression unreadable, determined not to let him rattle her. She had returned with a purpose, and no amount of arrogance or misplaced confidence from him would derail her. This was it—the moment of truth. The weight of decision she finally arrived at after much deliberation pressed down on her like a heavy cloak. She knew that once she crossed this threshold, there would be no turning back. The question now lingered in the air, gnawing at her: Would she be able to follow through on her plan, or would her own morality pull her back at the last second?

Setting aside her doubts, Shipra began, "Patode, your lewd and vulgar comments are starting to reek of desperation. And honestly it doesn't suit you." Shipra gave Patode a condescending smile as she causally put forward her thoughts. She paused, letting her words sink in as she observed the smirk fading from his face, replaced by uncertainty. Sensing the shift in power, she pressed on, her voice steady and calm, but with a seriousness that couldn't be ignored. "You really think that just because you have an impressive cock, you can seduce me the way you did Namrata?"

"Although I have to admit," Shipra’s voice softened, a hint of vulnerability creeping in as she spoke, her eyes locking onto Patode's with a raw intensity. "Last Sunday, that display of pure, unbridled lust—it caught me off guard. Watching you take control, seeing the way you made Namrata cry out in pleasure, her body writhing under the relentless onslaught of your meaty cock and unmatched stamina… it stirred something deep and primal inside me." She leaned in slightly, her tone growing huskier as she let the memory linger between them. "For a brief moment, I was right there, imagining what it would feel like to be in her place. To surrender to that raw, animalistic desire. I was tempted—so very tempted—to give in, to let my desires take control and lose myself in that heat, just like she did."

She paused, letting the silence heighten the tension, drawing Patode into her trap. "But if you think now, in my clear and sober state, hurling vulgar comments and flaunting your sordid exploits with Namrata will make me go weak again, you're deeply mistaken. Instead your behavior is really making rethink."

She leaned back slightly, adopting an air of cool detachment. "You know, Patode," she began, her voice steady but imbued with a hint of cool reflection, "I was genuinely impressed with you at first. Your resourcefulness and dedication to the branch work in those initial days truly caught my attention. I even started to take a liking to you—if you had continued showing that side of yourself, rather than resorting to these cheap tricks, there’s a chance I might have fallen for you and willingly given you what you so desperately seek." Shipra’s gaze remained steady, unwavering as she continued, her tone shifting to one of measured seriousness. "But despite your revulsive behavior we are colleagues, and avoiding each other is not an option. We will be working closely together over the next few months and will need to rely on one another to get the job done effectively. Given that, I have a proposition for you—one that could be mutually beneficial."

The room went silent. Both Patode and Namrata were staring at Shipra, trying to comprehend the sudden change in Shipra's demeanor and personality. Namrata, who had anticipated subtle changes in Shipra’s approach after their conversations, was utterly taken aback. She had expected a gradual transformation, perhaps a more assertive tone or a confident stance, but nothing as commanding as what had just unfolded before her. Shipra had not only taken control of the situation, but she had also done so with a level of composure and authority that Namrata herself hadn’t fully expected. There was no hesitation, no faltering under the moral pressure of the act. Shipra had stepped into a role of dominance with such ease that even Namrata found herself questioning if this was the same woman she knew.

On the other hand, Patode was experiencing something entirely foreign to him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to process what had just happened. Never before had he been treated this way by a woman. He was accustomed to being the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of any interaction. His entire approach to women was built on manipulation, on making them bend to his will. Over the years, he had perfected the art of domination, thriving on the thrill of making women submit to him, breaking them down mentally and emotionally. He was proud of his ability to seduce, to strip away their defenses and lure them into compromising situations. It was a game to him, one where he always came out on top, and he had planned the same for Shipra, adding her—a confident, married woman—to his list of conquests. Yet another women corrupted and defiled by his sexual prowess and pure domination.

But now, staring at her, he felt an unfamiliar sensation creeping in—something akin to discomfort. Shipra’s unwavering gaze, her calm yet authoritative tone, had stripped him of his usual power. She had not only resisted his attempts to manipulate her but had also turned the tables on him so deftly that he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. For the first time, Patode found himself on the receiving end of a dynamic he didn’t control.

"What proposition?" Patode finally broke the silence, trying to hide the unease and confusion that crept into his voice. He kept his tone casual, but the tension in the room was palpable, and it took all his effort to maintain his usual facade of control.

The reaction of Patode and Namrata gave Shipra a boost of confidence. The discomfort of Patode was clear to her. "It's very straightforward Patode, and I would directly come to the point. I need your help with some critical work of the branch and if you support me in its success I make sure you are appropriately rewarded."

Patode leaned back in his chair, relaxing a bit at Shipra's proposal, a small grin stretching across his face. Eager to reassert his dominance Patode spoke "Oh, I already know what this is about," cockiness returned in his tone. "You need my help with the campaign launched by the controlling office, don’t you? Toppo sir already gave me the rundown." His eyes glinted with a mix of arrogance and mischief. "He knows how resourceful I am, and since you’re new here, he’s asked me to support you in your efforts. So if I..."

Shipra concealed her surprise at Patode’s knowledge about the campaign, though inwardly she cursed Toppo for breaking the chain of command. But unfazed Shipra cut off Patode in between, "Just hold your horses Patode, the campaign is certainly a part of what I wanted to discuss, but there’s something far more pressing that requires your support."

Patode’s smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. He knew of the investigation Shipra was leading, but what could be so important to bring it up so directly. His curiosity piqued, he leaned forward slightly, wondering what she was about to reveal.

Taking a deep breath, Shipra launched into a detailed explanation of the fraud that had been festering within the branch. She outlined how crucial it was to gather testimonies from the women of the Self-Help Groups (SHGs), who had become unwitting victims of the scam and had been denied the benefits of government scheme. These women were the key to exposing the corruption, but fear kept them silent—fear instilled by Saad Hasan’s goons, who had been intimidating them into submission.

The details about the investigation caught Patode's attention. The subtle desperation in Shipra’s voice when she spoke about her investigation excited Patode. She was clearly out of her depth, unable to secure any solid evidence on her own, and now she found herself cornered, reluctantly dependent on him. This realization was more than just good news for Patode; it was a golden opportunity.

The fact that Shipra needed him played perfectly into his hands. Not only could he manipulate the investigation to protect his skin, but he also recognized the leverage this situation provided. Shipra’s vulnerability was a tool he could use to his advantage, and he knew exactly how to exploit it. A slow, calculating smile curled on his lips as he listened to Shipra asking him for his help.

Patode’s demeanor shifted abruptly,"Shipra ma’am," he began, his voice low and serious, "what you’re asking me to do is not a trivial matter. This isn’t like the campaign work or securing funds for the branch. This investigation you’re so determined to push forward… it means stepping into a dangerous world of politics, where the stakes are high and the consequences are real." Patode tried to corner her into seeing just how precarious her position really was.

Patode leaned in, his voice laced with incredulity and warning as he spoke. "Do you even know who Saad Hasan is?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched Shipra closely. "This isn’t some petty fraud we’re talking about. Saad Hasan isn’t just a local thug—he’s a dangerous criminal, deeply involved in the political landscape with powerful connections and serious backing." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before he leaned back slightly, his gaze still fixed on her, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Are you really sure you want to get involved in this?" he asked, his tone both challenging and cautionary.

"Why do think I came to you? You can help me or not?" Shipra said adamantly.

"I can help you," Patode said in a suggestive tone. "But this kind of support which involves danger and risk, comes with a price. You understand that, don’t you? Just showing of some skin in skimpy clothes won't cut it." Patode’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes dark with intent.

"I understand, Patode," Shipra said, her voice taking on a low, sultry tone that contrasted sharply with the discomfort she hid behind her eyes. "It is well known that you are quite resourceful and an expert in getting tricky things done. Help me succeed with all the critical work of the branch. Especially with getting those statements from the women and", Shipra paused deliberately, leaning in, her voice dropping to a soft, almost intimate whisper. "And if you do, I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded. I’ll personally see to it that your efforts are fully acknowledged, and that you’re... satisfied."

Though her words were bold and seductive, Shipra fought hard to keep her revulsion from surfacing. She knew she was treading dangerous ground, but she had to stay composed. She couldn't let her true feelings show, not now, not when everything was riding on this.

Patode leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, lusty tone. "I have no doubt you'll satisfy me in ways no one ever has," he murmured, his words heavy with desire. His eyes flicked to Namrata, a smirk playing on his lips. "No offense, Namrata," he added, almost as an afterthought. "It's not that she's more beautiful or sexier than you. But you know how it is… I’ve always had a weakness for married women. There's just something about the forbidden that drives me wild."

Namrata's lips curled into a forced, almost plastic smile as she held his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly raised her hand and flipped him the middle finger.

"Hahaha... Someone's getting jealous," Patode gave a loud laugh amused at Namrata's reaction. But as quickly as the laughter had come, it faded, replaced by a dark, ominous expression that made the air feel heavy.

Fooling and manipulating someone as cunning as Patode was no easy feat. He wasn't like other men, easily swayed by lust or driven by their primal instinct. Patode was momentarily taken aback by Shipra's behavior. Her sudden assertiveness caught him off guard, and for a brief moment, he found himself on the defensive. Unaware of the setback she had encountered in her investigation, Patode tried to gauge her motives. However, as he observed her carefully, his sharp instincts kicked in. He began to understand the game she was playing, realizing that Shipra was trying to outmaneuver him and gain the upper hand. But Patode was no stranger to mind games, and his cunning nature quickly devised a plan to turn the situation in his favor. He decided to trap Shipra in her own schemes and regain the control of the situation. He slowly set his beer bottle aside, crushing his cigarette underfoot with deliberate force. Then, he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with sharp focus.

"I know exactly what you're up to, Shipra ma'am," Patode said, his voice dropping to a dangerously low murmur that cut through the tension in the room. His eyes bore into hers, unblinking and calculating, as if trying to strip away the facade she had so carefully constructed. "This cool act of yours, trying to be bold and seductive, it doesn’t suit you. Not one bit." His sudden shift in demeanor caught both Namrata and Shipra off guard. They exchanged confused glances, silently asking each other what had just happened, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

Patode stood up and made his way towards them, "I must hand it to you, though," he began, his voice dripping with a mix of mock admiration and disdain. "I never thought you had it in you to be so cunning, Shipra. You really had me impressed there for a moment with your clever little tactics—trying to kill two birds with one arrow, so to speak. " He paused in front of them, "But," he continued, his tone hardening, "you made one fatal mistake. You underestimated me. I can see right through your facade." Patode’s voice was laced with contempt as he spoke, his eyes flickering between the two women.

Shipra was momentarily thrown off by Patode's accusations, her heart pounding in her chest, "What the hell are you blabbing about, Patode?" she shot back, her voice tinged with frustration, though she fought to keep it steady. She refused to let him see the cracks in her armor. "All I offered was a way for mutual benefit—for the good of the branch and those women who need our help."

Patode moved closer, his presence becoming more invasive and suffocating. With a deliberate and unsettling slowness, he positioned his right knee between Shipra's legs, a gesture meant to dominate and intimidate. He bent down until his face was mere inches from hers, his breath warm and unsettling against her skin. His voice, now a low, venomous whisper, dripped with mockery as he spoke. "Oh, come on, Shipra. You don't have to be so modest," he sneered, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "If you wanted me that badly, you should’ve just said it outright. No need for all this pretense."

Shipra's face flushed with a mix of anger and disgust as Patode’s words sank in. Without a second thought, she shoved him away, using all her strength to create distance between them. She quickly stood up from the bed, her heart pounding as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at Patode, the anger in her gaze piercing through the tension that had filled the room. "You are so full of yourself, Patode," she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "I had no intention of anything like that. How dare you even suggest such a thing?"

Patode sat on the bed with a smug, self-satisfied grin, watching Shipra’s every move as he spoke with an infuriating calmness. "No need to get so upset, ma'am," he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I understand. You’re a married woman, and my senior in the branch. Of course, you couldn’t just come right out and ask for… sexual favors, no matter how much your body might crave it. After all, I know the effect I have on women."

With that, Patode turned his attention to Namrata, who had been silent until now. He casually reached for her, his hand sliding around her waist as he pulled her onto his lap. The action was possessive, almost cruel in its disregard for her feelings. As Namrata sat in his lap, Patode’s fingers trailed up her back, lifting her T-shirt just enough to expose the soft skin of her hips. He squeezed her flesh with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes still locked on Shipra, challenging her with every touch.

"Ever since you saw me with Namrata," he continued, his voice lowering to a more sinister tone, "you couldn’t control yourself, could you? You admitted it yourself few moments ago. Today, it was just too much for you to handle, so you came up with this excuse—this whole charade—just to get a taste of what you’ve been fantasizing about." He paused, his smirk growing as he savored the tension he was creating. His grip on Namrata tightened slightly as if to punctuate his words. "Isn’t that right, Shipra?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "You just couldn’t hold back any longer, could you? You’ve been aching for getting ploughed by my cock, desperate to know what it feels like to have me inside you. Just like your friend here." He reveled in her discomfort, his words becoming filthier as he tried to strip away her dignity. "You want the same pleasure I gave her, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice oozing with contempt. "You’ve been craving it ever since you saw what I can do. You just had to make your move—find an excuse to get yourself a taste of my cock. That’s what all this was about, wasn’t it? You couldn’t resist the urge any longer."

Shipra was determined not to let Patode regain control of the situation. Her frustration turned into a sharp, biting resolve as she sought to undermine his arrogance and challenge his vulgar assumptions, her agitation boiling over into cold, biting words." Hahaha... What a load of crap," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You really think you’re something special, don’t you, Patode? You and your overblown ego, convinced that you’re some kind of sexual god just because you’ve got a big dick and a little experience." She stepped closer, her voice growing sharper, more cutting with each word. "You think you’re so irresistible, that women are falling over themselves to be with you. But let me tell you something—you're your own biggest fan. You’ve built this entire fantasy in your head where you’re the ultimate prize, but the truth is, you’re just another guy who thinks his cock is the answer to everything." Shipra's eyes blazed with anger as she continued, refusing to back down. "You think you’re special? Please. Every other man out there thinks the same, clueless to the fact that half the time, women are just faking it to stroke their fragile egos. And you’re no different, Patode."

"I don’t just think, Shipra ma'am," he said with a sneer. "I know for a fact how good I am. Fake it you said! You must be faking it with your husband to please him but the women I fuck, they keep coming back for more just because they experience real orgasm with me, which their wimpy husband couldn't provide. You’ve seen it yourself—how I made Namrata cum again and again, right on my dick. You were right there, watching every minute of it." He let out a low chuckle, the sound dripping with cruel amusement. "And today, I even made her squirt, right in front of you. You can deny it all you want, but the truth is, I caught you. Caught you in your own moment of weakness, caught you in the act of wanting what I have to offer." Patode was clearly enjoying the power he held over her, using his experiences with Namrata as a weapon to belittle Shipra. "Don’t pretend you weren’t affected," he taunted, leaning in closer with a predatory smile. "You saw what I can do, and it’s eating at you. You’re just in denial because you got caught wanting something you couldn’t admit."

"Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Patode," she said with a cold, detached edge. "But Namrata is just a horny bitch who would have acted the same way with anyone who could get her off. It’s not about you—it’s about her." She paused, shooting a condescending look towards both of them before continuing with a decisive firmness. "If you’re not interested in my proposal or can’t see past your own ego, that’s fine. I don’t need to waste any more time here. I’ll handle it myself."

With a decisive turn, Shipra made her way toward the door. As she exited the room, Patode cast a glance at Namrata, who was visibly seething with anger at Shipra’s dismissive remark. Her face flushed with frustration, but Patode’s expression was one of twisted amusement, clearly enjoying the discord he had incited. He smoothly pushed Namrata off his lap, his movements deliberate and dismissive, as if she were a mere distraction. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and challenge as he stood up, his gaze following Shipra’s retreating figure. Patode’s steps were deliberate and unhurried as he trailed behind Shipra, savoring the view of her confidently swaying hips in those form-fitting shorts. His eyes lingered on the tantalizing curve of her juicy ass. He was determined to keep the psychological edge and assert his dominance, unwilling to let Shipra’s departure go unchallenged.

As Shipra reached her room, she was about to slam the door shut with a decisive force, but Patode had other plans. His mind was already scheming, intent on extending their confrontation with something insidious. With a swift motion, he stopped the door from closing, his hand pressing firmly against the frame. Patode leaned in, his body blocking the door. Shipra's face was a storm of frustration, her anger barely contained. She was on the verge of bursting her fury, but Patode’s next words cut through her rising rage, capturing her attention.

"Just hold on, I have a proposition for you too, Shipra ma'am," he said, his voice taking on a deceptively smooth tone. "Care to lend me your ear? It might just solve all your troubles and could even get rid of me for good."

Shipra was suspicious of his intentions but its potential benefits seeming too enticing to ignore. Patode’s smirk was both challenging and confident, hinting at an intricate plan that he believed would appeal to her. Shipra hesitated, her anger momentarily overridden by curiosity. With a resigned sigh, she released her grip on the door and turned back into the room. She moved toward her bed, sitting down with her legs crossed, her posture rigid but expectant. She looked at him expectantly, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue. "Alright," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of reluctant curiosity. "What’s your offer? Let’s hear it."

Patode's smirk widened as he took a deliberate step closer to Shipra. He was ready to unveil his proposition, eager to draw her further into his web of manipulation. "Mine's also quite straightforward, actually," Patode began, his voice smooth and almost conversational. He echoed her earlier dismissive remarks with a sly grin that made Shipra’s frown deepen. The repetition of her own words, twisted with his mocking tone, was a deliberate jab at her. He continued, leaning in slightly as he spoke, his demeanor one of calculated charm. "Since you've questioned my sexual prowess, my allure over women, and my experience—using it as a smokescreen to mask your own forbidden desires for someone other than your husband—my proposition is designed to address all these issues. It will clear all the doubts and reveal the truth while also solving your workplace troubles."

Patode's gaze remained fixed on Shipra, his expression a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. He was playing on her curiosity, presenting his offer as a solution to both personal and professional dilemmas. The proposition promised not only to clear up her doubts but also to potentially ease the burdens she faced in her work.

Patode’s eyes glinted with a mixture of challenge and satisfaction as he laid out his proposition, his tone smooth and self-assured. "You see," he began, his voice deliberate and measured, "the terms are quite simple. You just have make me cum in 15 minutes or less using any technique you deem fit. It doesn’t matter how you do it—just that you succeed within the time limit." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing with a sly smile. "If you manage to meet this challenge, not only will I concede that I’m not a sex god as you’ve pointed out, but I’ll also offer my full support for all your official work. Whether it’s campaign duties, investigations, or any other tasks you need assistance with, I’ll be at your service. I’ll make sure to assist with everything as long as you’re the branch head of the Kasegaon branch."

Patode’s grin widened, his gaze locked on Shipra, knowing full well the provocative nature of his offer. "And, to top it off, I’ll stop all my lewd comments and advances. I’ll cease to be a nuisance and won’t trouble you with any more of my unwanted attention." He leaned in slightly, his tone carrying a final note of arrogance as he concluded, "So, what do you say? It’s a chance to address all your grievances with me and solve your work problems. It’s a win-win if you can manage it."

The tables had turned dramatically. Shipra’s strategy to leverage Patode’s advances to meet her objectives had backfired. The situation had evolved into something entirely unexpected, escalating beyond what she had ever anticipated. As per her plan she knew she would have to get a little physical with Patode at some point of time—perhaps limited to groping, kissing, and some skin show. However, Patode’s demands were far beyond what she had prepared herself for. Now, she found herself in a position she hadn’t anticipated, where the lines between her duty and her personal ethics were blurring. The challenge of meeting his explicit demand placed her back in the turmoil she had faced when she started the evening—a struggle between her professional responsibilities, her feelings of helplessness, and her moral values.

"What do you say, Shipra? Ready to walk the talk?" a voice cut through the tension in the room, sharp and mocking. Patode turned slightly, and Shipra's gaze followed. It was Namrata, standing in the doorway with a smug expression plastered across her face. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and spite, clearly reveling in the situation. The anger from Shipra’s earlier comment still simmered beneath her smirk, but now it was layered with a twisted satisfaction at seeing Shipra cornered. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her eyes flickering between Patode and Shipra, savoring the turn of events. It was clear she was ready to exact her revenge, eager to see how Shipra would handle the proposition Patode had laid before her.

Shipra felt the weight of their stares pressing down on her, the room shrinking as the tension thickened. Namrata's words echoed in her mind, taunting her, pushing her further into a corner. This was not how she had imagined things would unfold. She had come prepared for a challenge, but not for this—a cruel game where her dignity was the pawn. Patode remained silent, his eyes locked on Shipra, waiting for her next move. The smirk on his face spoke volumes—he was relishing every moment of her discomfort. Namrata’s presence only fueled the fire, her satisfaction at seeing Shipra vulnerable evident in every glance.

Seeing Shipra wrestling with her decision, Patode’s eyes gleamed with a new, twisted idea. He sensed her hesitation and decided to push her further into the corner, manipulating the situation to his advantage. With a sly grin, he turned his gaze to Namrata, who was still standing smugly by the door, and threw in another provocation. "Since Namrata is already here," Patode began, his voice dripping with false charm, "let’s raise the stakes, shall we? How about this—I’ll let you both join forces and try to make me cum. I am basically giving you a handicap. It's two against one. What do you say, Namrata? Ready to help your friend out?"

Namrata’s eyebrows arched in surprise, but it was clear from the glint in her eyes that she was intrigued by the idea. She took a slow, deliberate step forward towards Patode. Reaching him, Namrata slid her arms around his waist from behind, her hands creeping down towards his crotch. She pressed her body against his back, her breath warm against his neck. With a wicked smile, she let her fingers trail over the bulge in his pants, giving his cock a teasing, gentle rub. The sensation sent a shiver through Patode, and he tilted his head slightly, enjoying her touch. "You really think you can handle the two of us, Patode?" Namrata whispered into his ear, her voice sultry and taunting. She continued to stroke him, slow and deliberate, as if testing his resolve.
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