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People must understand that writing is my hobby, not a full-time job. So I will not give any explanations.
Also, many people asked me to continue writing the stories from the first-person perspective. With that being said, let’s continue.
Lucky’s POV:
4 months ago – On the night Lucky proposed to Roshni to be his slave.
‘Growing up means realizing a lot of your friends aren’t your friends.’ -Unknown
I remember the first time I read this quote. I was in college. I don’t know whose words these are, but they are deep.
I knew Sanjay was jealous of me. But I never had any idea that Sanjay despised me. I know I am the one who planned to fuck my friend’s wife first. But I had never imagined that Sanjay had such a demon within him.
After the hard sex with Roshini, she was sleeping in her room. I set this room up specifically for her. We have plans to get a few things for her room tomorrow morning.
I helped myself to a glass of pineapple juice, went inside my room, and locked it from inside. I turned on my computer and sat in the chair before my desk.
“It finally came!” I’ve been waiting for the mail for some time now. There was a link attached to the email. This link should redirect me to the database, where I should find all the information I was looking for.
I had already made the full payment for this, so I received a pendrive by courier this afternoon. This pendrive was the key to opening the encrypted files. I cannot blame them for being cautious. After all, this folder contains information I can use to destroy Sanjay’s whole family.
Without wasting any more time, I downloaded the files from the link. I connected my pendrive to my computer and started decrypting all the files. It took around 30 minutes to decrypt the whole folder.
Inside the main folder, there were another five folders. Starting with Target, Father, Mother, Sister, and Wife.
I started exploring the folders one at a time, starting with Father. There was nothing useful about him. He had an affair in his village a long time ago. Some corruption, but nothing an ordinary person would not do.
They used to be rich. But due to some family politics, his father lost all the land. That explains their financial situation. He has a dream of owning land in his village.
“Hmm, I can find a way to use this information,” I thought.
The next folder was Mother. “Damn, she is a nymphomaniac.” I almost spit out the juice I was drinking. So many affairs and so many images and videos. She was never against the idea of performing in front of the camera. And man, they are explicit.
“I could have never believed it if I had not seen this with my own eyes. It looks like I only need to flash my dick to seduce her.” If only Sanjay’s mother were my target. Maybe someday I will check if her old pussy is tight enough, but not now.
The next folder was Sister Radha. I have treated her as my little sister since we were kids. She was a bookworm. But as we all know, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” It seems like she had a relationship and is now in a mess.
Some boy was blackmailing her with her explicit photos and videos, maybe her ex. There were a series of chats and audio recordings. I started to go through them one at a time.
At first, I was angry and wanted to help her out. But when I saw the photos and videos of her, I realized that the small and innocent Radha was no more. Now she has a hot body that can melt butter. “Maybe I should not be rushing into this.” This can be good for me.
The next folder was Target, Sanjay. A normal man with a normal salary. Nothing much except for the brief browser history and lots of kinky searches. There were also some sex chats with different women. He had multiple fake accounts.
He has been trying his luck on most of them with random girls, but nothing has worked. What surprised me was one of the old chat histories. It was from our college days. The conversation was between him and my ex. I liked her. She was pretty and smart.
I also remember one day when she just broke up with me. I was devastated. I never knew the reason, but now things are making sense. In the conversation, Sanjay told her about my old girlfriends and bad habits.
He also shared some explicit images of me and my old girlfriends with her, saying I like to collect girls in my harem. Reading all this, I was furious. Sanjay knew I liked her, so how could he do that to me? This was not the end.
There were other conversations between him and some other random dudes. If I recall correctly, they were the ones I had a fight within a bar. The fight was serious then, and they were looking for me. They found me eventually when I was all alone, and I got a fracture in my forearm.
It was Sanjay who tipped them off. Just like this, there were other things that Sanjay did. These dark web people did pull everything on Sanjay and all the history, mentioning my name.
After going through Sanjay’s folder, I was sad and angry. I was sad because today, I realized I never had a friend. And angry because of how stupid I could have been not to realize it sooner. Now the little guilt I had about planning things with Nisha has gone.
After cooling my head, I concluded that I could not leave him. That asshole is my friend. Maybe he was a bad one, but still, he was the only one left from my childhood. I cannot forgive him, but surely I can punish him.
But first, I need to find out how much toxin he has in his heart. “Maybe Roshni can help me with that.” I thought to myself.
The best folder was saved for last, Nisha. Innocent girl from a poor family. The second daughter out of three siblings No brother; only two sisters, older and younger.
The older sister is already married and has a child. Her life is not the best either; her husband is an alcoholic. The younger one is still in college. It seems like Sanjay has helped her with her younger sister’s college fees.
Her father is a farmer; he owns some land. Out of which the two third land has been sold off. This is where the money came from for Nisha and her older sister’s marriage. The rest is for her younger sister’s marriage.
The second child and a hardworking one. Loyal and beautiful, she will do anything to protect her family. I knew what needed to be done. A devil’s plan was forming in my head. I locked my computer and went to Roshni’s room to sleep with her.
The next morning, I explained how she needed to make Sanjay fall in love with her and make him speak his heart about me. I needed to know everything that was in his heart.
After that, I went shopping with Roshni. But before that, I called and asked a few people to wire my house with high-quality cameras and microphones. All this would be connected to my cell phone.
Present: Standing in front of Nisha:
It’s been four months, and now I know many things about Sanjay. Roshni is doing her job well.
Lucky: Namaste, Bhabhi.
Looking at Nisha’s face, I can tell she was shocked. She had only seen me a few times, including when we went on a trip.
I made sure to treat her like my sister. Initially, she was a little distant and shy. But by the end of the trip, she was a little more open with me. I was treating her like a child.
This was the first time I came directly to her house.
Nisha: Bh… Bhaiya… Aap? Idhar? Sanjay tho ghar pe nahi hai. (Sanjay is not at home.)
Nisha is about 5.5 feet tall; she is neither thin nor fat. Her figure was well-balanced and had curves in all the right places.
Her long, thick hair was tied up behind her, reaching below her waist. Her skin was fair. Her face was round with big, innocent eyes. Red sindoor filled her hairline, and a black beaded mangalsutra was on her neck.
Lucky: Actually, bhabhi, I… I wanted to talk with you.
Nisha now had a confused expression, but she quickly composed herself and asked me to come inside. It was a small, 1-bedroom apartment. There was a bed in the living room. I guess this is where Sanjay’s parents used to sleep. But now, this bed should belong to Radha.
I sat on the bed. The television was on, and an old movie was playing on it. Nisha went to the kitchen and started making some tea for me.
After some time, she came back to the hall and placed a tray with tea, water, and some biscuits. While she bent to place the tray on the table, I had a quick peek at her cleavage.
I was sitting quietly on the bed with a gentle smile on my lips and seriousness in my eyes. Nisha noticed that and finally mustered up the courage to ask,
Nisha: Bha… Bhaiya, is something wrong?
Lucky: Haa… Nah, nothing wrong.
Saying that, I picked up the tea and had a sip. I may not be the best actor, but I am good enough to fool Nisha. We started having a conversation, and I asked about her daily life. Initially, she was a little shy, but later she started to open up and share everything.
Lucky: Where is Radha?
Nisha: She went out on a college trip.
Lucky: Ohh… Okay.
After some rambling conversation, I started to speak again in a sad voice.
Lucky: Bhabhi, has Sanjay ever been rough on you?
Nisha: Huh?
Lucky: Did he ever hit you?
Nisha: Wha.. what question is that? He… He…
Before she could finish, I cut her off.
Lucky: When we were kids, Sanjay used to steal money from me and beat me up.
Nisha: What?
Lucky: Sorry to interrupt you, but can you hear me out?
Saying that I continued.
Lucky: Do you know that in college, he stole my girlfriend?
Nisha: Bhaiya, I am not comfortable with these talks. Can you please…?
Nisha stood up and was about to ask me to leave. But then the next words I said shocked her.
Lucky: I think he is doing it again!
To be continued.
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