Shano and Shahbaz reached the wedding hall. Their entrance drew everyone's attention right away. People kept staring at Shano because they had expected her to wear a burqa, but instead she had on a revealing dress. The women around her started taunting her and told her to cover up, but Shano ignored them and didn't listen.
While the couple was greeting the other guests, suddenly a tall man walked towards them, "Long time no see Shahbaz bhai, and this must be your lovely wife. What a big change she has made." He paused and looked closely at her oiled midriff and cleavage. "She looks ready for business. We should talk soon, Shahbaz... or maybe about something more personal, like old times." Shano stood shocked seeing him.
The man was Vikram Singh Rathore, a well known business man who owned a factory of ceramics in Malerkotla, Punjab. He often lent money to people but showed no mercy when it was time to get his money back. He was known for finding people's weaknesses and used them against them if they didn't repay him. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall and 63 years old, but he was still fit and strong. He had a big grey mustache and beard. His sharp smile made him look like he knew everyone's secrets.
His words hit Shano hard. Memories came rushing back to her. She remembered Vikram tying her up with ropes six years ago, her body hanging while he fucked her. She remembered the gangbang with him and his friends. The flashbacks made her legs feel weak. Her knees shook, and she almost fell. She quickly grabbed Shahbaz's arm with both hands to stay steady.
Shahbaz, worriedly said, "Shano, what happened? You look pale. Are you okay?" he asked.
Shano said with her heart beating faster than ever and her head spinning, "I am fine, honey. It's just that this marriage hall is too hot and I am a bit tired. I will be fine, don't worry."
Vikram stood nearby, watching with a small, cruel smile. He knew exactly why she was reacting this way and seemed to enjoy it. He chuckled softly, his eyes still on her. "Yes, the heat can make things slippery and intense? Drink plenty of water, Shano ji. We wouldn't want you to lose control again."
Shahbaz didn't understand the hidden meaning, but Shano did. Vikram was indirectly referring to the time when he had oiled Shano's body completely and she couldn't walk and he would make her squirt regularly. She couldn't stay there any longer with this man around her. "Excuse me," she said quickly. "I need to go to the washroom." She turned and walked away fast.
In the washroom, Shano fixed her scarf. As she turned to leave, a toilet stall opened and a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm. Before she could scream, she was pulled backward into the toilet stall.
She tried to shout, but the man kissed her hard. For a moment she felt lost in the kiss. Then her face was pushed into the toilet bowl. Behind her, the man lifted her lehenga and inserted his cock into her pussy and started fucking her. Shano moaned into the water. When she couldn't breathe, she slapped the sides of the toilet seat, begging him to stop.
The man finally pulled her head up by her hair. Water dripped from her face as she gasped. Before she could scream, he pushed his thick cock into her mouth and wrapped her dupatta (scarf) around her neck like a leash and pulled it tight.
"Use your tongue on my balls while I fuck your throat, slut," the man growled. His voice sounded familiar.
Shano looked up with tears in her eyes and saw it was Vikram Singh Rathore. When he pulled out, she gasped for air. As she tried to shout, he tightened the leash that choked her and pulled out the right boob of Shano from her choli, while playing with her boob he said "If you shout, all those videos from six years ago will go viral. So shut up and do as I say." He pushed her face back into the toilet bowl and continued with his fucking of her pussy from behind. Despite all this, her body responded with pleasure. Soon she squirted hard and her juices splashed on the floor.
Vikram pulled her up again and shoved his cock back into her mouth.
Suddenly a woman entered the washroom and heard gagging noises coming from the toilet stall. She knocked on the stall and said. "Is everything alright in there?"
After hearing her Shano tried to pull out but Vikram tightened the leash again. After a few thrusts in her mouth, he came, filling her mouth with thick semen. "Swallow it, whore," he ordered. She did as he said. Then he made her clean his cock with her tongue before letting her wipe her face with the toilet paper.
The woman knocked again and said, "Hello? is everything alright?"
Vikram hid while Shano quickly fixed herself and opened the door. It was Rukhsana, a middle-aged lady and Shano's relative. "Shano ji! Long time no see! Are you okay? I heard strange noises coming from your toilet stall"
Shano laughed weakly. "My stomach was upset from the food. These wedding buffets, you know."
Shano's right boob was still out of her choli and she was unaware of it. Rukhsana noticed it and pressed her boob and said, "Wow Shano, your boobs are so huge and round." Shano quickly pulled back and said, "I am so sorry, I didn't notice it was out". Rukhsana's eye then went on her stomach, "Your stomach looks amazing! Those abs and the navel piercing... how do you keep it so perfect?"
Shano thanked her. Rukhsana was about to enter the same stall where Vikram was hiding. Shano said " Don't use that stall, it's flush isn't working properly. After Rukhsana left, Shano walked out of the restroom with shaky legs.
As she moved through the hall, men stared at her body with hungry eyes. She sat alone at a corner table to calm down and drank some water.
Vikram suddenly sat beside her. "Was the toilet water not enough?" he whispered with a smirk.
Shano said angrily. "I thought our deal ended six years ago! What do you want now? You have already ruined enough of my life. Leave me alone!"
Vikram leaned closer. "Why so angry, Shano? I just came to praise your body like everyone else. You were so fat and chubby back then. Your belly and breasts used to jiggle when you rode me. Now look at you -- fit and sexy." He removed her navel piercing and slipped his finger inside, playing with it slowly. His other hand moved to her pussy. "From a strong Rajput like me to a Dalit man? I got to know that you even danced for them in a slutty dress, that's surprising for a respected Muslim wife like you."
Shano tried to resist but pleasure took over. She squirted again silently, her body shaking.
Vikram smelled his finger and smiled. "Your navel still smells like roses."
Shano got up and quickly found Shahbaz. "Let's go home now," she said urgently.
At home, Shahbaz was still upset. "I can't believe you wore that dress and danced like that! People must be laughing at us." They argued for a long time. Shano lay beside him later, but her mind was heavy. She knew she had cheated again. Something big was coming, she could feel it.
to be continued.