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NEW MISSION UNLOCKED: ROSHAN SODHI
Target: Roshan
Objective: Fuck Roshan up, Fuck Roshan up
Reward:
– Asset Acquisition: Ownership of top car dealerships in the city
– Tier 2 Access – Gokuldham Society
– Ability Gained: Minor Memory Manipulation (Can loop, blur, or soften perception within proximity for short duration)
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He first noticed it over tea.
Roshan laughed at Madhavi's joke, but it didn't reach her eyes. The way she flinched slightly when the topic of Sodhi came up. The way she wore long sleeves—even in the Mumbai heat.
Veyas, now wielding the ability to read surface thoughts and memories, didn't need guesses.
He _felt_ the ripple beneath her smile.
And one night, when he walked her back from a society meeting, his hand brushed hers and he saw it—a flash of memory. A night. A voice raised. A slap. Her hiding in the bathroom as Gogi cried on the other side.
"He only gets like that when he's drunk..."
"He's not usually like that..."
"He loves me, really…"
She hadn't said those words aloud.
But he had heard them. Felt them. And it sickened him.
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Over the following days, he became her calm.
He'd ask, _"How's your painting going?"_
She'd smile, "I haven't picked up a brush in years."
she was happy nobody had every asked her about her hobbies, passions she once loved dearly.
He'd ask, _"Why not?"_
it was gradual he opened her one petal at a time, with the system helping him, he unfurled prety soon.
She told him about Sodhi's drinking. The nights he came home reeking of cheap whisky. The bruises. The shouting. The apologies that never meant anything.
"No one's ever asked, Veyas," she whispered once.
"Not my friends, not even myself."
"Then I'm honored to be the first," he replied, simply.
That night, she called him.
"He's... he's drunk again," her voice trembled. "He saw us talking near the temple… started shouting. Accused me. Called you names. I didn't even argue this time."
"Did he hurt you?"
A pause.
"Yes."
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He arrived ten minutes later.
Sodhi was passed out, slumped across the sofa.
Roshan's cheek was red.
"Pack a bag," Veyas said. "You're staying with me."
"But Gogi…"
"He'll be safe. You don't need to protect him from the truth anymore."
They left.
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The next day, with Roshan's consent, he filed the case.
The police took it seriously. Too many quiet reports about Sodhi had piled up over the years.
He was arrested that afternoon.
Drunk. Cursing. Swinging wildly.
It made the news.
"Local garage owner and society member Roshan Sodhi arrested for domestic violence and habitual endangerment of spouse and child."
Two weeks later, he was convicted.
Sentenced: 4 years.
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But not everyone took it quietly.
Gogi, furious and lost, arrived at the penthouse three days after the sentencing. His eyes were red. His shirt was stained with tears.
"YOU RUINED OUR FAMILY!"
He ran at Roshan.
A knife in his fist.
She screamed.
But he never reached her.
Veyas was faster.
He caught Gogi's wrist mid-air, twisting gently but firmly, disarming him without harm. The blade fell to the marble.
"You're angry," Veyas said softly. "You should be. But not at her. Not when she spent years protecting you from this."
The police were called.
Gogi didn't go to jail.
But juvenile counseling, yes.
Probation. Anger therapy. Court monitoring.
Roshan broke down on the steps of the court the day they sentenced her son.
Veyas held her.
She didn't speak for a long time.
When she finally did, her voice cracked.
"I have no one now. Not even Gogi wants to look at me…"
"You have me," he said.
She looked up at him, eyes red, lips trembling.
"Please… just take me somewhere quiet."
He nodded.
Wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
And they walked, past the reporters, the whispers, the stares…
Into the elevator that rose only to one place:
His world.
They booked a hotel to calm down, and internally, they knew what was to come. Roshan and Veyas entered the 5-star suite. Roshan, now meek and flushed, said, "I will go take a bath," and ran away as Veyas smiled. Veyas got comfortable near the window and looked at the bottle of whiskey at the corner. Knowing the trauma, he decided not to drink. While he looked out at the scene outside, he thought back to how lucky he was to get this chance of transmigration. "I have everything," he mused. "I have money, I have hot women to fuck, I have a system." He reached his arms akimbo and looked up to the cloudy night sky above the shimmering lights of the city. "I am the king of the world."
Roshan walked behind him, and embracing him from the back, her naked body seeped heat through his clothes. "King, please release me of all my suffering," she whispered. Veyas turned around, his arms now around her, cupping her ass as he pulled her closer to him. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.
Roshan looked up, her eyes pleading. "I want you to be rough with me," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Veyas looked at her with a silent smile. "I want you to choke me, spank me. I want you to tie me up like a parcel as you fuck me," she continued, her eyes seeking escape. "I want you in all of me. I want to forget everyone except you through my body. I want the only abuse that I remember is yours, when you make me reach sublime pleasures."
Veyas took her by the throat, his grip firm yet controlled, and kissed her deeply, dominatingly. It was a kiss that left no room for doubt about who was in charge. "Undress me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. Roshan's hands trembled slightly as she complied, her fingers roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes and ridges of his muscular body. She traced the lines of his abs, her touch both reverent and hungry, before moving lower, her hands lingering on the waistband of his underwear.
Just as her fingers brushed against the fabric, Veyas took hold of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her down, forcing her to her knees, and pressed her face against his groin. His cock, already hard and straining, covered her face, its heat and weight a stark reminder of his power over her. "Breathe, breathe, bitch," he growled, his voice laced with a cruel, dominating edge. "This is your worship grounds."
"remove it only with your mouth," she nods up to him with face flushed and drunk on his musk.
She nodded up at him, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with a mixture of fear and arousal, drunk on the intoxicating musk of him. With a trembling hand, she reached up to his waistband, hooking her fingers into the elastic, but Veyas stopped her. "I said with your mouth, bitch," he reminded her, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
Roshan leaned in, her lips brushing against the bulge in his underwear, her breath hot through the thin fabric. She used her teeth to carefully pull the fabric down, revealing his thick, hard cock. She took a moment to admire it, her eyes wide, before leaning in to take him into her mouth. She started slowly, her lips and tongue exploring the length of him, but Veyas wasn't in the mood for slow. "Deeper, bitch," he commanded, his hips already beginning to move, fucking her mouth with slow, steady thrusts. "Take it all. I want to feel your throat constrict around my cock."
Roshan complied, taking him deeper, her lips stretching wide around his girth. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but Veyas didn't let up. "Good girl," he growled, his voice laced with approval. "Now, deep throat me. I want to feel you choke on my cock." He grabbed her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, and began to fuck her throat in earnest, his hips moving with a brutal, relentless rhythm. "That's it, bitch. Choke on my cock. Let me hear you gag. Let me hear you struggle." His words were vulgar, crude, but they only served to heighten her arousal, her body responding to his dominance with a desperate, aching need.
Veyas continued to face fuck her, his hips moving with a brutal, unrelenting rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with wet, obscene sounds. Roshan gagged and choked, her eyes watering, her body trembling with the effort of taking him so deep. Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, just as she felt the first stirrings of her own climax, Veyas pulled out, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. "No, I will not reward you so soon," he said, his voice a low, cruel laugh. "You have to earn it, bitch."
He walked over to the suite phone, his cock still hard and glistening, and said something into it in a low voice. Roshan watched him, her chest heaving, her body aching with need. When he returned, his eyes were dark with lust and something else, something almost predatory. "Now, before your reward comes, let's see your pussy," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Roshan, still on her knees, quickly moved into position, her arms behind her head, her legs spread wide in a frog squat. Her thick, bushy pussy was on full display, already glistening with her arousal. Veyas walked over, his eyes roaming over her exposed flesh, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. He reached out, his large hand palming her pussy, his fingers sliding through her wet folds. Roshan moaned, her body arching into his touch. "Looks like my cum dump is already wet," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction and cruelty. "You're so fucking desperate for my cock, aren't you, bitch?"
Veyas' fingers continued to explore her pussy, sliding in and out of her wet folds with a wet, obscene sound. Roshan moaned, her body arching into his touch, her hips moving in time with his fingers. "Please, please, more," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "I need more."
Veyas chuckled, a low, cruel sound. "More, huh? You want more of my fingers in that tight, little cunt of yours?" He added a third finger, stretching her, his fingers moving faster, harder. "Is this what you want, bitch? Is this what you need?"
Roshan nodded, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes, yes, please, don't stop," she begged, her body moving in time with his fingers, her hips grinding against his hand.
Veyas leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you? You're so desperate for my cock, for my cum, for anything I'll give you." His fingers continued to move, faster, harder, his palm slapping against her clit with each thrust. "You're going to squirt for me, aren't you, bitch? You're going to squirt all over my hand like the little cum dump you are."
Roshan's body tensed, her muscles coiling tight, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes, yes, I'm going to squirt, I'm going to squirt for you," she screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she squirted, her juices gushing out, soaking his hand, her thighs, the floor beneath her. "Oh god, oh fuck, I'm squirting, I'm squirting for you," she screamed, her body shaking, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
~ding ~ding
the suite bell go off, Veyas looked at Roshan "looks like the toys are here."
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