Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Inside the dimly lit tent, a charged atmosphere enveloped Das and Sophia as they sat in close proximity, their hands intertwined in a gesture of intimacy. Despite the air of affection, a delicate dance of motives and desires played out between them.

Sophia's determination to provide financial assistance remained unwavering. Her prideful demeanour shifted as she leaned in slightly, her eyes fixed on Das's.

"Please, Das, don't hesitate to ask for the amount you need. I insist. I want to support you in every way I can," she implored her tone a mix of sincerity and eagerness.

Das, adopting the role of the hesitant one, allowed a moment of tension to linger before responding. His voice held a gentle hesitance, "It's difficult for me to put a number on it... but it's a significant sum."

Sophia's resolve only grew stronger in the face of his vague response. She leaned closer, her eyes searching his for clarity. "I need to know, Das. Please, tell me the amount. I want to make sure you have everything you need."

After setting the stage, Das finally revealed the figure. ""One lakh crores,"" he stated calmly, his words hanging in the air like a sudden gust of wind that rattled the tent's confines.

The impact was immediate. The once-intimate atmosphere tightened as the weight of the number settled on Sophia and her husbands. Their brows furrowed in sync, exchanging glances that conveyed both astonishment and concern.

Sophia, a woman accustomed to vast wealth, found herself momentarily taken aback. The number resonated in her mind, sparking a moment of contemplation that rippled across her features. One lakh crores was a sum even she, from a super-rich hidden family, couldn't take lightly.
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Amid the stunned silence, Sophia's first husband broke the stillness, his voice laden with urgency. "Madam, he is asking for too much. Providing him with this amount could strain our resources and position within the family."

Sophia's eyes flashed with anger at her husband's words. Her veneer of composure cracked, revealing her vulnerability.

"How dare you undermine me," she snapped, her words carrying a sharp sting. "This is but a fraction of what I spend on a single weekend's indulgence. I won't tolerate doubt. Prepare the money."

As the scene unfolded before Das, he remained a silent observer, his eyes flickering with interest. He had anticipated various reactions from Sophia – rejection, negotiation, perhaps even a compromise. Yet, what he witnessed was a display of power dynamics and personal pride that surpassed his expectations.

At this moment, Das understood that his strategy had struck a chord. The dynamics of their interaction had shifted, with the chess pieces moving in a manner that only fuelled his intrigue further.

In response to Sophia's resolute tone, her husband swiftly took action. He beckoned a subordinate soldier girl, assigning her the task of generating a secure card worth the staggering sum of one lakh crore in Indian currency.

The soldier girl, equipped with a tablet and a plain black card, embarked on the task with precision. The card's creation involved scanning the blank surface of the card and completing intricate wiring within a mere two minutes.

Once the card was ready, Sophia's first husband placed it before her, his demeanour imbued with a sense of authority. He presented it as a token of her love, vouching for its security and permanence.

"Das, this card is blank and can be used without limitations. It's unhackable and immune to tampering. Even if I wanted to retrieve the funds, it's beyond my reach. Consider it a symbol of my affection. Please, accept it."

Das, maintaining his act of feigned concern, hesitated before accepting the card from Sophia's husband. He projected a sense of not wanting to burden her, while beneath his exterior, he could hardly contain his amusement.

Placing the card carefully in his pocket, he continued to play his role, holding her hands with a touch of tenderness. He locked his gaze onto hers as if conveying a depth of emotion that transcended words, as though he were utterly captivated by her.

As the card exchange played out, Sophia's command cut through the air with authority. "Everyone, leave us. I want to have a personal chat with my future husband." she declared, her voice carrying an undertone of intensity. Her eyes remained fixed on Das's face, and she inched closer to him, her proximity suggestive of a personal connection beyond the room's confines.

In response to her words, the assembled group began to disperse, leaving the tent. Despite any lingering suspicions, they dared not defy Sophia's order, cowed by the power she held over them. The stage was set for a private exchange, an intimate conversation that promised to further entwine their fates in the complex tapestry of alliances, desires, and motivations.

As Sophia is getting close to him with an intention to kiss his lips, Das took the lead and hugged her from the side, escaping her fat clutches. But to his horror, Sophia is hugging him more tightly and rubbing her body against him.

Das immediately understood what she wanted from him. Even though he tried to calm down the situation, Sophia began to excite the situation more and more. After a few more attempts, Das finally understood that he can't escape this fate.

He immediately decided to exhaust this lady and protect his little brother from piercing a bulldozer. He suddenly shifted the gears and pushed her back while kneding her body with his large-size palms.

Sophia felt more excited as Das's grip is giving her more pleasure and satisfaction. He directly pushed her on the table and laid her fat body on that large table. Even though Sophia did not understand what Das is doing, the pleasure from his hand pressings, made her not question his actions.

Das ran his finger from the head and slowly moved down towards her chest. Just as his finger reached her chest area, he hooked her clothes and tore her expensive A-line dress.

As she did not wear any inners, her naked body came into his view, revealing two fat mounds with dark nipples. On the lower ground her dark, loose cave is fully covered with hair.

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Note: Don't worry. His little brother is safe. Tq for reading...

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