Ex Girlfriend Ki Shadi Mein Jaakar Ex Ki Friends Ko Apane Ex Ki Room Mein Pani Dena Ke Bahane Me Choda With Hindi Audio

Title: “Revenge and Desire: A Tale of Raw Passion”

The thumping Bollywood beats pulsed through the air as the wedding guests danced with wild abandon. In the midst of the colorful chaos, Arjun stood nursing a whiskey, his eyes fixed on the bride – his ex-lover, Priya. Dressed in a resplendent red saree, she was radiant, yet Arjun’s heart ached at the sight. He had been invited as a courtesy, a final cruel joke from the universe. As the evening wore on, Arjun’s pain morphed into a seething rage, fuelled by the copious alcohol.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, sinister and insane. He stumbled out of the hall, his gaze set on his destination – the bridal suite. The door was locked, but Arjun’s drunken determination knew no bounds. He kicked it open, the hinges shrieking in protest.

Inside, three of Priya’s friends were giggling over whiskey, their judgment impaired by the festive debauchery. They turned to stare at the intruder, their eyes widening in surprise and slight fear. Arjun’s wild eyes scanned the room before landing on the large water-filled copper vessel. Slowly, he walked over and picked it up.

“You…” he slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at the trio. “You were Priya’s friends. You knew she was mine. You knew she was hiding things from me.”

The girls exchanged confused, worried glances. Arjun slammed the vessel down, water sloshing out. “Now,” he growled, “You’ll pay the price.”

Before they could react, he lunged at the tall, voluptuous girl in the corner. She tried to scream, but Arjun’s hand clamped over her mouth. His other hand fumbled with her saree, yanking it up to her waist. Tears streamed down her face as he entered her, his thrusts violent and unhinged. She tried to fight, but his drunken strength overpowered her. He grunted, his body shuddering as he finished inside her, his anger and humiliation mixing with a sick sense of pleasure.

The next girl was slimmer, with a waifish frame. She cowered in the corner, her saree dragging on the ground. Arjun pounced on her, ripping apart her delicate blouse. Her pert breasts bounced free, and Arjun let out a dark chuckle. He didn’t even bother to remove her saree, merely hiked it up and pushed her against the wall. She whimpered as he invaded her, his thrusts brutal and unrelenting.

The final girl was a veritable beauty, her skin golden and her eyes full of fear. Arjun cornered her, his breath reeking of alcohol and violence. He grabbed her saree, intending to rip it off…but the delicate pallu tore away easily, leaving her in only a hugging choli and a sheer dupatta. Arjun growled, dragging her down onto the bed. Her breasts heaved as she panted, her eyes wide with terror as Arjun descended upon her once more.

As he ravaged the last girl, Arjun turned his attention to the others. “Watch,” he hissed, as he thrust into the beauty beneath him. “Watch as he unleashes his fury, his vengeance for all the nights he was alone.”

Their sobs filled the room, mixing with Arjun’s grunts as he finished inside the final girl, the hot rush of his release mixing with the cold rage that still gripped him. Finally, he stumbled out of the room, his heart pounding and his mind whirling with shame, regret and a sick sense of satisfaction. He had taken his revenge, shown them the consequences of their betrayal. But as he slunk away into the night, Arjun couldn’t help but wonder if this had been the culmination of his rage…or just the beginning of a reign of terror driven by a broken heart.