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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 5 of 13]

Malavika’s hands clutched at his shoulders. At first, there was reserved excitement in her eyes — the thrill of finally winning. But as his pace quickened and his thrusts turned brutal, that excitement twisted into something closer to fear. He wasn’t making love. He was claiming. Punishing. Conquering.

He threw her onto the sofa, yanked her hips up, and slammed back inside in one vicious stroke. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He fisted her hair through the veil and pulled her head back.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 6 of 13]

“Tell me,” he snarled between thrusts. “Tell me why you married him.”

“Because… ahh!… because I wanted you!” Malavika cried. “I wanted to win… against her… against everyone!”

He laughed darkly and fucked her harder. “And now you’re just another hole for me. Just like your sister.”

The sex became raw and animalistic.

He fucked her in every position he desired. He pinned her legs back in missionary, folding her in half while he pounded deep enough to bruise her cervix. He made her ride him, slapping her ass red every time she slowed down. He took her against the wall, her torn lehenga hanging from one ankle, her tits pressed against the cold surface while he railed her from behind.

 

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Part 3: The Original

[Section 7 of 13]

Every thrust carried years of obsession, cruelty, and triumph.

Malavika’s mind fractured under the onslaught. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful. She had wanted the monster — but this version of him terrified her as much as it aroused her. She no longer felt in control. She felt owned.

As another orgasm ripped through her, she begged hoarsely:

“Cum inside me! Please! Fill me! Scream my name when you do it!”

 

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Part 3: The Original

[Section 8 of 13]

He smirked, slowed his thrusts, then suddenly pulled out. Malavika whimpered in desperate disappointment, her pussy clenching around nothing. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate as another one of his cumrags. Except, she wasn’t even worth cumming into.

He stroked his thick cock twice and erupted across her body — thick, heavy ropes of cum painting her heaving breasts, her neck, her face beneath the veil. Some landed on her tongue as she gasped.

The force of her final orgasm, combined with emotional exhaustion and the sheer intensity of being used so thoroughly, overwhelmed her. Her eyes fluttered.

She fainted.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 9 of 12]

Malavika woke sometime later, body aching, throat dry. Her breasts were still sticky with his drying cum. She turned her head weakly.

The journal lay open beside her on the pillow — turned to the final page.

A breathtaking nude drawing of her. Exactly as she had looked in the sauna: erect nipples poking outward, tits shaped exactly like her real ones, sarong slipping off her body. The only difference: her face was calm and composed. He had drawn it from a single glance.

A full circle. She had tried to trap him… and he had trapped her right back.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 10 of 12]

Epilogue of Part 3

The glass door leading to the garden had been left slightly open.

Malavika stumbled out on shaky legs, still naked, streaks of his cum still visible on her chest and face. She froze at the edge of the lawn.

Kriti sat casually on a garden, eating chips from...her bra? She wore nothing above the waist except a ridiculous bra made of chips taped together over her breasts — absurd, degrading, and strangely defiant.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 11 of 12]

Kriti popped another chip into her mouth and crunched loudly. “Nice performance, sister. Almost as entertaining as the one I gave you last year from the classroom.”

Malavika’s face twisted with fresh rage and humiliation as Kriti gobbled down chip after chip, until her chest was completely bare and the last chip was in her hand.

She marched forward, snatched the last one from Kriti’s fingers, scooped a thick glob of his cum from her own breast, and smeared it heavily onto the chip.

“Eat it,” she hissed, shoving it toward Kriti’s mouth. “Taste what he gave me this time.”

Kriti looked up at her with calm, mocking eyes. Then she leaned forward, took the cum-covered chip between her lips, and ate it slowly, sensually, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She licked her fingers clean with deliberate care.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 3: The Original

[Section 12 of 12]

“Still using my leftovers, Malavika?” she said sweetly, brushing crumbs off her bare chest. “Some things never change. No matter how hard you try… you were never the original.”

Kriti stood up gracefully and walked back toward the house, leaving Malavika standing alone in the garden — defeated, marked, and utterly broken.

In that moment, she realised, that the only poison that ruined her life was her own lust.

Starring: Malavika Mohanan and Kriti Sanon

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy Sequel

To be continued...

 

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Scene 1: Kiara’s Cabaret

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The night air outside the abandoned big top carried the faint scent of sawdust and distant rain. Inside, the vast canvas structure pulsed like a living organism. Hundreds of golden bulbs traced the curved ribs of the tent, bathing the blood-red and royal-blue star-patterned floor in a warm, decadent glow. At the absolute center stood the glass fountain bowl — perfectly transparent, wide enough for two bodies to move freely, elevated on an ornate gilded pedestal. A powerful, continuous waterfall cascaded from the apex of the tent directly into its depths, creating constant splashing, swirling currents, and rising steam that mixed with the hazy circus lighting.