Hemant Ghotala awoke with a throbbing headache in a familiar yet alien house, memories flooding back from his previous life and this new body. He was reborn as the son of Varsha Ghotala in the world of Badi Door Se Aaye Hai, killed by his father's humiliation in the past. Now, revenge and long-suppressed desires burned within him. A glowing screen appeared: a skill called 'Incident Maker' that turned his thoughts into reality. He grinned evilly, deciding to test it while plotting to claim every woman in this show.
Suddenly, Varsha's voice called out. Hemant thought of an insect crawling into her saree. She burst in, shrieking as the bug wriggled under the fabric. 'Hemant, you useless boy, help me!' she yelled, yanking off the saree in front of him, revealing her curvaceous form. She treated him like a clueless child, unaware of his new cunning. The insect slipped into her panties; she fished it out, tossing it away. Hemant stared, stunned by her sexy body. 'Mother, you're so stunning,' he thought, controlling himself.
Varsha caught his gaze and smirked wittily. 'Stop gawking like a fool, Hemant. Help me drape this saree properly or I'll make you regret it.' Her tone was sharp, strong, and commanding. He smiled innocently, stepping closer. Using his skill, another insect appeared, this time inside her pussy. She gasped, shouting, 'What the hell? It's stuck!' Her hands flew to massage the area, but it persisted. 'Hemant, you idiot, get it out now!' she demanded, her voice laced with irritation and building heat.
Hemant knelt, parting her folds with skilled fingers. 'Relax, Mother, I'll handle this incident,' he said smoothly. He inserted his finger, probing deeply for five intense minutes. Varsha's strong demeanor faltered as pleasure surged; she moaned softly despite herself. 'You... this feels... too much,' she panted, her pussy growing wet and dripping. Yet she remained in control, pushing him away once the insect was gone. 'Leave now. This never happened.' Hemant exited, leaving her horny and frustrated.
At Anna D'Souza's house, Hemant activated his skill so she'd answer naked. She tried covering herself with a towel, but his words triggered her ego. 'Anna didi, you're too fatty; your breasts aren't big like Mother's,' he quipped wittily. Anna's eyes flashed angrily. 'How dare you compare me? My figure is perfect!' She dropped the towel defiantly, revealing her body. 'Your mother doesn't have a pussy like mine,' she retorted, spreading herself. Hemant admired it, his hard 10-inch cock straining visibly.
Anna noticed and licked her lips, but stayed strong. 'Impressive, but don't think you're getting anywhere,' she said, her voice teasing yet assertive. Hemant left her simmering with desire, heading to Liza's. His skill trapped Liza in a window; a passerby helped by removing her pants and licking her pussy. She shouted protests but grew horny, eventually yielding to his 8-inch cock as he fucked her. Hemant watched from afar, smiling evilly.
At Lajjo Ojha's, his thought made her strip and beg. 'Hemant, fuck my pussy and ass!' she demanded boldly, dropping to suck his 10-inch dick while Murlidhar sat oblivious with earbuds. She moaned dirty words, strong and unashamed, controlling the pace as they fucked wildly.
Back home, Varsha massaged her wet pussy in the bathroom. Hemant entered unannounced. 'I need to pee urgently,' he said innocently. She allowed it, staring at his hard cock. Thoughts of it in her pussy and ass made her drip. Using his skill, she jumped onto him; his cock slid into her pussy. 'Oh god, yes!' she moaned, riding him passionately for an hour, her strong body dictating the rhythm. Panting and sweating, she came hard.
Afterward, Varsha pulled him close. 'Tell no one, and you'll handle all my needs alone from now on,' she whispered with a sly grin. Hemant smiled, knowing his revenge and conquests had only begun.
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