I would like to tell my readers that those searching for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding.
Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded in italics followed immediately with an English translation. Those familiar with Hindi may find it rewarding to read the original. Others can skip those parts.
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Please read Shehla's Story Chs. 00 and 01 to better appreciate this part. A summary is given below:
Ch. 00 - 01 Summary:
Shehla is a married young woman (around 30) with a small daughter. She is professionally qualified and works as junior executive with Trident Corp., a large MNC. Her hubby is a banker working with a large international bank. They live and work in Gurgaon. She is tall, slim, reasonably well endowed, fresh faced and pleasantly attractive. She generally dresses in salwar suits and her clothes are smart but conservatively cut.
Shehla and her hubby suffer a forced separation when he gets transferred to the Gulf, and becomes extremely busy with his job. She tries to be with her hubby in the Gulf, taking leave of absence from her job. However, she returns after a couple of months, ostensibly because she had nothing to do there, but also because of a not yet revealed trauma she suffered there. Her hubby is perhaps in some kind of trouble because of which he is trapped there in the Gulf and is unable to return to India...
Upon her return, she re-locates to Mumbai, where she currently lives with her widowed mother. In Trident Corp.'s Mumbai office, she gets acquainted with Kalpana, a senior colleague. They soon become good friends.
Prolonged separation from her hubby adversely affects Shehla's mental health and emotional wellbeing. Telephonic conversations with her hubby are not enough satisfy her emotional and physical needs. She starts getting desperate. Her hubby understands her condition and finally, to help preserve her sanity he suggests that she might try to find someone for a short-term relationship. But she knows that she can't afford to look for such a person among her colleagues, relatives or friends. Online search only yields responses from totally unsuitable, unsavoury characters. She is at her wits' end. Finally, one day Shehla unburdens herself to an understanding and sympathetic Kalpana.
To help lighten her mood, Kalpana invites Shehla to her home one day. After a long and happy day at Kalpana's place, her hubby Kapil drives Shehla back to her home. Shehla and Kapil find it very easy to talk to each other and she soon starts calling him Jiju (brother-in-law, treating Kalpana as her adoptive sister). Without conscious intent on her part, Shehla's unfulfilled thirst drives her to come on to Kapil. Being a hot-blooded male, he cannot resist her charms. Unbeknownst to Shehla, he has a hall pass from Kalpana, to compensate him for the affair Kalpana is having with the big boss of Trident Corp., Shyam Belekar. (Please read the series Kalpana & "Sir").
Kapil and Shehla do it as soon as they reach her home. So highly aroused and impatient are they that they have unprotected sex. They do it again the next day, in a hotel room. Apart from Shehla's long unsatisfied thirst for sex, they are driven by a strong natural chemistry between them and they get on like a house on fire.
Shehla visits a gynaecologist for a morning after pill and also to treat a vaginal infection she caught during their romps. She is plunged into anxiety when she is told that at that point in her menstrual cycle, a morning after pill might not work...
***
It was almost a fortnight since Shehla and Kapil had last met. Shehla was at her cubicle in the office but found herself unable to concentrate on her work. She was on pins and needles: She was expecting her period to start almost any time now. For the past fortnight she had had bouts of anxiety every once in a while. But as the days passed, the anxiety attacks had grown in intensity and duration until she felt distracted and, on the edge, almost all the time.
"I have always been regular as a clockwork and surely, they will start on time now too!" She assured herself, temporarily assuaging her anxiety, reminding herself that she had never had to worry about it in the past. But now, she had to contend with memories of the intense peaks of passion her
Jiju
's bare, unsheathed, uncircumcised cock had made her experience as they flashed before her mind's eye. She blushed with shame and guilt and in spite of herself, a shiver of arousal coursed through her body.
"Has
Jiju
planted his seed in me already?" The thought kept recurring. She shook her head to clear her head, made a quick trip to the ladies' room and splashed cold water on her face to force herself to snap out of her guilt laden reverie. But try as she might, those memories kept flooding back. And although she was temporarily able to assuage her guilt and shame, she couldn't suppress her sexual arousal as she re-lived those vivid memories, even though she was immersed in the aseptic, business-like environment of her office.
In fact, she had started experiencing episodes of sexual arousal almost as soon as the inflammation in her pussy had subsided. Her episodes of horniness kept increasing in intensity and duration as the days passed. She was compelled to live through bouts of guilt laden anxiety and intense sexual arousal, not knowing how to control either, until she was ready to climb a wall.
Jiju
was the only person she could confide in. But Shehla was caught on the horns of a dilemma. On the one hand she needed
Jiju
's support to overcome her anxiety. On the other hand, she knew that the mere sound of his voice would be enough to ignite her sexual arousal and leave her high and dry, unable to find relief on her own. She was ashamed of her own vulnerable state... After a long and tortuous struggle with herself, she finally gathered courage and called Kapil.
"Kaisi ho Shehla?"
"How are you doing Shehla?" Kapil picked up the phone almost as soon as it rang. A wave of relief swept through her upon hearing his voice. Her pussy spasmed and she felt moist between her legs, reacting instantly to the sound of his voice.
"Ji mein theek hun, Jiju. Kya hum mil sakte hain?"
"I am OK,
Jiju
