Rajesh
Once widowed and twice divorced. At the ripe old age of 60 I had given up on the idea of another marriage and decided that simple no strings attached affairs would work for me. I was well known in social circles as a philanderer and many men kept me away from their wives.
My first wife was always the one that I remembered most fondly. She was there before the money and fame. She was my sanskari wife and my other wives did not quite live up to her. She had a good upbringing and elegance that I could not quite find elsewhere. She reared my first 3 children and sadly died in child birth after the third. Even to this day it causes me pain to think of my loss.
In recent times my life had been upended by my youngest daughter, Mamta. I had invested a lot of money in her but she was always a wild child. She had taken after her mother, my last wife. She was herself only 18 when we got whipped up in a whirlwind romance while shooting a movie and being locked up in a hotel room for weeks on end. The marriage did not last long as we divorced within a few years but our daughter meant I had to look after her.
My daughter was the cause of much joy and many miseries. I would hate the sniggers of men as they discussed my daughter getting fucked by half of our social circle. It was hard to ignore so when she turned up knocked up at the hands of my security guard, well it was a blessing in disguise. I took out my rage on the poor employee but in the end I had few options and I feared forcing an abortion would send her on the path of being a true slut. Perhaps motherhood would tame her.
I was in between women at the moment as I wrestled with the disasters at home and in the media. As the child was born, it seemed to tame my daughter and she glowed in motherhood. Our home was now inundated with guests from my ex-wife and my son in law's family.
We called our home the compound as it was large and heavily fortified. It was not a problem in having so many guests in terms of space but I liked my privacy and I was feeling that was being invaded at the moment.
Some guests were more welcome than others and the most welcome was from my son in law's family.
Marriage was not a thought that crossed my mind since my last divorce several years ago but when I saw her she epitomized everything that was good about my first wife. I had a habit of just observing her times, her little habits. She would notice from time to time but she would shyly look away.
She was well mannered, always polite and courteous. She had this way of walking with a slight arch in her back that truly emphasized her features. It had been a long time since a woman had made me want to act out of lust but she was bringing out a lustful animal inside of me. I had young models throwing themselves at me but I was distracted by this divorced woman with two children. It was with amazement that I wondered how she kept her figure.
We only had brief encounters but whenever we did I tried to absorb as much information about her that I could. There was an animal instinct within me that wanted to get her alone and I would not be able to control myself if I was alone with her. She had an effortless beauty about her. No make up, no hair extensions, just elegance and class.
"Aiysha, what would you do if you were not burdened by life?" I asked as she handed me a glass of water from the table. She had this need to be helpful and respectful.
"Sir, that is a fanciful question. I have too many responsibilities to think that way," she replied as I invited her to take a seat next to me.
She maintained a respectable distance as she sat next to me. The room was quiet as everyone seemed to be busy.
I drank my glass of water and handed it to her to place back on the table. She bent slightly at the waist and I could not help but stare as that slight arch in her back just made her look so irresistible.
"Please Aiysha, call me Rajesh. I am not your boss or professor, but we are now family. Sometimes, it is good to have these conversations. Life can be so burdensome. So tell me what were your dreams?" I asked while still checking out her ass.
She glances back with a smile and notices me looking at her figure. She does not say anything about my look and rejoins me on my sofa.
"Sir...sorry...Mr Rajesh. You will think I am so boring. I was married before I could finish my masters or phd and I always wanted to do that," she replied as I sensed an opening.
I placed my hand on her leg in an reassured way and leaned closer to her, "it is just Rajesh. No sir or mister."
My voice was heavy as I leaned in. She took a deep breath and swallowed. She was wearing a kameez but my hand was just over her salwar and under her kameez. There was a heat I could feel from between her legs as my fingers delved into that tight crevice between her legs.
She subconsciously licked her lips as I leaned in closer. Then we hear the door handle and Aiysha moves back out of reach while removing my hand. There was a heavy atmosphere in the room between us and I wondered how she felt towards me. It was my ex-wife and she sensed something.
My ex-wife was only 38 herself and she had been through most of the young studs in Bollywood since our divorce. This was where my daughter got her wild streak.
Aiysha snuck out of the room as my ex-wife gave me a distasteful look.
"You cannot teach an old dirty dog new tricks," she said snarkily.
"What would you know about old dirty dogs...oops...I forgot you were always a bitch. Well a bitch in heat accordingly to the tabloids," I replied sharply.
She was sharp herself as she threw an ornamental glass elephant at me. I had to duck and it shattered against the wall.
"You are an asshole. She is your daughter's sister in law. I thought your usual type was talentless actresses that wanted to fuck for a role?"
"The bitch is back," I replied as I walked out.
***
Aiysha
Mamta invited me to visit to see my new nephew and the whole situation seemed surreal. It was a different world to where we came from and the truth shocked me.
We were only planning to stay for a week but then it turned into two weeks and then three weeks. In truth, it was hard for me to leave as we had all of our needs met but I could not impose and I needed to return to my job as a teacher. It would be hard with my boys and every time I talked of leaving they would get upset. They were close to Mamta and it was hard since our grandmother passed away.
My feelings towards Rajesh were hard to describe. I saw him as a father figure but his looks gave me a different impression. In truth, I was not offended by his looks, in some ways, I found him intriguing and I welcomed his attention. But I had my own demons to contend with. I hated looking at my naked body as it contained the scars of my marriage. I was damaged and I could never be loved by a man.
After I left the room, I heard the crash but I did not want to intrude on their personal matters. The family had complex dynamics and I was in a fragile position.
I did not see Rajesh until the next morning, he was a busy man and he was often out for social events and to meet people.
"Aiysha, please bring me a glass of water for my medicine," he said as he walked to his bedroom. I eagerly went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I filled the glass with water, my mind began to wonder. Should I be alone with him in his bedroom? I shook the thoughts from my head.
I brought the water out to him and he was laying on a chaise longue. He rose up to a seated position upon seeing me enter. I brought over the water and also picked up the pills from the side table for him. I had to bend to pick them up and I noticed his eyes on my body. It was already making me feel heated but I tried to think he had good intentions.
