I was already 32 and not married thanks to my hectic work schedule which gave me no personal time. It was just 2 in the noon of a monday and I couldn't take the boring work again. I called it a day and instead of spending time outside decided to go to straight to my home ( a small rented apartment) to take a nap. I was living in the suburbs of a famous south Indian city known for its spicy food and beautiful women.
I was about to knock my owner's house who lived in the ground floor to get the keys (they pass the keys to the maid). I realized my house was already open. I knew my maid always comes in the morning half so this had to be someone else. I slowly sneaked up the stairs to check out who it was. I saw Hemu, the grandson of my owner playing video games in my computer. The sneaky little bastard. I was about to barge in and hold his collar when I realized there was some movement in my bedroom. I leaned further down the main door and saw a silhouette. Just by the outline I knew who it was.
Rani, the 25 yr old daughter-in-law of the owner and mom of Hemu was happily going through my things. I realized this has been their favorite pass time. After her in laws take their afternoon nap she sneaks up to my house, lets her son play games and takes her own sweet time meddling with my personal stuff.
I looked down and sensed the A/c was on. The fat owner was asleep along with his wife. I knew I had solid 3 hours.
I moved in and locked the door behind me. My foot steps were loud enough to shake up both the mother and her son. Hemu was shit scared as he looked at me, his fingers shivering over the keyboard. I walked upto him and softly patted his head as I looked straight down the bedroom. Rani was hidden from Hemu because of the half closed door but I could get a clear picture of her from where I was standing. She was seated on the floor with her eyes popped out. Her whole body looked frozen and she was holding the playboy magazines which I usually hide below the mattress. She was wearing a yellow chiffon saree with matching tight blouse. Her mangalsutra was hanging near her breasts. Her curly long black hair was pulled into a loose bun. The red sindhoor in her forehead clearly visible and her saree palloo was tucked near her tummy. The saree was little raised, courtesy her sitting pose which exposed her sexy legs and the silver anklets.
She looked exactly like the indian bahu they show in wildstone ads. I looked at Hemu who was shivering now and looked down with shame and fear.
I spoke in a stern voice looking at her, "Bahut sharminda bachaa hai yeh to, bilkul apne baap jaisa" { he is a very shy kid, exactly like his dad}
Hemu was about to cry.
I put him back on his seat as his his fingers were still shivering, I softly patted his back and switched on the paused game.
"Kuchh nahi beta Kuchh nahi. Tumhari galti nahi hay yeh. Tumhari mummy ki galti hai tum kelte raho aaj mujhe tumhari mummy ko pehle saza dena hai "
{ dont worry son. Its not your mistake. Its your mom's. You keep playing as today I will punish your mom first.}
Tears rolled down his cheeks and he listened to me like a good kid and started playing looking only at the monitor.
