Indian Harem Ch 01

Author's Note: This is an Indian soap opera. There will be some Indian terms which may confuse some folks. I'm adding a few important terms which may help with the comprehension of the story better. But folks will need to understand some phrases from the context.

Special thanks to KenjiSato for the edits. Learnt a lot from your suggestions

This will be a slow-burn story with some storylines which take some creative liberties, but I've seen worse in Indian shows.

Terms:

Bhabhi - Term for sister-in-law (In India - it's an honorific which follows the name as a sign of respect)

Didi - Term of elder sister

Babuji - Father/Father-in-Law

Chotu - Suraj's nickname (generally refers to the youngest kid in a family)

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I stood before my family home with my backpack in my hand. It was drizzling, and I was half-drenched as I walked home from the bus stop. But that was not my main worry, I had been sent away from home to college three years ago, but after getting kicked out for hacking the college servers, I had finally returned home.

My name is Suraj, and I just turned twenty-one. I guess, a few things about me first; I am about six feet tall. I used to be a lanky kid when I left home, but three years at the gym at college had given me some bulk and toned muscle.

I didn't expect a warm welcome as I knocked on the mansion's front door. It was my 'Bhabhi' Jhanvi, who opened the door. She looked absolutely stunning. Her wedding bangles sparkled in the sunlight, and she wore a simple, white salwar kameez. But what attracted me were her huge milky breasts pushed up by the fabric of her clothes. I still couldn't believe that her parents had gotten her married to my older brother Kishore.

She was my childhood friend, and I had a major crush on her during my college days. She'd grown into a knockout bombshell over the past few years, and I couldn't help but stare at her curvy body. Even though she was now my sister-in-law, I felt aroused by her sexy curves.

My thoughts were interrupted by a snap of her fingers. "Suraj! Earth to Suraj," she exclaimed, with a grin. "I've been waiting for my best friend to come home, and the only thing he does is stare at me!"

"Well, I've never seen you dressed so traditionally, have I?" I grinned back. "It looks great on you, Jhanvi."

"OK, OK, enough of this formal stuff," she chuckled. "Come inside. It's raining pretty hard outside."

The living room was quite familiar to me. The rich, marbled tiles, the varnished wooden doors and the grand staircase leading up to the bedrooms.

"Where is everybody? You know, Dad, Tara and--" I stopped midway.

"Well, the men are away at work. Tara's gone out with Disha, and Nora is out with Ravi to oversee some work at our new plant."

"So we're alone together, then?" I asked, innocently.

"Yep! Just the two of us here in this huge house! Just like old times," she winked.

I sat on the couch beside her, while she quickly brushed aside her hair behind her shoulders, giving me a clear view of her voluptuous tits. I loved how she arched her neck forward whenever she moved around. And her sizable breasts jiggled gently under her top, every time she stretched.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked me, turning towards the kitchen.

"Coffee would be nice, if you don't mind," I replied.

"Right away!" she nodded.

As she entered the kitchen, I watched her shapely ass move seductively through the air in her tight skirt. Damn, she could really turn me on. I heard the clinking of cups and plates being placed on the countertop, followed by the noise of boiling water. A minute later, she returned holding a tray of filter coffee.

"Thanks, Jhanvi," I smiled, as she set the tray on the glass table between us.

"You're welcome," she giggled.

I'd spent my entire childhood with Jhanvi, but things were different, as she had married my brother. She was no longer my close friend but my sister-in-law, whom I was supposed to respect. But even though I knew that I shouldn't get too close to her, I couldn't help but look at her curvaceous body hungrily.

"So... Everyone is probably pissed off at me at home... eh?" I asked, awkwardly.

"Yeah, kinda," she answered softly. "I mean... it's a big mess, and babuji is really angry."

She must have noticed me getting nervous. "But I'm just happy to get my best friend back! I thought I would ignore you after you disappeared from everyone for the last few years. But I can't help but be happy you are back. It gets lonely at home."

"I'm sorry, Jhanvi, I was just really pissed off at everything that happened," I replied.

"Didn't have time to call, but it seems that you found a lot of time to hit the gym," she giggled, her eyes focused on my muscular arms.

"I bet you were pretty popular with the girls!" she said, casually stroking my arm. "You must've made quite the impression with your bulging muscles."

I didn't know what to say and blushed.

"Oh, come on, Suraj!" she laughed, squeezing my arm tighter. "You know you don't need to be embarrassed around me! We're family now!"

She scooched in and pulled out her phone. "Come on, let's take a selfie together. I want to put it up on Facebook!"

She pulled my arm towards her and held up her phone. As she leaned in and stuck her tongue out playfully, she pressed her voluptuous breasts into my arm. I could feel them press against me through the fabric of her salwar kameez. I was glad she quickly snapped a photo; otherwise, she would have noticed my cock getting harder in my pants.

"Cute!" she smiled, leaning back on the couch.

We continued chatting for a while until the door opened, and Nora walked in with Ravi. Nora was my father's new wife. He'd married her barely a few months after my mother passed away, three years ago.

She actually used to be Dad's secretary. I had once caught her trying some moves on Kishore, my elder brother, who had just started interning with Dad. My mom had thrown a fit and almost got her fired. Only after Ravi, my Dad's righthand man intervened, that she saved her job. I guess she eventually realized it was easier to seduce my widowed father than his son.

Even though I wasn't exactly thrilled by her marriage to Dad, I had to admit that she was smoking hot. Despite being a bitch, she was a total knockout at thirty-two. She had smooth, tanned skin; big, round brown eyes; thick, glossy dark hair; plump, kissable lips; and a perfect hourglass figure.

Her tits were definitely the most attention-grabbing thing about her. They were huge! And they were perfectly shaped as well, like teardrops. They weren't too big or small; they were just the right size for her body. She used to wear low-cut tops, which showed them off beautifully.

I jumped up in surprise when I saw her, and my eyes immediately went down to her sexy figure. She wore a tight office skirt and a white shirt that clung tightly to her bust. She looked at me coldly, as she took off her coat and hung it in the hallway. Her nipples were visible under the thin material of her top. I stared at her nipples as they hardened into peaks.

"I'll see you tomorrow to sign those papers, Ravi," she instructed, and sent him away.

"So you finally decide to come home?" she said, coming in and sitting on the chair and crossing her legs. I couldn't help but stare at her long, smooth legs and beautiful feet. She wore high heels that made her already tall figure even more alluring.

"The favourite son returns," she said sarcastically, as she looked at Jhanvi. "And what are you doing wasting time with him. Don't you have to prepare dinner?"

"I... I..." Jhanvi stuttered. "I was just about to start when you came in."

"Well, start!" Nora ordered.

"No, no... of course not," Jhanvi replied meekly, and hurried towards the kitchen.

"You shouldn't talk to Jhanvi like that, Nora!" I spoke up.

She turned towards me and looked at me with a wicked grin. "You'll notice things are slightly different from when you left the house." She got up, walked over to me, and placed her foot on the sofa between us. "No one cares for your opinion around here anymore, Suraj! You're back, but nothing more than an unemployed boy living off his family now!"

While I flushed with anger at this, I also felt my cock swell in my pants as I gazed at Nora's gorgeous legs in their high heels. Damn, she was smoking hot! Her dress was extremely short and revealed most of her thighs and calves.

"Nora... If you think I..." I started speaking, but she put a finger on my lips.

"Shushhhh," she whispered, lifting her hand to stroke my hair. She leaned in closer to me, until our faces were inches apart. "I remember how you tattled to your mother when I was putting my moves on, Kishore! Now that she's gone, it's my turn to teach you a lesson!"

I was about to retaliate when my Dad and brother returned from work, too. Nora got her foot off my groin and turned to greet them. Dad gave me a cold glare before walking up the stairs to his room, ignoring me altogether.

Nora shot me a smug look before following after him leaving me alone with Kishore.

"God! Why do you always have to piss him off?" Kishore groaned at me. "He's been in a bad mood all day."

"Hello to you, too, bhai!" I responded, sarcastically.

"Looks like college wasn't able to get rid of that attitude of yours, huh?" he sneered at me.

"Is that you, Kishore?" Jhanvi called out from the kitchen, as she heard our heated voices. She rushed in to greet us with a smile, wiping her hands on a towel.

Kishore had always known I had a crush on Jhanvi, and I never forgave him for marrying her. The only time I had called home from college was to ask Kishore to not go through with the marriage. He'd ignored me, of course, and married her anyway.

"What happened?" she asked curiously, when she noticed the tension between Kishore and me.

"Nothing important," Kishore dismissed her question, and chided her. "Why is dinner still not ready!"

"Well, Jhanvi was talking to me..." I began, but Kishore interrupted me the same way Nora did.

"It's bhabhi to you... not Jhanvi! She's my wife now!" he barked at me.

Jhanvi looked nervously at us both, and excused herself. "I-I'm going to check on dinner."

I glared at Kishore briefly before shrugging my shoulders, picking up my backpack, and heading up the stairs towards my room. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep the moment I hit the bed.

***

I woke up a few hours later with a start. It was ten PM, and I had been asleep for a few hours. A plate of food was on my desk, along with a small note. "I made your favourite - Jhanvi 'Bhabhi' :)" was written on the note.

I grinned at the note and figured I'd shower before eating anything. After spending the entire day travelling, I hated feeling dirty.

I took off my shirt and jeans and climbed into the shower. The water felt great on my skin, and I sighed happily as it massaged my muscles. I hadn't expected to ever live in such luxury again. My father had sent me off to college in another city the very next week after he informed us he was marrying his secretary.

That decision changed everything; I used to be the favourite son, but after that, I became the family's black sheep. Dad hadn't talked to me in three years, and everything was different. It seemed like Kishore and Nora ran the house and business now.

But I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I needed to devise a plan to put them in their place. But first, I needed to understand what had happened over the last three years, and I needed someone on my side to help me out. I suddenly remembered that there was a person who knew everything that went on in this house. Someone who was definitely going to be on my side, no matter what.

I hopped out of the shower, dried myself and wrapped a towel around my waist. I began rummaging through my bag when I heard a knock on my door.

"Look who's finally back!" I heard a sultry voice. I turned to find my elder sister, Tara, in the doorway with a mischievous grin.

"Tara!" I gasped in surprise, as I looked at her. "Is that really you?"

She burst out laughing at my embarrassment. "Oh please, don't you recognize your sister now!"

She couldn't really blame me. When I left, Tara was just entering her residency in college. She was beautiful but slightly chubby when I left. She also used to dress quite plainly and wouldn't dare to wear any makeup. But here, she looked drop-dead gorgeous! She wore a white-silk crop-top with spaghetti straps that exposed her ample bosom, and a tiny miniskirt that barely reached the top of her thighs.

She grinned at me and raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"

"Um... uh... yeah, sure..." I stumbled over my words, as I tried to hide the fact that she'd taken my breath away.

"Good answer!" she snickered, as she sauntered into the room. "Now, where's my hug?"

I grinned and hugged her tightly, and spun her around in joy. She laughed in response and hugged me back tightly, pressing her large breasts against my chest. Her bare belly rubbed against the towel covering my groin, and I could feel my cock begin to stir in excitement.

"Damn, you've gotten buff!" she said admiringly, running her hands across my arms. "When did you get this strong?"

"A lot of hours at the gym," I shrugged, modestly. "But I missed you a lot!"

"Couldn't find any time to call, either?" she pouted teasingly, as she broke free from my hug.

"Sorry, Didi! You know I wasn't in the right headspace. But I'm back now for good!" I grinned.

"Hmmm...good!" she mused, as she trailed a finger down my abs. "You've definitely filled out nicely. I love these pecs!"

I gulped nervously, as she explored my body. This was totally unexpected. Not that I minded having a sexy sister stroking my stomach and checking out my body. I ran my fingers across her slender waist, stopping just below her navel.

"I can see that you've been working out, too?" I said, as I teased her navel with my fingers.

"Maybe..." She looked at me playfully with a naughty grin before quickly pulling away. We were interrupted by a chime on her phone.

"Oops, that's Raj; he's waiting for me outside for our date," she announced, as she grabbed her purse and jacket. She glanced at my toned abs again, with a devious smirk before leaving the room. "I'll be spending the night at his place tonight, so don't wait up for me, baby bro!"

I shook my head in disbelief, as I watched her sway her hips seductively through the door. I couldn't believe had become such a tease!

***

I woke up quite late the following day to find that everyone, except Jhanvi, had already gone to work. I showered, dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Jhanvi greeted me with a cheerful smile, as I walked into the kitchen.

She was looking super hot today. She was wearing a sari that flowed around her sexy body and complimented her curves perfectly. Her loose hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves. She was wearing minimal makeup and smelled fresh like roses. She was cooking something on the stove and humming a tune to herself.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she teased me, playfully.

"Hi, bhabhi!" I replied back cheekily, and pinched her cheek.

"Don't call me that! It sounds so weird!" she giggled.

"What should I call you then?" I asked, with a laugh.

"How about Jhanvi?" She smiled, sweetly. "Just like before."

I paused and thought for a minute. "OK, then, Jhanvi, it is!"

She looked so cute that I couldn't help but pinch her cheek again. She slapped my hand away with a mock frown, but I saw a hint of a smile on her face.

"Are you trying to distract me? Or, are you hungry?" she asked me, with a grin. "Breakfast is ready."

We sat down and enjoyed our meal together. The food was delicious! But the whole time, I couldn't stop staring at her sexy body, and full breasts bouncing freely under her sari. Jhanvi asked me if we could spend time together, watching some movies. As much as I wanted to, I had decided to set my plan for revenge in motion, so I had to refuse.

"Fine," she pouted cutely, and stomped towards the living room. "But come back soon."

I waved goodbye, as I slipped out of the house. I walked down the street to her sister, Pooja Didi's house.

***

I hesitated as I was about to press the doorbell, as Pooja Didi was the only person in my life who didn't know that I had been expelled. While I didn't really care what Dad and Kishore thought, I knew she would be disappointed in me. But I had to meet Pooja and explain myself before she heard about it from anyone else.

Let me tell you a bit about Pooja Didi. She'd been a big part of my childhood. She was three years older than me and used to be my babysitter. When Pooja Didi was in college, she used to tutor me and Jhanvi when we were kids, and when I grew older, she taught me how to drive my first car.

She was the only person who came to meet me at college and cheered for me when I won academic awards. For the first few months after I was in college, she called me every Sunday. While I made a point to not discuss anything about what was happening at home, we discussed just about everything else on our Sunday calls. Pretty soon, after she got married, we began chatting even more. Eventually, I was talking to her for hours every single day.

In fact, I'd say I considered her like my elder sister, more like family than my actual family. I'd been avoiding her calls and messages for the past week since I got expelled. I knew that I owed it to her to tell her what had happened before anyone else told her about it. She'd probably be alone at this time, as her husband would have gone to work.

After ringing the bell several times, I finally heard footsteps approaching the door, and it swung open. Standing before me was Pooja Didi in a dark-purple sari with gold embroidery on the edges. Her long hair fell straight past her shoulders, and she wore very little makeup on her face. But despite her simple attire, she looked stunningly beautiful and elegant.

"Oh, my God! Is that really you?" Pooja Didi exclaimed, as she saw me standing there. She jumped into my arms and squeezed me tightly in a fierce hug.

I chuckled and hugged her back tightly. "It's good to see you, too, Pooja Didi."

She stepped back, holding my hand, and led me into the house. She was just three years older than me and looked as gorgeous as ever. She looked so beautiful in her sari. I couldn't help but notice the curve of her waist as she walked in front of me.

Pooja Didi wasn't really on social media; she didn't even bother with a WhatsApp display picture, so this was actually the first time I had seen her face in three years. I had NEVER considered her anything more than my sister and best friend, but I had to admit that she was stunning.

She was about five-feet-six-inches tall; with flawless, olive skin; wide, brown eyes; and soft, red lips. She had naturally silky jet-black hair that framed her heart-shaped face beautifully. She was sporting a medium-sized bindi on her forehead. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed how perky her large breasts looked underneath her blouse.

My mind raced to compare her to Nora, Jhanvi and even to Tara. All three were smokin' hot, but Pooja Didi had a delicate kind of beauty that the others did not. She was effortlessly graceful and classy, while being smokin' hot at the same time. She was a ten-out-of-ten in my eyes.

"I'll be honest, I was having a bad week, and this is definitely the best surprise ever, Chotu!" She giggled and turned around to lead me into the house.

Her laugh made me realize how much I had missed her. Even if it was just a week of not talking to her, I'd missed her like crazy. She'd been one of the few people in my life who never turned against me. I didn't know how much I'd missed her until I saw her again.