This story continues a month or so after Goa chapters, and roughly a few weeks post the previous story. Would strongly advise reading them first before coming to this. It's only my first attempt at a series like this, so please be patient, and excuse silly typos / errors. I'm still learning this game a bit, so any feedback is appreciated!
This chapter is my longest story yet, and the one where I've invested a lot into the build-up itself, before going into the depths a pretty extended climax. The idea was to try and flesh out the characters a bit, and also set the right context for the future direction in which I want to take this series. Of course, that will depend a lot on the feedback to this chapter, so please fire away!
Needless to say, as with all the previous stories (and as we've established in the storyline itself), none of the characters are underage. There's a considerable amount of controlled violence / domination and a lot of expletives later on, so that's not your cup of tea - then do take care while reading!
= PPanwar
PART A: THE ARRIVAL...
Sumana stormed into the living room, fury etched across her face as she glared at Shashi watching TV.
"Shashi! I can't believe you did this!"
"What? What did I do?" fumbled Shashi, nearly dropping the remote.
"You invited Puneet and Praveen to stay with us for a whole two weeks without even running it by me first!" She punctuated each of those last five words by jabbing her finger toward him.
As she said this, images unbidden flashed through Sumana's mind of her 23-year-old daughter Sanjana fawning over the two strapping young nephews. She knew all too well how giggly and flirtatious Sanjana could get around remotely good-looking boys when she was younger, and recently she had more than enough reason to suspect where that could go.
Now that Puneet and Praveen were grown men in their 20s, Sumana worried Sanjana might act rather...unbecoming around them. The thought made her both angry at Shashi's unilateral decision and stressed at the prospect of having to keep a careful eye on her daughter.
Shashi looked up with a start, cheeks instantly flushing red. "Sumana, you're right, I should have discussed it with you before extending them the invitation," he said sheepishly, unable to meet her fiery gaze.
"Those nephews of yours are grown men now, not little kids!" Sumana went on, her lips pursing as she imagined Sanjana making googly eyes and blushing like a schoolgirl around the handsome pair.
The idea of her daughter potentially throwing herself at Puneet and Praveen made Sumana's blood boil. She loved the boys as family, but she really wasn't too sure about having them about the house. Not with the current situation she and her two daughters had kind waded into.
"Just where do you expect we'll put them up?" Her hands danced animatedly as she spoke, trying to keep herself distracted from the images creeping into her mind. "Make Sanjana and Savita double up in one room?"
Shashi shrank a little in his seat, knowing he'd overstepped. "You're absolutely right, I handled this poorly. I should have consulted you first before committing us to houseguests."
Sumana took a deep, calming breath through her nostrils, trying to suppress the scenes brewing in her mind's eye. As angry and anxious as she was about the situation, she knew she'd welcome her nephews kindly when they arrived.
"It's done now, I suppose. They're coming to stay," she said in a tone that made it clear the matter was not up for further discussion. "Just don't expect me to rearrange this entire household to accommodate them."
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The doorbell rang, and Sumana reluctantly went to answer it, steeling herself to greet Puneet and Praveen. It's not that she had anything against her nephews, they were perfectly sweet kids as far as she could remember them. It was the lack of foresight from Shashi that really set her off.
As the door swung open, the first thing that she was struck by was just how much the two young men had changed since she last saw them 7-8 years ago. Back then, they were gawky, bespectacled teens more interested in books and academics than anything athletic or physical. But the two figures standing on her doorstep were transformed.
While not burly or muscle-bound, Puneet and Praveen had broad shoulders, confident postures, and healthy, handsome faces. Their frames seemed to have filled out into those of young men very much in their prime.
Sumana felt a slight blush rise to her cheeks as she looked them over, reminding herself that these were still her husband's nephews, not strangers to ogle. She reflexively smoothed out her salwar and tugged it more tightly across her midriff.
"Auntie Sumana! It's been too long," Praveen smiled warmly as they stepped inside, drinking in the sight of their aunt. While Sumana had always been a beautiful woman, years of marriage and motherhood had only enhanced her looks. There was a regal, almost queenly aura about her in the sky-blue salwar-suit, cheeks glowing and lips-stained deep red.
Puneet found himself staring perhaps a bit too long before giving himself an inward shake. Get a grip, he admonished himself, this is just Auntie!
"You two have really grown into young men," Sumana managed, pulling them both into an embrace, trying not to feel flustered by their good looks and how tall they'd gotten - even if they retained a bit of the academic-geek profile, with their glasses and the odd stubble around the chin.
As she pulled away, she noticed Puneet's eyes linger perhaps a beat too long on the low-cut neckline of her kurta. She suppressed a frown, reminding herself to keep stern vigilance over any impropriety - for all their sakes.
"We're so grateful you're letting us stay, Auntie," Praveen replied with an easy smile. "We'll be no trouble at all!"
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