[Content and happy in the developments that take place in their taboo relationship, both the father-in-law and the Indian housewife are on the verge of disclosing their 'secret' marriage to the members of the household. But then, events take a new turn with the sudden arrival of the younger devar (brother-in-law), a nineteen-year old, on the threshold of entering college. He is smitten in the beauty and appeal of his bhabhi (sister-in-law) and thinks of ways to claim 'a piece of the cake' that, accidentally, he realizes is being tasted by none other than his uncle, the patriarch.
As readers would know by now from the earlier chapters, this story is about an Indian housewife and, therefore, the flavor is Indian. Unlike the previous chapters, however, usage of the local Hindi language has been avoided except for just a wee bit here and there but with translations provided alongside.
It is reiterated once again that those readers who feel alienated when reading stories set in India or by Indian writers, may feel like leaving even before reading. But please! Wait and get through a few pages. Nothing would give greater joy to the author than a broader viewership. Love, sex, erotica is universal, and there could be hardly any difference in the fulfillment of these basic human behaviors.
Once again, there is no resemblance to any living characters, and as an erotic story its purpose is to give fun and pleasure.
As always, the author looks forward to comments from readers. Even critical comments and suggestions ultimately turn out to be helpful.]
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There was hardly an hour left before sunrise. The patriarch was by now a tired man and an exhausted lover. The younger bahu, too, could hardly keep her eyelids open and, drawing herself into the arms of Balwant, ready to pass into slumber. Balwant kissed her fully on the lips again.
"Meri rani (my queen)," he said lovingly, "get some sleep now for you'll have a tiring day from the morning."
Matasari had earlier gone off to the adjacent room that was Sonam's. As the child lay sleeping on the cot, she spread a mat just beside it and dozed off quickly. She too would have a very tiring day ahead of her with so many household chores in hand. Tomorrow would be another day, and her authority as a priestess over the master of the house and the young daughter-in-law, would be gone. But, before she fell off to sleep, she couldn't stop recollecting those intimate moments with the two most important members of the household.
In the other room, the couple lay in each other's arms. They looked exactly as a loving couple would be like, with Balwant holding Sonam within his arms and squeezed into his chest. But holding Sonam within his arms, Balwant seemed a worried man. He kept thinking of what he had assured Sonam a while back.
" Wait and see what happens ... everyone will get to know today itself ...and you'll have no complaints," Balwant had said in the end.
Yet, in Balwant's mind, there was a lurking fear. No matter how powerful and assertive head of the family he might be, he feared that considering the unthinkable relationship between him and his bahu, some of his family members might seek their pound of flesh ... The young Bahu's flesh to be precise!
But exhaustion got the better of him and he too soon fell into deep sleep. When he got up, the rays of the morning sun were brushing his face and, in moments, he was wide awake. He turned around and found that Sonam had already got up and left.
In fact, Sonam had got up with a start. She couldn't afford to be late but try and be ready before the rest of the household. Usually, others would come and be in the sitting room talking before they would walk into the dining room for breakfast.
Sonam's dress was simple. She wore a mauve coloured chiffon saree and a green satin blouse with sleeves that came down to her elbows. For her undergarments, she chose a white, lacy pair, the sheer gossamer hugging her most beautiful areas exquisitely. Needless to mention, she looked elegant and thoroughly ravishing. She bowed before both Anurudh and Anjali in the usual gesture of respect before she dashed off to the kitchen to guide the maids in preparing the morning breakfast.
Balwant took his time in getting ready. He just lay on the bed recollecting the events of the previous night and the torrid sexual activities that he had with the two women. He felt a surge in his energy just thinking about his own prowess in the night, and how he had given pleasure to his bahu and the maid and, in return, had been fully satisfied himself. Lazily, he got out of bed and ambled over to the bathroom. He trimmed his moustache and proudly looked at his Rajput face. Usually, he would rub mustard oil all over his body before his bath but that day he did away with it. While having his bath, he soaped himself well, building up a rich lather all over his body and, more particularly, cleansing his penis and scrotum thoroughly. The bath was very refreshing, and he felt invigorated. Stepping out of the bathroom he got dressed in a fresh dhoti and kurta. Finally, he walked towards the stairs.
He took his steps slowly, coughing a bit now and then as he came down the stairs. Frankly, despite being a man with a towering personality, and an authority that stemmed from his position as head of the family, he was not feeling too comfortable at the thought of telling his brother Anurudh and sister-in-law Anjali about his new relation with Sonam.
"I'll tell them later, not now ...not now," he kept murmuring to himself. His wisdom advised discretion, and he decided he would defer informing them about his indiscretion till beyond Holi, the festival of colours and fun.
Still coughing a bit, Balwant came and sat at his usual place at the dining table. He looked a couple of times at Sonam, trying to catch if she in turn was looking at him. But Sonam was too shy and withdrawn to steal glances at this stage. She kept herself busy with other chores, rushing into the kitchen, wiping the plates, setting the items for the morning meal comprising of pyaaz (onion) kachori with coriander and tamarind chutney. Once ready, she nodded at Matasari who deftly took them to the dining table and placed them before the family members.
Balwant looked towards the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the naked waist just below Sonam's blouse that her saree didn't cover. The faint vision of her belly button was enough to stiffen the patriarch's cock in an instant, almost wanting to go and take his bahu in his arms and make passionate love immediately. He sighed silently before he touched one of the hot 'kachori' on his plate and, whispering his prayers to himself, commenced to munch it with a bit of chutney.
Balwant finished his meal and gulped down some water from the steel tumbler. As he set down the tumbler on the table, his eyes fell on the engraved letter 'B' on its metal surface. It was the first letter of his name, one that he was proud of. And yet, at that instant, he only saw the word 'Bahu' in that one single letter. It only made his heart swell in a deeper sense of love and belonging to this sweet, pretty, young bahu of his. Lost in his thoughts, he was largely silent at the table while his brother Anurudh and sister-in-law Anjali went on in their endless banter.
Their son, Abheer, a strapping lad of around nineteen, had returned home just that morning, after completing high school from a boarding institute. He was tall and well built, a strikingly handsome boy just as a Rajput would normally be. He had some stubbles on his cheeks and more on his chin, with a fine moustache over his lips, possibly following in the footsteps of his uncle, Balwant. His teeth were sparkling and perfectly aligned on his young face which gave him a smile that most girls would fall for. He was wearing a crimson T-shirt and light blue jeans, as he spoke rather boldly with his parents.
The heated debate revolved around his career and where Abheer should now be completing the next part of his studies. The lad was insistent on studying at any local college in the city while his parents wanted to send him off to some distant engineering college. The young lad had a soft corner for Sonam, who was his young bhabhi (sister-in-law) ever since her marriage to Rajesh, his elder cousin brother. He was younger by a few years and hadn't had too much interaction with his 'bhabhi.' But now, with this home coming, it was enough for him to develop an infatuation for her. Events would soon turn that infatuation into a growing lust for this attractive woman.
