Sunita Bhabie was looking blankly at the ceiling. I could comprehend her mental state and gently held her arm. She smiled dryly at me and ended her drink with a deep sigh. I could hear the boys coming to the balcony and alerted Bhabie. In a moment, Manohar Uncle, Rajesh, and Ritesh appeared in the hotel verandah with their respective drinks. Rajesh: What are you two doing here for so long? Eh? Are you not d… done y… yet? But it was great fun y-a-a-r! You… you missed it. I noticed that Rajesh had a pretty unsteady gait and so was Manohar Uncle. They seemed to be drunk to the brim. Ritesh was holding on to Manohar Uncle so that he did not fall! Me: Thank God that you are over and done with! Lets order for dinner then. Rajesh: O… Okay. Manohar Uncle: Sure An… Anita! None of the males except Ritesh was in a decent state. I ordered to room service and we completed dinner somehow as Manohar Uncle was totally ‘out’ and Rajesh was also heavily

Sunita Bhabie's Flashback Me: Is everything okay beta? Nandu: Yes mausi. Its hotter here than in Delhi. Me: Yes Nandu, everything is hot here. Nandu laughed not comprehending my double meaning phrase. He was too innocent to catch my prank. I checked his bed though his bed was already made. As I stretched the already stretched bedcover, I deliberately bent down in front of him so that my cleavage was visible over the U-neck of my nighty. I noticed Nandu noted that for a second, but looked elsewhere. Afterall I was his mausi. Me: Have you not brought any shorts? How can you sleep in these pajamas Nandu? It’s so hot. Nandu stammered as I could well realize he had not brought shorts along with him. Nandu: I can manage mausi. Me: No, no. How can that be? Have you not brought any Bermudas also? Nandu: No. Actually mom told to take pajamas because she said I would look indecent in those Bermudas if someone comes at your place. Me: Oh! This Tulsi naa!

Flashback: Since we stay in UP, there is hardly any chance to visit a seaside easily and so when Rajesh proposed this tour, I was very much excited. I had only visited a seaside in Maharastra– that too with my parents when I was very young. Ritesh was my hubby’s close pal and Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie were our neighbors. Before marriage Rajesh had toured a couple of places with them along with his parents. So the bonding was quite strong and as Ritesh used to visit our house occasionally I was also pretty comfortable. Ritesh was my husband’s age, around 32-33, bachelor. Manohar Uncle and Sunita Bhabie was an elderly couple, their daughter was married only the previous year and lived in Delhi. We were having a nice time from the onset of the journey. Manohar Uncle though nearing retirement was very active and agile and cracked jokes every now and then keeping everyone in a joyous mood. His physique was also very well maintained for his age. Photography was his hobby.

We exchanged smiles as we got out of the toilet. Guru-ji’s room seemed to be more smoky that before. I took small steps as I was wearing the short skirt and I also tried my best to stretch the choli upwards to cover my deep exposed cleavage. The whole room was adorned with a variety of items, which I must say was a gala affair. As I looked carefully through the smoke I noticed the whole room was almost covered with several bowls and small pots containing flowers for puja offerings, kumkum, sandalwood powder, a kalash and a coconut on top of it, ghee, rice, and kheer on small plates, betel nuts, small pieces of wood, etc. Additionally, there were the ‘agni’ at the center of the room before the Linga Maharaj deity and it was glowing full steam with four deepaks (light lamps) placed round it. Moreover, several scented agarbattis (incense sticks) were filling the room with an intoxicating smell. Guru-ji was chanting mantras at a loud pitch and everything contributed

As I was thinking all this, I was on my way back to my room where Master-ji and Deepak were waiting for me. Master-ji: Who called you Madam? Me: Rajesh. I mean… my husband. I was a bit careless while walking back the alley and my pallu had shifted of my protruding right breast almost completely and as soon as I met Deepak’s eyes I caught him enjoying the view. Immediately I adjusted my pallu and wrapped my treasures properly and as I was breathing slightly faster than normal, my heavy boobs were stretching my blouse. Deepak: He must be missing you very much Madam. Deepak indicatively smiled suggesting my husband must have been missing my appealing ‘flesh’. Master-ji: Bah! Then you must be feeling refreshed talking to him? Me: Yes, of course. It seemed it’s such a long time I had not conversed with Rajesh… Master-ji: Madam, shall we continue? Me: Yes, yes. What else is left? I was still so much immersed with Rajesh’s thoughts that I

By that time when they were in the toilet I had wiped the thick semen off my mouth and nose and tried to look normal though still was having a racing heart beat and as I tried to get off from the bed, Deepak intervened. Deepak: Madam, madam, what are you doing? I was rather surprised at his voice and looked up at him. Me: Why? What happened? Deepak: You have just got back your senses Madam. Have you forgotten that for the last 15 to 20 minutes you had been unconscious? I had to stop as I momentarily forgot that I was pretending to have fainted so long and I could not just get up and start walking normally. Deepak: My mami also once tried to act smart and within moments fell down and cut her forehead. Surely you won’t like a repeat show here. Master-ji: Deepak is speaking sense Madam. I looked at Master-ji with angry eyes, as he very well knew that I was pretending to have a fainting spell, but could not express anything in front of Deepak. Deepak:

Wearing a fresh set of sari, blouse, and petticoat with a fresh pair of undergarment, I was almost ready to meet Guru-ji in his room when there was a knock again. I opened the door and Nirmal again stepped. Nirmal: Guru-ji is calling if you are over with your lunch. Me: Yes… He did not allow me to complete. Nirmal: Oh! You are already! Madam, Sanjeev asked if there is anything to give for washing. Me: Yes, but… I checked myself, as I knew I had my yesterday’s dress to be given for a wash, but honestly I did not want to hand it over to this dwarf because not only my yesterday’s sari would go for a wash, but also my blouse, bra, and panty. Nirmal: But what Madam? He inquired innocently. The nitwit. I quickly thought of telling him a lie to avoid handing him over my dress. Me: Oho! Actually in the morning I handed them already to Sanjeev. Nirmal: But Madam, I checked the boiling herbal water and there was only Meenakshi’s few clothes, no other

Shilpa: Aunty! Aunty! Me: Ya… err… Yes, what is it? As if I woke up from a slumber and tried to look composed. Shilpa: Guru-ji is calling us. Me: Okay, okay. Lets go. I kept the open magazine from my lap to the table and adjusted my sari and followed Shilpa. As she walked in front of me, I did note the alluring way she was swaying her kundi. I was as if envying Shilpa for her tight figure though I knew I should not, as she was at least 10-12 years younger than me. Her proportionate ass was dancing within her dress as she walked briskly. I hurried along to keep pace with her. As we entered the puja ghar, I found there everyone of the family - Mr. Yadav, Mrs. Yadav and their daughter who came along with me. Of course, Sanjeev and Guru-ji were also there. Guru-ji: Now we have arrived at the pinnacle of this yagya and Shilpa Beti has to now carry forward its epitome further. Shilpa: Ji Guru-ji. Guru-ji: Sanjeev, distribute the bhog to Nandini and Kumar.

With an enigmatic mind, I slowly approached the guest room of the ashram. Rajkamal went off from my room minutes ago arranging his oils, etc. in his bag. I was trying to speculate who could have come here to meet me, but tried in vain, as I could not figure out anyone living near this place. I entered the room and was very surprised to see ‘mama-ji’! Me: Mama-ji! You! Here? Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani. Mama-ji was my mother-in-law’s brother. He was 50+ in age and remained unmarried throughout his life. Though he came in our marriage and participated actively, I have not seen him in recent times coming to our place. How could he know that I am here! Mama-ji: Actually this place is not far away from my residence. It’s an hour’s drive from there and when your mother-in-law called me up, I assured her that I would certainly pay a visit to you. Now I understood the whole story. I went forward to him and bent forward to touch his feet as a gesture of ‘pranam’. He

Flashback: I was in class X then and I still remember that day quite vividly. It was a Saturday. It was an unusual Saturday. I will tell why I am saying that. We were a joint family; my father and his brother lived together. My grandmother was also alive. Thus at any point of time someone or the other was always available in the house. But that day the situation was very unusual as a close relative from my mother’s side died and my parents went there along with my aunt and elder sister. Even my grandmother went with them as she was close to her. I was alone in the house and since my uncle had night duty, all were away by the time he came back. Hence I was in the house with my uncle only. My uncle used to come back from his night duty at around 08:00 am and taking breakfast he used to go to sleep till noon. The only servant we had in the house was a maidservant who came regularly at 06:30 in the morning and prepared food, washed clothes and went away by noon. Since I did