10-11-2022, 09:39 AM
Recovery plan against the slum women in action
As she continued to cry continuously for getting into this whole thing, after what seemed like 15-20 minutes Mushtaq finally woke up from his sleep. He saw his dear wife sitting on the floor beside the bed near the door itself, crying like a baby. “Arre randi, kya hua? ro kyu rhi hai?“, he said getting onto the floor with her. Purva felt like she finally found some real comfort and cried loudly resting her head on her husband’s shoulders. Mushtaq seemed quite shocked as he saw her wife’s nude body completely red and wet with hand marks all over. “Arre randi, bata toh sahi kya hua?”, he said consoling her, gently brushing his wife’s hair. Purva seemed at loss for words as she continued crying on Mushtaq’s shoulder. Mushtaq by now got an idea as to what happened to Purva at the milk booth. He got up and brought some water for his wife, who was still on the floor. “Yeh le, pehle thoda paani pi, aur mujhe bata kya hua…”, he said earnestly.
Purva took the glass of water and dunked it in one go. Her uncontrollable tears had now started to subside slowly and she regained her composure, though she still preferred to say nothing. Mushtaq made his nude wife sit in his lap but did not say anything. He did not want to push her too hard for information and waited for her wife to feel better. He softly massaged her tits with both his hands lovingly. It was clear that she was subjected to some very humiliating experience as her breasts were red and swollen and so was her face. The couple spent a few silent minutes still on the floor, as Purva started to feel normal again. Her tears had stopped, and now that she was in the hands of her husband locked inside their house, she finally felt better. Still, Mushtaq continued to softly rub on her swollen breasts trying to cover all of the flesh uniformly. Finally, after some more time, still on the floor with Purva in his lap, Mushtaq said, “Meri randi, ab bata mujhe kya hua…”. Purva finally started to speak and told her the whole story. How she was abused and insulted by the slum women and slapped and spit on like a cheap low-life. She told him all the names they called her repeatedly, “loudi”, “randi”, “besharmi”, “kutti” etc. She then told him how dadi maa came to her rescue and how she was poured water for her to get clean. She then told her how dadi maa warned her that if ever she appeared naked again near the milk booth, she and other slum women would not just slap her but beat her with slippers.
Mushtaq didn’t know what to say. It was after all his idea that Purva go out naked to the milk booth and deal with the slum women. Now, they had completely humiliated her to the core in front of all and sundry. “Sorry meri raand, meine hi tujhe yeh karne ko kaha”, he said and kissed her softly on the lips. Mushtaq really felt sorry for her that she had to face such humiliation from the slum women for all to see.
Purva finally said, “Ab rehne do Mushtaq ji, woh aurat bohot khatarnaak hai…“.
Mushtaq was clueless as to what was to be done. He at least wanted to avenge Purva’s humiliation in some way, but was scared that it might again end up in Purva’s humiliation. He was aware that the bunch of lady folks at the slums were difficult to deal with, but he did not guess such a thing would happen. He immediately called his best buddy Sajid for help on the matter.
“Sajid bhai, free hai abhi?“
“Haan Mushtaq bhayya, bolo kya hua?”
“Arre ek baar tu akela mere ghar aana, kuch jaroori kaam hai“
“Thik h, dus minute me aaya.”
He then turned to Purva and said, “Sajid ko bulaya, hum sochenge ab kya karna hai…”
As she continued to cry continuously for getting into this whole thing, after what seemed like 15-20 minutes Mushtaq finally woke up from his sleep. He saw his dear wife sitting on the floor beside the bed near the door itself, crying like a baby. “Arre randi, kya hua? ro kyu rhi hai?“, he said getting onto the floor with her. Purva felt like she finally found some real comfort and cried loudly resting her head on her husband’s shoulders. Mushtaq seemed quite shocked as he saw her wife’s nude body completely red and wet with hand marks all over. “Arre randi, bata toh sahi kya hua?”, he said consoling her, gently brushing his wife’s hair. Purva seemed at loss for words as she continued crying on Mushtaq’s shoulder. Mushtaq by now got an idea as to what happened to Purva at the milk booth. He got up and brought some water for his wife, who was still on the floor. “Yeh le, pehle thoda paani pi, aur mujhe bata kya hua…”, he said earnestly.
Purva took the glass of water and dunked it in one go. Her uncontrollable tears had now started to subside slowly and she regained her composure, though she still preferred to say nothing. Mushtaq made his nude wife sit in his lap but did not say anything. He did not want to push her too hard for information and waited for her wife to feel better. He softly massaged her tits with both his hands lovingly. It was clear that she was subjected to some very humiliating experience as her breasts were red and swollen and so was her face. The couple spent a few silent minutes still on the floor, as Purva started to feel normal again. Her tears had stopped, and now that she was in the hands of her husband locked inside their house, she finally felt better. Still, Mushtaq continued to softly rub on her swollen breasts trying to cover all of the flesh uniformly. Finally, after some more time, still on the floor with Purva in his lap, Mushtaq said, “Meri randi, ab bata mujhe kya hua…”. Purva finally started to speak and told her the whole story. How she was abused and insulted by the slum women and slapped and spit on like a cheap low-life. She told him all the names they called her repeatedly, “loudi”, “randi”, “besharmi”, “kutti” etc. She then told him how dadi maa came to her rescue and how she was poured water for her to get clean. She then told her how dadi maa warned her that if ever she appeared naked again near the milk booth, she and other slum women would not just slap her but beat her with slippers.
Mushtaq didn’t know what to say. It was after all his idea that Purva go out naked to the milk booth and deal with the slum women. Now, they had completely humiliated her to the core in front of all and sundry. “Sorry meri raand, meine hi tujhe yeh karne ko kaha”, he said and kissed her softly on the lips. Mushtaq really felt sorry for her that she had to face such humiliation from the slum women for all to see.
Purva finally said, “Ab rehne do Mushtaq ji, woh aurat bohot khatarnaak hai…“.
Mushtaq was clueless as to what was to be done. He at least wanted to avenge Purva’s humiliation in some way, but was scared that it might again end up in Purva’s humiliation. He was aware that the bunch of lady folks at the slums were difficult to deal with, but he did not guess such a thing would happen. He immediately called his best buddy Sajid for help on the matter.
“Sajid bhai, free hai abhi?“
“Haan Mushtaq bhayya, bolo kya hua?”
“Arre ek baar tu akela mere ghar aana, kuch jaroori kaam hai“
“Thik h, dus minute me aaya.”
He then turned to Purva and said, “Sajid ko bulaya, hum sochenge ab kya karna hai…”
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