15-11-2022, 02:15 PM
Nasira knew what was going on, and said to Dimri, “Dimri, sab k liye thoda chai aur pakode bana ke le aana beta”. Once Dimri went back to carry out her task, Nasira turned to Purva and said, “usko chhod, woh Sultana ka dost hai toh woh bhi uske saath mil ke teri ghor maar-peeth kiya..”, she said to Purva, much to deepen Purva’s embarrassment.
Gradually, as the evening proceeded, Purva began to feel more and more comfortable. She was aware of the glances that Rashid was throwing at her hot outfit and how he was managing to lust at her huge boobs that were laced by her tiny little bra. Her nipples were mostly covered, but the fact that all of her remaining flesh was on an open show for everyone to see made it hotter. Beneath her waist, she was feeling as if she was not wearing anything, such was the design of the skirt. She still made it a point to cross her legs out of respect for Nasira bhabhi to avoid showing off her pussy. But the rest of the skin was open for lusting at for Rashid, and Purva knew Rashid made sure he noticed every inch of her bare skin, much to her delight.
Finally, the time had come to talk about the subject of the meeting. After having their chai and pakodas, Nasira brought the topic to the forefront.
“Mushtaq ji, aap ko aur neecha aaj issi liye bulaya humare yahan kyun ki aap se ek baat poochni thi”, said Nasira.
By now, Purva had moved back to Mushtaq, as she sat close to him.
“Bolo na Nasira bhabhi”, said Mushtaq with a polite smile.
“Mushtaq ji, baat yeh hai ki, yeh Dimri mere liye bohot saal se kaam kar rhi hai. Isko Rashid ji ne uske gaon se leke aaye the 2 saal pehle, aur woh bechari aaj tak ek baar bhi wapas nhi gayi. Mere ko bhi umar bohot ho gayi hai, aur mein akela kaam bilkul nhi kar paati aaj kal. Toh jab bhi Dimri poochti hai, mein usse apna gaon jaane k liye mana kar deti thi. Aur aap ko toh pata hi hoga, yahan k auraton ko bohot garv hota hai, aur ghar pe kaam karne k liye koi nhi milta…sab apne apne ghar pe aise ek kaamwali ko laga diya hai”, she said.
“Achha bhabhi, aage bolo na kya hua…”, said Mushtaq.
“Haan, toh jab meine suna ki yeh neecha, ab doodh bechne lagi hai auraton k ghar pe, toh mujhe laga ki hum aap se pooch sakte hai yeh cheez”, said Nasira, trying to get a hint from Mushtaq about his decision already.
“Arre bhabhi, aage bolo na”, he said trying to make her at ease.
“Toh mein chahti hu ki agar do hafte ke liye Dimri apni gaon chali gayi toh yeh neecha mere liye ghar pe kaamwali bann jaaye, paise ki chinta nhi hai…bass ghar ka pura kaam kar le neecha yeh chahiye bass.”, she said with a polite smile trying to sound as less demanding as possible.
Purva was astounded to this new revelation. She could not believe she was being asked to be a kaamwali for them. It was of course really demeaning to her, to be even considered to be a candidate for a cheap maid. Maybe they forgot who she really was, she thought to herself. She actually belonged to the urban households, and she certainly did not sign up for this. But again, she was just a whore, a neech as she was classified in the panchayat in front of one and all. She started to go through the familiar thought process when she was decided in front of all the people in the slums that she was going to be doodhwali, but this one, was somehow, more demeaning, more personal. Still, out of respect, when Nasira bhabhi looked at her with a gentle smile, she surpassed all the thoughts that messed with her head and returned the smile.
Mushtaq was of course in a situation. What could he say? He was, no doubt, indebted to both Rashid and Nasira for their help. Rashid in particular, was the sole reason behind his opportunity to fly to Dubai. Of course, it was his hard work that was the major contributor, but he was sure that it certainly would not have been possible without Rashid’s mentoring and his help. What would he do? He thought for a minute, and finally blurted out…
“Arre bhabhi, paise kiss baat ki…parr mein isko pura din chodd ke nhi reh sakta…“, he said.
“Arre Mushtaq ji, neecha ko pura din rehne ki jarurat nhi hai…isko bass subah 2 ghante aur shaam ko 1 ghanta lagana hoga. Itni samay me bohot kaam kar sakti hai neecha, mujhe pata hai“, she said, once again, with a pacifying smile towards Purva.
“Achha, fir thik hai bhabhi, koi baat nhi. Aa jayegi purva aap ke yahan kaam karne”, he said emphatically.
Mushtaq’s words hit Purva hard, without a doubt. She had considered that his husband, would at least consult her opinion before giving the word. After all, she was going to be made a servant, a maid and a low-life for an old couple she had just met and she felt it rather humiliating for not getting a chance to have her say in the matter. She was reduced to a low-life whore and a slum worker, just like that, and she could not believe it.
The decision was already taken for all practical purposes, and it all seemed like a twisted game to humiliate the whore. For Purva, she was still taken aback at the turn of events. It wasn’t something she had expected. Nasira bhabhi again clever enough to gauge the string of thoughts in Purva’s head, said “Neecha, agar tumhe koi dikkat hai toh tum mana kar sakti ho”, she said, fully aware that she could not deny something that was agreed by her husband. Of course, she had the hunch that Purva was a really submissive person, and the fact that her husband had already given away to the proposal, would hardly allow Purva to speak her mind.
Gradually, as the evening proceeded, Purva began to feel more and more comfortable. She was aware of the glances that Rashid was throwing at her hot outfit and how he was managing to lust at her huge boobs that were laced by her tiny little bra. Her nipples were mostly covered, but the fact that all of her remaining flesh was on an open show for everyone to see made it hotter. Beneath her waist, she was feeling as if she was not wearing anything, such was the design of the skirt. She still made it a point to cross her legs out of respect for Nasira bhabhi to avoid showing off her pussy. But the rest of the skin was open for lusting at for Rashid, and Purva knew Rashid made sure he noticed every inch of her bare skin, much to her delight.
Finally, the time had come to talk about the subject of the meeting. After having their chai and pakodas, Nasira brought the topic to the forefront.
“Mushtaq ji, aap ko aur neecha aaj issi liye bulaya humare yahan kyun ki aap se ek baat poochni thi”, said Nasira.
By now, Purva had moved back to Mushtaq, as she sat close to him.
“Bolo na Nasira bhabhi”, said Mushtaq with a polite smile.
“Mushtaq ji, baat yeh hai ki, yeh Dimri mere liye bohot saal se kaam kar rhi hai. Isko Rashid ji ne uske gaon se leke aaye the 2 saal pehle, aur woh bechari aaj tak ek baar bhi wapas nhi gayi. Mere ko bhi umar bohot ho gayi hai, aur mein akela kaam bilkul nhi kar paati aaj kal. Toh jab bhi Dimri poochti hai, mein usse apna gaon jaane k liye mana kar deti thi. Aur aap ko toh pata hi hoga, yahan k auraton ko bohot garv hota hai, aur ghar pe kaam karne k liye koi nhi milta…sab apne apne ghar pe aise ek kaamwali ko laga diya hai”, she said.
“Achha bhabhi, aage bolo na kya hua…”, said Mushtaq.
“Haan, toh jab meine suna ki yeh neecha, ab doodh bechne lagi hai auraton k ghar pe, toh mujhe laga ki hum aap se pooch sakte hai yeh cheez”, said Nasira, trying to get a hint from Mushtaq about his decision already.
“Arre bhabhi, aage bolo na”, he said trying to make her at ease.
“Toh mein chahti hu ki agar do hafte ke liye Dimri apni gaon chali gayi toh yeh neecha mere liye ghar pe kaamwali bann jaaye, paise ki chinta nhi hai…bass ghar ka pura kaam kar le neecha yeh chahiye bass.”, she said with a polite smile trying to sound as less demanding as possible.
Purva was astounded to this new revelation. She could not believe she was being asked to be a kaamwali for them. It was of course really demeaning to her, to be even considered to be a candidate for a cheap maid. Maybe they forgot who she really was, she thought to herself. She actually belonged to the urban households, and she certainly did not sign up for this. But again, she was just a whore, a neech as she was classified in the panchayat in front of one and all. She started to go through the familiar thought process when she was decided in front of all the people in the slums that she was going to be doodhwali, but this one, was somehow, more demeaning, more personal. Still, out of respect, when Nasira bhabhi looked at her with a gentle smile, she surpassed all the thoughts that messed with her head and returned the smile.
Mushtaq was of course in a situation. What could he say? He was, no doubt, indebted to both Rashid and Nasira for their help. Rashid in particular, was the sole reason behind his opportunity to fly to Dubai. Of course, it was his hard work that was the major contributor, but he was sure that it certainly would not have been possible without Rashid’s mentoring and his help. What would he do? He thought for a minute, and finally blurted out…
“Arre bhabhi, paise kiss baat ki…parr mein isko pura din chodd ke nhi reh sakta…“, he said.
“Arre Mushtaq ji, neecha ko pura din rehne ki jarurat nhi hai…isko bass subah 2 ghante aur shaam ko 1 ghanta lagana hoga. Itni samay me bohot kaam kar sakti hai neecha, mujhe pata hai“, she said, once again, with a pacifying smile towards Purva.
“Achha, fir thik hai bhabhi, koi baat nhi. Aa jayegi purva aap ke yahan kaam karne”, he said emphatically.
Mushtaq’s words hit Purva hard, without a doubt. She had considered that his husband, would at least consult her opinion before giving the word. After all, she was going to be made a servant, a maid and a low-life for an old couple she had just met and she felt it rather humiliating for not getting a chance to have her say in the matter. She was reduced to a low-life whore and a slum worker, just like that, and she could not believe it.
The decision was already taken for all practical purposes, and it all seemed like a twisted game to humiliate the whore. For Purva, she was still taken aback at the turn of events. It wasn’t something she had expected. Nasira bhabhi again clever enough to gauge the string of thoughts in Purva’s head, said “Neecha, agar tumhe koi dikkat hai toh tum mana kar sakti ho”, she said, fully aware that she could not deny something that was agreed by her husband. Of course, she had the hunch that Purva was a really submissive person, and the fact that her husband had already given away to the proposal, would hardly allow Purva to speak her mind.
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