30-05-2019, 01:21 AM
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only been a week since we had been married. It took us the week to settle down in our new apartment that was gifted to us by Ramesh's father. Ramesh and I were to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. We had a little bit of shopping left to do before we left. Ramesh went and got the taxi and called me from downstairs. I rushed down as soon as the taxi arrived and we both got in. We told the taxi driver of our destination and we were off.
The taxi-driver was a big guy. He looked huge and took up most of the front seat. I could barely see anything in the front since his huge posture blocked the view. We had been on the road for about ten minutes now and already hit bad traffic. After a while, as me and my husband dear were engrossed in our coochie-coo, the driver turned around and told my husband, "Saahab, aap bahaut naseeb waale ho."
"Kya matlab?" asked my husband, puzzled at this sudden comment.
"Aapko itni sundar patni mili hai. Bahaut khush naseeb ho saahab." He replied, grinning.
I could see that my husband had been angered at this, but he didn?t have the guts to say anything, looking at the size of that man sitting in front of us. Finally, I decided to do something.
"Driver! Gaadi roko! Kaise badtameez aadmi ho tum! Sharam nahi aati tumhe?" I said in a voice filled with anger.
"Arre madam, aap toh aise hi naaraaz ho gayi. Maaf kar dijiye madam." He said, but his expression clearly indicated that he wasnt sorry at all.
"Kya maaf kar de! Passenger se is tarah bartaaw kiya jaata hai! Rok do gaadi issi waqt!" My voice quivered as I tried to sound assertive.
"Accha accha madam." He said. "Maine toh aise hi keh diya. Gareeb aadmi hoon. Teen saal pehle meri patni mujhe chodkar kisi aur ke saath bhaag gayi paise ke liye. Kya karu memsaab, tabh se bas..gaadi chalaata hoon aur apna pet bharta hoon. Aur koi iccha hi nahi bacchi." I could detect the truth in his sad voice.
"Oh.." is all I could say. I felt a little guilty now for being so harsh to the poor man.
"Hamme maaf kar dena bhai." My husband said, placing a hand on his shoulder from behind.
"Koi baat nahi saahab." He said. "Maafi mujhe maangni chaahiye. Pehli baar itni sundar jodi dekhi. Thoda mann machal gaya. Kya kare, akela aadmi hoon."
"Nahi nahi bhai, apne aap ko akela matt samjho." My husband said.
"Tumhaara naam kya hai?"
"Javed" He answered.
"Javed bhai, ek kaam karo, aap aaj hamaare ghar chaliye, Wahi khaana kha lijiyega." He said and then turned and looked at me. I just nodded in approval.
"Nahi nahi saahab, mein gareeb aadmi. Memsaab ko buraa lagega." He said
"Nahi Javed Bhai." I said "Mujhe buraa nahi lagega. aap gaadi ghumaa lijiye. Waapas wahi chaliye jahaan se hamme pickup kiya tha."
He smiled, turned the taxi around and we headed back to our place. Javed felt a little uncomfortable entering our house. I could make out that this man had entered in such a posh house for the first time in his life. I looked at him, admiring how big this man was. I don?t know why, but I have always been attracted to men who are rather large than usual. And this man was really big. He must have been 6 3", and really broad shouldered. Ramesh led him to the living room and asked him to make himself comfortable on the sofa. He sat down, smiling. I looked at him and smiled too. All this while I was contemplating whether I should change into something comfortable. Since our previous plans were to go out for shopping and then a little dinner in a good restaurant, I was wearing a nice lemon colored low neck salwar(bottom) kameez(top). It was skin fitting, with the kameez wrapped around my body tight enough to show how curvaceous my young newly-married body really is. I was wearing what every newly wed dulhan wears, a set of bangles that covered both my wrists. I decided not to change, feeling too lazy to do so. I just headed to the kitchen to get Javed bhai something to drink. I came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with two glasses of Pepsi and placed it on the center table. I took a glass and served it to Javed Bhai, who accepted it with a smile on his face. I could trace his eyes peeking into my low-neck as I leaned to serve him. I didn?t mind. Infact, I kinda found the appreciative looks to be a turn-on. I went and sat down on the couch next to my husband. Ramesh put an arm around me and we started chatting with Javed Bhai. All this
while, I could make out that Javed couldnt stop admiring my curves. His eyes traced every inch of my body all the time. I felt as I was being stripped naked by this mans eyes. But I didnt say much. I pitied the mans condition. Lonely for three years, wife deserted him, he could use a little eye-candy. I decided to take it a step forward to make him feel better.
"Arre javed bhai, itne durr kyu baithe hai aap." I said. "Aayiye na, hamaare paas hi baithiye."
Surprisingly, he didnt show any resistance. He came down and sat right besides me. I felt a little uneasy, sitting there on the couch in the middle of two men. "Madam, aap bahaut sundar hai." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "Saahab, aap bahaut khush naseeb hai. Itni chikni cheez aapki baahon mein kaskar baithi hai."
"Chikni cheez??" I thought to myself. I had never been addressed like that in my life. I could sense the discomfort that my husband must've felt at that moment.
"Madam, aapki mehak hi itni pyaari hoon. Kya bataoon, mann macchal gaya. Bahaut dino baad apni patni ki kammi mehsoos kar raha hoon." Saying this he made a bold move and put and arm over my shoulder where my husbands arm was. Now I was sitting between two men, with their arms around my thin shoulders. My husband all this while was quiet. He was too afraid of this man to say anything. In comparision to this man, my husband was not even half his size. He could lift my husband on one arm, and two of me on the other. I felt a cold shiver run through my body as he moved even closer to me, now placing his nose over the side of my neck, taking a whiff of my perfume. I looked at my husband and saw fear all over his face where I expected anger. His forehead was sweating while his body was shivering as his wife was getting nuzzled by this giant of a man.
"Sorry memsaab" He said, moving away suddenly. "Thoda control ke baahar ho gaya. Maaf karna."
"k-k-koi baat nahi javed bhai" said my husband. I looked at him and shocked. He shook his head, afraid that I might blast off any minute now. Javed laughed at my husbands response.
"Memsaab, aapke pati toh bahaut acche aadmi hai. Aur bahaut samajhdaar bhi. Haina Bhaisaab?" He said, looking at my husband. "Bhaisaab, aap hamaare liye chai kyu nahi banaa laate."
"Mein le aati hoon" I said, trying to seize this opportunity of getting out of this situation. I tried to get up but Javed's huge hand grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back on the couch. "Arre nahi nahi memsaab, aap takleef na kare. Hamme aapki company bahaut bhaa gayi hai. Ham yahaan aapse baatein karenge. Aur saahab hamaare liye chai banaakar laayenge. Kyu saahab?" He said, his hand holding my arm firmly. My husband was left with no choice now. I couldnt believe as I saw him getting up and walking away, towards the kitchen.
The taxi-driver was a big guy. He looked huge and took up most of the front seat. I could barely see anything in the front since his huge posture blocked the view. We had been on the road for about ten minutes now and already hit bad traffic. After a while, as me and my husband dear were engrossed in our coochie-coo, the driver turned around and told my husband, "Saahab, aap bahaut naseeb waale ho."
"Kya matlab?" asked my husband, puzzled at this sudden comment.
"Aapko itni sundar patni mili hai. Bahaut khush naseeb ho saahab." He replied, grinning.
I could see that my husband had been angered at this, but he didn?t have the guts to say anything, looking at the size of that man sitting in front of us. Finally, I decided to do something.
"Driver! Gaadi roko! Kaise badtameez aadmi ho tum! Sharam nahi aati tumhe?" I said in a voice filled with anger.
"Arre madam, aap toh aise hi naaraaz ho gayi. Maaf kar dijiye madam." He said, but his expression clearly indicated that he wasnt sorry at all.
"Kya maaf kar de! Passenger se is tarah bartaaw kiya jaata hai! Rok do gaadi issi waqt!" My voice quivered as I tried to sound assertive.
"Accha accha madam." He said. "Maine toh aise hi keh diya. Gareeb aadmi hoon. Teen saal pehle meri patni mujhe chodkar kisi aur ke saath bhaag gayi paise ke liye. Kya karu memsaab, tabh se bas..gaadi chalaata hoon aur apna pet bharta hoon. Aur koi iccha hi nahi bacchi." I could detect the truth in his sad voice.
"Oh.." is all I could say. I felt a little guilty now for being so harsh to the poor man.
"Hamme maaf kar dena bhai." My husband said, placing a hand on his shoulder from behind.
"Koi baat nahi saahab." He said. "Maafi mujhe maangni chaahiye. Pehli baar itni sundar jodi dekhi. Thoda mann machal gaya. Kya kare, akela aadmi hoon."
"Nahi nahi bhai, apne aap ko akela matt samjho." My husband said.
"Tumhaara naam kya hai?"
"Javed" He answered.
"Javed bhai, ek kaam karo, aap aaj hamaare ghar chaliye, Wahi khaana kha lijiyega." He said and then turned and looked at me. I just nodded in approval.
"Nahi nahi saahab, mein gareeb aadmi. Memsaab ko buraa lagega." He said
"Nahi Javed Bhai." I said "Mujhe buraa nahi lagega. aap gaadi ghumaa lijiye. Waapas wahi chaliye jahaan se hamme pickup kiya tha."
He smiled, turned the taxi around and we headed back to our place. Javed felt a little uncomfortable entering our house. I could make out that this man had entered in such a posh house for the first time in his life. I looked at him, admiring how big this man was. I don?t know why, but I have always been attracted to men who are rather large than usual. And this man was really big. He must have been 6 3", and really broad shouldered. Ramesh led him to the living room and asked him to make himself comfortable on the sofa. He sat down, smiling. I looked at him and smiled too. All this while I was contemplating whether I should change into something comfortable. Since our previous plans were to go out for shopping and then a little dinner in a good restaurant, I was wearing a nice lemon colored low neck salwar(bottom) kameez(top). It was skin fitting, with the kameez wrapped around my body tight enough to show how curvaceous my young newly-married body really is. I was wearing what every newly wed dulhan wears, a set of bangles that covered both my wrists. I decided not to change, feeling too lazy to do so. I just headed to the kitchen to get Javed bhai something to drink. I came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with two glasses of Pepsi and placed it on the center table. I took a glass and served it to Javed Bhai, who accepted it with a smile on his face. I could trace his eyes peeking into my low-neck as I leaned to serve him. I didn?t mind. Infact, I kinda found the appreciative looks to be a turn-on. I went and sat down on the couch next to my husband. Ramesh put an arm around me and we started chatting with Javed Bhai. All this
while, I could make out that Javed couldnt stop admiring my curves. His eyes traced every inch of my body all the time. I felt as I was being stripped naked by this mans eyes. But I didnt say much. I pitied the mans condition. Lonely for three years, wife deserted him, he could use a little eye-candy. I decided to take it a step forward to make him feel better.
"Arre javed bhai, itne durr kyu baithe hai aap." I said. "Aayiye na, hamaare paas hi baithiye."
Surprisingly, he didnt show any resistance. He came down and sat right besides me. I felt a little uneasy, sitting there on the couch in the middle of two men. "Madam, aap bahaut sundar hai." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "Saahab, aap bahaut khush naseeb hai. Itni chikni cheez aapki baahon mein kaskar baithi hai."
"Chikni cheez??" I thought to myself. I had never been addressed like that in my life. I could sense the discomfort that my husband must've felt at that moment.
"Madam, aapki mehak hi itni pyaari hoon. Kya bataoon, mann macchal gaya. Bahaut dino baad apni patni ki kammi mehsoos kar raha hoon." Saying this he made a bold move and put and arm over my shoulder where my husbands arm was. Now I was sitting between two men, with their arms around my thin shoulders. My husband all this while was quiet. He was too afraid of this man to say anything. In comparision to this man, my husband was not even half his size. He could lift my husband on one arm, and two of me on the other. I felt a cold shiver run through my body as he moved even closer to me, now placing his nose over the side of my neck, taking a whiff of my perfume. I looked at my husband and saw fear all over his face where I expected anger. His forehead was sweating while his body was shivering as his wife was getting nuzzled by this giant of a man.
"Sorry memsaab" He said, moving away suddenly. "Thoda control ke baahar ho gaya. Maaf karna."
"k-k-koi baat nahi javed bhai" said my husband. I looked at him and shocked. He shook his head, afraid that I might blast off any minute now. Javed laughed at my husbands response.
"Memsaab, aapke pati toh bahaut acche aadmi hai. Aur bahaut samajhdaar bhi. Haina Bhaisaab?" He said, looking at my husband. "Bhaisaab, aap hamaare liye chai kyu nahi banaa laate."
"Mein le aati hoon" I said, trying to seize this opportunity of getting out of this situation. I tried to get up but Javed's huge hand grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back on the couch. "Arre nahi nahi memsaab, aap takleef na kare. Hamme aapki company bahaut bhaa gayi hai. Ham yahaan aapse baatein karenge. Aur saahab hamaare liye chai banaakar laayenge. Kyu saahab?" He said, his hand holding my arm firmly. My husband was left with no choice now. I couldnt believe as I saw him getting up and walking away, towards the kitchen.
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