A Banana Muffin Saga

[playboy131]

Just the push tanvi needed no wonder it comes from her grandmother... great update.

[listener098]

The Ball is on the roll now... waiting for spectaculous update soon

[Tonya12345]

Great again expecting another night encounter

[themaskeditor]

Hii,

Once again - thank you so much for taking your valuable time to read this.

I am so aware of the time it takes to read such long blogs - have been referenced by so many readers about this and mostly being the main reason for me to consider shortening the length of the chapters. To make it worse, the spelling errors and grammatical fooleries in this story is really too much for an avid reader to handle...kindly excuse for the mistakes.

We are reaching a sort of a turning point...hope it would be of mark...

Thanks for the updates. As long as the story is good do not worry for the spelling and grammar mistakes.

Appreciate your efforts.

[YLTS]

Thanks for the updates. As long as the story is good do not worry for the spelling and grammar mistakes.

Appreciate your efforts.

Comments are noted with heartfelt thank you note!

[YLTS]

Great again expecting another night encounter

Yes, of course...there will be...but, would it become a reality? We are yet to see...

The previous night sequence, especially the part night, took multiple chapters to get past. In fact, there were that many events happened during the course. Plus, a main point to note - Tanvi was alone all during those event filled nights...as of now, her husband is present!

[YLTS]

The Ball is on the roll now... waiting for spectaculous update soon

Of course, we all want to see how Tanvi deals with her incredulous life-challenges!

[YLTS]

Just the push tanvi needed no wonder it comes from her grandmother... great update.

Thank you...so much!

We do need to see how Tanvi handles her newfound directions...and how she tackles the challenges!

[YLTS]

This saga was never intended to be aided with visual effects. 

Quoting a famous explanation on this context that "Novels are mostly about emotions rather than situations, which makes it difficult to depict all of it with illustrations!".

To update you; I have always kept the opinion that readers should have the right and they should not be tied by the writer who picturizes his/her characters with prejudice and weightage of his/her choices. To make the matter worse, I am well aware of how much visual aid helps a reader to relate with the specific storyline, which becomes a pleasing experience and of course this is a pretty good logical statement too!

Alas, with such contradicting yet reasonable statements looming over, it is extremely gritty to make up this cynic's mind...my sincere apologies to all readers for not being able to support the chapters with photogravures. 

However, before proceeding to the next chapter, I thought it would be better to give an idea of the premise where this saga was ligated.

Here goes...

[YLTS]

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[Rajeshcfnm]

Wow! Ylts!! Ur the best!!!! Everyday I scold myself y I didn't get to know xossip sonner before it gets banned!! Where can I read ur story called cladestine principle!! Else tell me some good exhibitionism stories to read!!!! Ur favourite !!!!!!

[soorajnair.2011]

Thats a great post TLTS. kudos bro.

[YLTS]

Wow! Ylts!! Ur the best!!!! Everyday I scold myself y I didn't get to know xossip sonner before it gets banned!! Where can I read ur story called cladestine principle!! Else tell me some good exhibitionism stories to read!!!! Ur favourite !!!!!!

Hmmm...Thank you...(embarrassed)...I am nowhere among the top-class writers here.
Note on Clandestine Prosecution: shall post it here in coming weeks.

[YLTS]

Thats a great post TLTS. kudos bro.

Thank you so much...hope you can visualize a bit...

[YLTS]

Chapter-50



Tanvi felt calm for the first time since all the madness started. And, she thanked her grandmother a million times for her support. The heat inside her house reached an intolerable level as the gap left by her grandmother was too large for anything to cover. She grunted as her kids also not reached home. Then she realized it was hardly noon that she had few more hours to get ready for the little devils to reach home.

Despite her calmness, couple of things that her grandmother revealed went straight inside her brain and had started some sort of turmoil that she was unable to interpret. 

"If we are from a family of geisha's, then would I also have some of those traits in me as well?", her thoughts started to wander.

"Doesn't geisha means something too sleazy? or were they just like how Jijii'saan told me? Do I really have all those strengths as she said? Can I really be an independent woman?", there was no ending to her musings over the newfound information about her lineage.

Tanvi tried to shrug off her wild thoughts and walked to the kitchen to prepare something till Sharda arrived. Once she drank a bit of cold water, and while it ran through her throat, generating goosebumps over her body, she felt better. She knew there were some decisions that she needed to take.

Her lips curled as her brain registered her first decision!!

She decided to bake the infamous Banana Muffins!!

“Yes, that would be a start!!!”, her eyes sparkled.

“Of course, I am so dumb!” Tanvi whispered herself as her overworked brain found a feasible situation to deal with her husband.
 
“If I bake some of those Banana Muffins, it would actually prove two points...first, to me that I can make it without anyone’s help...and second, I could make Sanjoth to sit quietly for some time and confront him about all these nonsense he has been doing!”, Tanvi smiled as she thought more of her superb idea and walked towards the kitchen.
 
“Yes...and that should be how an independent woman should take care of one’s issues!!”, she felt proud of herself for figuring out the answer to all her problems within such short span of time. Her mind was fully made up to have a thorough confrontation with her husband. 

To that effect, Tanvi’s brain neglected the prompt that her brain pinged about her gym appointment later that day.
 
Tanvi moved rapidly all across the kitchen. Arranging ingredients, preparing the utensils, tasting a coffee for her own amusement and felt good while doing all the chores – as all what she was doing was for a good cause.
 
She cross checked the ingredients that were spread across the kitchen table and smiled with contentment. Flour was ready, butter was perfectly melted, bananas were peeled, chopped into perfect dices, eggs were on table, milk was fresh and the rest of the special spices gave the aroma she desired.
 
Tanvi was wearing a black kurta and pink patiala salwar with her dupatta tied horizontally at her hips. As that being one of her usual housewear, she was not much bothered about how it looked on her. Though she failed to notice, she looked radiant with her extra-fair skin rebounding from the black top and the contrast given to her legs by the pink colored salwar.

Her coquettish effect was mainly due to the scoop-neckline of her black kurta. Its neckline drop was lower than normal, allowing a large expanse of her chest to be exposed, one could easily notice the beginning of her cleavage, giving her a semi-slutty look. 
 
Adding to that effect, her black top stopped just below her hips, its hemline cutting mid-way at her shapely buttocks. Biding to her ignorance, her salwar’s pink material was light enough to display the color of her laced white panty through the lower part of her ass cheeks. 

She was not bothered about all of it because it was something she had always worn at home and the dupatta that was tied at her hips gave the tautness to her stomach and provided an additional assurance for the heavy toil she was doing with the muffin batter.
 
“Oh-shit...I forgot...Safiyaji always did this with bare hands!”, with that thought, Tanvi started to whisk the flour with her bare hands, mixing baking powder, adding cinnamon and nutmeg powder to the batter. Even though she preferred to use the mixer, her mind was made up to make the muffins to taste better and authentic than how Safiya made them. Passively she was trying to find leverage in the sweet revenge towards the older woman. Her hands became tiresome and started to hurt a little with all of mixing and kneading of the flour with the ingredients. As fifteen minutes passed by, Tanvi stood back and took a heavy breath and looked at her hands that were fatigued and covered with thick layer of the batter. She cursed herself for not using the wooden spoon which she considered before she stared to whisk. 
 
Leaving a deep sigh, she added a bit more butter to loosen the mixture while continuing to whip it again. 
 
After spending another ten more minutes, she stood apart and leaned against the kitchen wall with an air of defeat. Despite her hands consumed with killing pain, her desperation was due to another fact – she still had to smash the banana cubes with her fingers after finishing the whipping of the batter.
 
“Shiiitt! If I go with this pace, it would take two days to finish the mixture itself!”, Tanvi stated to panic and thought of her maid.

“Where the heck is Sharda when I need her?”, though she wanted to call and check on her maid, by looking at her own hands, Tanvi decided against it.
 
Tanvi knew what she had to do next, but was too timid to admit it herself.
 
Which, was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew she was left with no other option.
 
But it was the only option she had, if she had to connect with her husband and sort his desolation, as she resolved.
 
“Hell...Should I...?”, she tried to avoid the one possible solution.
 
“THESE-WRTECHED-BANANA-MUFFINSS!!”, Tanvi cursed her decision to go with this idea.
 
Despite all her rational thoughts to avoid what she was about to do, Tanvi wiped her hands into the mixture to clear away some of the dough from her hands before walking out of the kitchen. She did not wash her hands because she intended to return quickly and could not afford the batter to become hard. She remembered the point that the batter awas not supposed to be loosened which, could happen if she washed her hands and water got added into the mixture. 
 
Tanvi’s face still had a tint of doubtfulness written all over – about her current decision!
 
“OOH-GAAAWD!”, a squeal got silenced inside her lungs as she walked out of her home...
 
Her movements were deliberate and measured....
 
She started climbing up the stairs!
 
Her decision was to lose her pride and ask the older woman for help!
 
As she took the first few steps, her heart sank when she thought how to face the old man!
 
Her feet froze before she climbed the last step on the stairway before Safiya’s apartment to decide if she should proceed or not!
 
She moved ahead and pressed the calling bell pensively.
 
“Yes...Coming”, Khurram bawled as he stood up from the bed leaving his leaking and engorged shaft free in mid-air. The giant-vein on his shaft pulsed as it missed his teasing fingers. Khurram felt the agonizing pain consuming his scrotum because it was trying desperately to contain the sperm from ejaculating...which was a superhuman task!
 
“Coming coming Begum!”, he wondered why he had to open the door for his wife, who had the key. Yet again he wondered why she would be back so soon. 
 
Safiya was sent to their bank and then to Upendra’s shop to buy some special stuff to cater Khurram’s plans for Sanjoth. As he pulled his boxer urgently through his legs, his brain quizzed about his wife returning so early, within ten minutes after she left. 
 
“Maybe she forgot something” as he thought, Khurram yelled back at the door “Just a second!”, and he walked briskly through the living room. Khurram’s smiled wickedly at his dangling cock...and wondered if he should catch his wife right away for a quick fuck or let her go to bank. His right hand was sticky from the precum that he created within last ten minutes where he spent on their bed squeezing and jacking it while playing and replaying every image of Tanvi since the first day he saw her removing her tee-shirt for her husband! 
 
He pacified the hanging ramrod by patting it few times to be patient...till he could give world’s best present for his organ to enjoy...the one and only lecherous pit where it could experience the supreme venereal cravings that it detained...for a very long time!
 
 
“OUH...TANVI...!!!”, Khurram lost words inside his throat as he found the prized female standing in front of him, instead of his wife. 
 
A second passed...another one....Khurram's cock started to regain its lost potential...blood rushed through his scrotum!
 
His eyes strained to recollect itself...On-The-Very-Spot...When he least expected...She stood...!!

Facing him...his ultimate dream...looking up at him with her angelic green eyes!!!



(Chapter-50........to be continued......)

[pcirma]

Congratulations on reaching Chapter 50.
Repped you.
Eagerly waiting to see what will happen next.

[YLTS]

Congratulations on reaching Chapter 50.
Repped you.
Eagerly waiting to see what will happen next.

Thank you so much!!
Appreciate you following this avidly...shall post the continuation shortly!

[YLTS]

Apologies...We shall have Chapter-50 continuation by tomorrow!

Dua hein hamare aap keliye, Eid ke din!
Aapke aangan mein basren har din, har pal, khushiyon bhari chaand!!

Seasons greetings to everyone...

[soorajnair.2011]

Nice Proceeding..waiting for next.

[YLTS]

Nice Proceeding..waiting for next.

Thank you...continuing the post...