Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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I was blushing on the fact that a guy is taking me to our bedroom while his dick is being pushed into my pussy and I was hanging over the guy !! This made me horny enough to ask Saurabh “tum kuch bolte kyun nai.. tumahri biwi k andar lund dalke tumahre bedroom me dusra banda leke jaa rha h”
Saurabh smiled wide and said “ kya karu.. biwi sham takk thi and phir kal subhe se hogi.. abhi toh woh ek nangi slut hay…”
Just to hear that stuffs from my loving hubby , I could not believe that I was into my 4th or 5th orgasm of the night while hanging onto another man’s dick.
As soon as we entered the bedroom , Saurabh went into washroom and Asish put me into bed and started fucking me as if I was his own wife or gf .. He didn’t even wait for Saurabh to join in & kept on ramming me..
I was moaning to the top of my voice saying “ahhh ufff ohhh… thoda dhire karo..bhaagi nai jaa rhi mai kahi”.
Ashish didn’t bother at all & kept on thrashing his massive lund into me .. By the time , Saurabh came out of washroom and said “moan slowly , bathroom se bhi itna jorse sunai de rha tha. Bahar awaz jaa rhi hogi..”
Maine bhi usko kaha “ahhh.. fuckkk… ohhh… tum isko bol nai sakte ..thoda dhire se thoke..”
Ashish quickly interrupted by saying “Saurabh, put your dick into her mouth.. it will decrease the noise”
Saurabh: “But she doesn’t take my dick in her mouth after I come from washroom”
Ashish : “ aaj se sab legi yeh”.. saying that he pinched my nipples and pressed my boobs so hard.. he said again “Saali yeh tera pati hay.. you should always keep your mouth open to respect his dick..does not matter if he is coming from washroom , office or gym..You should always welcome it by giving a blowjob..”

 
Saurabh came forward and put his dick in my mouth .. I started sucking his limp dick . Within few minutes , I felt the 7 inches meat is going bigger in my mouth and all the while Ashish was fucking me with his full pace. He has got some real horsepower!!
I pulled out Saurabh’s dick for a moment from my mouth & exclaimed “Ashish , condom toh pehen loh..” as he was thrusting so fast I had a feel that he may cum anytime. He answered that he does not need it as he is going to cum in my mouth .. Saying that he left my pussy and they swapped their places..
In a flash , Saurabh’s dick was inside my pussy and fucking deep inside it . Ashish came to mouth and pushed his dick and started to fuck my mouth in same pace in which he was fucking my pussy. My hubby and ashish kept on ramming me for few more mins and their expressions were changing. That somehow turned me even more to see 2 guys going crazy for me.
In a moment, Ashish cummed in my mouth.. Both the guys didn’t cum for long time so he came a lot. I could not take the whole load down my throat so some got spilled over my cheeks also. While I was concentrating on making Ashish cum, Saurabh went bizarre in my pussy and fucking as if I am some real life slut he got in some brothels. Ashish took off his dick and scoop the cum with it from my cheeks to my mouth again and I swallowed it all..
I must say , he maintains his physique and diet .. His cum was just yummy ! Saurabh was fucking the hell out of me and I sensed that he was in his climax. He got a more slippery way through my pussy as I had my orgasm in between the actions. I gave Ashish a quick suck and moved my attention towards Saurabh ...

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I was now lying in my bed , crossing my legs across Saurabh’s hips , With his dick inside me , with a cum filled mouth and cheeks , I encouraged him “fuck me baby .. fuck your little Slut hard”
Saurabh grunted “leh saali , leh .. take it bitch .. I am going to cum.. Do you like your pussy being fucked?”
Me: “yeah baby, its your pussy .. you own it.. pound it the way you want”
Saurabh : “Tell me how much you like my cum”
Me : “Oh… ahh fuck… please flood my pussy with your cum hubby. See , I am lying under you with your dick inside me and Ashish’s cum on my face..”
Saurabh moaned and flooded my pussy as if he was cumming for the first time in his life. Some cum oozed out of my pussy and Saurabh again followed Ashish’s footsteps, scooped all the cum with his dick that was coming out and came to my mouth .. I sucked him clean and dry .
Now both of my hunk’s dick was loosen after their first cum in last 5 hours. So Ashish decided to have another round of whisky in balcony . They got up and wore their underwear’s and I was about to do the same when Saurabh stopped me saying “you don’t need to wear anything” . We live in a duplex house inside a society and it has a balcony on first floor with 3.5 feets closed railing. Means no one can directly see you if you are sitting on the floor.
I told both of them “being a man you guys are wearing your under wears but you are not allowing me to wear anything. What if someone comes out in opposite balcony”.
Ashish laughed and said “because you are freshly fucked slut who is going to give up her ass too in sometime” These words sent a shock to my entire body. Though I was experienced in anal sex , still Ashish’s manhood is too much wide in girth . I dint say anything and this time Saurabh made all the pegs and we went to balcony .. I was stark naked and they were in their briefs .
We turned off all the lights and now the only lights that coming to balcony are the mild street-lights of the society. The ambience was such enticing that if someone saw us , they could only figure out 3 bodies in balcony , but couldn’t figure out if we were naked or what we were wearing in such mild lights. After having some chit-chats, they decided to have a smoke and stood up for that .. Its always exciting to be naked outside where cool breeze is touching your body and making your nipples hard.
I was about to finish my drink , when Ashish noticed that and commented “is raandi k nipples toh firse hard ho gaye saurabh bhai”
Saurabh smiled and asked me to get down on my knees beside the railings. I finished my drink went between both of them and was on my knees . Saurabh took his undy off to his knee and pushed the dick into my face. This time Ashish followed the same and took off his undy completely. I was back in action again sucking them hard simultaneously. Both of them enjoying it while smoking and pressing my hard nipples in between.
After 10 mins of good blowjob , we went inside and while they were keeping the glasses inside kitchen , I got on the bed took position in doggy style and wait for them to come out. Once they comes into the bedroom , I just smiled and said “the bitch is ready .. come guys . ride her.”
Both of the just jumped over the bed and in a fraction of second , Ashish was inside my mouth and Saurabh started fucking my juicy wet pussy. I was feeling proud of my slutty act , where 2 men just trying to find a hole in my body. Saurabh left me after couple of minutes and Ashish was fucking my mouth holding my hair. I was not able to see what Saurabh was doing behind.. suddenly I felt him applying lube in my ass.. that moment I knew I was going to be fucked in my ass.
He put some lube and straightway put his dick into my asshole. I screamed “ahhhhhhhhhh….. baby dhire daalo… this is asshole.. not pussy”
He dint care and just submitted whole of his dick inside my asshole and I just kept on screaming with Ashish’s dick in my mouth. I was in heaven or somewhere I don’t know , but it was extreme pleasure with some pain for me. Though I was well fucked in ass, still it was very tight and Saurabh could not take me more and was about to cum when Ashish said “Saurabh , cum in her mouth .. it’s been long that she is thirsty .. give it to her.. let me fuck her asshole”
I screamed back “ Noooooooooooooo….. Ashish , not in asshole.. its too tight for your dick and I cant take it.. if you want,, fuck my pussy couple of times more..but gaand me nai”

 
They quickly changed place and Ashish put his dick into my pussy and started fucking and Saurabh came into my mouth .. The entire time I was in doggy position getting fucked like a bitch by 2 mad dogs !! Ashish dint put his dick inside ass, instead of that he put his thumb into it.. His thumb was so big that I felt like being double penetrated. I was moaning on top of my voice, when suddenly I looked into the corner of the bed .. There was a mirror and I saw a married wife getting fucked in doggy position with her wedding chuda on her hand and a guy fucking from behind and her husband using his mouth to dump some cum into it.. the boobs were bouncing .. the whole scenario made me to have another orgasm!!
That night , They fucked me couple of times more and always put all their load in my mouth .. I had drunk a lot of cum by that time and I was really full. My whole body was in pain and my mood was ecstatic.. it was about 5am in the morning when Saurabh asked Ashish to leave before morning & traffic starts in the society .. Ashish hugged me and said “Time to give you the surprises that I promised before”
They both smiled smirkily and Saurabh went on to get a bag from the cupboard.. I didn’t know what was happening around.. To break my surprise ,Ashish said “jab maine enter kiya tha maine yeh bag Saurabh ko diya tha and it has something for you for your upcoming days and Saurabh also took some photos when you were sucking my dick on the doorstep”

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Saurabh passed on the bag to me and I opened. To my surprise , it had a butt plug around 4 inches long and wide , a vibrator and some nice and expensive bra and panties. I had no clue what and why this was for. Hence I asked Ashish about the purpose of it and what he said was just blown my mind away.
Ashish “ Listen, these are for you.. I know you can’t take my dick in your ass because of my girth.. So this butt plug will help your asshole to get loosen. From tomorrow onward you are going to do this for entire day in office or at home –
1. If you are at home, your dress should always be till mid thighs or you need to be naked and this butt plug will be inserted in your asshole.
2. When you are in office, you can wear anything as per your office rules , but you have to wear these lingerie I got for you. Specialty about these are , this are 34B only.. means its smaller than your size and will be really tight onto your boobs so that cleavage or the shape is clearly visible. And this are low cut bras, that means most of your boobs will be coming out of it and you may need to adjust your bra frequently ..
3. The butt plug will be inserted by your dear hubby everyday before going to office and you have stay like that until unless you are going for toilet. Anytime we can ask you to prove it by sending a photo of it from the washroom . So that we know this bitch is ours and having the butt plugged into her asshole.
4. Whenever Saurabh comes to home from a busy day , you need to be on your knees as soon as he enters and to give him a blowjob to relief from the stress..
5. The dildo is for Saurabh , he can use it on you as he like.. ohh by the way , it vibrates inside pussy till 30 mins.
6. All this equipment are just to make you the slutty wife you are & to spread your holes.

My jaws were hanged opened listening to these and said “ are you mad… you are going to make me a slut bitch”.. Ashish put some lubes on the butt plug and asked me to be in doggy pose again & he slid that into my freshly fucked asshole. He dressed up and about to leave when I hugged him and kissed him so hard.. All the time , I was being stark naked only.. its been almost 12 hours that I was naked ..
Ashish “So you are not coming down to see me off”
Me: “why not. But where is my dress?”
Ashish “ why you need a dress , just wrap some towel or something..if someone sees you just let him fuck your pussy in the garden beside main gate” & he laughed..
I looked towards Saurabh and he gave a bed sheet lying beside and I wrapped myself into it.. we went down and we bid him good bye with a kiss ..
I couldn’t believe that I was doing this , being known to everyone in the society , I was there in the parking zone outside the main gate , wrapped into a bed sheet and stark naked inside … There was a butt plug stuffed into my asshole and I was bidding another guy a good bye kiss while he pressed my ass in the open..
Uff too much of slutty act for me.. I ran inside the house as soon as he left and hugged Saurabh.
He fucked me another time in the bed and we slept off .. It was a hell of horny night for me to handle …

To be continued and next part will describe the next 7 days and what all things happened to me in office or outside…

Here is Manisha signing off for the 3rd part . I would expect the reader to like the second part of my story and anticipate the next. If you like our real life adventure , please like the story & comment . Email us your feedback or ideas if you have any on . Single guys /Couples can also contact us if you have some good ideas to execute and join us for our next adventure.

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Next day morning , as I woke up I found me naked and Saurabh was asleep with his morning boner. It is very common for guys to get a morning boner and I just laughed at the way he was sleeping. After coming back from the washroom , I took a look around the room which was completely messy . My bra and panties were here and there , cushions were on the ground and all. I re-arranged everything and went to wake up Saurabh. We made a rule for the weekends – whoever wake up first , will wake up the other by a blowjob or suck.
So I came to bed and started licking his dick. I was licking his entire dick by tip of my tongue and Saurabh was waking up slowly and moaning. Then I started to lick his balls in same way when he woke up completely , looked at me with a big broad smile and said “ so my sexy naughty wife is all charged up again”.
I just smiled and started giving him full blown head. He was moaning saying “choos saali.. suck this fucking dick”. He wanted to fuck me again but I denied saying I am still sore with all the fuck I got yesterday & he being a nice comforting husband agreed to just suck me off. I laid on my back and Saurabh started working with his magical tongue to make me cry in pleasure. He was sucking my clit , pussy lips with occasional pinch on my nipples.
“suck meeeee….. ahhhhhh baby ….. suck your wife’s whore pussy that got fucked by some other guy yesterday”
My words made him go crazy with his tongue on me & his tongue fucking brought my first orgasm of the day . I woke up and sucked his dick and he flashed all his cum on my happy face. I moved ahead to get fresh once again .
When I came back from the washroom , I found him sitting on the sofa , still naked and reading the newspaper. I was about to get my dress from the cupboard when he said “Let’s spend the day naked”
I smiled and replied “You are such a crazy husband.. Okay , I don’t mind as long as I am getting the attention from you” . The whole day we spent cuddling each other , making some love in every corner. Every now & then , he was coming to hug me or grab my boobs , kissing on my necks, couple of spanks on my butt.

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In evening we decided to go for some shopping and I dressed up in red top and denim hot pants. Saurabh already told me earlier to wear the bra and panties that Ashish brought last night. I look into the mirror and I was feeling sexy about myself. With my slim figure and 36 size of boobs , wearing a 34B bra was real difficult. My boobs were looking so tight and full with my petite waist .
“Don’t you think it’s looking so bigggg?” I asked Saurabh pointing at my boobs.
“Bigger the better” he replied with a laugh.
“Oh .. so my crazy husband wants other guys to dry their eyes and wet their pants on his nasty wife”
I picked up my new earrings and bangles that I bought last week , got ready and asked Saurabh “Let’s go I am ready”.. He replied “Your accessories are missing” it took me by surprise and I checked myself in mirror again and asked him what he meant. He had a grin smile on his face and took the butt plug out of his pocket. It was made of stainless steel and by default it looks so shiny. The base has flat knob that you can rotate and it get aligned to the ass creek.
“Get on the sofa and be in doggy pose baby” he commanded..
I abided by as an obedient wife and took my hot pants and panty till my knees on got on the sofa swinging my ass upwards. He put some lubes inside my ass and some on the plug. Saurabh pushed is finger deeper in my ass to spread the lube and then pushed the butt plug inside ass.
I took couple of mins to be stable and adjusted with it.. he pushed my panty and shorts upward.
“now I understand why you told me to wear that panty” I said him with a fake smile. The reason being was the shorter panty was holding the butt plug in its place and I was feeling so full. Had to take few deep breathes to cop-up with it. Girls who used butt plug can understand the feeling better.. it makes us feel so full inside our body.
Saurabh bought me some nice lingerie , but all shorter in size. One was 32D only !!!Even he bought a nice sheer black frolic skirt for me with lots of frills. I could not understand his choice and asked the reason but he just smiled and ignored saying “you will understand in your next slutty act”
All the guys drooling on my boobs that was already looking so fucking bigger and tight. I was blushing on all this and holding Saurabhs hand so tight.
“You made me look like a fucking material” I pinched and said to him. He just winked and said enjoy the attention.. you are safe baby. We entered into a restaurant and a waiter showed us our table. As soon as I sit , I jumped up like a spring .. I completely forgot that there is a butt plug inserted in my asshole and as soon as I sat down , it pushed deeper and leaving a shocking sensation in my body. The waiter had no clue and gave me a weird look.
We settled down and suddenly my phone buzzed. It was Ashish who reminded me that the next day was Monday and I was supposed to go to office as per the rules he made last night.
“I am already wearing your gift baby.. I am out to the mall nearby with Saurabh and the butt plug is inside my shithole” I texted him with a wink smiley.
Ashish “ Such a nasty whore you are”
Manisha : “You are the new owner of my pussy and I know you will use my ass sooner too.. I am just keeping it ready to take the entire pound from your lund ”
Ashish : “ Why should I believe you are wearing my gift? Prove it.”

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I showed the text to Saurabh and he told me to go to washroom and click couple of pics to send him. He also told me to hide my face in the photo.. I was so surprised by this statement and told him directly
“wow , such a kinky and protective husband you are.. you want your wife to send a pic with her asshole stuffed by a anal toy to some other guy and being protective you are asking her to hide her face”
I went ahead into the washroom and clicked some photos by pulling my shorts and panty down and sent first to my dear hubby asking “ is it okay baby?? Which one should I sent ”
He just replied “Such a teasing bitch you are.. before sending the pics of your naked ass and stuffed asshole you are asking me..send him all.. let him shag”
I just sent him the pics and adjusted my dress and came back.. In sometime Ashish replied back with his big hard dick photos saying “ that’s like a dirty lil good slut girl , you are rewarded with this hard lollipop.. you can suck it .. You are allowed. !”
All these owned feeling was making me even more slutty and wet . I just whispered to Saurabh “ can we finish quickly and go back home .. so that you can take my gaped asshole.. I really want to replace this plug with your plug”
“Wait baby .. you will get a dick in sometime..” he replied with calmness though all the time he was running his fingers on my thighs. We finished our dinner got back and from the main gate itself he was grabbing and slapping my ass .
“Ghar ke andar toh chalo .. or yehi garden me hi chod doge mujhe..” I said him touching his manhood over the jeans. I was trying to open the keys and Saurabh was behind me grabbing and holding my boobs and pressing my ass with other hand.. it’s always a proud moment for a girl that her guy can’t wait to fuck her and being desperate.
As soon as we entered , he kissed me passionately , took me in his arms and kept on smooching me and pressing all parts of my body. He put off the light and turned on couple of dim light that we had in our drawing room and snatched my shorts and panties till my knees and turned me into doggy position. Keeping me in that position , he just went ahead and parted the window curtains. Being in that position I was straightway able to see the road outside main gate and it was so thrilling to get fucked in a position where someone could have a glimpse from the roadside.
He removed his jeans and underwear in a flash came behind me and slowly took the butt plug off my asshole and exclaimed in excitement “whoa.. Manisha.. my slutty wife.. your asshole is looking so wide”
Me: “What you are waiting for .. just fuck it baby”
Though he was not looking for any permission , he just came behind and put his one leg on the sofa and put his dick inside my already lubricated asshole since last 4 hours. He just started ramming my ass from behind where I was only moaning to the top of my voice and was also looking at outside , if anyone by chance is looking us from outside. Believe me guys , The fear of being seen or getting caught can make u real hot !!
Within couple of mins , he was fucking so hard that I was almost feeling like fainted. Many a times before he fucked my ass , but that night had something extra.. as if he was trying to show me , who is the boss in the house! After few mins I had to say him to go slow .
“ahhhh ohhhh ahhh … baby thoda dheere pelo.. hamesha full pace me chalu ho jate ho.. bhagi nai jaa rhi hun kahi.. tumahri biwi hun and tumhe shaant karke hi jayungi…ahhh ohhh.. Saurabhhhhh… go slow.. chut nai, gand hay yeh.. please thoda dheere marlo meri..”
Saurabh was in no mood to listen , he just hold my hairs and kept on ramming my asshole and pinching my boobs. My handbag was lying beside in the sofa. After fucking for like 5-10 mins ,Saurabh reached out for that and was trying to find something.. I was not sure what he was doing behind my back but the whole time his dick was inside my anal hole fucking me slowly. He passed on the phone to me and I was shell shocked to see he dialed Ashish’s number and it was ringing!
“Really?? You want me to talk to him with your dick in my anus? :O”
He just smiled and I got his intentions that indicated to play slutty
Ashish picked up “Hey Manisha , whats up? Missing me?
“ahh ohhh… Just save me from this monster hubby , he is fucking my asshole..ufff.. in full pace” I somehow said with some gasp to breathe.
Saurabh shouted “yes , I am fucking this slut’s asshole . just took off your gift from the hole and put my tool in”
Ashish exclaimed “ Oh fuck.. I can’t believe it you nasty people. I am nearby.. just 15 mins away from your place for a birthday party. If you want I can rush in there for 30-45 mins”
Saurabh: “Come fast , I need something in her mouth to stop the shouting”
I was getting another orgasm hearing all this nasty stuff and could not resist myself saying him “haan .. sahi husband ho tum.. khud meri gand mar rahe ho.. dusre bando ko bhi invite kar rahe ho adhiraat me”
Saurabh withdrew his dick from my asshole.. I stood up and relieved myself from the shorts and panties that was till hanging on my knees and sat down into the sofa.. Saurabh cleaned his dick with fragrance tissues and asked me to suck it. This was the first time he asked like that and I never did anal to mouth before. Though it was weird but I was not in any mood to turn him off. So I started sucking his dick . The taste and feel was not that different as I used to take enema in some interval to keep it healthy and hygiene.

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After I gave him some good blowjob , he wrapped up a towel and went outside with the keys. I sat down exhausted there anticipating his next move. He came back , locked the door from inside and said that he opened the main door and kept the keys under the doormat and texted Ashish to come straightway inside .
I had to suck him again to get him straight and hard and he put me in same position again .. and put some lube and pushed his dick inside my asshole.. Here I was again getting ass fucked like a bitch on the sofa in drawing room. My hubby was really making good use of my holes.
In less than 5 mins , I heard someone opening the door. It sent a shiver down my spine because some other person simply walking into our house while my ass was being fucked by hubby. Ashish came in with a glass of beer he was having probably in the party and put it on centre table and straightway came beside the sofa and put his dick out through his jean’s zip and pushed that into my mouth..
My pussy was dripping wet and I started to leak more of all those slutty act . He simply dint bother to say hi and just pushed his dick in my mouth. I was again getting double teamed by my husband and Ashish . Saurabh was fucking my ass and Ashish was using my mouth. In few mins, Saurabh left me and Ashish came to my back and Saurabh pushed his dick in my mouth. Ashish was surprised to see that. I think he didn’t expected Saurabh to pull off his dick from my asshole and put into my mouth and I would start sucking it happily .
He just lowered his jeans and put his dick into my asshole..I was feeling like a real life slut , these guys got somewhere and just simply didn’t want to waste any time removing clothes or doing some foreplay..!! I was screaming like hell. But saurabh was using my mouth with his dick .. the room was filled with ohhhhhhhh ahhhhh fucckkkkkk slowwww ..uffff.. and all those moaning sounds. Ashish was roughly fucking my asshole.
“iss saali ko double penetrate karte hay” ashish said spanking my ass. He made my ass checks red!
Saurabh sat on the couch and I rode him.. he pushed his dick nice and slow in my pussy and Ashish came from behind and plucked his dick into my asshole. Fuck !!!! What a moment .. I never thought of getting DPed in my own house but there I was , jumping own my hubbys dick while an other guy was searching his way through into my asshole.
I shouted “marrlo meri saalo.. age se piche se lelo meri..fuck me… make me the slut I am”
I was shouting so loud, that Saurabh took the panties lying on the sofa and stuffed me into my mouth to lower the voice down. They fucked me for good 30 mins simultaneously in both holes and was reaching their climax.
I just whispered to hubby “don’t release inside .. we don’t have pills.”
Saurabh smiled and said he has some idea.. they both got up and I sat on my knees.. They started masturbating aiming at my face. Saurabh suddenly took the beer glass that ashish left on the table and started cumming into it and passed to Ashish with a wink  he understood and came into the beer only and gave the glass to me to have their cocktail beer !
I started drinking the beer mixed with their cum while they started to get dressed. We all have a kinky smile on our faces when Ashish reminded “Saurabh , you remember the rules we made for her for tomorrow and the weekdays? You have to make sure she is loyal to rules. Stuff the butt plug in her whore asshole and she needs to be like that in office”
Ashish had to hurry for his party and was about to leave . I smooched him hard and passionately and told
“ Don’t worry Ashish , your whore will be Completing the tasks on the weekdays you have given her ”
Let me know, if you want to know what happened on the weekdays  Would love to hear feedbacks from my dear and horny readers. !!

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INDIAN WIFE IN THE PRISON OF SPRING
 
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INDIAN WIFE IN THE PRISON OF SPRING


Preface - This story is adapted from a movie I recently re-watched after many years. I don't want to say which movie, so as to avoid "spoilers". But if you have seen that superb movie, you will recognize it and know the general direction in which this story will unfold. However, I have tried to really "adapt" it with my own touches. So while the basic plot is similar, there will be significant divergences from the movie. I am also trying something different here. Usually my stories are told from the perspective of the husband. This is different, with a traditional neutral narrative style. This story will have a slow build-up and will be a long one. I have written the initial parts, but the subsequent ones, I will post as I write. So please be patient if there are breaks due to real-life demands.

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"Mamma ice cream!!" seven year old Pinky yelled as she saw the gelato store in the mall and tried to run towards it. But Mansi held her hand firmly.

"Not now, Pinky." she said, dragging her inside the shoe store. "First we have to get your college shoes."
"But I want it now!!" she started jumping up and down. The kid had been a handful from the day she was born.
"Pinky, please don't make a scene!" Mansi said as the dozen or so customers in the store started looking at them.
"Yes ma'am, how can I help you?" a salesman walked up.
"We are here for these shoes for the Vidya Niketan uniform." she handed him the note from Pinky's college.
"Ice cream!" the brat pouted, but at least stopped jumping up and down.
"Yes ma'am, this way." he said.
Mansi took her sulking daughter towards the girl's section. The salesman measured Pinky's feet and then went to the store room in the back.
"Mamma, look at that!!"
Pinky had strolled over to the wall which displayed a lot of pretty designer shoes for little girls. Her mother walked behind her and admired the selection. They were all really pretty. The European sounding brand names suggested they were pricey.
"I want that one!" she reached over and picked up a purple sandal from eye level. Purple had always been her favorite.
"Pinky! Don't go around snatching shoes off the wall."
"But mamma..." she started whining again.
"Really pretty aren't they?" from nowhere, a sales girl materialized and started talking to Pinky. "Would you like to try them on?"
"YES!!" she shouted.
"We really don't need to..." Mansi started protesting, while looking at the wall to see if there was a price display. But the salesgirl was already walking towards the bench with Pinky in tow.
Mansi followed them, annoyed, as the salesgirl sat her daughter down and slipped her tiny feet into the shoes. Pinky stood up and ran to the mirror.
"We are here only for her college shoes." Mansi said to the salesgirl.
"Here you go." the salesman returned with that very box.
"Pinky, come here and try on your college shoes."
But the little one was standing in front of a full length mirror, admiring the designer shoes.
"PINKY!!" her mother raised her voice.
Pinky reluctantly sulked back. The salesman sat her down, took the purple shoes off and slid on her college shoes. Pinky, enamored with the designer shoes, held them in her hands.
"I want these!" she defiantly said.
"We'll see." Mansi didn't have a problem buying her the shoes if they were in her budget range.
Meanwhile the salesgirl had wandered a few meters away, and was talking on the cellphone. While the salesman helped Pinky tie the laces of her college shoes, Mansi walked towards her.
"How much..." she started asking but the salesgirl gestured her to wait.
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir. No problem, sir. The pumps and heels are still..."
She kept talking on the phone for a while. Mansi mimed the sign of money, pointed to the purple shoes and signaled, how much? She nodded and held up five fingers. Okay, five hundred. Not too bad.
Pinky was walking around in her college shoes while still holding on to the purple pair.
"Are they the right fit?"
Pinky nodded, and raising her beloved pair, said,
"I want these too."
"Yes, fine."
Mansi told the salesman to pack both pairs and walked to the counter with Pinky to pay. As they reached there, someone suddenly called out from behind,
"Mansi? Is that you?"
She turned around to see a vaguely familiar face that she couldn't quite place. It belonged to a woman in her 50s, with big designer sunglasses, and dressed in a stylish pantsuit.
"It is you, isn't it?" she came closer and smiled.
"Yes, but..."
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked with mock disappointment.
"I am sorry. You look familiar but..."
"It's Reena Bajaj! From Happy Colony in Meerut!"
"Oh, right! How are you, aunty?" Mansi finally remembered. Reena was an army wife who had lived in her neighborhood for a couple of years. Their houses weren't very close, nor were their families. But she now remembered,
"I am great. Fancy running into you in here of all places. How long has it been? Almost 12 years."
"I think so." Mansi said, grabbing Pinky's hand as she was trying to reach for the box of shoes.
"I remember you were a pretty 16 year old then. And now look at you, a fully grown woman. And a mom no less!"
She then bent down to look at Pinky.
"And what's your name?"
"Pinky." the little girl distractedly answered.
"Ma'am. Your shoes." the lady behind the counter said, pushing a big bag with the two boxes.
"Thanks. How much is it?"
"It is five thousand six hundred and thirty rupees, including VAT."
"WHAT??" Mansi almost shouted and looked at the receipt. "I thought the purple shoes are five hundred."
"No ma'am, they are five thousand rupees. Esther Michaela." the lady said, flashing a condescending smile.
"I don't have that much cash on me." Mansi truthfully said.
"We accept cards."
"I...left my card at home." she said, not wanting to lose face by admitting that she didn't have a credit card at all. "I'll just take the college shoes for now. And come back for the other ones later."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!! I WANT MY SHOES!!" Pinky, who had been listening to the exchange intently, started throwing a tantrum.
"Pinky, please behave yourself." Mansi grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" she flopped down on the floor and started bawling. "I WANT MY SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES!! I HATE YOUUUUUUUUU!!"
Now everyone in the store was staring.
"It's okay. I'll pay for them." Reena aunty said, handing her card to the clerk.
"What? No way, aunty. I can't let you do that!" Mansi protested. Yes, they had been neighbors just for a little while over a decade ago. But even back then, they weren't friends or anything. Barely acquaintances.
"Nonsense, what are old friends for?" she put her hand on the young mother's shoulder and pressed it.

The clerk, not wanting to let go of the commission, quickly swiped the card. Pinky, who realized that her tantrum had worked, quietly got up from the floor and hugged Reena aunty's leg.

"What do you say?" Mansi asked.

"Thank you." the little brat said.
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Ten minutes later, the three of them were sitting in the mall food court. Pinky had not forgotten about her ice cream. And Mansi felt obligated to buy Reena aunty coffee after the nice gesture she had made.

"Mamma, can I play in there?" the brat finished her ice cream and asked, pointing towards a ball pit nearby.
"Okay, but stay in my sight. You have been a very bad girl today." Mansi scolded her, but it was like water off a duck's back.
As soon as Pinky was out of an earshot, she turned to Reena aunty.
"Aunty, that was a really nice gesture, but you didn't need to do that."
"Nonsense." she waved away the protests, taking a sip from her cup.
"Pinky is a little brat who thinks tantrums can get her anything she fancies. On Monday when she's at college, I'll return the shoes and give you the money back."
"Mansi, you really don't need to do that. Consider them a gift. The little girl really has her heart set on them."
"She has the memory of a goldfish. In a week, she'll forget about the shoes and start demanding something else." Mansi sighed. "I hate taking her to malls. She just wants me to buy her everything she sees. And really, we can't afford it."
"Hmmm." she said. "What do you do, Mansi?"
"I'm a housewife."
"And your husband?"
"Amar is a history professor."
"Not too much money in teaching, huh?" she sympathetically said.
"It's okay. Not too bad. But we certainly can't afford to buy our little girl five thousand rupee shoes that she'll outgrow in six months."
"I see."
"But seriously aunty, give me your phone number and your address and I will come return the money on Monday."
"Out of the question." she smiled and shook her head. "About returning the money I mean. Trust me, I can afford such indulgences. But we should exchange numbers and meet though. I'd love to catch up in more detail."
She picked up her phone and asked me for her number. She then gave a missed call and Mansi saved her number.
"How is Bajaj uncle?"
"He passed away five years ago. Lung cancer."
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!"
"It's alright. I've gotten used to it by now."
"And how is..." Mansi tried to remember her son's name. He was a couple of years older than her and in college when they lived in Meerut.
"Nilesh? He's doing okay." she said.
"Is he in Mumbai too?"
"No." she said in a tone that suggested she did not want to discuss him.
"Do you live nearby?"
"Yes, Malad West. You?"
"Borivali east. Close to the station."
That's when her phone rang. She looked at the display, frowned a little, and said,
"Excuse me a moment." and walked away.
Mansi sat there looking at her daughter roll around in the ballpit with a few other kids. She was a handful but she was the center of her existence. She wished she could buy her everything she wanted. But money really was tight.
"Mansi, I am so sorry, but I have to get going. A bit of an emergency at work." Reena aunty returned and picked up her purse and her shopping bags.
"Oh, no problem. Where do you work?"
"I am the assistant manager at a hotel nearby. A couple of the staff members didn't show up, so now I have to go fill in for them." she said. "But we should meet Monday for sure."
"Absolutely."
"But don't you dare return that little girl's shoes. If you give me as much as a single paisa, I will never talk to you again."
"Come on, aunty, that's not fair!" Mansi tried to protest, but Reena was already on her way out.
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Mansi finally managed to drag Pinky out of the ball pit and take her home. She agreed to leave on the condition that she could wear her new purple shoes. Mansi reasoned with her that they would get dirty in the local train on the way back, but she wouldn't budge.

When they walked up the three flights of stairs to their one bedroom apartment, the door was open, and the familiar cacophony of male voices could be heard.
"But Amar, even if Hitler had not been distracted by Yugoslavia, it was a matter of time before the Soviets would have prevailed. Maybe an extra year."
"You don't know what you are talking about." Amar shook his fist in the air. "If the bitz krieg had...oh there you are Mansi."
"Papa, papa, look, new shoes!!" Pinky jumped in his lap.
"Very pretty, my little princess!" he said.
"Namaste, bhabhiji." Amar's friends said.
"Namaste." Mansi said and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she got out, Amar was standing there.
"How about some chai?" he said.
"Okay."
"And some of your famous onion pakoras."
"Amar, onions are..."
"Yes, I know, they are very expensive. But you can't put a price on the pleasure of friends." he said and went back to his intellectual conference.
For the next couple of hours, Mansi slaved in the hot kitchen, frying pakoras for her husband and his friends. She hoped against hope that the session would end soon. But they kept rehashing world war 2 history all evening, and she eventually had to make dinner for everyone. Which used up all the vegetables in the house that she had hoped to make last til next week.
By the time everyone dispersed, it was midnight. Pinky was asleep on the bed next to Mansi. Amar came in, and laid down in bed, sighing heavily.
"Dinner was spectacular as always." he said.
Mansi didn't say anything.
"I know you are upset about the onions." Amar finally said.
"Shouldn't I be?" Mansi turned around. "It's not easy for me to budget our needs when you keep bringing friends home without notice."
"You should consider it a compliment, Mansi. They love your cooking so much that they always insist on coming here."
"I don't mind the cooking, Amar. You know that. But I don't have Draupadi's magic plate here. I was hoping to make those onions last at least a couple of weeks for us. And now..."
"I'll get onions tomorrow." Amar flatly said.
"Yes, and that'll be another couple of hundred rupees we didn't budget for."
"Then don't use onions for the next couple of weeks." he said, annoyed.
"Why are you getting annoyed at me?" Mansi flared up.
"Mmmmmm..." Pinky stirred on her bed.
Husband and wife stayed absolutely quiet until she went back to sleep.
"I need to withdraw two thousand rupees tomorrow for Pinky's textbooks and stationery."
"Textbooks...stationery...uniforms...picnics...it's like they are running a for profit business." Amar grumbled.
"You're the one who wanted to put her in that fancy college."
"Education is something I will not compromise on." he said. "Designer shoes on the other hand..."
"She threw an almighty tantrum right in the middle of the store!"
"How much did they cost?"
"Not too much."
"How much?"
"Five hundred." Mansi lied, not wanting to tell him about Reena aunty. She knew her husband was really big on self-respect, self-reliance, and pride.
"You could have just refused to buy them."
Mansi felt really annoyed at this comment. Amar knew how much effort it took to manage Pinky's demands. And handle her tantrums. He himself never really scolded her or said no to anything. He played the good cop. Mansi was supposed to be the bad cop.
She felt like throwing a tantrum of my own. But she just seethed silently in anger, half-expecting Amar to apologize. But soon, his patent snores filled the room.
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"It's not even like I am asking for anything extravagant for myself. It's not like I expect him to buy me diamond necklaces or take me on a European vacation. But is it too much to expect him to show some recognition of our situation?"

"Not at all." Reena aunty sympathetically nodded.
"I know he himself is a very simple man. And he is a very nice person. Nice to a fault. Part of the reason our financial situation is tight is that he keeps donating a chunk of his salary to this charity that helps slum children go to college. I appreciate his generosity. But isn't it prudent to take care of your own family before going to help others? Hasn't he heard that charity begins at home?"
"Some dessert ma'am?" a waiter appeared out of nowhere.
"No, thank you. I am already stuffed." Mansi said.
"The chocolate lava cake here is divine. Try some." Reena aunty said.
"Really, I couldn't."
"Get her one." she said to the waiter who smiled, nodded and walked away.
"Aunty, this is too much. I am really really full." Mansi protested. And she really was full. The rich food at the restaurant was not something she was used to.
"Just have a couple of bites. You won't regret it."
Mansi was overcome by a sense of gratitude for the nice lady. She had called up Monday morning asking if Mansi could meet her at her hotel. It was a very fancy four star hotel in Malad, the likes of which the young middle class housewife had never stepped into. She then took her to lunch at a posh restaurant next door, insisting that it would be her treat.
She was being so nice that Mansi couldn't help but unload all her troubles and complaints on her. Mansi didn't really have any close friends. She spent some time now and then with Amar's friends' wives and Pinky's friends' mothers, but there was no one she was close enough to for her to open up like this. Her last close friend had been in college in Meerut and she had lost touch with her after getting married and moving to Bombay.
So Reena aunty was like a throwback to her younger more carefree days. And she had been so nice and generous. Mansi felt an instant bond forming. Reena aunty had listened patiently throughout lunch to all the whines about her middle class life.
"Mansi, let me ask you something." she said, folding her palms under her chin. "Why don't you just get a job?"
"Hehe. Who'll give me a job?"
"Why not?"
"I have no skills, no real qualifications. Just a meaningless B.A. from a college no one has heard of even in Meerut. That too with mediocre grades."
"Don't be so hard on yourself."
"I am just being honest, aunty. I have seen how it works nowadays. Everyone has an MBA or an MS or some sort of an advanced degree. Even these career-oriented women. But my parents never really thought of me having a career." Mansi sounded a little resentful.
"Lots of people have jobs even without an MBA." Reena said.
"Besides, even if I did get a job, who will take care of the house and Pinky? We can just barely afford a maid for washing clothes. I have to wash the dishes, cook, clean the house, take care of Pinky's homework..."
"I could give you a job."
"That's very nice of you. But like I just said, with all my household duties..."
"It won't take up too much time." Reena aunty said.
"You mean in your hotel?"
"Sort of." she mysteriously answered.
That's when the waiter came with the delectable chocolate lava cake. Mansi stared at it wide-eyed, like Pinky would have. Dinners in posh restaurants like these were way beyond their means. They usually ate at mid-level udipi type restaurants, that too on special occasions. The most fancy dessert there was a scoop of chocolate ice cream with a cherry on top that Pinky always demanded.
"Dig in." Reena aunty said, handing her a gleaming spoon.
"Mmmmmmmm." Mansi moaned in delight as the rich gooey chocolate filling danced around in her mouth. Although she had really felt full, this heavenly dessert whetted her appetite again.

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Ten minutes later, Mansi had finished the whole thing. Reena aunty paid the bill and they started walking back to her hotel.

"Thank you so much for lunch, aunty." Mansi said, as Reena led her into her office.
"You're welcome, sweetie." she said. "No offense, but it looked like you really needed that."
"What do you mean?"
"Some indulgence...something nice...something out of the ordinary. Your life needs some more sunshine."
"What my life needs is some more money." Mansi bitterly said.
"So would you be interested in a job?" she asked.
"In the hotel? Like a receptionist?"
"Sure, you could be a receptionist if you want." Reena aunty said. "But those shifts are a minimum of 8 hours."
"Oh, that doesn't seem like something I could do."
"Hmmm." Reena said, playing with her phone. "I will think of something. Do you want some tea?"
"No thanks, aunty, I am so full with that dessert." Mansi said.
"It is amazing, right?" Reena smiled. "I have it at least once a week."
"I wish I could afford to. I saw the price on the menu. It was...let's say it cost a lot more than the ice cream we have at our usual restaurant." Mansi said. "Thank you again for the treat. And the shoes. You are being so kind. I wish I could repay you back in some way."
"Nonsense!" Reena shrugged. "You are an old friend. Friends shouldn't really bother about repaying stuff."
There was a lull in the conversation. Then Reena started talking again.
 
"Although we are old friends, I don't know much about what happened since we lost touch."
Mansi kept finding these "old friends" references odd. Yes, they lived in the same neighborhood over a decade ago. But they barely knew each other. Even so, the old lady was being so nice that it was hard not to think of her as a friend.
"Well, not much happened." she shrugged.
"Is yours an arranged marriage?"
"Yes, of course."
"Why of course? I knew many people having love marriages in Meerut."
"I know. So did I. But you didn't know my parents." Mansi said.
"Hmmmm...so did you get to spend any time with your husband before you married him?"
"Oh yes. We went for a movie once..." Mansi said.
"Okay..."
"But my mother was with me."
"Oh..."
"It was nice." Mansi smiled.
Reena realized that Mansi's upbringing had been even more sheltered and protected than she had imagined. She knew those type of families. Doing their best to stamp out a woman's individuality as soon as she is born. And then trade her away in a marriage like cattle.
"How many years have you been married?"
"Almost eight years."
"And how old is Pinky?"
"Seven."
"So Amar didn't waste much time, huh?" Reena winked.
"Aunty!" Mansi blushed.
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"Pinky seems like a very intelligent girl." Reena said.

"She is. We have put her in this really good international college. Amar wanted it. In fact...that is another reason our finances are tight. The college is quite pricey."
"I can imagine."
"Anyway, speaking of Pinky, I should get going." Mansi got up. "She will be home soon."
"Oh okay. It was really great spending time with you." Reena also got up. "You should drop by whenever you are free."
"I would love to."
"I can have one of our hotel cars drop you home if you like."
"No aunty, don't worry. I will take the local. The traffic will be too much anyway."
The two women walked out of the office and towards the hotel lobby. As Reena escorted her young acquaintance through a crowd of guests waiting to check in, she noticed something. A few of the men discreetly checked out Mansi. Nothing blatant or disrespectful, but something Reena caught. It didn't seem like innocent young Mansi had noticed though.
"Okay aunty, thank you so much again." Mansi held her hands in gratitude.
"Stop thanking me, Mansi. Oh and wait!" Reena took out her phone. "Sunil, come here."
She called out to a bellboy hanging around. She handed him the phone.
"Take a few pictures of me and my old friend here."
"Oh." Mansi smiled.
"Just to remember the occasion. Who knows when you will drop by again?"
"Oh come on, aunty. I will come again soon."
Mansi said and the two posed for a picture, smiling. Sunil snapped a good one and was about to hand the phone back.
"Take a few more. My phone's camera can be very unreliable." Reena said.
And Sunil took half a dozen more pictures. Reena took the phone back from him. Mansi said goodbye once again and walked out of the hotel.
Reena went back to her office and looked at the pictures. Mansi had a nice smile, she noted. And she was not bad looking at all. Not exactly a drop-dead gorgeous hottie that would set the ramp on fire. But pretty enough to turn a few heads as she had just done in the lobby without realizing. Even in a conservatively wrapped sari, it was clear that she had a nice slim body. And a pleasant symmetric face with big eyes and a sharp nose, with a light-wheatish complexion.
Reena looked at the pictures for a little while more as she thought about everything Mansi had said about her money problems. She then opened her contacts list, found the name she was looking for. She chose the 3 best pictures she thought Sunil had taken. And forwarded them to that contact with a message.
'What do you think?'
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Mansi walked to Malad station and took the local to Borivali. Throughout her journey, she kept thinking of the time she had spent with Reena aunty. It all had seemed so nice and posh and plush. From the fancy hotel lobby to aunty's tastefully furnished office to the restaurant they had eaten at. She was amazed at how crisp and clean the clothes of the waiters had been. And the waiters actually spoke English! The only waiters she was used to wore stained tattered clothes and looked like they hadn't taken a bath in weeks.

Even the food itself was so unbelievably delicious. She had seen that the menu had a lot of French, Italian, and Spanish dishes. But with no idea about what those things were, she had ordered from the Indian part of the menu. Her usual order, dal fry and jeera rice. Aunty then asked if she was vegetarian. Mansi said no, she wasn't. So aunty also ordered some fancy sounding chicken dish and a fish started. Everything, right down to the simple jeera rice, had tasted heavenly. Even the plain rice in that restaurant was so much tastier than what she was used to - super long grains like in Basmati advertisements, and lovely flavors. And then of course, there was the dessert, which Mansi decided was the best dessert she had ever had.
As she walked through the narrow lanes of Borivali East towards her building, Mansi started thinking less and less about that amazing time with Reena aunty, and more about the chores she had to do at home, and what she would cook for dinner. And then she remembered that she had to buy more onions. She walked towards her vegetable seller, mentally thinking about how to negotiate him down by 10-15 rupees.
That night, after dinner and cleaning the kitchen, she went to the bedroom. Pinky was asleep and Amar was reading a thick book about the Ottoman empire.
"Listen."
"Hmmm." he responded.
"I am thinking about getting a job."
Amar shut the book and looked at her.
"A job? You?" he said, surprised.
"Why not?" Mansi asked, a little hurt by his condescending tone.
"Why not indeed?" Amar shrugged and opened the book again. "What kind of a job?"
"I am not sure yet. But Pinky is now grown-up enough to not need my constant attention. She is at college most of the day. In the free time I have, I can earn something extra to support our finances."
"So it's about money?"
"What?"
"Is it all about they money? Isn't the world already materialistic and consumerist enough that I should hear this from my own wife?" Amar asked.
Mansi stared at him in shock. From the day she was matched with Amar for marriage, she knew that she was going to spend her time with an idealistic and academic man. And for eight years, she had heard his monologues and speeches and rants about society and materialism and everything. But to bring it into this?
"Come outside." she quietly said.
"What?"
"Come out to the living room and close the door behind you. I don't want to wake Pinky up."
Amar sighed and got up, following his wife as she angrily stormed out. As she had instructed, he closed the door.
"Yes, my dear wife." Amar said in his typical condescending professorial way.
"What do you want from me?" Mansi said, her nostrils flaring.
"What do you mean?"
"I understand your principles and ideals and all that. But you don't run the house. I do. You have no idea how difficult it is to stretch the budget, especially when I include all those parties you throw for your friends."
"Mansi, hospitality is our..."
"Yes, yes, I have heard that before." she said with a sneer. "All I said was, I would like to get a job. And yes, Mister Professor, it IS all about the money for me. If I can make a few thousand rupees more to buy my daughter whatever she wants, I don't care if it is about the money."
"Fine. Fine." is all Amar said. "Get a job. When have I ever stopped you from getting a job?"
"Then what was that materialistic and consumerist taunt about????"
"It wasn't a taunt. I was just expressing my opinion."
"So I can get a job?"
"Again, Mansi, when have I ever stopped you from doing anything?"

The young wife stared at her husband. He wasn't entirely wrong. He was a bit weird in his ways, and his habits and way of living did put a lot of stress on her. But he had never been a domineering demanding husband. Especially when it came to the question of getting a job, it was a brand new topic. She had never thought of it before. Her parents had raised and trained her to be a housewife, just like her mother and grandmother and aunts and all other women in her family had been. After marriage, she just assumed that position by default. It's not like she had some great qualifications anyway.

So Amar was right. He had never stopped her from doing anything. She just had never talked about getting a job before.

"You have not." she quietly said.

"If you want to get a job, get a job. If you want it to be for money, that's fine. My humble suggestion to you is...get a job that is satisfying for you. Aim for real satisfaction."

"Satisfaction." Mansi repeated.

"Yes. Aim for a job where the money is just a welcome bonus for doing something that truly satisfies you." Amar said, using a line he often used to lecture students about their career choices.

"Truly satisfies me." Mansi nodded and walked back to the bedroom. Amar smiled and followed her.
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The very next day, Mansi thought about calling Reena aunty about the job opportunity. But then she felt it might come across as opportunistic and desperate. The way she thought about it, that nice woman, who barely knew her in Meerut, had bought her daughter shoes worth almost six thousand rupees. Then she had taken out for a fancy lunch, that based on what she read on the menu, easily cos another two thousand rupees at least. Now if she called her right away about a job, it would seem like she was some opportunistic woman. So Mansi decided to wait until Reena aunty herself called her again.

Reena on her part was thinking in a similar way. But in an equal and opposite way like Newton's third law. She saw a lot of potential in Mansi. Potential for something that would be mutually profitable for them. It had been at the back of her mind when she paid for the shoes. And had solidified when she spoke to her during that lunch. But she did not want to come across as too pushy and eager. She knew that middle class women from small towns could be very touchy like that. So she too held off, waiting for Mansi to call her.
This continued for another two weeks. Both ladies thought that the appropriate thing to do would be to wait for the other to call. Finally, it was Mansi whose resolve broke. It was a combination of yet another impromptu dinner party thrown by Amar for his intellectual buddies and a tantrum thrown by Pinky demanding new clothes.
"Hello, aunty. It is me, Mansi." she finally made the call one Monday morning when she was home alone and had finished her chores.
"Oh hi, Mansi, how are you doing? How are Amar and Pinky?" Reena was delighted that the call she had been eagerly waiting for finally arrived.
"They are good. How are you doing?"
"I am great." Reena said and paused as she wondered about how to proceed.
Mansi was also thinking about what to say. She did not want to instantly talk about the job. That would seem impolite.
"So aunty, I am free today. If you are free too, we could meet too." Mansi said, and then not wanting to seem like she was trying to mooch off another meal, added, "You can come over to my place and I will cook for you."
"Oh, that sounds lovely, Mansi. But today, I am busy." Reena said. "Oh wait, someone has just come into my office for something. Can I call you back in a few minutes?"
"Oh sure."
There was no one in Reena's office. She reached for her phone and sent a text message.
'When can you be in Bombay asap? It's about that thing we discussed.'
She got a reply very soon.
'Wednesday. I will get in by 10.'
'Ok. Confirmed. Keep your afternoon open.'
Reena dialed Mansi's number.
"Hi Mansi, sorry about that."
"It's okay, aunty. I understand."
"Thanks. So what was I saying...oh yes, sorry, I am busy today. But are you free day after tomorrow, Wednesday, for lunch?"
"Wednesday, let me see." Mansi had no idea why she said let me see. She was free pretty much everyday. But she didn't want to sound too eager.
"Problem?" Reena asked.
"No no, no problem. Wednesday lunch sounds great. Let me tell you my address..." Mansi spoke up.
"Actually Mansi, if you don't mind, can you come here to the hotel again? I have a couple of hours free for lunch. But then I have some appointments right after. So traveling to and from Borivali will be..."
"I understand, aunty. I will come there." Mansi said eagerly.
"Great. Just go to the reception and tell them my name like last time."
"Thank you, aunty."
"Stop thanking me, Mansi. I will see you in two days."
Mansi hung up, feeling a little glad that their meeting would again be in that fancy hotel. Maybe she would take her to another nice restaurant again. Reena hung up, feeling glad that it had worked out so easily. And started making plans for Wednesday.
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On Wednesday, Mansi was standing in a small line in front of the reception. In front of her was a white couple, very stylishly dressed. Behind her were two young men dressed in suits. Mansi felt glad that she decided to dress nicely.

The last time she was here, Mansi had felt very out of place in her simple almost wrinkled sari that she wore at home. Everyone around her had been so fashionably dressed. And then the hotel itself was so posh with its big chandeliers, scent of perfume wafting through the air conditioning, expensive elegant sculptures everywhere, etc. So Wednesday late morning, as she started getting ready, she decided to dress well. She wore her most expensive green-gold sari that was normally reserved only for weddings and other such functions. She didn't really own much make-up but put on some lipstick. And instead of just tying her long hair into a bun, she combed it throughly and left it open. She also took with her the relatively fanciest purse she owned, and put on a couple of gold bangles.
This small makeover did make her look even more alluring than usual. Because this time, even she noticed the glances she was getting from men around her. Nothing blatant or impolite, but still, it was clear that she was making heads turn.
"I love your sari!" the white woman in front of her suddenly turned and said.
"Thank you." Mansi blushed.
"Where can I get something like that?"
"I..I don't know. I bought it...in my hometown. Meerut." Mansi was feeling uncomfortable talking to her in English. It's not like Mansi's English was bad. She just wasn't very used to speaking it beyond helping with Pinky's homework. Besides, the white woman's tall frame and foreign accent intimidated her a little.
"Well, it's beautiful. Excuse me." the lady said as it was their turn at reception and walked away.
Mansi stood at the front of the line, waiting to be called.
"You are from Meerut?" a voice behind her said in Hindi. She turned around.
It was one of the two suit-clad young men standing behind her. They seemed like hotshot executives or MBA types.
"Yes." she answered.
"I am also from Meerut! Well, Ghaziabad technically, but that makes us neighbors." he smiled.
Mansi just nodded and looked straight ahead. She wasn't used to strangers, especially men, just casually striking up a conversation with her,
"Are you also staying in this hotel?" he continued. His friend, to whom it was obvious he was trying to chat her up, suppressed a smile.
"No." Mansi simply said.
"We are. About to check in. We are both investment bankers. Visiting from London." he said, hoping, like many investment bankers do, that it would impress her.
"I see." she wasn't sure why this man was continuing to talk to her.
"We are here to close a multi-milion dollar deal. What brings you here?"
"Just visiting someone." she said curtly, wishing he would take a hint.
"Someone in this hotel?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Ohhhhh! I understand." he said and giggled a little, as did his friend.
Mansi was too sheltered and innocent to realize the conclusion they had drawn. A good looking young woman dressed so nicely, not very comfortable in English, without any luggage, visiting someone in the hotel. They drew the only conclusion they could.
"Do you have a card or something?" he giggled and asked.
"Card? What card?" Mansi was confused. The two men giggled some more.
"Yes, ma'am?" a clerk at the reception called out. And Mansi rushed towards the desk. She was getting a bad vibe from those guys.
"I am here to meet Reena Bajaj."
"Oh, Reena ma'am? Yes, you must be Mansi ma'am." he said.
"Yes."
"Just one second." he reached out under the desk. "Here's a key card."
"Key card? I am just visiting her."
"Yes, she is expecting you in her residence."
"She lives here?" Mansi's eyes went wide.
"Yes, she has a suite on the VIP floor. The 35th floor. And that floor is only accessible by card. So here it is. Suite 3502."
All this was very new and impressive to Mansi. She knew Reena aunty worked in the hotel at a senior post but she had no idea she even lived there. And that too an exclusive VIP floor? 35th floor? Mansi had never gone that high in any building. Very impressive. She stepped into a shiny lift and entered the card in a slot meant for the 35th floor.