Chapter 12
Promila blinked blankly and remained silent for a moment and then she pouted with despair....
"Bouma? Why I mean.....aa... aren't you happy with Debu?"
Pallavi sighed and wondered around the room. Her unbathed body not bothering Promila anymore, because the words uttered from her bahu's mouth still kept echoing into her mind.
Pallavi was then stopped by Subosree. Her eyes sad and upset, as she pouted....."Boudi why?? I mean...why all of a sudden!"
"Yes bouma, I mean...why did you take this dicision?" Promila cooed once more. Her heart full of sadness and dark clouds of sorrow surrounded her mind already. Pallavi wondered around and wondered about what she should say at this moment.
"It will be difficult for me to say this mamuni, but...." Pallavi hesitated to pout further.
"But what? Hold on...Subo! Leave the room now. I need to talk to bouma alone!"
Subosree nodded with a gloomy face and left the room. Promila sighed and held her bahu's hands on her own, rubbing them for sometime and then pouted again...
"Bouma, why do you say so? You love my son right? You both love each other, then why ..."
"Because he is not 'Man' enough mamuni!"
The moment stopped right there and then!
Several more sounds followed in support of the context...
Dark Rumbling Clouds!
Loud sound of a Train Engine!
A Huge Tide of a Stormy Sea Wave!
Slamming of a Sledge Hammer on a Metalic Plate!
And many more sounds elsewhere which resembled a Shocking Realisation!
Subosree stood outside the main hall and peeked through the curtain on the door. She bit her lip and took several sighs, wondering what the two were discussing about. Even from far she could see her bhabhi having a neutral expression, while Promila had a naturally sadness on her face.
"Bouma! Why do you say so?? I mean.....you both seemed so happy and satisfied inside!" Promila pouted. Her hands still clutched on her bahu's. She was almost mentally pleading "Why why why...."
Pallavi who had lost all patience by now, decided to be totally candid about her thoughts. She chose a dark bold avatar by helding back her sasuma's hands and then, she cooed...
"Mamuni, what if I tell you that your son was not very supportive in bed! He didn't give me the satisfaction I had craved for! He only made love like a matured older person, but not like the beastly male bull that I wanted in him!"
Promila felt steam leave her ears. The vocabulary, the aura and the persona of her bahu changed to a total 360 degree in total! Never had the matronly lady anticipated that she would hear such things from Pallavi, her only son's wife! Just a while ago she was considering herself to be the perfect happy mother with a son, a bahu and probably sooner or later, a grandchild on her arms!
But!
The images were now shattered and Promila couldn't believe that she had to see this day. Pallavi understood the plight of her sasuma's mind, she had deep empathy for the mature widow lady whose only son was Debojit. She walked ahead and nuzzled her own nose down Promila's cheek and cooed ..
"Mamuni, I am sorry I had to be blunt about this! But the fact is .......(sigh) the fact is that Debu cannot father a child! He is incapable of doing so because he is not ma...I mean, he just doesn't have it in him!"
Promila stood like a mannequin. A tiny tear drop escaped an eye and trickled down her cheek. Pallavi however continued to open her heart out. She didn't even care about the consequences! What if she got slapped by Promila? What if she would be kicked out of the house? Pallavi honestly didn't care! She was serious about her life and she wouldn't be a sufferer at any cost!
"Mamuni, can you live with the fact that I will wear a fake smile all my life while I am with your son and actually latently be sad and gloomy throughout my life? Will you accept the fact that your son's wife is only faking her happiness outside and crying deep inside? Will you be okay with this whole idea that the relatives will rather blame me for not giving a child to your son because the society will blame me rather than your son!"
Promila felt as if the clouds broke on top of her head. Such were the crude but the raw and and real words from her only bahu. But then the way Pallavi nuzzeled her nose on her sasuma's cheek and clutched to her shoulders, a whole new maternal side of Promila emerged out! But this maternal affection and empathy was for her bahu alone. For the first time, she kept her own son aside and mentally empathized with his wife!
Deep inside Promila knew that in such cases it's the fault of only the man alone! And her ethics kept telling her that supporting Pallavi would be the right thing to do because it would be unfair to see such a young girl suffer with no fault of her's.
But this was such an awkward moment! Such an unprecedented situation had arrived indeed and before Promila could even utter a word, the doorbell rang!
Ding Dong!
The doorbell seemed like a moment of relief from the suffocating atmosphere Pallavi created with just words alone!
Promila stood there again...
Dong Ding!
Ding Dong!
Promila knew it was the pujari, but she wondered on what grounds should she now conduct the pooja! The reason primarily was about anticipating a bright beautiful baby on the lap of her bouma, but now those images were already shattered.
Pallavi too didn't proceed to open the door.
Subosree too heared the doorbell, but she just kept absent mindedly playing with the curtain next to her door.
But just then, in the very next moment, Pallavi caught hold of Promila's shoulder and cooed ..."mamuni, if you want to cancel this pooja, I will apologize to Panditji..."
"I.....uhm.... no wait...." Promila struggled with words, but stopped her bahu from proceeding further. Then after a breif pause, the matronly woman sighed once more and cooed...
"Open the door bouma. This pooja will not be cancelled at all! Rather, I will now conduct this pooja for your well being. I don't know what you have in mind, but even if you are not my bahu, you can be my daughter atleast!"
Pallavi's heart heaved high up the sky. What did her sasuma suggest exactly? Was she fine with her son's divorce? What was she implying?
The questions remained but Pallavi saw a spark of confidence in Promila's eyes and for that reason, she proceeded to open the door. When Pallavi left the hall ro rush to the door, Promila stood silent and called out to her daughter...
"Subo! Get the thaali and the aarti ready. Pandit moshai has arrived!"
Subosree nodded and did as she was told. Although she still wondered about what conversation took place between her bhabhi and mother.
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Mumbai :
A Grand show was held at the 'Mens only Club' at Bandra West. The atmosphere inside the studio was hot and not the humid hot, but the steamy Hot!
The reason was very simple. The government agency had now reached out to a good amount of the weaker men who qualified perfectly for the Bobbyfication and now to contrast this category, they decided to recruit the other category, which will compliment and appreciate the Bobby squad..
The Macho Squad!
The host who was the only lady in the studio, wore a ravishing saree with a half sleeved blouse walked upto the stage and firstly wiped her forehead with her napkin. It was ironical because the AC was set at a good temperature and the whole set was quite cool, but the reason for the host to sweat was something she wouldn't admit to the world, but deep inside, she knew why.
The lady smiled to the panel of judges who would score the men that qualified and according to the scores, they would be given priority on Matrimonial sites which specifically was meant to meet up with future Bobbys!
"Respected judges, I welcome you to this very first edition of the Machi squad. I humbly request you to vote for the Hunk you feel is eligible in every way. Presenting to you our brand...
The lady waved her hand to a digital screen which had a small animation of the brand title...
MONEY AND MUSCLES
The judges were impressed with the title and applauded briefly and within a few moments, a sensual music bengan while spotlights of a blue purplish hue focussed on the center stage.
Not one, not two, but in total, 12 men stepped forward clad in just black thongs and all 12 looked like profesional bodybuilders! Their bodies were slightly oiled up which highlighted their bulging muscles very well. Infact the lady host felt moist between her legs by just looking at the hunks. She bit her lower lip and sat down near the camera crew. Her painted nails fumbling with her pallu, as the men came forward and introduced themselves. Although one thing was common in all 12, they all were eligible bachelors.
Contestant 1 : Hi, I am Arvind Mehta from Andheri! I am the CEO of Fascinations Tourism! My net value is of 250 cr and these are my stats.
The next moment, the man flexed and his biceps were clearly 15 inches atleast. The muscle mound on his arms made the lady host bite her lower lip and somehow she controlled her fingers from even running on her saree clad thigh.
Soon, the second man showed up!
Contestant 2 : Hello, this is Prathamesh Mohite! I am from Andheri East! I am the owner of Boulder Gym Association and my net value is 340 Cr! These are my stats.
The moustached man posed and his biceps bulged pretty well too, rising almost towards 16 inches. His dark skin tone made the lady host now clutch her pallu end firmly, still resisting the urge to slightly maul a breast through her pallu.
After sometime, the third hunk showed up and he had an even more impressive package.
Contestant 3 : Hi, this is Daksh Kulkarni, I am the CEO of Sparkk Digital Media. My net worth is almost 500 cr and these are my stats!
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The man outweighed the other two with his slightly more Herculean body mass and his biceps inched close to 17 and half in approximation. His trimmed beard and long pony tailed hair have him a Maratha Warrior like look.
Later on the other 9 gradually came forward and introduced themselves. All nine having slight variations in body mass and biceps size, but one thing remained common. All twelve of the hunks were of a Bodybuilder stature and were filthy rich!
The lady host atlast came to the stage and couldn't help but stare at the semi naked men in their thongs, once more! Their rippling oily sheened bodies justified the squashy sound that came from between her legs, as she walked all the way to the stage.
"So judges! What do you feel about the hunks here! Whom would you vote first? Hmmnm?"
After the votes were cast, it was Daksh Kulkarni who recieved the most votes and numbers and the man sported a Bodybuilder like pose. The lady host realised that the Maratha man resembled Sangram Chougule a lot and therefore she felt hot like hell inside. The next moment, Daksh was called at the center stage for some random questions.
Judge 1 : Mr Kulkarni, congratulations first of all! Now that you are selected for the very first priority in the National Matrimony agency, how do you feel?
Feels good! I have achieved a lot and now I wish to settle with someone soon.
Judge 2 : Mr Kulkarni, tell us about your family. Are they here in Mumbai?
Yes they are here and I have seven other members in my family. A brother who is also into bodybuilding apart from business and ofcourse my father and mother who always has the confidence in me!
Judge 3 : Mr Kulkarni, what is your opinion about the Bobbyfied transwoman?
I believe they are as much as feminine and beautiful and admirable as any normal woman! Infact I wouldn't even mind if tomorrow me or my brother decide to settle with a Bobby! I don't believe in any castism at all, so both of us are open to all the beauties in the Nation! Be it a Bobby or a Non-Bobby.
Judge 4 : Great to hear the response! One last question, to whom would you dedicate the award to and who has been your inspiration?
My first and foremost inspiration is none other than my own father Mr Harish Kulkarni who has been a Bodybuilder himself and still inspires me. I am also proud of my younger brother Harsh. He is equally efficient in business and he is also physically fit and love bodybuilding to the core.
The judges were impressed with the answers and once again the whole pannel clapped for Daksh. The hunk smiled and even as he waved, his biceps bulged well and his thigh muscles rippled as he walked back.
Moments later, when the show was at its finishing zone, Daksh was called by the lady host while she held the award.
The lady host was a fair Punjabi girl who couldn't help but admire Daksh's dark wheatish tone muscled body. She touched his shoulder softly and cooed...
"Congratulations Mr Kulkarni, you shall be given the first priority in all Matrimonial sites. Is there anything else we can do for you?"
The lady host almost behaved like a desperate whore willing to get fucked real hard and raw by the rich hunk, but Daksh didn't bother much, he rather teased her by accepting the trophy and pouting....
"Hmmmmmm I will let you know later maybe? As for now, the trophy will be fine!"
Even when Daksh cooed the words out, his masculine breath itself made the lady host so hot that she had to excuse herself with a smile. Excusing herself from the panel, she rushed to the washroom and had to strip away her saree to finally acess her very very wet dripping hole and with the memory of Daksh and the other eleven hunk, she fingered herself. Infact just by merely imagining all twelve banging her one by one had her buckle her body atleast thrice, reaching a satisfying orgasm.
Later on, with a relaxed sigh, the lady host left the studio. It was indeed a pleasure for her to see such manly hunks from upclose and she smiled as she sat in her car and drove home.
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Kolkata :
Not very far away from Promila's house was another house where a girl prepared food with her mother. The girl had an extra sway to her hips which were reasonably curvy and her lips sang our with slight murmers....
"Ami Kolkatar Roshogolla!
Ami Kolkatar Roshogolla..."
(I am a sweet from Kolkata)
The girl murmured untill her mother showed up clanking a jar on the kitchen slab with lots of anger in her eyes. The angry lady was none other than Shulekha Ganguly and the girl who swayed her body as she sang was none other than her once son, who was now her daughter.
After Bobbyfication, Shulekha's son had changed his name from Ravi to Rebika. In short Reba.
"Reba, will you stop swaying your hips like that? Gosh!! Why on earth did you undergo this awful operation! I mean wearing sarees and all is fine, but I am not liking this ultra feminine attitude! Have you seen how your old friends Rono and Shontu stare at you now?"
"Uff ho maa! Ofcoarse they will stare at me and don't be so backward okay? I am fine being a woman and Bobbys are humans too!"
Rebika almost barked at her mother. He had voluntarily agreed for Bobbyfication when he was in Dubai and he still remembered the shock on her mother's face when she waved at her at the airport. Gone was the son and now she was a fully fertile woman!
"Uff look at the sway of your hips Reba! Even I didn't have it when I was young and unmarried."
Reba then cooed cutting the vegetables.."Maa! It is this sway which made Ghoshal Babu reduce the rent of our house!" Pouting so, Reba sighed for sometime and then resumed cutting the vegetables.
"Ghoshal reduced the rent for your sway?? What the hell does that mean???" Shulekha was furious and she caught the shoulder of her Bobbyfied son and made him turn to face her. Eye to eye!.
"Do I need to say what it means maa? Ghoshal babu is a man afterall!!"
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SLAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!!!*
Shulekha slapped her once son and Reba didn't respond one bit. She rather continued to chop the vegetables. His mother on the other hand couldn't handle the sight of her transgender son's hip sway and she rushed to her room crying!
Images of the landlord Ghoshal babu and her now womanly son disturbed her and she kept crying for sometime. Her son apparently didn't mind being a woman, but she being the mother, had mental issues with just imagining her son with their landlord and she had been a fool in wondering how did the rent get such a fascinating discount!
On the other hand, Reba somehow found solace in her new body. When she was a man, she couldn't gather the courage to tell her mother than she never liked masculine activities, but rather had a feminine curiosity on life. And somehow she also realised the pros and cons. As for the pros, she was now cunning enough to entice the stupid old landlord by just flirting with him and allowing him to get just slightly physically frisky and in return the rent had dropped quite well, allowing him to save more. Luckily after Reba returned from Dubai, she just stuck to freelancing, not bothering to showcase her gender to her clients.
But Reba had bigger plans. She wanted to have a martial life with a man and she felt butterflies in her stomach as she continued her kitchen work.
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Meanwhile, Taj Hotel Mumbai:
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After winning the prestigious award, Daksh decided to take some rest in the hotel untill the next morning when he would get back to his family. The filthy rich hunk took a quick bath and wiped his robust sexy body with the cushiony hotel towel. Once he reached his cock, he realised it was throbbingly erect and he was genuinely proud of his width and girth and even length.
Buf Daksh sighed when he realised he had very few contact with women in general! He knew the pandemic was responsible and somehow he felt he was incomplete. He yearned for a woman next to him, a pair of lips he could kiss. A pair of globular round breasts he could grope and a moist deep vagina he could get into!
Daksh also knew the fact that being a muscular pehelwan with regular workouts and a good healthy diet, he had highly sexual urges and therefore he often relieved himself in isolation. The slight flirting with the lady host had made him hot and fiery inside and therefore in his towel wrapped condition itself, he sat on his bed with legs up and spread.
The very next moment, with another long sigh, Daksh loosened the grip of the towel from his waist and shoved it off his lap in an instant. The Maratha hunk smiled with pride as he saw his majestic dark brown warrior cock which stood in all its glory straight up facing the posh ceiling fan. Daksh had a firm rugged hand by genetics alone. He forwarded his rugged palm and wrapped it around his big fat cock and squeezed the base a bit. His cock throbbed more and it looked immensely monstrous with the trail of veins on its darker skin and not to mention, the plump helmet like head with a prominent peeslit.
Daksh sighed again and ran his fingers all over his cock and admired it like a trophy he has held. Imagining some sensual feminine girls in his mind, often wearing a saree like his own mother, he began to slowly and seductively masturbate himself and when he realised he was missing something, he plopped open an entire 150 ml of a sanitizer and dipped the liquid on his throbbing dark cock untill it glistened sexily.
Waiting no longer, Daksh began to masturbate now and this time he leaned on the bed wall and closed his eyes. The spongy ploppy sounds added well with the AC air in the hotel room and the marathi hunk continued to shake and stirr his package slow and smooth. One more thing Daksh was proud of was ofcoarse his prolonged sessions with himself because his mighty cock took its own sweet time to spit the potent venom out and this would happen only when his hairy fat balls almost doubled up in size.
Therefore Daksh continued to stirr his dong, shake it, press the base and even tap the plumhead when needed. The shiny oily cock rose up to a whole nine and a half inches atleast, as he continued to wank himself with more and more intensity now.
Almost after a while, Daksh reached his orgasm with his peeslit shooting thick jets of creamy potent curd and that too with five jerks atleast. All five equally creamy and thick that landed up in various areas, including his muscled thighs, hard abdomen and even on his firm abs.
"Ah!" Daksh sighed in relief and decided to take a small nap after a satisfying orgasm, but the male bull was barely satisfied. Even when he slept he indulged in brief dreams of a dream woman teasing him wearing a red saree with a red half sleeve blouse and when red bangles! The mystery girl made sensual hip movements with her body, but the more Harsh ran after her, the more she ran further too. This, keeping the dream only to a Tease level.
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Kolkata :
Panditji had finally begun the pooja and Promila with her bahu and daughter sat around the yagna fire. None of the spoke a word to each other nor did they looked a glance on the other. All three ladies had their own thoughts in their mind.
Subosree -
I don't know what boudi and maa talked about but my heart is still beating white from anticipating the reaction of dada bhai when he comes to know that boudi wants to divorce him! His heart will break for sure and my heart aches badly to see him in that condition. I pray to bhogoban that dada bhai and boudi sort out the things between themselves!
Promila -
I still can't believe bouma said those crude words herself! "Divorce!" The ugly word which I never even expected in the worst of my dreams, let alone in reality! I hate to admit the fact that surely Debu has not been productive enough on bed and maybe that is why bouma is upset, no not just upset.....yes Angry! Very angry infact. I could see the rage of Maa kaali in her eyes and this is the typical rage when a fully fertile woman has not doused the heat deep within. I know I shouldn't go against my son, but bouma is also like my own daughter. It's my ethical duty to stand by her.
I also don't know why suddenly Anindita's words are echoing in my mind! Why is my heart turning white all of sudden! What is my bhogoban trying to tell me!
Pallavi -
I know what mamuni and Subo are thinking in this moment. The ugly crude fact of a sexually inferior son is hard to digest! But I am not Gandhari who will compensate for what my husband doesn't have! Rather, I firmly believe in my own rights and how can I admit that Anirban and Shohini's dream made me feel so worse! If I hadn't seen their enticing sexual moments in my dream, perhaps I wouldn't be so crude with my own mother in law!
But, I will certainly not betray myself wearing a fake wifey smile when internally I am suffering!
The pooja continued and the three just focussed on the fire on the hawan kund. The pooja was initially meant for the future welcome of Debojit and Pallavi's child, but now, Promila only prayed for her son's mental health when he would get to know about the divorce. However, it was Pallavi who was deep into some thought. Her expressions were very neutral and whenever Promila looked at her, her heart would stirr with unknown fear for some reason. Her brain also kept asking deep inside her....
"What if Anindita and everyone else comes to know about this? Where will my family reputation stand? Ei bhogoban amaye shahosh dao! (Give me mental strength god!)
Once the pooja was over, the Pandit raised his hand to bless everyone, however when Promila gave him his fee, he couldn't help but ask...
"Promila boudi, I didn't get to know the reason for the pooja"
Subosree sighed with a long pause. What could she say? While Pallavi looked down and Promila wondered what can she say, looking at the normal warm smiling Panditji. After a paise, the elderly lady just pouted with a forced half smile....
"Pondit moshai, the reason is very personal. I am afraid!"
"That's alright, allow me to take a leave now!" Panditji smiled and once he left. Promila rushed to close the door and sinxs she was reluctant to even face her bahu, she just took hold of the pooja thali and was about to keep it back inside the holy room when suddenly Pallavi took a grasp of her forearm and cooed....
"Mamuni, I....I also have decided to do one more thing! Please, do not get me wrong...."
The negative air molecules expanded in size through the air and in the meantime Subosree headed out of the hall to her room. No sooner had she left the hall threshold, she headed a loud clanking sound!
Raising her eyes, the girl peeked inside and saw an even more shocked Promila and the thaali which she was holding a while ago had dropped down, making a mess on the clean tiles. While, Pallavi sighed and left the hall the next moment. Her eyes not having any emotion at this moment, while Promila just stood there like a mannequin.
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New Delhi :
At a posh restaurant, a short middle aged lady browsed through the section of the Macho Squad and continuously rubbed her own plump thighs underneath her long kurti. All twelve hunks were now on the priority list with Daksh Kulkarni being the primary prospect.
The lady was Reema Saigal, a Matrimonial expert and she was popularly known as Reema aunty!
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Gladly due to Bobbyfication, the ratio of the very less amount of females had been filled in to a whole 25 % from the earlier 4 %. But even when more and more wimp and meek makes were being Bobbyfied, the ratio still had to be filled!
"How to fill in the gap? Hmmm mmmmmmm okay...."
Sipping on her cuppechino, Reema aunty decided to make a proposal to the agency and only hoped it would be approved. She was under the primary responsibility to make sure that all the Macho Squad men had partners and therefore, the mature lady proposed two more categories...
Category D and
Category W
Reema then decided the significance of the two categories.
CATEGORY D -
All those women who has been recently
divorced for various reasons and are single at the moment. The agency would trace them and send emails to them individually. Age range would be 20 and above.
CATEGORY W -
Those perticular women who were
widows and have given up hope on a healthy sexual life. The agency would give them priority too after tracing them as per state and city and irrespective of their age and status, they would be offered proposals from the Masculine Hunks too.
In other words, the agency wouldn't allow any female to be single because the ratio of the men were significantly higher and therefore even the Bobbys wouldn't be enough to fill in the void. Women of all stations in society had to join in to fill in the gap and this is exactly what Reema had suggested.
Clicking on the Send button, Reema sipped from her cup once more, awaiting the response from the agency. She crossed her fingers, expecting a positive response because she was in-charge of ensuring that the Macho Squad has enough women to propose.
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Kolkata, around 10 pm :
After a long meeting with a client, Debojit drove inside his house and after he parked his car, he was surprised!
He looked around to see two unexpected vehicles close to his house. One being a normal Honda Accord and the other being a security officer Jeep. An already lethargic Debojit wondered...
"A security officer Jeep in my house?? And whose Honda car is that?? What's going on..."
"Did a Burglar broke into my house?? Is maa, Subo and Palo alright??"
With several questions inside his mind, Debojit rushed to his house and the moment he realised that the door was open, his heart skipped beats. The door of the house opened for no reason and that too with a security officer Jeep parked outside wasn't a good sign for sure. But, without further imagination, Debojit slowly opened the door.
Once Debojit opened the door. The whole atmosphere inside the house was gloomy and dark and sad, but still these three words seemed like an understatement!
On the sofa were four people. On one end sat Pallavi with a neutral expression. Next to her was Promila who had her pallu next to her eyes. Clearly the lady had shed a few tears for sure. Next to Promila, sat a middle aged man who apparently looked like a lawyer and next to him was a security officer officer with a burly thick moustache and an apparent stern expression on his face. His presence was of a typically toxic masculine man with a slight pauch and a rugged figure and he even tip tapped his security officer stick on his other palm lightly, as he stood up atlast!
"Mr Debojit Bhattacharya right?" The cop had a dark dominant tone.
"Yy...yes..it's me.....but what makes you come here officer??"
Debojit's tone was so shakey that Promila felt her heart fall out of her mouth into her hands. She didn't know what to say and on the other hand Pallavi placed a hand on her sasuma's shoulder. There was an apparent mutual psychological understanding between the two by now because the moment Pallavi's palm touched the shoulder, Promila stood straight, wiping some last bits of her tears from around her eyes.
Subosree on the other hand remained behind a curtain, peeking on whatever was happening on the main hall. Her own eyes full of shock and sadness!
"Mr. Bhattacharya! We have recieved a complaint from your wife regarding Impotency and Underperformance! And therefore I have to have you submit to a Bobby Medical Organisation and I have the authority to do so!"
Debojit dropped his briefcase down the tiles and stood like a prisoner subjected to an awful punishment all of a sudden! His mouth wide opened to spit out loud....
"WHAT??"
The loud panic from her son made Promila feel awful, but Pallavi shrugged her shoulders and looked to the other side. Her petal like lips opened atlast....
"He is right Debu. The complainant was lodged by me!"
Even while Pallavi said so, she looked down to see Promila's palm on hers and on the other hand Debojit just stood aghast like a mannequin! He didn't move one bit.
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