Adultery Komolini's Second Spring

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There will be moments of intense humiliation and a slow poisoning of events. Read ahead keeping in mind these things.

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Chapter 5

The moment Rupu stepped beyond the final security gate, she felt as though she had crossed into an entirely different world. The prison was not merely a building of concrete and iron; it seemed to possess a presence of its own. The air was thick and oppressive, carrying a stale mixture of sweat, rust, damp walls, disinfectant, and countless years of human misery. Every breath felt heavier than the last. The dim tube lights hanging from the ceilings cast a sickly glow over the corridors, illuminating cracked walls and rusted bars that appeared to stretch endlessly in every direction. Somewhere in the distance, metal clanged against metal. Somewhere else, a man laughed—a short, unpleasant sound that died almost as quickly as it had begun. The noise echoed strangely through the passageways, making the prison feel larger than it really was.

Rupu instinctively adjusted the pink pallu resting over her shoulder.

Only now did she realize how absurdly bright her saree appeared in this place. The soft pink fabric looked almost foreign amidst the shades of grey, brown, and faded green that dominated the prison. For a moment she felt foolish for wearing it. She had not chosen it for any particular reason. It had simply been the first saree her hand had reached for that morning. Yet standing here, surrounded by hardened faces and stained walls, she felt conspicuous in a way she had never expected. The pink seemed to attract attention.

She disliked that feeling.

But at the same time, something about the dim ambience was darkly arousing. 

Trying to ignore her growing discomfort, she continued forward, her sandals producing soft sounds against the concrete floor. She was busy rehearsing questions she intended to ask her client when a large figure suddenly brushed past her shoulder with enough force to nearly knock her sideways.

The impact startled her.

Annoyance immediately replaced surprise.

"Hey... stop!"

The words escaped her before she could think.

The man stopped.

Slowly.

Too slowly.

Something about the deliberate manner in which he halted made her stomach tighten.

He turned around and looked at her.

Only then did she realize he was wearing a prison uniform.

The white fabric hung loosely from his broad frame. The outfit was stained and wrinkled, making it impossible to guess how long he had been wearing it. His face was rough and weathered. A thick beard covered most of his jaw, while his eyes possessed a strange stillness that unsettled her immediately. They were not the eyes of a man embarrassed at being confronted.

They were the eyes of a man evaluating a challenge.

For several seconds neither spoke.

The corridor around them seemed to fall silent.

The prisoner took a step toward her.

Then another.

Rupu remained where she was, refusing to move back despite the growing unease spreading through her chest. She was a lawyer. She dealt with criminals. She had spent years speaking confidently in courtrooms.

Yet something about this man felt different.

Dangerous.

Not because he was shouting.

Not because he was threatening.

Because he appeared completely comfortable.

The sort of comfort only possessed by men who had spent years doing whatever they wanted without caring about consequences.

The prisoner's gaze moved slowly across her face before descending lower. His eyes lingered openly, making no attempt whatsoever to hide their intentions. Rupu immediately felt exposed. A pulse of anger mixed with embarrassment shot through her. She folded her arms instinctively but stopped halfway, unwilling to reveal her discomfort.

The man seemed amused by her effort.

Then, without warning, his hand reached toward her.

His fingers caught the edge of her pink pallu.

Rupu froze.

The other firm hand touched the exposed portion of her belly and gave it a slight but shameless squeeze. 

For a moment she could scarcely process what had happened.

The gesture was casual.

Almost insulting her dignity. 

As though he considered touching her entirely normal.

Entirely acceptable.

She grabbed the fabric immediately, but the prisoner merely tightened his grip for a second before releasing it. The brief contact was enough to send a wave of humiliation through her body.

Her heart began beating harder.

She looked around.

What she saw disturbed her more than the prisoner's actions.

Nobody cared.

Two guards stood farther down the corridor.

Several prisoners lingered nearby.

A worker pushed a trolley loaded with supplies.

Yet not a single person reacted.

The indifference surrounding the incident was almost worse than the incident itself. It suggested that boundaries were fragile here. That visitors entered this place at their own risk. That dignity itself was negotiable within these walls.
The prisoner stepped closer.

Close enough for Rupu to smell sweat and tobacco on him.

Close enough for her to notice the old scars scattered across his face and neck.

Close enough to make her understand that if he chose to frighten her further, there would be little she could do.

For the first time since entering the prison, genuine fear touched her.

Not panic nor helplessness.

Just a cold realization that she was standing in a place where the normal rules of society felt disturbingly distant.

Then a thunderous voice shattered the moment.

"RAGHAV SINGH! STOP IT!"

The man stopped and shifted his hand from the pink pallu and snaps an angry finger towards Rupu and she already felt a bit weak. There were blood stains on the white prison outfit of the big man as he walked off, giving an impression of a long time criminal and a butcher combined. Rupu was glad he left as she felt small stirs looking at those red stains and realised the violence the man was probably used to causing and ignoring the fact as to why a prisoner like him roamed around as if it was his house, she finally met the source of that loud voice.

Ganpat Gawande.

His demeanour was even more annoying. Around three buttons remained loosened on his shirt. A clear expensive golden chain shimmered in contrast to his brown tone and rubbing his bald scalp, he went near and stared at the curvy lawyer and his gaze alone stripped away half of Rupu's dignity as she silently made sure her pallu was dbangd with balance on her creamy shoulder.

Walking closer, the man asked almost impatiently....."yes madam?"

"I have come to see Mr Probal Chatterjee. I am his advocate!" 

"Lovely saree vakil sahiba...." Ganpat walked around her. His mannerism very chauvenistic already as he seemed to even smell her too and just then something unexpected happened. Two havaldars caught hold of a prisoner and dragged him to one of the cells, quite against his useless pleadings and Ganpat shouted at the man....

"Aayeee shut up re! Take him inside the cell and strip him and thrash every part of his body till he speaks up!!" 

Sheer potential violent tone from an already intimidating looking man as Rupu shivered deep within and fell a twitch in her nipples within the blouse and she felt so embarrassed. One more small tremor passed her as she felt him smack his bals head once more and take a deep sigh before saying...."oh that gold biscuit smuggler!" 

"He isn't a criminal! He is falsely accused....." Rupu maintained her professional demenour as she gazed at the aggresive aura of the officer and wondered why was she so warmed up by such a presence. The next big surprise came when Ganpat laughed and placing hands on his hips, he clearly said....

"I don't think he can be considered innocent!" 

"Why not?" 

"Because I am saying so! The evidences are against him!" 

Saying so Gangat eyed her from top to bottom once again and with an even more wolf like gaze. On the other hand Rupu with her glossy pink nails held on the papers firm and trembled under the attention, but the trembling was highly ambiguous as it was a combination of tension and a dark arousal beaming together at the same time. 

Just then, the other recently dragged criminal kept making soft pleading murmurs as he was getting whacked hard by belts and rods. 

THWAKKK 

THWAKKKKKKKK

The sounds never ceased as the man helplessly squirmed and Ganpat just casually allowed her to resume her duty "go on....the cell in the exact middle!" and then himself went ahead and entered the cell and took off his belt. Strangely Rupu didn't move. Her sadomasochism fetish slowly crept up and surrounded her rational mindset as her shaking fingers caught the hem of her pink saree with low sexual moans from her parted glossy lips as Ganpat thrashed and almost made the criminal bleed with the thwack of his belt alone. 

The sight was awfully brutal as it blended the jungle with the city in a way Rupu couldn't ignore and she went to a corner and covered her groin area with the papers and slowly rubbed the area around her navel slowly and circled the same navel hole with the random criminal pleading for release but when the thrashing expanded with the obscene violent sounds being emitted out due to Ganpat's aggressive belt. That is when Rupu scratched the pink material below her navel and arround the throbbing area that clearly had very puffed up labia by now. 

"Such violence.....blood stains......gosh the man's strong dominant beastly aura....look at him moan and groan....helpless beta animal....." 

Words such as these lingered through Rupu in and out and before she could go beyond decency and rub her itches even more, a havaldar came upto her and made her shake off her hand from her groin zone and stand straight as the man pointed towards Probal's cell and spoke in an emotional cold voice almost.....

"Madamji....he is asking for you!" 

Rupu gained her senses back and looked towards the shown direction. 

She walked slowly as the sound of Ganpat's thrashing eventually faded off and to her relief she reached a silent corner with nothing but a dim lit corridor and her cousin's innocent husband holding the bars and looking at her silently. His eyes having some amount of hope as she walked closer. 

"Rupu....." Probal barely had the voice to speak but his darkened tunnels seemed to lit up a bit on seing her. 

"Probal...." Rupu passed a soft sigh and continued...."tell me what exactly happened!" 

.......................

Meanwhile inside Duronto Express - 

By the time evening settled comfortably over the train, the compartment had acquired the strange familiarity that often developed among long-distance passengers. The initial awkwardness had faded. People had discovered where their bags belonged, where they preferred to sit, and how much conversation they wished to engage in. The steady hum of the air-conditioning now provided welcome relief from the oppressive heat they had endured earlier. Outside the window, fields and small towns drifted past in an endless procession while inside the coach everyone slowly adapted to the rhythm of the journey.

Komolini still unaware of what her son went through that day, was more focused in her own thoughts that kept lingering on Probal and only Probal. Although her subconscious attention still kept moving towards the unknown stranger besides her and suddenly he gets up and rushes for a washroom break. The lurking stare finally faded for a moment as Komolini still looked at her pallu and made sure it was well placed on her shoulder edge, although the stare from this non Bengali burly man had sent some jolts inside her and to which she felt even more embarrassed due to her son being right on the top berth and the shiver was wicked to say the least. 

Unknown to Hiyan, she even takes out the small mirror and somehow smacks her lips twice, making them have this natural wet gloss for some reason and she assured herself....

"Certainly not for that man.....but I need to be presentable...."

But she didn't ask further and just then the man's phone buzzed. Komolini kept her small mirror back into her bag and watched the phone screen just randomly and was surprised to the point that her eyes just widened on their own. The name on the screen was "Baiko". What did it mean? wondered Komolini as she ignored and gazed outside and again with further buzzing, she looked into the screen once more. Hiyan played his video games in absolute oblivion while Komolini kept herself engaged back in thoughts regarding how her husband was in the awful jail. 

Just as her curiosity took a leap, the man returned with a smile and she stepped back into her normal pose and just pretended to browse her phone. However once the man engaged in a purely marathi conversation with an apparently flirtatious tone with chuckles, whispers and even some wet kisses on the screen with a kinky 'pccch pcchh' sound. The sounds weakened Komolini as ahs felt small shivers pass through her ample breasts that heaved up and down and she almost had glassy eyes. Her long nails touching the thick rim of the table slab in between, firmly....to resist the small memories Probal gave her...

Be it, the light touches during kitchen as she cooked.

Or the feathery soothing rubs on her blouse clad back right when Hiyan would be in the house.

But it had been ages since that happened and her insides had dried out and she couldn't ignore much on the fact that she was very very desperate for a male touch on her mature curves that blossomed each year as her son grew up. She sighed and felt bothered on how much the man talked and the dry kisses continued. Just randomly Komolini seemed to make an eye contact for a fraction of second and with the same pouty lips gesture, the man also eyed her at that precise moment and she shifted her eyes back on her phone screen and breathed in sheer disappointment...."When was the last time I had such a conversation with Probal..."

After some more flirtatious conversation, the man disconnected and his attention got back to Komolini who now tried for Rupu once more, but the phone was switched off as the prison didn't allow calls for outsiders, but unaware of that Komolini felt more and more restless to reach Pune and free her husband with the help of her cousin and get back to her normal life in Kolkata and just then....the chirpy marathi tone....

"Vahini ji!"

Komolini looked confused and that is when the man chuckled and smacked his head....."Oh sorry....I mean "Bhabhiji... anything you need, just tell me!"

Komolini's mind created a strange visual quite to her shock at that very moment....

The imaginary visual -

A thin mist occurred inside the entire compartment from somewhere unknown as Komolini felt the ambience darken a little. She got up in a panic "H...hiyann..." but noticed her son disappearing magically in the mist and the same stranger had got up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The Ac also increased its temperature, making his musky aroma hit her nose and she looked to the other side in shame but didn't move one bit as the man conversed with her very very sensually....

"I know bhabhiji.....you are very alone...."

Komolini stepped back but the seat was the limit as the stranger man eventually unbuttoned the last one as well and his chest hair extended further to tickle the exposed belly just above the hidden navel of her curvy body as she shivered and felt her labia throbb. Just then her phone screen buzzed where an imaginary video call of Rupu took place who smiled and strangely encouraged the kinky atmosphere to resume. She gazed at her cousin and the man outside her phone screen and used a frisky tone...

"Go ahead Komo, I am taking care of Probal here. Get some griopes and kisses from this man....so what if he is marathi hmmmm? Your body needs attention!"

The shocking lines from Rupu made Komolini feel small tremors as the bare bodied marathi man now softly caught hold of her pallu and sniffed her face with his lips closer to her's. Each juice droplet on her lips seemed to shiver as the man smelled her sweet scent and complimented..."Sweet bong aroma hmmmmmmm". 

"I....I will free my husband soon....."

"I know bhabhiji...."

"But..... my body...."

"doesn't listen right? I know..."

The man shifted aside Komolini's pallu and the moment it fell, she stood still....eyes closed and that is when she noticed her breasts shiver....they were heaving up and down within her blouse....perhaps sensing an aching anticipation of a firm potential grope on them.

"Plll...eaaasee....I...I am married..." but the bigger man hugged her firm till his digits dug onto her creamy back. Sssssssshhmmmmmmmmmmm......small low moans could be heard from the Bengali wife's soft glossy lips as the man groped her wide motherly hips and began kneading them with small flirty whispers into her ear...

"Nobody will know bhabhiji..........nobody...."

But the grope was wicked and the her blouse clad breasts were already rubbing against his chest. Her labia slowly turned into a faucet as it leaked and kept leaking juices that dribbled down the berth floor and made it shiny till the drops touched both their feet but the man didn't mind. 

However the moment his hand came close to her mangalsutra...

Komolini burst into a loud groan......"NNN..NOOOOO !!!"

....

She opens her eyes to see the unknown man seated and looking at her in absolute shock, while she realises that it was just a weird awful hallucination and nothing else. 

"Bhabhiji.....are you okay?" 

Komolini covers her mouth for a while and then takes a deep breath...."I...I am sorry and she looks up to see Hiyan deep asleep. Sitting down, she looks outside to see the train slow down. 

"Here we are atlast!" The man smiled and looked out to point at the station board drawing Komolini's attention equally as she gazed to see the destination board painted in yellow and black bold text...

Welcome to Pune Station

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Komolini is lonely for long time, she deserve a strong mating partner. Waiting for komolini second marriage...

Remember Being a cuckson and cuckold, also means that you are strong enough to see you mom love more someone else other than you.

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Chapter 6

"Rupu.... you didn't even show up!! Do you realise how hard it was to find the adress and specially asking the locals with my broken Hindi!" 

Rupu turned on the hall AC as Komolini settled on the sofa and took a deep breath as she studied her cousin's cozy home. Rupu was quiet as she just stood by the window and gazed at the small shops being dim lit with small bulbs and the crowd gathering around typically but the fact was, the visit to the prison wasn't anything positive or fruity. 

Hiyan was taking a shower from the exhausting train journey as the memory of the man helping with the suitcase lingered inside his mind and the more he felt sn apparent groin rub from the unknown stranger, the more he closed his eyes under the cascading water and felt obliged to recollect the awful moments of his anal assault by his senior. 

Small clips of the cock entering his unprepared hole and the grunts from his senior with the humiliating whispers of how he was a criminal's son kept roaming in slides inside his mind and he thumped the wall hard and grunted in small groans to feel better. His hands in a firm fist against the wall as the water drenched him further onto his vengeance worn face as his brows twisted with a low moan.....

"I must have pappa back!" 

On the other hand, Rupu prepared some coffee for all three of them and kept Hiyan's cup covered with a lid as Komolini waited for Hiyan to come out so she could change into another saree and immediately leave for the prison visit. 

"This Hiyan....he takes so much time for his shower uff..... " Komolini wanted the shower so bad afterall, her labia juices had made her groin area itchy and that was because of that silly but arousing hallucination with that unknown marathi man and she hated to admit it but felt her high cheek bones turning crimson until Rupu sat besides her with the two cups of coffee. 

No sooner had the cups settled on the center table, Komolini asked....."Rupu what's wrong, is it a problem if we visit Probal right now? Look....I am highly...distre...."

But the line remained incomplete as Rupu cut through it like a slicing knife....

"No Komo di, there is no need ..."

"No need?" 

"They won't allow you to meet Probal until......" Rupu stopped and looked up to see Hiyan getting out with a towel wiping his hair. Her heart ached and she felt awkward in telling the truth to a mother of a grown up college boy who was just next room. 

"Rupu!!!!!! What is it??" 

Komolini felt irked to the fullest by now. She felt her cousin's lips fumbling and almost as if a tension creeped within her body everywhere. 

A silence had taken place and Rupu had almost begun..... "Komo di, you might have to sle......"

But with a quick thump she stopped as Hiyan wore a fresh tshirt and joined them with a concerning voice....

"Maa....get freshened up! We need to leave now...."

"No Hiyan....not tonight, there is no appointment made...." Rupu passed his coffee mug and gestured him to sit calm but Hiyan lost his cool....

"Aunty what do you mean???? I want to meet pappa Goddamnit!!!!!!" 

Rupu just remained calm and told Hiyan to sit quietly and assured him in other ways....."we will visit him soon Hiyan...." 

Hiyan had something more to say but Komolini touched his shoulder and blinked softly in her usual motherly way which somewhat calmed him down and then she admonished him...."it's not meant to be a vacation Hiyan, get to your studies...."

With a half hearted expression, Hiyan went back to the room leaving Komolini with Rupu along with a strange silence that surrounded them. Taking a slow sip from her mug, she insisted Rupu to open up.....

"Rupu, what is it? Tell me everything....I can't bear this tension!" 

"Realising Hiyan's complete absence, Rupu finally spilled the beans slowly based on her visit to the prison in the morning....

Flashback to the morning visit -

After Probal spilled out each detail to Rupu inside the cozy dim prison corridor, he breathed out a big sigh and smacked his head in helplessness. His condition was weakening slowly due to the mediocre diet offered to him and his facial hair unkempt to the point he resembled a worn out defeated man already. 

Rupu touched his shoulder and excused herself from the cell and immediately reached Ganpat Gawande who sat on his chair and had two havaldars massage his shoulders almost like his personal slaves. 

"Insp Gawande..... My client has told each and everything about his innocence and I know Minister Aapte is involved!" 

"So? I have seen the proof myself too!" Ganpat puffed out his cigarette and shouted at the havaldars to be more firm. The loud tone was enough to stirr Rupu as her nipples felt a breeze pass by them and her groin area puffed a burp out for some reason. The sensation was embarrassing with her lower lips throbbing right there as she was demanding bail for her client and being aroused by Ganpat's loud voice at the same time. 

Still, adjusting her hair, Rupu pleaded...."please....let me have the proofs, I can free my client!!" 

"Hmmmm one condition!" 

"Condition?" Rupu raised an eyebrow and saw the officer get up and adjust his pants before sitting again. That was when she was quite sure she saw his bulge well humped against his khaki trouser and she gasped softly at the sheer size of it almost as if the man had stuffed a 300 ml beer can inside, but then her mental trance broke when Gawande opened his phone and showed it to her. 

"This picture....it's his wife right?" 

Rupu realised it was surely Komolini's picture. She was dbangd in a silky maroon saree with a navy blue sleeveless blouse and she gazed at the camera with a purse in her hand while a clean shaved Probal in blazer stood by her with his hand around her shoulder. 

"I need her!" Ganpat puffed out some clearly sarcastic smoke and sat back on his chair leaving Rupu totally confused as she took a deep breath and sternly spat back....

"I didn't get you!"

"You clearly did vakil sahiba! Think again. Just one night and I will release her husband!" 

Rupu got up immediately and thumped the table before leaving...."You are a disgusting creep!!" 

The only thing Rupu easily heard was the sarcastic chuckles from Ganpat as she crossed the threshold of the prison. 

................

Now back to present, a creepy silence took place in the entire hall. With her mouth covered with both hands, Rupu didn't just gather the courage to face her cousin who was as silent as a coffin in the grave. Unaware of all this, Hiyan continued his studies since he was in middle of wn assignment which he took special permission for completing it during the trip to Pune. 

The first crack in the silence finally appeared with the lowest yet bewildered tone from Komolini....

"Did.....did..he actually....say....such a thing??" 

"Yes Komo di..."

The statement made Komolini shiver as if a tremor entered a silent calm village. Although the village suffered from drought and dryness and it was the most frightening anticipation with a thrill of a dark curiosity within. Komolini got up and stood by the window taking a deep breath and scolding herself to why she felt mischievous shivers like she was a virgin girl about to go on a date. 

This was a tyrant cop asking her to sleep with him in exchange of her husband's bail! 

"Rupu....you didn't even try....."

"No Komo di.......I tried to bail him,  but the judge was easily sold!" 

Komolini could sense a genuine greif in her cousin's tone but even if she hadn't met Ganpat Gawande, he was the worst enemy in her eyes now. Holding the grill firm, she kept quiet while Rupu continued with a rub on her cousin's blouse clad shoulder...."Komo di.....I will try finding a w...."

But she was shut firm when Komolini turned to face her and having her big orbs up and then dropping them gently, she sternly murmured....

"I want to meet Insp. Gawande!!" 

Rupu was shocked....."No Komo di..... Don't do this please.....think of Hiyan....you are a middle aged mot...." 

"Don't tell him anything..... I want to hear it from that bastard myself!"

........

The night refused to settle into silence.

After dinner, Komolini quietly slipped into her favourite parrot-green nightie, the familiar cotton falling gently over the soft contours of her body. She paused before the old dressing mirror, absent-mindedly running a comb through her thick black hair, now interrupted here and there by stubborn little silver strands that shimmered beneath the yellow bulb. Time had changed her, but it had done so with remarkable kindness.

The years of ordinary middle-class living had spread themselves evenly across her frame instead of weighing heavily upon it. She had grown fuller rather than stout, gently curvaceous rather than imposing. As she sat down, two tiny folds appeared at her modest belly beneath the nightie, disappearing again whenever she straightened her posture. Her ample bosom rested naturally against the fabric, giving her a dignified, maternal grace that no expensive beauty treatment could imitate. She studied herself for a long moment, wondering when exactly she had begun looking less like the young bride in old albums and more like the dependable woman everyone instinctively leaned upon.

Despite the awful words from Rupu just a while ago, a faint smile tugged at her lips.

"The green looks ravishing on you, Komo..."

The memory drifted back with startling clarity. Probal's voice had always carried that teasing warmth, as though he had discovered a secret no one else could see. 

She remembered the countless evenings when those words were inevitably followed by affectionate little kisses upon her shoulder while he stood behind her, making her laugh despite herself—until Hiyan's impatient voice from the dining room would echo through the house.

"Maa! Dinner!"

The spell would always break then.

She smiled again, though the smile faded almost immediately.

As her comb slowed, another memory crept forward—this one darker, unwelcome. Rupu's disturbing words resurfaced from some neglected corner of her mind, words she had spent months trying not to remember. They had left behind no clear sentence anymore, only an unpleasant feeling, like dampness trapped beneath old walls. She shook her head instinctively, trying to brush the thought away along with a loose strand of hair.

The room felt unusually still.

Too still.

Without warning, the reflection behind her began to blur. Shadows gathered in the mirror's corners like thin ribbons of mist, curling lazily upward. The haze thickened, almost playfully, until it seemed to spill from the edges of the dressing table itself. Komolini blinked once.

Twice.

Then someone emerged from within the pale fog.

"Boo."

Her breath caught violently.

"P... Probbb...aaall..."

For one impossible heartbeat, she believed.

"There now," he whispered with the same familiar smile. "Shhh... don't wake Hiyan."

There he stood exactly as memory insisted he should—clean-shaven except for the thin moustache resting above his lip, thick curly hair refusing to stay in place, eyes dancing with the same harmless mischief that had irritated and charmed her in equal measure for decades.

He stepped closer.

Closer.

His fingers lightly gathered a small handful of her matronly hip through the nightie, drawing her toward him until she could almost imagine the warmth of another living body. She felt what seemed like the faintest tremor of breath near the curve of her neck and a gentle but prominent nudge of his aroused groin against her big buttocks through the nightie. 

"Hmmm... my favourite green nightie."

His nose brushed gently against her hair as though inhaling a fragrance he had missed for years.

Komolini closed her eyes.

The room disappeared.

Every forgotten comfort, every ordinary evening they had once shared, seemed to rush back at once. A tiny, involuntary sigh escaped her lips as tears gathered beneath her closed eyelids.

"Stay..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please... don't disappear again..."

Silence.

The warmth vanished.

The breath.

The fingers.

Everything.

Her eyes flew open.

Only the empty mirror stared back.

No mist.

No Probal.

No smiling reflection waiting behind her.

Just herself.

The loneliness struck so suddenly that anger surged through her chest. For one reckless instant she wanted to smash the mirror into glittering pieces, to punish it for giving her hope she had no right to feel.

Then the illusion shattered completely.

"Maa..."

Hiyan's loud, sleepy whimper came from the bed.

The ordinary sound tore through the room like daylight breaking into a dream.

Komolini lowered her trembling hand, took a slow breath, and turned away from the mirror, leaving behind the ghost that had never truly been there. Forgetting evrything, the mother inside her showed up as she rushed to her whimpering son and she rubbed his chest trying to wake him up.....

"Hiyan??? What's wrong shona???" 

But Hiyan clutched the pillow firm and pleaded.....

"Maa....naaa uhhhh save me ....save me from these monsters!!!" 

Komolini was left confused as she sat besides her whimpering son who had trickles of sweat beads on his forehead and looked tensed and perhaps much more then it. 

Whispering his name, trying to wake him up, Komolini wondered....

"What monsters is he referring to??"

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I think Ganpat Gawande is the one, komolini have to marry to save probal(so damm sexy).Ganpat will definetly do it in bdsm and roughly manner....  ...let see.

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