[ananth1986]

Alex is pushing Raju but
Roz and Raju are deep in love
without knowing it.

[Neelkantha]

ananth1986 ~ I think Alex is acting like the Sutradhar between two of them. And you are right. The both love each other deeply.

[Neelkantha]

Part 209 – Madam Unleashed Havoc Upon Raju

 

Pihu’s POV- “The next day, as I was heading to Rozina Madam’s house, I went with the intention of surprising her by giving her a kiss. But little did I know that, instead of me surprising her, I was the one in for a surprise, and a delightful one at that!” Saying this, Raju looked at me and laughed. I (Pihu) asked him, “What kind of surprise? Who gave it to you? Your Madam?” Laughing once again in response, Raju said, “You’ll only find that out by listening to the story, Mami (aunty). I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun for you by saying it away beforehand. Just keep listening to my story.” With that, Raju once again began to recount his story to me: “Just like every other evening, I arrived at Madam’s house right on time that day. In the beginning, Madam used to stay late at the university, working alone; occasionally, the two of us would travel to her home together. Sometimes she would be late in arriving, and I would sit downstairs with the watchman, waiting for her. But all of this belongs to the early days; none of that happens anymore. Nowadays, just like everyone else, Madam leaves the university on time to head home. She arrives there before I do, gets dressed up, and waits for me. Previously, Madam used to wear only sarees, especially when she was in front of me. But now, in addition to sarees, she also appears before me wearing just her nightie. Sometimes she wears a bra underneath; sometimes she doesn't. On the days she goes without a bra, she leans forward in front of me, giving me a clear and deliberate display of her boobs. And I, in turn, get to feast my eyes upon them. However, to this day, I have never seen her boobs completely bare, fully exposed from the front. Consequently, a deep desire to see her boobs completely uncovered, right before my eyes, has always lingered in my mind. Yet, I have never actually voiced this desire to her. I have no idea how she would react if she were to learn that I want to see her bare boobs. I simply cannot take that risk. Anyway, parading her boobs before me while wearing a bra-less nightie had become something of a habit for Madam. Nowadays, she spends most of her time in my presence wearing just her nightie. Occasionally, she would wear a saree. But on the days she did wear a saree, it always appeared to be quite an expensive one. In the past, she used to wear fairly ordinary sarees; but now, she has, in a sense, stopped wearing ordinary sarees altogether. Instead, she opts for sheer, translucent sarees with open-weave textures, paired with a matching blouse. She used to wear blouses with standard sleeves, but now she has started wearing sleeveless blouses. Those sarees are so incredibly thin and sheer that for me, there was never any difficulty in gazing upon her body. She dbangd her saree around herself in such a sensuous manner that every single curve of her figure stood out beautifully and distinctly beneath the fabric. She looked incredibly, almost dangerously, sexy. Just the sight of her was enough to make my cock go rock hard in instant. However, by now, I no longer even bothered to hide my erection in front of her. Instead, I would deliberately flaunt it to Madam, stroking my cock right through my trousers. Madam would notice this, yet she never said a word to me. Instead, she would simply smile shyly at the sight. I felt that just as I harbored a deep desire to see her boobs, she, too, surely harbored a craving to see my cock. Yet, just as I had never found the opportunity to see her boobs until now, she, too, had not yet had the chance to lay eyes on my cock. Amidst all this, another incident occurred, one I must recount before moving on to the main event. I had mentioned earlier that, for the first three months, I used only the common bathroom in Madam's house. However, ever since the day she called me into her bedroom to hand her towel, bra, and panties, I began using her private bathroom instead. Madam raised no objections to this. It was in this context that a particular incident took place one day. One day, I went into her bathroom to urinate. As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes fell upon the hanger on the wall. The moment I saw it, my heart seemed to stop beating for a split second. There, hanging right before me on the wall-mounted hanger, was Madam's bra. This very discovery left me utterly astonished. For never, in all this time, had I ever seen Madam leave her bra or panties lying around, be it in her bathroom or in any other corner of the house. Nor had I ever caught a glimpse of her lingerie in the days that followed that initial incident. It was only on that specific day, after all that time, that I finally got to see her bra. I thought to myself her panties were probably somewhere nearby as well. I searched thoroughly, but I couldn't find her panties in any corner of the bathroom. I was certainly disappointed, but at least I did have her bra. I took the bra, which was hanging from a hanger, into my hands. I had noticed that very day that Madam wears a size 36DD bra, though I hadn't had the opportunity to examine it closely back then. So, now, holding her bra in my hands, I began to gaze at it at my leisure. The bra was quite large in size, something that was evident just by looking at it. Yet, as I held it in my hands, only one thought crossed my mind: just how massive must Madam's boobs be to require a bra of such a large size? I observed that the cups of her bra were quite large and deep. I slipped my hand inside the cups; my entire hand, right up to the wrist, fit inside them. I had now gained a fairly good idea of the size of her boobs, even though I still hadn't had the chance to see them properly with my own eyes. However, having now laid eyes on her bra, my craving to see her actual boobs intensified even further from that day onward.”

“Now, let me get to the actual incident. That day, I arrived at Madam’s house right on time and rang the doorbell. As usual, the moment I rang the bell, Madam opened the door and let me inside. As soon as I stepped in, Madam closed the door and came to stand right in front of me. That day, try as I might, I simply could not take my eyes off Madam. She had dressed up and adorned herself beautifully before appearing before me. She was wearing a thin, sheer, pink georgette chiffon saree paired with a matching blouse. Her blouse was simultaneously deep-cut in the front, sleeveless on the sides, and backless at the rear. The blouse covered very little of her bosom, and her two large boobs were practically spilling out of it. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt utterly mesmerized. I found myself gazing at her repeatedly, admiring her from head to toe. Madam looked so incredibly beautiful and sexy in that saree and blouse that words fail me; it is simply beyond my ability to describe in words. I felt as though a beautiful celestial nymph had descended from heaven and come to stand right before me. That pink saree dbangd over her fair skin created such a breathtakingly stunning effect, I simply cannot do it justice with my words. Moreover, her saree was so thin and sheer that every single contour of her body was clearly visible through it. To top it off, she had dbangd the saree two inches below her navel. Through that sheer fabric, I had absolutely no trouble seeing her bare fleshy belly and the deep, alluring navel situated exact right in the center of it. For a while, I simply stood there, staring at her fair, fleshy midriff. Then, my gaze drifted upward toward her blouse. Her boobs, peeking out from the blouse, were clearly on display. It crossed my mind that Madam might have accidentally put on a blouse that was too small for her size, it truly looked as though her boobs were on the verge of bursting right out of it. And emerging from that sleeveless blouse, her milky-white and shapely arms, I felt as though I had completely lost my mind upon seeing her arms. Furthermore, her broad back, revealed by that backless blouse, seemed to be beckoning me closer. Finally, my gaze settled upon her face. How could I possibly describe her countenance? Words would surely fail me in the attempt either as well. Yet, I shall try regardless. Madam usually kept her hair tied up in a bun; but on that day, she had left her silky, luxuriant tresses flowing loose. Her long, silky locks cascaded over one shoulder, partially obscuring one side of her face. She wore a gold necklace around her neck, gold bangles on her wrists, gold earrings in her ears, and a gold nose ring. On her feet, she wore anklets adorned with tiny bells, which chimed melodiously with every movement of her ankles. She also wore a gold waist-chain around her waist. All that gold seemed to shimmer and glow even brighter against her fair and luscious body. She had also applied her makeup with exquisite skill; kohl lined her eyes, and her lips were painted a lovely shade of crimson red. Moreover, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted from her body. It was difficult for me to distinguish how much of that scent came from her body spray and how much was her own natural body fragrance. All I can say is that the subtle aroma emanating from her was potent enough to leave anyone utterly intoxicated. And as that very moment I was surely intoxicated by her fully. Looking at her, it seemed as though she had dressed up and adorned herself so elaborately for the sake of a beloved one. For quite some time, Madam stood right there before me, granting me the opportunity to gaze upon her to my heart's content. Then, with a smile, she asked, ‘Is it your intention to stand here staring at me for the entire evening? If you have finished admiring me, shall we go and sit down? My legs are giving out from all this standing.’ Laughing in response, I replied, ‘What can I do, Madam? If someone as breathtakingly stunning as you stands right before me, then admiring you is simply inevitable, isn't it?’ In response, Madam smiled slightly, raised her eyebrows, and asked me, ‘Did you just call me 'stunning'?’ I replied, ‘Well, you certainly are nothing short of stunning.’ Madam asked, ‘Is that really how you feel?’ I said, ‘Why just me? Go ahead and ask any man in this world that question, you’ll get the exact same answer.’ Madam said, ‘Alright, you can offer the rest of your compliments while sitting down. There’s no need for yourself to keep standing at the door.’ I asked, ‘Are you going out somewhere? Should I take my leave, then?’ Madam had just turned to go inside, but upon hearing my question, she paused; turning back to face me, she said, ‘Not at all. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you. Come inside like a good boy and sit down.’ Saying this, she started walking further into the room. Following close behind her, I asked, ‘Then why are you so dressed up? Seeing you so beautifully adorned, I assumed you must be heading out somewhere.’ Madam turned back toward me once again and asked, ‘So, do I look bad when I dress up?’ I replied, ‘I didn't say that.’ Madam retorted, ‘Well, you didn't actually say how I do look, either. Do you??” I said, ‘You look absolutely gorgeous today. And also...’ I stopped abruptly, leaving the sentence unfinished. Raising her eyebrows once more, this time with a look of curiosity, Madam asked me, ‘What happened? Why did you stop mid-sentence? Tell me, what were you going to say?’ I shrugged my shoulders and replied her, ‘Oh, never mind, Madam. You might get offended. And I certainly don't want to spoil your mood by making you angry.’ Madam, casting yet another curious glance in my direction through the rim of her glasses and asked, ‘Why would I get angry with you?’ I replied, ‘What I am about to say might actually make you angry. And I know that very well.’ Madam said, ‘I won't get angry. Tell me. I want to know what impression of me you hold in your heart.’ I asked, ‘Do you truly wish to hear the impression I harbor in my mind regarding you?’ Madam replied, ‘Absolutely! Tell me.’ I said, ‘Fine. Then listen. What I was trying to say is that today, you don't merely look beautiful or lovely or gorgeous or stunning; you look sexy as well.’ She likely hadn't anticipated that I would call her "sexy" so directly, right to her face. Hearing the word "sexy" escape my lips, Madam was certainly taken aback for a moment, though she quickly regained her composure. However, I noticed her fair cheeks turning crimson. Whether this flush was a sign of anger or of embarrassment became clear to me from the very next question she asked me.”

“Madam asked softly, ‘Do you really find me sexy?’ I replied, ‘The way you look today, in this outfit, the word ‘sexy’ would perhaps not be enough to describe it. And right now, I have only one word to describe you. And that is: ‘Kamadevi!’ (Goddess of lust) You look like a veritable Goddess of Love.’ Hearing these words of mine, both her cheeks turned as red as Kashmiri apples. She lowered her eyes for a moment. Then, lifting her gaze, she asked, ‘Tell me the absolute truth: do I not seem old to you?’ I replied, ‘If you choose to perceive yourself as old, you could feel aged even at twenty. However, if you consider yourself young at eighty, you will remain youthful. Now, it is entirely up to you to decide how you wish to view yourself, as old, or as young?’ Madam remarked, ‘That isn't really an answer to my question.’ I said, ‘I have, in fact, already given my answer. But if you insist on a more direct reply, then I will say this: in my eyes, you have never been old, not for a single moment.’ Madam said nothing more. Gesturing toward the sofa, she said, ‘Sit down. I’ll be right back.’ Just as she turned to leave, I reached out, took her hand in mine, and stopped her. She turned back to face me and asked, ‘What is it? Let me go.’ I replied, ‘No. Sit down here first. I want to take a good, long look at you.’ Without a word, Madam started to move toward the sofa opposite me. I stopped her once again and said, ‘Not there. Come sit here, right beside me. You took such great care to dress up and adorn yourself especially for me; surely you can grant me the opportunity to admire you. Won’t you?’ Madam came over and sat down right next to me. Then, looking at me, she said, ‘Who told you that I dressed up for your sake? I simply felt like dressing up and looking my best today, and that is why I got ready. Why on earth would I bother dressing up just for you?’ Madam spoke these words with the air of a lover teasing her beloved. I laughed and said, ‘Alright, very well. I accept that you didn't dress up for me. You dressed up solely for your own pleasure. But surely I have the right to look at you, don't I?’ I deliberately placed extra emphasis on the word "right", a nuance that made Madam turn toward me once again she looked, but said nothing. After a brief pause, she spoke: ‘When have I ever stopped you from looking at me? You are free to look as you please. I won't stop you at all.’ Having said this, she turned her face away. It seemed to me that she was trying to hide her bashfulness from me. Now, neither Madam, nor even I myself, was prepared for what I did next. I gently cupped her face in my hands, and as I turned her toward me, I said, ‘If you turn your face away from me like this, how am I supposed to behold your beauty to its fullest?’ Until today, I had only ever touched Madam's hands. Aside from her hands, I had never touched any other part of her body; yet today, it felt as though a voice deep within me was screaming: "Raju, this is your chance, the moment to claim your Madam. Do not hesitate. Make her yours. Give her that experience of ultimate ecstasy, the very bliss she has been searching for all this time.” The moment I touched her face and turned it toward mine, it felt as though Madam’s body had frozen completely, rigid as ice. I could hear the rapid beating of her heart even from where I sat. Her body was trembling ever so slightly, as if she already knew exactly what was about to unfold in near future. I gazed into her eyes and said, ‘Madam, and I say this with my hands upon you, I find you to be the most beautiful and sexy woman of all. There is likely no one else in this world as beautiful and sexy as you are. It makes no difference to me whether you are forty-six or twenty-six; to me, you will always remain just as beautiful as you appear to me right now. And please, do not mistake this for mere flirting. I do not know how to flirt, nor do I care for it. You wanted to know what I truly felt about you, didn't you? Well, this, this is exactly how I feel about you.’ This time, too, Madam said nothing. Nor did she pull her face away from my hands. She simply continued to gaze into my eyes through her spectacles, without blinking. And I, in turn, gazed into hers. Today, for the very first time, I saw but one thing reflected in her eyes... Love. Just boundless love. The very love she had hungered for. The very love she had yearned for, agonizingly, for the past ten years. The very love she had been driven mad searching for. That very love, I saw it reflected in her eyes at that moment. Gently, I removed the glasses from her eyes. Then, I brought my face in close, right up against hers. Now, the space between our faces was no more than an inch. We gazed into each other’s eyes, silently. Without a word spoken. Without even blinking. My breath caressed every contour of her face; the warmth of her breath, in turn, felt as though it were melting mine. I could wait no longer. I lowered my face further and kissed her on the forehead. Then, I looked into her eyes once more; now, they held nothing but love. Finally, I lowered my lips and pressed them against her soft, crimson lips.”

“It felt to me as though Madam had surrendered herself completely to fate. An air of "come what may" permeated her entire being. Her soft, luscious lips quivered between mine. And so, holding her lips captive between my own, I began to kiss her. This was only the second time in my life I had ever kissed anyone. The first time, I had kissed you, mami. And on that day, I was kissing a woman other than you, a woman who happened to be my teacher. Yet, in that moment, she was not merely a teacher to me; she was a woman who had been living a stifled existence for the past ten years, and I yearned to liberate her from that captivity. Slowly, tentatively, I slipped my arm around her waist; drawing her close to me, I pressed my lips against hers and began to kiss her. Madam had already closed her eyes. Yet, she neither pulled her lips nor her face away from me. Nor did she make any move to reciprocate. Whatever was to be done, I had to do it myself. And so, holding her lips firmly between mine, I began not only to kiss them but to suck on them as well. First, I ran my tongue over the crimson sheen of her lips. In an instant, I tasted her lipstick on my tongue. Mami, this was the second time, since you, that I was tasting the lipstick from a woman's lips with my tongue. Slowly, deliberately, I licked away all the lipstick from her lips. Then, I began to suck on her lips, gently at first, and then with increasing intensity with time. Holding her lips firmly between mine, I squeezed them gently, drinking in the sweet nectar of her lips. After a long while of kissing, licking, and sucking on her lips, I finally ventured to slip my tongue inside her mouth. My hand slid down from her waist, coming to rest upon her belly. At that moment, I was touching only her I had grasped it. But as I placed my hand upon her belly, I felt as though I had plunged my hand into a packet of butter, so incredibly soft and supple. I clenched the flesh of her belly tightly within my fist. This must surely have caused Madam some pain. She parted her lips to gasp, and I immediately slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Madam opened her eyes and looked at me, then closed them once again. She did not push my tongue out of her mouth, yet she made no move of her own either; just as before, she remained passive. I moved my tongue to rest against hers and began to gently suck on it. My hands, too, remained restless; they roamed wildly across Madam’s exposed belly. I slid a finger deep into her navel and began to swirl it around in slow, circular motions. I knew full well that enduring such intense stimulation all at once would be difficult for any woman, especially for one who had been deprived of such physical pleasures for the past ten years. Who knows how much pent-up sexual desire must have accumulated within her body over the last decade? And this desire was no less explosive than any gunpowder in the world. My sole mission was to ignite this internal "gunpowder" of lust within her, and that was precisely what I was setting out to do. Now, Madam, too, was gradually becoming active. She reached her hands around the back of my neck, pulled my head toward her, and began to kiss and suck on my lips with the exact same intensity with which I had been kissing and sucking on hers just moments before. At long last, the dam of her patience had burst, and waves of desire came crashing down upon her. She was slowly drowning in those very waves of lust rising from deep within herself. And, much like any drowning person reaching out for a lifeline, she grasped at whatever, or whoever, was closest to her hands, i.e. me. She gripped me tightly pressing her lips against mine, she kept on kissing me, all the while sucking on my tongue as well. All in all, she had become just as restless and eager as I was. And it was precisely this overwhelming desire that caused me to forget Alex’s advice, leading me to commit a grave error. Alex had repeatedly warned me not to make the first move myself, to let Madam take the initiative. But in that moment, Alex’s counsel had completely vanished from my mind; I had simply been swept away by my own emotions. And right there, I made a huge mistake, one that I absolutely should not have made. After spending a considerable amount of time thoroughly admiring Madam’s bare belly and deep navel, I slowly began to move my hand upward across her belly. Gradually, my hand reached her chest. My trembling palm now rested upon her soft boobs, confined beneath her blouse and bra. I was just about to grasp the pallu (lapel) of her saree and pull it away from her chest when, quite suddenly, Madam, who had been kissing me, opened her eyes once again and looked at me startling. She, too, had realized exactly what I was about to do. I had assumed that, just as I had managed to kiss her with such ease, I would be able to carry out the rest of my intentions just as effortlessly. But I was wrong. The moment I reached to lift the pallu of her saree from her chest, Madam instantly pulled her lips away from mine and disengaged her body from mine, recoiling backward. Then, pushing against my chest to shove me away, she stood up. I had not anticipated that anything like this would happen. Perhaps Madam, too, had not foreseen that I would go this far. She was likely not prepared for it. She continued to stare at me with a look of utter disbelief. It was only then that I realized what a massive mistake I had made. In the heat of the moment, I had lost my head and allowed such a golden opportunity to slip right through my fingers. I began to feel furious with myself. Yet, at that point, there was nothing I could do, even if I had wanted to. What was done, was already done. And sure enough it simple can’t be undone. At least not at that very moment.” (Contd.)

 

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[Neelkantha]

Part 210 – A Golden Opportunity Slipped Through Raju's Fingers

 

Pihu’s POV- “The moment Madam placed her hand against my chest, pushed me away, and stood back, distancing herself from me, I instantly realized that, in the heat of the moment, I had lost my head and committed a grave error, one I absolutely should not have made. Especially at such a delicate juncture. Yet, what was done was done; try as I might, I could not change it.” As Raju recounted his story to me, he continued, “That was when I recalled another piece of advice Alex had given me. He had told me that if I ever felt the situation suddenly turning serious, I should use my wits to try and bring it under control. Bearing that in mind, I said to Madam, ‘Sorry, Madam, I was just...’ but I couldn't finish my sentence. Before I could complete my thought, Madam held up her hand to stop me. Without saying another word, she ran off toward her bedroom. And the very next moment, I heard the loud sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. I sat there alone, feeling like a fool, gazing in the direction Madam had gone. As soon as I heard the loud thud of her bedroom door closing, my mind kicked back into gear. I thought to myself: if Madam were to do something rash out of guilt, the entire blame would fall squarely on me. I needed to go after her immediately; God forbid she were even contemplating doing something drastic, I would be there to stop her. I instantly rose from my seat and ran toward Madam’s bedroom. The bedroom door was indeed closed, but it wasn't locked. I opened the door and stepped inside, but I couldn't see Madam anywhere within the room. Just then, I heard a sound coming from the bathroom. I immediately rushed over to the bathroom door. Before I could even knock, I heard another sound. I pressed my ear against the door. I heard the sound of weeping. Madam was crying inside. At the same time, she was speaking as well. I strained to listen. Sobbing, Madam was saying, ‘I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to do it at all. It just... happened.’ She began to weep again. Hearing her cry like that, I started to feel terrible. It felt as though I was the one who had made a mistake by kissing her. I was the one who had left her so vulnerable that she, too, had been swept away by her emotions. But now, she was regretting it, feeling that she had made a mistake. And that was why she was acting this way. Overcome with guilt, she was sobbing uncontrollably. I gently knocked on the door. Then, in a soft voice, I said, ‘Madam, please come out.’ The moment she heard my voice, the sound of weeping from inside ceased. For a few moments, a profound silence hung over the entire room. I was just about to speak again when I heard Madam’s voice. From inside the bathroom, she called out to me, ‘Could you please go sit outside? I’ll be out in a little while.’ I asked, ‘Madam, are you alright?’ She replied, ‘I’m fine. You go on; I’ll be right there.’ I said nothing more. I quietly stepped out, sat down on the sofa, and waited for Madam to appear. Slowly, time began to drag on. Every passing moment felt like an eternity to me. But after about ten minutes, Madam finally emerged from her room. Once again, she came and stood directly before me. I looked up at her. Her face, neck, and the upper part of her chest were drenched with water. Droplets of water were trickling down her face, soaking her expensive saree and blouse. Her hair, too, particularly the strands framing her face, was wet, with water dripping from it as well. The water had washed away her makeup; the kohl from her eyes had run, pooling in dark smudges beneath them. I had already wiped away her lipstick earlier. Yet, despite it all, her face still looked incredibly beautiful. However, at that moment, neither she nor I had our minds focused on such things. The instant Madam came and stood before me, I blurted out, ‘I am so very sorry, Madam. That was not my intention at all. I was merely...’ Once again, I was unable to finish my sentence. For she interrupted me mid-sentence, stopping me from saying anything further. As I fell silent, she looked at me and said, ‘What we did today was wrong. We shouldn't have done it. We absolutely should not have done it. We both got carried away by our emotions and committed a huge mistake. We both should have exercised restraint over our feelings. Anyway, what’s done is done; we cannot change it now. However, we can be vigilant going forward to ensure that such a mistake never happens again.’ I tried to offer a reply, but she cut me off once more and spoke herself: ‘I’m not feeling quite well today. I won’t be able to tutor you today. You may leave now. Bye, and good night.’ After that exchange, it would have been inappropriate for me to linger there any longer. And indeed, I didn't. With a voice trembling slightly, I said, ‘Good night, Madam. And once again, I’m sorry,’ before leaving her home. As I made my way back to the hostel, I kept asking myself: Was what I did truly wrong? Should I really not have done it? Was it right to so abruptly liberate the emotions of a woman who had, in a sense, kept them imprisoned within herself for ten long years? Was it right to render her so vulnerable that she would be forced to surrender, to fall to her knees, before her very own feelings? All along the way, these questions gnawed at both my mind and my heart. Yet, I could not find a single satisfactory answer to any of them.”

“‘Look, friend, it’s obvious that you made a mistake,’ Alex said after listening to my entire story. ‘But the mistake isn’t what you think it is.’ I couldn’t make sense of what Alex was saying. I asked him, ‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ He replied, ‘Simply this: your mistake was acting too hastily; you should have exercised a little patience. However, I do not agree with your belief that kissing your Madam, as a way of expressing your feelings for her, was wrong. In my opinion, what you did was exactly the right thing to do. And deep down, your Madam wanted the very same thing, for you to express your feelings to her, to embrace her, and to give her that exquisite pleasure she hasn’t experienced in the last ten years.’ I argued, ‘If that’s truly the case, then why did Madam react the way she did? Why did she cry in the bathroom? Why did she say, through her tears, that she shouldn’t have let that happen? If this is exactly what she wanted, then why did she feel such guilt over it?’ Hearing my point, Alex chuckled slightly and said, ‘I told you something once, do you remember?’ I asked, ‘What was that?’ He replied, ‘It was this: the physical and psychological formation of every woman in this world is far more complex than that of us men. Often, even they themselves don’t fully understand what is going on inside their own minds. And I don’t blame them for that; it is simply an innate trait of theirs. Their psychological constitution is so intricate that, at times, it becomes difficult even for them to think about things in a straightforward manner.’ After listening to this lecture from Alex, I still didn’t understand a thing. Alex continued, ‘Let me explain it to you. Up until now, you’ve been viewing the events of this evening solely from your own perspective. Now, for just a moment, try to look at the entire sequence of events from your Madam’s perspective. Look, first of all, hers was a love marriage. Right? That means she went against her family’s wishes to marry a man she truly loved. Why? According to her, she still loves her husband just as much today as she did ten years ago, before they separated. So, just imagine, somewhere deep within her heart, there is still a lingering love for her husband. Until now, she had believed that it was improper to fall in love a second time after having loved once before. But you convinced her that this notion was entirely wrong. It was you who persuaded her to open her heart to love once again. And she fell in love with you. She began to feel that this would be easy, just like the first time. She thought she would be able to love you with the same effortless ease with which she had loved a man the first time around. She began to repeat all the same gestures and behaviors she had displayed during her first romance. She even tried to woo you, hoping you would fall in love with her. She made every conceivable effort to make that happen. And she felt her efforts had finally paid off when you complimented her, when you openly expressed the feelings of your heart to her. You even assured her that no matter her age, you would continue to love her just as deeply; that her age would make absolutely no difference to you. This was exactly what she had been longing to hear from your lips. And when you finally spoke those very words she had been waiting to hear, she felt as though all her efforts had, at long last, been vindicated. The next step was for you to embrace her. You embraced her. You kissed her. Even at that moment, everything still felt right to her. She saw the figure of a lover emerging within you; in her eyes, you were gradually shedding the persona of a student and transforming into a romantic partner. But, and here is where the rhythm was disrupted, you acted too hastily. That is precisely why I had forbidden you from taking any initiative on your own. I knew that the moment you took matters into your own hands, Madam’s entire perspective would shift instantly. And that is exactly what happened. The very moment you attempted to lift the pallu (lapel) of her saree, she suddenly felt that everything she had been doing with you up until that point was wrong. She shouldn't have done that. In a split second, the bitter memories of her first love compelled her to think this way. She felt as though she was about to repeat the very same mistake she had already made once before. And her mind stopped her from making the same error twice. She withdrew, not from you, but from the beautiful notion that she had begun to fall in love with you. Once again, her emotions retreated into a silent, dark corner of her mind, the very place where they had been held captive for all these years. She convinced herself, yet again, that falling in love is wrong. That she simply cannot fall in love with anyone a second time. That is precisely why she reacted the way she did. Nothing more. In my opinion, there is absolutely no need to be worried about this. Everything is just as normal as it was before.’ After speaking at length, Alex finally fell silent. I looked at him and asked, ‘But what am I supposed to do now?’ Alex laughed and replied, ‘Nothing.’ I asked, ‘What do you mean?’”
“Alex said, ‘Well, ‘nothing’ means exactly that, nothing. Right?’ I replied, ‘Don’t joke around. Just tell me how I can fix my mistake.’ Alex said, ‘Since you haven’t actually made a mistake, how can the question of fixing it even arise?’ I argued, ‘But Madam thinks I’ve made a mistake, doesn’t she? And she thinks she’s made one, too. Now, tell me, how am I supposed to convince her that neither I nor she has done anything wrong?’ Alex said, ‘Have some patience, my friend. You’re about to act too hastily once again. You won’t need to explain anything to her. Just give her a little time; she’ll figure out what she needs to understand all on her own. For now, don’t go to her house for tuition for the next two or three days.’ I exclaimed, ‘For two or three days?! Alex replied, ‘Yes. Don’t go to her house for two or three days. Go only when she invites you over herself.’ I said, ‘Impossible! Even if I never went to her house again, she still wouldn’t invite me.’ Alex insisted, ‘She definitely will. You’ve reignited the flame of desire within her once again. And for a woman, it is difficult to resist that flame of desire. Take my advice and wait for two or three days. I’m certain that during that time, you’ll receive a summons from her.’ I asked, ‘And what if I don’t?’ Alex said, ‘In that case, do whatever you please. But for now, don’t do anything for the next two or three days. Don’t go to her house, and don’t approach her at the university either. Understood?’ I nodded my head, agreeing to follow his advice. For the next two days, I didn’t step out of the hostel. I went neither to the university nor to Madam’s house. Two days passed just like that. I received no call from Madam. It began to look as though Alex’s prediction was proving wrong. I made up my mind: tomorrow, I would go to her house, and I would apologize to her as well. I would ask for it. But I didn't need to. Because, just as Alex had predicted, the very next day, I actually received a call from Madam herself. The moment I answered, I heard Madam’s anxious voice: ‘Why haven't you been coming to the university for the past two days? Is your health alright?’ I replied, ‘I'm fine, Madam.’ Madam said, ‘Then you neither came to the university nor showed up for your studies for two whole days. Why is that? Your exams are drawing near, and here you are, goofing off at the hostel!’ I began, ‘Well, Madam, I...’ Cutting me off mid-sentence, Madam said, ‘Come over for your studies this evening. To my house.’ Saying this, she hung up. I was absolutely ecstatic. Alex said, ‘Now, don't be hasty at all. And yes, make sure you explain one thing clearly to your Madam: that falling in love isn't wrong. Nor is fulfilling one's desires. Understood?’ I laughed and nodded my head. That very evening, I arrived at Madam's house at exactly six o'clock. As soon as I rang the doorbell, Madam opened the door and let me inside. After closing the door, she looked at me, smiled slightly, and asked, ‘So, has your anger finally cooled down?’ I replied, ‘I wasn't actually angry with you at all. But yes, the way you reacted so suddenly that day, I certainly did get a little scared.’ Madam said, ‘Hmm, sometimes being scared is a good thing. It keeps you in line.’ Sitting down on the sofa, I took her by the arm, pulled her down to sit beside me, and said, ‘But I'm not going to be scared today.’ Madam immediately pulled her arm free from my grasp, moved a little distance away from me, and said, ‘No, you are not going to pull any mischief today. Enough with the mischief. No more.’ I laughed and asked, ‘What exactly are you calling 'mischief,' Madam? My actions, or my love for you?’ Hearing this, she paused for a moment and looked at me. But she didn't say anything. She couldn't find the words. So I spoke up myself: ‘Yes, Madam. What you heard is true. I love you, not as a teacher, but as a lover. And perhaps you love me too, not as a student, but as a lover. Isn't that right? If we both love each other, then why all this pretense?’ Madam replied, ‘What on earth are you saying? I have never loved you! How could I possibly love you?’ I asked, ‘Why couldn't you? Am I that bad-looking? Am I not good at my studies? Am I not smart? And am I not worthy of being loved?’ Madam said, ‘You are. You are handsome, studious, and smart. But yet I cannot love you.’ I asked, ‘And why not?’ Madam replied, ‘Because you are still quite young.’ I said, ‘Madam, love is never bound by age. Love can happen to anyone, at any age. Just as I have fallen in love with you. And perhaps you have fallen in love with me, too, whether you choose to admit it or not.’ Madam fell silent. After a brief pause, I said, ‘Very well. I have my answer. So, listen: I am leaving now. If you truly do not love me, then please, do not stop me from leaving.’ Saying this, I rose from the sofa and turned to leave. But Madam reached out, grasped my hand, and stopped me. She spoke softly: ‘Wait. Don't go. Listen to me. You have your entire future lying ahead of you. Don't waste your time chasing after me like this. Focus on your studies. Focus on your career. That is what will truly be right for you.’ I stopped and replied, ‘Madam, you have always viewed love as something wrong. Simply because you were once deceived in love, you have come to believe that love itself is wrong, that loving someone is a mistake. But that is absolutely not the case.’ Upon hearing this, Madam looked up and glanced at me.”
“I said, ‘Yes, Madam. I admit that you are right. Education, career, jobs, and money, these things matter in everyone’s life. But there is one other thing, equally important, that stands apart from all of these. Something you cannot deny, even if you tried. And that is love. Love isn’t something you do, Madam; it is something that happens to you. It can happen at any time. With anyone. Just as I have fallen in love with you. And this truth, neither I, nor you, can deny it.’ Sitting before her, I took her hands in mine and said, ‘I know that your past experiences with love have not been good. You have received nothing but betrayal in return for your love. But that absolutely does not mean you should stop loving altogether. That isn’t right. Not in the slightest. For so many years, you have kept your mind and your emotions imprisoned deep within yourself. You have lived a stifled existence, suffocating in your own solitude. But no more. How much longer will you continue to live like this? The time has come to live freely. The time has come to liberate the emotions held within you. The time has come to love once again. I am not asking you to love me. Nor will I ever force you to do so. But please, just live freely. Whether you choose to love me or not makes no difference to me. However, the right to love you, that is something no one can take away from me; not even God Himself. I love you, and I will continue to love you until my dying breath. Whether you want that or not.’ Madam replied, ‘I am afraid. Afraid of betrayal. Afraid of love itself. I fear that, in exchange for my love, I will once again receive nothing but deceit. And I simply cannot bear that again. On top of that, you aren’t even half my age. Society will never accept this love of ours. It will condemn our relationship at every turn. And I won’t be able to endure that.’ I said, ‘Why should we concern ourselves with what society thinks? Our only task is to love. And that is exactly what we will do. And please, from now on, do not stifle your emotions. Set them free. Please. For my sake. And for yours.’ Madam said nothing more. I pulled her toward me once again and began to bring my face close to hers. But before I could kiss her, she stepped away from her spot and stood up. Then, sticking her thumb out at me in a teasing gesture, she burst into loud laughter. And then she ran toward the kitchen. I rose from my seat and followed her into the kitchen. She had already heard the sound of my approach. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, holding her tight. She didn't even make an attempt to break free from my grasp. I said, ‘You managed to run away here after teasing me... but how are you going to escape me now?’ Saying this, I planted a kiss on the back of her neck. Feeling my kiss on her neck, she gave a little start. She asked, ‘Are you being naughty again?’ I replied, ‘No, I’m not being naughty; I’m simply expressing my love, to my rather clueless girlfriend.’ Madam turned her head to look at me and said, ‘I’m clueless? And what are you? The sensible one?’ I said, ‘Absolutely! After all, it takes a sensible person to fall in love with someone as clueless as you.’ Madam said, ‘Now, let go of me.’ I replied, ‘I didn't hold you just to let you go!’ Saying this, I turned her around to face me. I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her close. Madam’s body instantly pressed against mine. Her soft boobs pressed against my chest, yielding to the pressure. I brought my face close to hers. This time, Madam herself reached behind my neck, pulled my head toward her, and once again, our lips met. We began to kiss, our lips locked together. Our mouths fused as one, and there, inside the kitchen, we kissed each other with wild abandon. From that day on, our relationship was back on track once again. Every day I used to go to her house to study. And we used to kiss, too. At first, I limited myself to just kissing her. But gradually, my boldness grew. Now, I began kissing her on various places other than just her lips, sometimes on her forehead, sometimes on her cheeks, sometimes on her neck or throat, and sometimes on the upper part of her chest. At first, Madam would protest, saying ‘no, no.’ But now, she doesn't say a word. In fact, she actually enjoys my kisses on these various spots now. She, too, began to enjoy my kisses. Meanwhile, my exams were drawing near. We certainly had our fun, but she remained fully focused on my studies. One day, while kissing her, I remarked, ‘Madam, your boobs are so big. And soft, too.’ By now, I could use words like "boobs" quite boldly in front of her without any hesitation. She didn't mind it at all. She said, ‘Did you let your eyes wander down there again?’ Gently placing my hand on her chest, I replied, ‘The truth is the truth. I’ve only placed my hand there; surely that hasn't ruined your boobs, has it? I haven't even looked at them yet.’ Madam retorted, ‘You’ll only get to look when I let you, isn't that right? The fact that I’ve allowed you to place your hand there should be quite enough for you.’ Without saying another word, I gave Madam’s boobs a gentle squeeze right through her blouse. Yet, Madam said nothing. One day, the moment Madam opened the door, I stepped inside, quickly grabbed her, and began kissing her passionately. She exclaimed, ‘Hey, hey! At least let me close the door first! What will people think if someone sees us?’ I replied, ‘Let them think whatever they want.’ That day, Madam was wearing a nightie with a rather deep neckline. As I held her close, her nightie slipped down slightly, and I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. As soon as I realized this, I began pulling her nightie down even further so that I could catch a glimpse of her boobs. However, Madam sensed exactly what was on my mind. She started trying to pull her nightie back up. In the ensuing tug-of-war, one of her boobs nearly popped right out of her nightie. Madam quickly tucked her tit back inside her nightie and exclaimed, ‘You absolute rascal! You’ve been nothing but trouble the moment you walked in!’ I replied, ‘Well, I’ve seen it now. What are you going to do about it?” Madam laughed and said, ‘So you’ve seen it, what of it?’ I pressed on, ‘I really enjoyed the view. Please, Madam, since I’ve already seen it, why don’t you let me have a proper look?’ Madam teased, ‘Oh, my! Look at the child’s stubbornness, he just has to see my boobs!’ I continued trying to persuade her. Finally, Madam relented and said, ‘If you score 80 percent on the upcoming exam, only then will I let you look at my boobs.’ I countered, ‘And if I score more than 80 percent, you won’t just show me your boobs, you’ll let me touch them, too. Is it a deal?’ Madam replied, ‘I’ll think about it.’ I insisted, ‘No. That won’t do. You have to make a promise.’ Eventually, Madam gave in and agreed. It was settled between the two of us: if I scored over 80 percent on the exam, she would not only show me her boobs but also let me touch them. I began waiting for that day with bated breath.” (Contd.)

 

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