04-12-2019, 10:14 PM
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So far Prabu had come to their house about 5 or six times. He had only visited them when Saravanan was at home. Each visit would last at least an hour or sometimes a little more than that. As his presence in the house became familiar to everyone he was slowly being taken as one of the family. In one instance he had dinner with them before going home. In another instance he visited them on a Sunday and had lunch with them. On that day he spent more time than usual in their home talking mainly to Saravanan but including her to in the conversation whenever he could. He would praise her cooking highly. She would smile, appreciative of his compliment.
“My wife’s cooking is always super,” Saravanan would agree with him.
His compliments made her feel very happy. She too got used to having him home. As she got more familiar with having him there, she also got more comfortable in his presence. She had actually complained to her husband when he had first come home that he seemed to be leering at women. Her husband had assured her it was just his young age and men at that age would behave like that, but it would soon be alright as they grow older. Now she too didn’t take that aspect of his behaviour seriously.
All that was when he visited them when her husband was home but when he first came home when she was all alone, she felt a bit uncomfortable. She had no choice but to invite him in as she had got to know him for a few days. She couldn’t very well tell him to go away.
However, Prabu’s motives from the beginning was somehow to seduce her. When he had first seen her in the temple he had been stunned by her beauty. He had noticed the mangalsutra round her neck and the toes rings on her toes.
He started wondering, “ who is the lucky fellow to have married this beautiful angel.”
Her beauty had overwhelmed him on the very first time he set his eyes on her. He felt that he must see her again and again. He often came to the temple just for the opportunity to see her. She used to come to the temple most days with her children. He discretely started enquiring about her.
It was the temple priest who told him,” she is the wife a big shop proprietor Saravanan.”
Only then he came to realise that she was the wife of his old friend Saravanan.
“Why is she coming alone with the children, doesn’t Saravanan come along,” he asked.
“He only comes here with his family on Fridays, the priest replied. “Why are you asking? You seem to be asking a lot about her,” he said with a little suspicion.
“No, no don’t take me wrong. Saravanan is my old friend. It’s just that I want to meet him,” he said cleverly managing the situation.
Prabu was very happy because he knew that he would have no trouble getting her introduction. From the first day he saw Meera, he would be troubled by her in his dreams. Prabu had from the very beginning been friendly with an ulterior intention in his mind. He was vehement in his mind that he must have Meera at least one day. Prabu was not without experience in sex. So far he had had sexual relationship with two women but this was the first time he was having desire for a married woman.
That she was his friend’s wife made him both happy and at the same time uneasy. Happy that because she was wife of a friend, he would easily get to know her and at the same time uneasy because that would mean he intended to seduce such a woman. Friendship was a very cherished relationship. This would be betrayal of the trust on which friendship is built.
“But she is so lovely, she is not even letting me sleep in peace,” he lamented to himself.
However, in that battle, her beauty won against friendship. He met Saravanan one Friday as he had planned. He got introduced to her as expected. Now he was talking to her while she was alone in the house.
To obtain her trust he was careful at first to behave both respectfully and honourably. Only then she would not complain about him to Saravanan. Moreover, it would pave the way for him to be able to visit her at home in the future even when she was alone.
As he drank the coffee he said,” It’s a good thing that Saravanan is here. Ever since I got back here from the gulf, I had not been able to see any of my old friends.”
“Yes, even my husband said that none of his old friends are still here.”
“When I first left to work in the gulf two of my old friends were still here at that time but now, even they have gone elsewhere to work.”
“How long were you in the gulf?”
“Four years Bhabhi.”
“Spending so many years overseas, isn’t it boring for you to spend your time in a small town like this?”
He was happy that she was paving the way for him to take this further along.
“That’s why I keep coming to your very often to see Saravanan. If not, I wouldn’t know what to do, how to spend time. I hope it’s not a disturbance for you, me coming to your home often like this. If so please tell me, I won’t be offended. I will reduce the number of times I visit.”
“Oh, nothing like that, why do you feel that way.”
He got the reply he anticipated.
“Luckily you said that Bhabhi, if not I wouldn’t have known what to do.”
“Why do you say that,” she asked puzzled.
“If not, where would I go to get this wonderful coffee that you serve here.”
Meera smiled on hearing this.
“Don’t think I am using the excuse of meeting a friend to drink free coffee. For this suberb coffee you serve I don’t mind even taking a flight once a week from the gulf to come and drink your coffee,” he laid on the compliment thick.
“If you want coffee just ask, I will give it, but this is a bit too much,” she said laughing.
“I actually like to go and talk to Saravanan in the shop but I don’t want to be a hindrance while he is busy with his business.”
“Yes, it’s true. It’s difficult when he is busy. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home for lunch or even when he comes, he hurriedly eats and goes back to the shop.”
So, it’s boring for her too here, he thought to himself. This was a useful bit of information.
“Yes, Saravanan was always a industrious worker. On the other hand, I used to roam around irresponsibly. I am more of a jolly type. That’s why my dad bundled me off to the gulf,” Prabu said laughingly.
“It seems like you are younger to him then I is it you two became good friends?”
Prabu smiled as he replied,” It was cricket that united us. We used to go to neighbouring towns and villages to play matches. We used to travel and play together so often we became good friends.”
“I have always seen my husband only involved in work and business, did he really used to play cricket?”
“How come you say that. At one time Cricket was like life to him, he used to bat well.”
“And you?”
“Even though I was three years younger I was always big built and strong, so I was the one who used to bowl fast for the team.”
His words turned Meera’s attention towards his body. He was right. He was quite tall and he had a well built body.
“Okay Bhabhi, time for me to leave. Many thanks for this refreshing coffee. I will come in the evening when Saravanan is here.”
Time passed quite interestingly having a conversation with him, she thought. “Okay, goodbye," she said as he left.
I must make sure I arrive at least half an hour before Saravanan returns home. Only then I will again get an opportunity to speak to Meera alone, Prabu planned in his mind.
“My wife’s cooking is always super,” Saravanan would agree with him.
His compliments made her feel very happy. She too got used to having him home. As she got more familiar with having him there, she also got more comfortable in his presence. She had actually complained to her husband when he had first come home that he seemed to be leering at women. Her husband had assured her it was just his young age and men at that age would behave like that, but it would soon be alright as they grow older. Now she too didn’t take that aspect of his behaviour seriously.
All that was when he visited them when her husband was home but when he first came home when she was all alone, she felt a bit uncomfortable. She had no choice but to invite him in as she had got to know him for a few days. She couldn’t very well tell him to go away.
However, Prabu’s motives from the beginning was somehow to seduce her. When he had first seen her in the temple he had been stunned by her beauty. He had noticed the mangalsutra round her neck and the toes rings on her toes.
He started wondering, “ who is the lucky fellow to have married this beautiful angel.”
Her beauty had overwhelmed him on the very first time he set his eyes on her. He felt that he must see her again and again. He often came to the temple just for the opportunity to see her. She used to come to the temple most days with her children. He discretely started enquiring about her.
It was the temple priest who told him,” she is the wife a big shop proprietor Saravanan.”
Only then he came to realise that she was the wife of his old friend Saravanan.
“Why is she coming alone with the children, doesn’t Saravanan come along,” he asked.
“He only comes here with his family on Fridays, the priest replied. “Why are you asking? You seem to be asking a lot about her,” he said with a little suspicion.
“No, no don’t take me wrong. Saravanan is my old friend. It’s just that I want to meet him,” he said cleverly managing the situation.
Prabu was very happy because he knew that he would have no trouble getting her introduction. From the first day he saw Meera, he would be troubled by her in his dreams. Prabu had from the very beginning been friendly with an ulterior intention in his mind. He was vehement in his mind that he must have Meera at least one day. Prabu was not without experience in sex. So far he had had sexual relationship with two women but this was the first time he was having desire for a married woman.
That she was his friend’s wife made him both happy and at the same time uneasy. Happy that because she was wife of a friend, he would easily get to know her and at the same time uneasy because that would mean he intended to seduce such a woman. Friendship was a very cherished relationship. This would be betrayal of the trust on which friendship is built.
“But she is so lovely, she is not even letting me sleep in peace,” he lamented to himself.
However, in that battle, her beauty won against friendship. He met Saravanan one Friday as he had planned. He got introduced to her as expected. Now he was talking to her while she was alone in the house.
To obtain her trust he was careful at first to behave both respectfully and honourably. Only then she would not complain about him to Saravanan. Moreover, it would pave the way for him to be able to visit her at home in the future even when she was alone.
As he drank the coffee he said,” It’s a good thing that Saravanan is here. Ever since I got back here from the gulf, I had not been able to see any of my old friends.”
“Yes, even my husband said that none of his old friends are still here.”
“When I first left to work in the gulf two of my old friends were still here at that time but now, even they have gone elsewhere to work.”
“How long were you in the gulf?”
“Four years Bhabhi.”
“Spending so many years overseas, isn’t it boring for you to spend your time in a small town like this?”
He was happy that she was paving the way for him to take this further along.
“That’s why I keep coming to your very often to see Saravanan. If not, I wouldn’t know what to do, how to spend time. I hope it’s not a disturbance for you, me coming to your home often like this. If so please tell me, I won’t be offended. I will reduce the number of times I visit.”
“Oh, nothing like that, why do you feel that way.”
He got the reply he anticipated.
“Luckily you said that Bhabhi, if not I wouldn’t have known what to do.”
“Why do you say that,” she asked puzzled.
“If not, where would I go to get this wonderful coffee that you serve here.”
Meera smiled on hearing this.
“Don’t think I am using the excuse of meeting a friend to drink free coffee. For this suberb coffee you serve I don’t mind even taking a flight once a week from the gulf to come and drink your coffee,” he laid on the compliment thick.
“If you want coffee just ask, I will give it, but this is a bit too much,” she said laughing.
“I actually like to go and talk to Saravanan in the shop but I don’t want to be a hindrance while he is busy with his business.”
“Yes, it’s true. It’s difficult when he is busy. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home for lunch or even when he comes, he hurriedly eats and goes back to the shop.”
So, it’s boring for her too here, he thought to himself. This was a useful bit of information.
“Yes, Saravanan was always a industrious worker. On the other hand, I used to roam around irresponsibly. I am more of a jolly type. That’s why my dad bundled me off to the gulf,” Prabu said laughingly.
“It seems like you are younger to him then I is it you two became good friends?”
Prabu smiled as he replied,” It was cricket that united us. We used to go to neighbouring towns and villages to play matches. We used to travel and play together so often we became good friends.”
“I have always seen my husband only involved in work and business, did he really used to play cricket?”
“How come you say that. At one time Cricket was like life to him, he used to bat well.”
“And you?”
“Even though I was three years younger I was always big built and strong, so I was the one who used to bowl fast for the team.”
His words turned Meera’s attention towards his body. He was right. He was quite tall and he had a well built body.
“Okay Bhabhi, time for me to leave. Many thanks for this refreshing coffee. I will come in the evening when Saravanan is here.”
Time passed quite interestingly having a conversation with him, she thought. “Okay, goodbye," she said as he left.
I must make sure I arrive at least half an hour before Saravanan returns home. Only then I will again get an opportunity to speak to Meera alone, Prabu planned in his mind.
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