Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Lollobionda]

'There is still a tomorrow - 16’ ...

The next hours and even the next day I was a bit confused, about her behavior.

The women are complicated! The next day at hospital, I noticed she was at work anddecided to take the recorded material afternoon before she gets home.

I called her in her department.

First I thanked for the car and added it is too much and too expensive as a birthday present and I am going to pay back, what she paid for it and without waiting for her reaction I asked if it fits that I take some personal items from the house this afternoon prior her arriving home. I wanted to take the recorded films, because the capacity limit for the filming was fortyeight hours and perhaps it was full, bedsides I was curious about recorded material!

She responded: ‘The car is expected my last gift for you and I don't accept any money for that. Apart from that, you don’t need to ask me for going into your house, Nadir. This is your home as always and as long as we are not official separated and you have a key, moreover, even then after our separation, I'll sell it and you get the half of the money. Then every one of us can buy a smaller home for himself."

“About this we have to discuss. It was your house and it remains your house. But apart from this, I ask because I don’t like to disturb you. Perhaps you have some guest and you are busy…”

“Please Nadir, speak clearly. If you mean my uncle, he was yesterday there and perhaps comes back soon. But he is not going to stay a long time… And next time when he is there, I‘ll send you a message. As I said you can come and go in your home when you like.”

I got home that afternoon. I was very curious and excited, as I heard about Mansour's visit from Meena. I dubbed the recorded and deleted the originals from the main harddisc. Now it was ready for new filming and then I left.

Meena was not still at home…

In the hotel room, I started to look at the filmed material on my notebook. I am going to narrate the scenes that are important to know about…

After I left on Wednesday, Meena sat all the time outside by the pool, up to the darkness. Sometime weeping, and sometimes just sitting there and looking at the water. 

Two times she was in the house and four times she called on the phone.

The first time she talked with her colleague about the next day and informed her, she is not going to work.

Then there was calling to my mother and her own mother.

And at last she called Mansour. It was about eight o’clock PM and he answered immediately before she spoke.

“Hi, my princess, you miss me, I suppose.” And laughed.

“Mansi, can you come tomorrow? I need you…”

“You need me? Wow, I love it to hear this from your mouth. You can’t wait, what?”

“Mansi, please stop the nonsense, can you visit me tomorrow? I am not going to work.”

Mansour responded at once: “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I have tomorrow a free day and wanted to know if you visit me.”

“Wow. Yes, my lady, sure, I‘ll be tomorrow at noon at your service. It's my pleasure my princess. It makes me so happy and proud when you demand me to come over and visit you!" 

That night while going to sleep, as Meena lay down, she looked for some minutes at my photo on her nightstand, then took it and kissed it and then turned the lights off.

I thought again; 'the women are very strange creatures!' ...

Next day up to the noon there was not much to mention on the recorded films. Only I could see that she is very depressed. She didn’t cry anymore, but she seemed aimless and uncertain and even confused with her movements and activities.

At noon time, Mansour was at the gate.

Meena was outdoors, swimming in the pool and sunbathing.

As he came in they embraced and kissed normally.

He asked about me and she said that I am working in the hospital.

As they approached to the pool he said he is going to shower and change and immediately disappeared in the guest house.

After ten minutes he came out in his new, donated swimming trunk, as always the upper half of his trunk was hidden under his massive belly!

I was waiting, a bit excited and I had somehow an accelerated heartbeat.

She was lying on the beach chair and her eyes were closed. Mansour sat on the other chair and looked at her. Then stood up and went to her and leaned over to kiss her lips. Meena opened her eyes and looked up at him. Then after a short kiss interrupted it and sat up. He tried to kiss her again and this time she let him a bit longer than the first one, but only kissing her lips.

Mansour stopped, looked at her face and said: ‘Is something wrong, princess?’

I saw his massive bulge which was somehow erected. Meena noticed it also as she looked down, and I noticed she licked shortly her upper lips and then pressed her lips together. 

Then looked at his face and murmured: ‘We go inside Mansi, we have to talk.’

Then she stood up and went inside the house. Mansour followed her into without saying a word.

As they were in the living room, she told him to sit down and went the stairs up.

I think Mansour felt that something is wrong. Today he looked like a tame dog. There was no sign of that wild alpha male whom I used to see the last weeks. He was perhaps a bit shocked of her confident behavior and was waiting for her next move.

As Meena got down again in the living room, she had changed into her jeans and had a Shirt on.

She sat opposite Mansour, looked at his eyes and said softly: "Nadir knows about us!" And with trembling voice continued: "He had left me…"

And then she couldn’t hold back and began to cry. She hid her face in her hands and wept loudly.

Mansour stood up and approached her: "How and when did he…"

“I don’t know Mansi, I don’t’ know..”

And after a short pause continued: "It is not important how and when. He knows it and this is bad, too bad..."

He tried to embrace her, but she put her hand on his naked breast and pushed him Away: “No uncle, please sit down and listen…”

Mansour went to the other side and sat again opposite her seat. 

He was red in the face and seemed to be irritated, even angry: “Let him go if he wants to. Princess, you are young and full of life. He is a melancholic type who doesn’t fit to you. You can have better…”

“Stop it Mansi, I don’t like you to speak so about him. No more, please. Nadir is the most honest and sincere human being which I met in my life and I am very happy to have him as my husband or had him at least the last ten years. You told me once that I am the most innocent person, it is not true, then among us, he is the most innocent person. I was a lucky woman to have him as my man, but now everything is made. I cheated on him and betrayed our life and marriage. I was in love with him for years and I love him yet. I couldn't live without him, he was all these years the content and center of my life. Now I have the feeling I must start to be born newly without him, but I don't know if I can…”

“But I know you Princess, I know you since your birth. You are a stable and powerful personality. You can manage it without somebody who is not worthy...”

“Yes, you are right, you know me since my birth. But what does it mean you know me? I am the child, teenager and woman who trusted you as my uncle, actually for me you were always my uncle who protected me…”

“I do it as before…”

“Let me talk, please… you blackmailed me Mansi, and then you used me, you took advantage of your position in my heart and my life… and you knew how I'll react to your expectations. You knew I am going to protect my family. Yes, you know me, I was not going to let them suffer, I was going to sacrifice me and you knew this…”

Mansour was now directly attacked and his ego didn't like this. 

He protested: “Ha, ha, ha. Wait a minute princess. A bit slower, not too fast. If somebody hears our conversation, would think our adventures were one sided and you were bangd by me. You don’t like to remember what you said to me while and after our coming together. For you, they were not just simple fucking, they were lovemaking, the sex which you never had, you yourself mentioned this often. Admit it, you enjoyed it as much as me if not more…”

“Okay, you are a superman in bed and you have such an exceptional quality, and I am a woman with normal feelings and body reactions. But let me tell you, the love is love Mansi if you understand it… The qualities which you name them, are very important in life, and this is why you were and you are so keen and thrilled in my presence. Yes, you are right. You gave one to me unknown sexual pleasure. But my behavior at those instances had other causes. Other than what you are so proud of it, your big dick. There were other and more important reasons for me to behave so. We, me and Nadir, were in the last time a bit grew apart, especially Nadir. My mistake was that I didn’t try to take some steps to reduce the distance between us. He was and is too busy and so came the spacing between us. I knew he loved me and I love him and I thought this would be soon okay again. And then you came… But in spite of that, if I was twenty again and I had the opportunity to choose between any other one and Nadir, I would choose him instantly without any doubt..”

“Certainly, if I was younger you had decided differently.”

“No Mansi, for sure not. First the age difference is overrated, at least for me this is not so important. Second, you have to accept and respect that I love him. And yet, to reveal a secret which nobody knows about it, not even Nadir, I love him since I was nine years old girl and he was a fourteen year old slim boy! As I saw him for the first time, I promised myself to make him mine, my man and my husband and my partner for the rest of my life. He is simply the only man who touched my mind and my soul, and even now when I think about him, he does it! You remember the day at sea in your house when he was going to leave. And I left with him? It was me and not him who wanted to ride back home with. Nadir even insisted that I stay and enjoy my holidays. But you know what? I couldn't imagine being without him even for some days. The thought of it was not bearable for me and now... I don’t want you to be jealous, I am speaking with you now as my uncle whom I am telling my secrets and open my heart towards him..”

Mansour seemed now a little relaxed. I waited him to be angry, but no, it was not the case.

 Perhaps he was thinking this a temporary phase and Meena is under separation shock and this goes by!

He interrupted Meena: “But you have to give us some time, if as you claim the age makes no difference…”

“Mansi I can’t love somebody else when I love him! We had in the last years, perhaps not an extreme exciting sexual life. When I compare it with you and me, it was perhaps never so hot! But instead I had him…” And she began to cry again.

Mansour looked puzzled as she wept for some minutes, then said nothing but: “He is a fool. I could kill him, he makes you so much suffer…”

She looked up at him with tearful eyes, smiled and said: “If I am suffering, it is only because I am a fool and not him. Besides, if you wanted to kill him because I suffer, you had to do this years ago as I was nine and he was just fourteen, I mean when I started to love him. Where the love is, there is suffer and pain also. But for this last chapter of my life I am responsible. It was my life and I had to react correctly, but unfortunately I made a misstep. This is the outcome of my mistake and no other is guilty. I hurt him seriously and I think the wound in his heart would never cure. It is the same for me…”

Then she stood up, went to him and hugged him. I could hear her weeping voice.

“Mansi, I want you to leave, I wanted that you know all this. I love you as I loved you before this all began, you are and remain my uncle Mansi. But I need time for me. I need my loneliness now. I call you later. Excuse me…”

“I love you too my princess. This makes me so sad to see you in this condition. I leave now as you wish, but never forget I stand there for you, no matter what you need or when you need something, you know that already you can count on me and you can trust me. One more thing, you'll get sick, don't think much and forget the past. You have a future...”

“Mansi, I can’t help it. Perhaps I am already sick, but indeed it is known: there is no cure for love..”

They kissed a normal goodbye kiss and he left. That was it…

  I sat there in the hotel room. My first thought was that Meena had decided for a clear direction. She had viewed her location, where she stands and her condition there, in this location.

Her this act to buy me a car, for her an expensive waste of money, but for me a very precious matter, showed that she cares about me and her love for me.

This was not sure a bribery act, and not even an act due to a guilty conscience.

After I left, she saw the bitter reality in face to face. She recognized that she could not play in two leagues. Anyway, not with me, as main player in one of the games.

And her disappointment and the shock that I am not more there and she lost me, was so great, that she decided not to play at all, at least currently!

Apart from this I thought further: Nobody can understand the women!

We as men, think and act plainly, elementary and linearly and our emotions are simple and linear too, but the women...

Meena was for me at that moment a question mark! A complicated case!

Regarding Mansour, she didn't send him away! She acted very smart. I knew always that she is a clever woman.

And after her this move, now she is the person who dictates the next rule of the game, but how far? Is Mansour going to accept it, at this moment it seems he accepts it, she is the operator, but how long? And most important: what is my role in this piece? I am not out, this is sure!

At the next moment I tried to look deeper, at my feelings and thoughts over the situation. I was a bit upset and perhaps sad, but at the same time happy, also a complicated issue!

I am not going to be sentimental, not more, but I am emotionally satisfied, I thought...

And then came the truth over actual situation: This all was my mistake too. If she is really suffering, it is because I hadn’t reacted correctly. I had to intervene when I knew I am not sure if I accept or if I stand the happenings between them two and its consequences and I do not have enough tolerance for what was coming next.

I was there all the time and I let it happen and go on, to boot, with pleasure...

Embarrassing is that even at this moment, as I sat there, in the deepest corners of my perverse subconscious, I was hoping to see some sexual action between them two on my monitor! I didn't know what I am going to do, not yet, but anyway, I had to consider this point. I was the one who wanted it to happen! I was relaxed and very tired. I lay on the bed and before I could start to think what to do, I slept.

When I woke up it was late. I had slept four hours and it was dark outside. But inside me there was a light. Everything was clear: The condition and the things how they were, all were my productions! I am who directed this all.

Everything happened because I wanted it to happen so, how it happened!

Mansour is an older man who got an opportunity to have the woman whom he idolizes all his life, physically and emotionally.

He loved her since she was a child and later she had an extreme sexual attraction and magnetism radiated, which charmed him. He used the possibility which was there to possess her. Meena was a young wife who had some not even for her known inner and intrinsic inclinations and a very strong sexual and emotional feeling which came out and were discovered as Mansour tried his luck with her.

But I was who made all this possible. I could stop that from the first moment.

The night as he told her about her father and the illegal activities of the three friends in their company, the incidence between two, Meena and Mansour, started and I was there.

I wanted this to happen as it happened. Actually, they both were only the actors of my movie! The moment As I saw everything so clear before my eyes, was a moment of victory for me and I thought this is my game and I am who could decide if and how is continues. And I decided!

I decided to call her and I did it instantly. I told her I am arriving in half an hour to take some personal items which I forgot earlier.

She answered it is okay.

“But I want not to disturb, if you have a guest!” I teased.

“If you mean Mansi, no, he was not here today, yesterday he was here for a short visit and then left you can come and I can go away for some time if you wish not to see me.”

“No, not necessary. As a matter of fact, I want to talk to you if you don't mind and you have time.”

“Sure I have time for you, Nadir. Then I have one wish if you accept. I'd like to prepare dinner for you for the last time, I want to cook your favorite supper.”

“Thank you Meena, I am in half an hour there…”

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