07-01-2020, 10:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-01-2020, 08:51 PM by scorpia95. Edited 8 times in total. Edited 8 times in total.)
Anjali’s viewpoint (contd..)
I immediately ran to the washroom and used mouth wash before brushing four times. I felt physically sick. This was the first time he had gone this far, and I wanted to call the entire thing off, but remembered my child’s sobs and knew I could do this to him. It was true that he had never asked me for anything, and this was the first time he had asked me to do something. Steeling myself and the feelings of disgust I had towards that man, I decided to just put up with it until the meeting and then stop talking to him as much until we went back to barely talking to each other.
It was my fault I knew. It started when I first asked him to go to the supermarket with me. He had been much too physical at the time, but hearing Aditi sounding relieved that he could concentrate on his studies now that I had Chandran made me feel bad. I knew I had to stop depending on my son and only had Chandran to turn to, which is what I did.
The next day, Aditya went to college when Chandran managed to sneak in after him. I guess Aditi had left the door unlocked. It was a surprise when I felt someone’s hands lift me up from behind, hugging me. I screamed in terror and dropped the utensils I was washing.
“Hahahahaa calm down Anjali, its just me your husband” he said with a smile.
Turning around, I hit him on the chest “Don’t scare me like that”. I was a bit perturbed that he had just come into my house like that. It felt wrong.
Hugging me close to him, he whispered in my ear “I missed you baby”. I was less shocked as he massaged my but with both his hands. I put my arms around his neck and my head on his chest as I replied, “I missed you too sweetie!”
Knowing that would satisfy him into releasing me, I extricated myself from his arms and shivered in revulsion.
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VIDEO OF MOM AND CHANDRAN's INTERACTION
https://www.xvideos.com/video53176471/mom_and_chandran
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I watched him walk away with a goofy smile and sighed in relief thinking that he had gone back to his apartment. Instead, a few minutes later, I hear the washroom shower open and new that he was in taking a shower in my house. It infuriated me that he would do that before asking me. I calmed myself by thinking of my son and how happy it would make him. I could sacrifice my happiness for a few days to see him smile. Any mother would. Instead, I busied myself making tea deciding that I’d treat him like Anwar or else everyone would see me cringing every time he came near me.
He came out of our bedroom 20 minutes later wearing Anwar's clothes. I didn’t expect him to go this far but kept quiet not wanting to displease him or he might refuse go to the meeting with me.
Instead, I put on a fake smile on my face as I walked toward him with tea on a small platter. “I bought some tea for you Chandu dear!” I said in a sweet voice knowing that’s how I talk to my husband.
He sat on the sofa as I trailed behind him with the tea. He turned on the television before looking at me and saying “Anjali, that tea is too hot, why don’t you put some in the platter and blow on it to cool it down. Then you can feed me the tea so I can concentrate on watching the tv!”
My eye twitched as I imagined smashing the cup on his face and stabbing him with the remains. Instead, I kept that fake smile on and blew on the tea, as he sipped on it after each one had cooled down. It took 15 minutes before the ordeal was over. As I was getting up to walk away, he grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. He took the teacup from me and put it down on the table before pulling me down on him. I screeched as I fell on his lap and felt his lips kiss my ear while he sniffed at my hair. “Anjali, you’re so beautiful! Let’s go out, I want to show you off to the whole world!”
I just wanted to get away from him at that moment and agreed with him so he would let me go. Instead of letting me go, he got up himself and pulled me towards the bedroom. Before I knew what happened, I was in my bedroom, watching him sift through my clothes picking out what he wanted me to wear. He stopped in the middle of sifting it as he took out what he wanted me to wear. Wear this, you’d look so beautiful in it!
I laughed “That’s my wedding dress, I can’t wear that” I replied and put it back in the wardrobe before looking back at him.
“Well, I guess you can’t yet. It’s better to wait” he muttered to himself. I wasn’t sure that I had heard him correctly so asking him “Did you say something?”
“No, my angel! Why don’t you wear this?” He said, pulling out a pink salwar kameez that I had worn once during our anniversary. I really didn’t want to argue with him, and agreed to it, ushering him out the door so I could get changed.
Sighing as I closed the door, I put my back to it as I slowly fell to the ground hating myself for having ever agreed to do this. I should’ve come up with another solution. Maybe I could ask Anwar if he’d be free tomorrow for the meeting instead? Yes. That could work. I’ll get through today and cancel tomorrow and go with Anwar instead I told myself resolutely.
I immediately ran to the washroom and used mouth wash before brushing four times. I felt physically sick. This was the first time he had gone this far, and I wanted to call the entire thing off, but remembered my child’s sobs and knew I could do this to him. It was true that he had never asked me for anything, and this was the first time he had asked me to do something. Steeling myself and the feelings of disgust I had towards that man, I decided to just put up with it until the meeting and then stop talking to him as much until we went back to barely talking to each other.
It was my fault I knew. It started when I first asked him to go to the supermarket with me. He had been much too physical at the time, but hearing Aditi sounding relieved that he could concentrate on his studies now that I had Chandran made me feel bad. I knew I had to stop depending on my son and only had Chandran to turn to, which is what I did.
The next day, Aditya went to college when Chandran managed to sneak in after him. I guess Aditi had left the door unlocked. It was a surprise when I felt someone’s hands lift me up from behind, hugging me. I screamed in terror and dropped the utensils I was washing.
“Hahahahaa calm down Anjali, its just me your husband” he said with a smile.
Turning around, I hit him on the chest “Don’t scare me like that”. I was a bit perturbed that he had just come into my house like that. It felt wrong.
Hugging me close to him, he whispered in my ear “I missed you baby”. I was less shocked as he massaged my but with both his hands. I put my arms around his neck and my head on his chest as I replied, “I missed you too sweetie!”
Knowing that would satisfy him into releasing me, I extricated myself from his arms and shivered in revulsion.
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VIDEO OF MOM AND CHANDRAN's INTERACTION
https://www.xvideos.com/video53176471/mom_and_chandran
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I watched him walk away with a goofy smile and sighed in relief thinking that he had gone back to his apartment. Instead, a few minutes later, I hear the washroom shower open and new that he was in taking a shower in my house. It infuriated me that he would do that before asking me. I calmed myself by thinking of my son and how happy it would make him. I could sacrifice my happiness for a few days to see him smile. Any mother would. Instead, I busied myself making tea deciding that I’d treat him like Anwar or else everyone would see me cringing every time he came near me.
He came out of our bedroom 20 minutes later wearing Anwar's clothes. I didn’t expect him to go this far but kept quiet not wanting to displease him or he might refuse go to the meeting with me.
Instead, I put on a fake smile on my face as I walked toward him with tea on a small platter. “I bought some tea for you Chandu dear!” I said in a sweet voice knowing that’s how I talk to my husband.
He sat on the sofa as I trailed behind him with the tea. He turned on the television before looking at me and saying “Anjali, that tea is too hot, why don’t you put some in the platter and blow on it to cool it down. Then you can feed me the tea so I can concentrate on watching the tv!”
My eye twitched as I imagined smashing the cup on his face and stabbing him with the remains. Instead, I kept that fake smile on and blew on the tea, as he sipped on it after each one had cooled down. It took 15 minutes before the ordeal was over. As I was getting up to walk away, he grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. He took the teacup from me and put it down on the table before pulling me down on him. I screeched as I fell on his lap and felt his lips kiss my ear while he sniffed at my hair. “Anjali, you’re so beautiful! Let’s go out, I want to show you off to the whole world!”
I just wanted to get away from him at that moment and agreed with him so he would let me go. Instead of letting me go, he got up himself and pulled me towards the bedroom. Before I knew what happened, I was in my bedroom, watching him sift through my clothes picking out what he wanted me to wear. He stopped in the middle of sifting it as he took out what he wanted me to wear. Wear this, you’d look so beautiful in it!
I laughed “That’s my wedding dress, I can’t wear that” I replied and put it back in the wardrobe before looking back at him.
“Well, I guess you can’t yet. It’s better to wait” he muttered to himself. I wasn’t sure that I had heard him correctly so asking him “Did you say something?”
“No, my angel! Why don’t you wear this?” He said, pulling out a pink salwar kameez that I had worn once during our anniversary. I really didn’t want to argue with him, and agreed to it, ushering him out the door so I could get changed.
Sighing as I closed the door, I put my back to it as I slowly fell to the ground hating myself for having ever agreed to do this. I should’ve come up with another solution. Maybe I could ask Anwar if he’d be free tomorrow for the meeting instead? Yes. That could work. I’ll get through today and cancel tomorrow and go with Anwar instead I told myself resolutely.
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