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EPISODE-3
Dimple dropped Aryan at the college and on her way back she found herself passing in front of City College. She slowed down her Range Rover and slowly parked on side of the road. She rolled her window down to take a look at the collegiate enjoying their energetic youthful days. She kept staring at the students thinking about her college days when her college life used to be identical to them. This sight sent her back in the memory lane when her life was all about friends, parties, and countless adventures. When all she had to worry about was which designer dress she was going to purchase. Dimple found herself hypnotized in her nostalgic memories.
About 9 years ago
A 21-year-old Dimple wakes up to her mother knocking on her door continuously. “Dimpleeeee wake-up beta. It’s almost noon. Don’t you have college today?” Dimple slowly got out of her bed, rubbing her sexy brown eyes, she opened the door. “ Arra mummaa kya huya, why are you shouting at me”. Nisha gave a wide smile to Dimple, “ Arra meri maharaniii, you are late for college. Get ready sleepy head. But agar apki wish ho toh college main ghar pa mangva lu?” Dimple gave a silly grin to her mother, “ koyi baat nahi mumma, papa ko bolkar degree ghar par hi mangva lenga.” Nisha caressed Dimple’s face gently, “ my naughty princess. Chal ab breakfast is ready. Skipping meals is not good. Agar apni ya shakal and body sexy maintain karni hai toh you need to eat regular meals.”
Dimple was born in a family which was rich from generations. Her forefathers and relatives all hailed from an upper-class lineage. Dimple’s father Sanjay Singhania was a business tycoon. He took over the business after his father’s demise. Dimple’s mother Nisha also hailed from a family of industrialists. She now helped Sanjay with his business. This made sure that growing up, Dimple never had even the slightest idea of lack of money. Both her parents pampered her a lot because Nisha was having problems in conceiving, but when she got pregnant, it brought them immense happiness, and thus nothing mattered more to them than Dimple. Her father got her everything she ever demanded and spoiled her with every luxury. She didn’t have to even raise a finger to do anything. Maids and servants were behind her like a shadow to make sure she lives her life like a princess.
Growing up Dimple always loved American serials and movies. She became obsessed with American culture and way of life. She would always talk about shifting to America, become a singer, and live rest of her life the American way. Her father would take the family on vacations in Hawai where Dimple used to marvel at how American’s lived and enjoyed their life. Her obsession was further fueled by her mother, who always filled her ears with criticism of Indian culture and how it was built to suppress women. Nisha would always nag about backward and primitive Indian culture. She was a relentless lady who always believed in ditching the barriers constructed around women by the Indian culture and enjoy the essence of life in whatever way a person desired. Moreover, Dimple’s parents always boasted about being intellectuals who “don’t like to pray in front of stones and imaginary gods”. Sanjay also wanted to shift to America but believed that India offers better business opportunities.
Their attitude towards life made sure by the time Dimple was an adult, she was already a spoiled brat who was full of herself. She used to hang around only with rich kids. Her father’s money and power got to her head. Wealth was the only factor she judged a person with and despised everyone who belonged to a financially weaker class. In fact, she regarded manual laborers as the scum of the earth. India being a country with an ample amount of poverty and population, Dimple begged her father to send her to a college in California after completing college. But Sanjay refused her demand outright, “Beta we don’t want to send you away from our eyes. We will be alone without you. India is not such a bad country. We will send you to a classy college of your choice. Anything you want you just name it but please drop this obsession with America. If you want we can go for vacation sometimes in California or Vegas?” Deep down Sanjay knew Dimple had no idea of how to live alone in this cruel world. She was a girl who lived in her imaginary world where she was the queen with unlimited wealth rest of the world was her humble servant. Hearing a straight “NO” from her father for the first time in life came as a shocker to Dimple who slammed her new iPhone on the floor and ran to her room sobbing. Dimple wasn’t ready to accept a refusal but her father who was always good with words tried to assure Dimple that he will certainly send her to America after her graduation for further studies. But Dimple’s tears kept flowing like a river in heavy monsoon rain. He felt bad looking at her daughter’s tears.
The next day Sanjay bought a new Mercedes and of course a new iPhone for Dimple to distract her mind. Dimple was a materialistic girl who jumped with excitement looking at her new ride. Sanjay’s calmly talked to her, “beta we will send you to America jab aap thoi barri ho jayogi. Abhi aap graduation complete karlo fir jaha bhi aap bolo we will send you there. Tum chali jayogi toh hama kon dekhega. Tumhara siva hamara koyi nahi hai. Abhi aap apni new car main enjoy karo. Anything you want, just say it”. Dimple might be a spoiled brat but she loved her parents immensely. Rajesh’s emotional talk made her drop her bratty drama and she pointed her finger at Rajesh, “After my graduation, I will not stay even a single day in this shit hole country”.
Days passed and Dimple found new friends in her college and she enjoyed her college life a lot. By the time she completed her graduation, she was already a full grown lady. Standing at 5’11. Dimple was much taller than usual Indian girls. Her body was fuller and plumper than usual Indian standards. Despite her voluptuous built her body looked tight. Always being in a comfortable environment she had skin so smooth and white it can put the moon to shame. When she walked her boobs would jiggle and her ass cheeks would clap against each other. Her facial features and beauty would give any famous actress a run for her money. Her white spotless face would always glow with her sexy smile. Her ass to waist ratio was so seductive that even the older professors of her college dreamed about rubbing their limp dicks on her ass. Her height and long thick thighs made her assets look even more sensual. She was a walking sex symbol and looked like the dream girl of every man. Her striking physical features were genetically passed on to her from her mother who to further enhance Dimple’s beauty, always looked after her nutrition and diet to make sure her daughter grows up to be a woman who will slay the hearts of even the strongest of men. Dimple earned her body through regular physical activities like swimming or weight training. Nearly every girl as well as women professors in her college hated Dimple out of jealousy. Deep down they all wanted to look like her. Typically Indian girls either have a seductive body with not so good looking face or a pretty face with a flat body. But Dimple had the best of both worlds, a desirable body with a seductive face. Dimple’s gifts attracted the attention of a lot of people- a couple of perverted professors in particular, who offered Dimple one-on-one tuition classes in case she was having any doubts in the class.
All this attention made Dimple’s attitude even more unpleasant to the point where she looked at other people as cockroaches in front of her except one person- her best friend Neha.
Neha also came from a rich and modern family and thus, Dimple got along with her instantly. Both shared similar qualities except that Neha wasn’t a complete bitch like Dimple. Neha was much sluttier but knew a thing or two about how to be respectful to other people especially the lower class. Both girls looked after each other as sisters. Neha grew concerned about Dimple’s aloof nature and decided to call Dimple one day to discuss these things with her. “Heyy Dimple kya haal hai meri jaan. What’s going on? “Dimple chuckled at Neha’s question.” Nothing fatso, I just got out of shower, tu kya kar rahi hai.” Neha in a flirtatious voice, “ Ohhooo kya kuch keya fir shower main. Dekh kahi Nisha aunty ko pata na chal jaya tera shower time ka details” Dimple makes flustered face, “yah yah yah aur toh tujha kuch ata nahi. Tera dimag main bass yahi chalta hai. If you don’t have anything important kal baat karta hain ” Neha laughs a bit, “ acha chal leave it. I have something important to talk about. Main kafi time sa dekh rahi hu tu kafi gussa main rehti hai hamehsa. Koyi problem hai?” Dimple felt surprised by this question, “babe what are you talking about. Main tujh parr kab gussa huyi. I love you meri janaman” Neha quickly replies, “I know that parr I was asking just out of curiosity. Actually you don’t talk to anyone else apart from me in college. Kafi sarra boys bhi bolta hain ka they wanna talk more to you but you are rude to them. Acha sun vo Rishab nahi hai handsome hunk apna section vala, he likes you and usna mujha bola hai tujhe baat karna ka leya. He is definitely in love you babe. Kitna handsome hai yaar vo. Uski body dekhi tuna ekdam sexy hunk. Sarre larkeya marti hai uspa. He will make you happy and you will enjoy his company. You are lucky ka uska dil aa geya tera upar. Sarra college Ek barr us sa battt ka……” Dimple interrupts her “ oyaaaa hello tu samjhti kya ha apna aap ko. Aur kya boli tu, I am lucky? Tera us Rishab jaise na mera ghar par toilet saaf karta hain.” This sudden burst of anger startled Neha even on phone and she quickly tried to make things calm, “ arra arra baby I was just telling you. End of the day you will marry someone, aur I thought ke Rishab is rich and handsome and he loves you. Tujhe aau kya chahiye” This failed attempt proved to be like petrol in fire and Dimple’s anger irrupted once again“ okayyyyyy so I can tune mujha khareed leya hai jo tu meri shadi ki fikar. Tu kya chahti hai main tera us Rishab or kisa us jaise Indian larka sa shaadi karu and saari zindagi unka ghar ki naukrani bann kar rahu. I want to go to America, live an independent life, wanna marry someone who doesn’t believe in shitty family values and stone worshiping. I want to spend the rest of my life with an open-minded American, enjoying myself with my partner. Kisa ka ghar ki bahu bankar unka bartan nahi dhona mujhe. I have ambitions in life, I’m not a slut like you who only want to get on every available dick.” This left Neha furious, “ Dekh Dimple, I was just having a normal conversation but you are crossing your limit madam, mind your tongue. Tune bhi mujha khareeda nahi huya ki jo muh main aya bolta ja rahi hai. I am your best friend, you should be ashamed of yourself for talking like this to me. “Dimple was in no mood to back down, “ Listen to me carefully, apna dosti apna paas rakh. You suck your Rishab’s dick and be her whore, and please don’t even think about calling me again.” Dimple hung up the phone and blocked Neha’s number and throws her phone away “Bloody bitch”.
Neha was left in tears hearing this from the person she considered as her sister. She vowed to never meet Dimple again. Dimple realized her mistake after few days but she was too proud to apologize to Neha. Just like this, their friendship bond broke. Now Dimple was completely focused on her ultimate goal of life- shifting to America and become a singer. She was an average singer but nobody dared to tell her this. Within a couple of months, she completed her final graduation exams. Her father realized that the time has come for the promise he made to dimple three years ago. But he was not ready to send his baby girl far avail all by herself. He discussed this with Nisha at greater lengths. Nisha came up with a solution, “ See Sanjay I know ka tum Dimple ko bhejna nahi chahta but she is too stubborn. Agar tum usa esa rokoga toh ek din vo ghar sa bhaag jayagi. Do one thing, I know you are worried because she never saw what the real world looked like. I know she is not built for the real world yet. But like it or not we will have to send her otherwise she might do something terrible. Tum aisa karo ka, she is now free from college, involve her with you in business activities. Teach her how to among people. Let her work around your few months and she will be a different independent lady. I know my daughter, she is smart and a quick learner. Sanjay reluctantly agreed to this.
For the next few months, Dimple worked alongside her father and got the gist of how to operate a business. She liked it but her dream was to keep her mind distracted. During this time her Visa and college admission process finalized and finally the day came when a Dimple was packed and ready to fly to her dreamland- all alone. She wanted to call and Neha for a final time but she ditched the idea thinking, “ phewww I won’t even come back to this crap country ever again. Neha can go screw herself”. Dimple’s parents deep down knew why she was always so desperate to shift to America- so that she can date and marry a handsome American, just like the ones she grew up watching in movies and social media. Her parents were quite modern and open-minded but they wanted her daughter to marry an Indian guy from a respectable family. But nothing can be done now.
They knew there is no point in changing Dimple’s mind. Both Sanjay and Nisha were in tears sending their daughter into the airport. But every fiber in Dimple’s body was joyful and excited. Just when Dimple was about to get towards her boarding area, Sanjay wiped his tears, hugged her tightly, and spoke in her ear, “don’t make me regret my decision”. Dimple looked in his eyes, “I won’t”. Then Dimple rushed towards the plane just like a child who suddenly saw a mountain of candies. Dimple put her tight big ass on her seat, fastened seat belts, and mumbled, “America, your new superstar is coming”.
Dimple dropped Aryan at the college and on her way back she found herself passing in front of City College. She slowed down her Range Rover and slowly parked on side of the road. She rolled her window down to take a look at the collegiate enjoying their energetic youthful days. She kept staring at the students thinking about her college days when her college life used to be identical to them. This sight sent her back in the memory lane when her life was all about friends, parties, and countless adventures. When all she had to worry about was which designer dress she was going to purchase. Dimple found herself hypnotized in her nostalgic memories.
About 9 years ago
A 21-year-old Dimple wakes up to her mother knocking on her door continuously. “Dimpleeeee wake-up beta. It’s almost noon. Don’t you have college today?” Dimple slowly got out of her bed, rubbing her sexy brown eyes, she opened the door. “ Arra mummaa kya huya, why are you shouting at me”. Nisha gave a wide smile to Dimple, “ Arra meri maharaniii, you are late for college. Get ready sleepy head. But agar apki wish ho toh college main ghar pa mangva lu?” Dimple gave a silly grin to her mother, “ koyi baat nahi mumma, papa ko bolkar degree ghar par hi mangva lenga.” Nisha caressed Dimple’s face gently, “ my naughty princess. Chal ab breakfast is ready. Skipping meals is not good. Agar apni ya shakal and body sexy maintain karni hai toh you need to eat regular meals.”
Dimple was born in a family which was rich from generations. Her forefathers and relatives all hailed from an upper-class lineage. Dimple’s father Sanjay Singhania was a business tycoon. He took over the business after his father’s demise. Dimple’s mother Nisha also hailed from a family of industrialists. She now helped Sanjay with his business. This made sure that growing up, Dimple never had even the slightest idea of lack of money. Both her parents pampered her a lot because Nisha was having problems in conceiving, but when she got pregnant, it brought them immense happiness, and thus nothing mattered more to them than Dimple. Her father got her everything she ever demanded and spoiled her with every luxury. She didn’t have to even raise a finger to do anything. Maids and servants were behind her like a shadow to make sure she lives her life like a princess.
Growing up Dimple always loved American serials and movies. She became obsessed with American culture and way of life. She would always talk about shifting to America, become a singer, and live rest of her life the American way. Her father would take the family on vacations in Hawai where Dimple used to marvel at how American’s lived and enjoyed their life. Her obsession was further fueled by her mother, who always filled her ears with criticism of Indian culture and how it was built to suppress women. Nisha would always nag about backward and primitive Indian culture. She was a relentless lady who always believed in ditching the barriers constructed around women by the Indian culture and enjoy the essence of life in whatever way a person desired. Moreover, Dimple’s parents always boasted about being intellectuals who “don’t like to pray in front of stones and imaginary gods”. Sanjay also wanted to shift to America but believed that India offers better business opportunities.
Their attitude towards life made sure by the time Dimple was an adult, she was already a spoiled brat who was full of herself. She used to hang around only with rich kids. Her father’s money and power got to her head. Wealth was the only factor she judged a person with and despised everyone who belonged to a financially weaker class. In fact, she regarded manual laborers as the scum of the earth. India being a country with an ample amount of poverty and population, Dimple begged her father to send her to a college in California after completing college. But Sanjay refused her demand outright, “Beta we don’t want to send you away from our eyes. We will be alone without you. India is not such a bad country. We will send you to a classy college of your choice. Anything you want you just name it but please drop this obsession with America. If you want we can go for vacation sometimes in California or Vegas?” Deep down Sanjay knew Dimple had no idea of how to live alone in this cruel world. She was a girl who lived in her imaginary world where she was the queen with unlimited wealth rest of the world was her humble servant. Hearing a straight “NO” from her father for the first time in life came as a shocker to Dimple who slammed her new iPhone on the floor and ran to her room sobbing. Dimple wasn’t ready to accept a refusal but her father who was always good with words tried to assure Dimple that he will certainly send her to America after her graduation for further studies. But Dimple’s tears kept flowing like a river in heavy monsoon rain. He felt bad looking at her daughter’s tears.
The next day Sanjay bought a new Mercedes and of course a new iPhone for Dimple to distract her mind. Dimple was a materialistic girl who jumped with excitement looking at her new ride. Sanjay’s calmly talked to her, “beta we will send you to America jab aap thoi barri ho jayogi. Abhi aap graduation complete karlo fir jaha bhi aap bolo we will send you there. Tum chali jayogi toh hama kon dekhega. Tumhara siva hamara koyi nahi hai. Abhi aap apni new car main enjoy karo. Anything you want, just say it”. Dimple might be a spoiled brat but she loved her parents immensely. Rajesh’s emotional talk made her drop her bratty drama and she pointed her finger at Rajesh, “After my graduation, I will not stay even a single day in this shit hole country”.
Days passed and Dimple found new friends in her college and she enjoyed her college life a lot. By the time she completed her graduation, she was already a full grown lady. Standing at 5’11. Dimple was much taller than usual Indian girls. Her body was fuller and plumper than usual Indian standards. Despite her voluptuous built her body looked tight. Always being in a comfortable environment she had skin so smooth and white it can put the moon to shame. When she walked her boobs would jiggle and her ass cheeks would clap against each other. Her facial features and beauty would give any famous actress a run for her money. Her white spotless face would always glow with her sexy smile. Her ass to waist ratio was so seductive that even the older professors of her college dreamed about rubbing their limp dicks on her ass. Her height and long thick thighs made her assets look even more sensual. She was a walking sex symbol and looked like the dream girl of every man. Her striking physical features were genetically passed on to her from her mother who to further enhance Dimple’s beauty, always looked after her nutrition and diet to make sure her daughter grows up to be a woman who will slay the hearts of even the strongest of men. Dimple earned her body through regular physical activities like swimming or weight training. Nearly every girl as well as women professors in her college hated Dimple out of jealousy. Deep down they all wanted to look like her. Typically Indian girls either have a seductive body with not so good looking face or a pretty face with a flat body. But Dimple had the best of both worlds, a desirable body with a seductive face. Dimple’s gifts attracted the attention of a lot of people- a couple of perverted professors in particular, who offered Dimple one-on-one tuition classes in case she was having any doubts in the class.
All this attention made Dimple’s attitude even more unpleasant to the point where she looked at other people as cockroaches in front of her except one person- her best friend Neha.
Neha also came from a rich and modern family and thus, Dimple got along with her instantly. Both shared similar qualities except that Neha wasn’t a complete bitch like Dimple. Neha was much sluttier but knew a thing or two about how to be respectful to other people especially the lower class. Both girls looked after each other as sisters. Neha grew concerned about Dimple’s aloof nature and decided to call Dimple one day to discuss these things with her. “Heyy Dimple kya haal hai meri jaan. What’s going on? “Dimple chuckled at Neha’s question.” Nothing fatso, I just got out of shower, tu kya kar rahi hai.” Neha in a flirtatious voice, “ Ohhooo kya kuch keya fir shower main. Dekh kahi Nisha aunty ko pata na chal jaya tera shower time ka details” Dimple makes flustered face, “yah yah yah aur toh tujha kuch ata nahi. Tera dimag main bass yahi chalta hai. If you don’t have anything important kal baat karta hain ” Neha laughs a bit, “ acha chal leave it. I have something important to talk about. Main kafi time sa dekh rahi hu tu kafi gussa main rehti hai hamehsa. Koyi problem hai?” Dimple felt surprised by this question, “babe what are you talking about. Main tujh parr kab gussa huyi. I love you meri janaman” Neha quickly replies, “I know that parr I was asking just out of curiosity. Actually you don’t talk to anyone else apart from me in college. Kafi sarra boys bhi bolta hain ka they wanna talk more to you but you are rude to them. Acha sun vo Rishab nahi hai handsome hunk apna section vala, he likes you and usna mujha bola hai tujhe baat karna ka leya. He is definitely in love you babe. Kitna handsome hai yaar vo. Uski body dekhi tuna ekdam sexy hunk. Sarre larkeya marti hai uspa. He will make you happy and you will enjoy his company. You are lucky ka uska dil aa geya tera upar. Sarra college Ek barr us sa battt ka……” Dimple interrupts her “ oyaaaa hello tu samjhti kya ha apna aap ko. Aur kya boli tu, I am lucky? Tera us Rishab jaise na mera ghar par toilet saaf karta hain.” This sudden burst of anger startled Neha even on phone and she quickly tried to make things calm, “ arra arra baby I was just telling you. End of the day you will marry someone, aur I thought ke Rishab is rich and handsome and he loves you. Tujhe aau kya chahiye” This failed attempt proved to be like petrol in fire and Dimple’s anger irrupted once again“ okayyyyyy so I can tune mujha khareed leya hai jo tu meri shadi ki fikar. Tu kya chahti hai main tera us Rishab or kisa us jaise Indian larka sa shaadi karu and saari zindagi unka ghar ki naukrani bann kar rahu. I want to go to America, live an independent life, wanna marry someone who doesn’t believe in shitty family values and stone worshiping. I want to spend the rest of my life with an open-minded American, enjoying myself with my partner. Kisa ka ghar ki bahu bankar unka bartan nahi dhona mujhe. I have ambitions in life, I’m not a slut like you who only want to get on every available dick.” This left Neha furious, “ Dekh Dimple, I was just having a normal conversation but you are crossing your limit madam, mind your tongue. Tune bhi mujha khareeda nahi huya ki jo muh main aya bolta ja rahi hai. I am your best friend, you should be ashamed of yourself for talking like this to me. “Dimple was in no mood to back down, “ Listen to me carefully, apna dosti apna paas rakh. You suck your Rishab’s dick and be her whore, and please don’t even think about calling me again.” Dimple hung up the phone and blocked Neha’s number and throws her phone away “Bloody bitch”.
Neha was left in tears hearing this from the person she considered as her sister. She vowed to never meet Dimple again. Dimple realized her mistake after few days but she was too proud to apologize to Neha. Just like this, their friendship bond broke. Now Dimple was completely focused on her ultimate goal of life- shifting to America and become a singer. She was an average singer but nobody dared to tell her this. Within a couple of months, she completed her final graduation exams. Her father realized that the time has come for the promise he made to dimple three years ago. But he was not ready to send his baby girl far avail all by herself. He discussed this with Nisha at greater lengths. Nisha came up with a solution, “ See Sanjay I know ka tum Dimple ko bhejna nahi chahta but she is too stubborn. Agar tum usa esa rokoga toh ek din vo ghar sa bhaag jayagi. Do one thing, I know you are worried because she never saw what the real world looked like. I know she is not built for the real world yet. But like it or not we will have to send her otherwise she might do something terrible. Tum aisa karo ka, she is now free from college, involve her with you in business activities. Teach her how to among people. Let her work around your few months and she will be a different independent lady. I know my daughter, she is smart and a quick learner. Sanjay reluctantly agreed to this.
For the next few months, Dimple worked alongside her father and got the gist of how to operate a business. She liked it but her dream was to keep her mind distracted. During this time her Visa and college admission process finalized and finally the day came when a Dimple was packed and ready to fly to her dreamland- all alone. She wanted to call and Neha for a final time but she ditched the idea thinking, “ phewww I won’t even come back to this crap country ever again. Neha can go screw herself”. Dimple’s parents deep down knew why she was always so desperate to shift to America- so that she can date and marry a handsome American, just like the ones she grew up watching in movies and social media. Her parents were quite modern and open-minded but they wanted her daughter to marry an Indian guy from a respectable family. But nothing can be done now.
They knew there is no point in changing Dimple’s mind. Both Sanjay and Nisha were in tears sending their daughter into the airport. But every fiber in Dimple’s body was joyful and excited. Just when Dimple was about to get towards her boarding area, Sanjay wiped his tears, hugged her tightly, and spoke in her ear, “don’t make me regret my decision”. Dimple looked in his eyes, “I won’t”. Then Dimple rushed towards the plane just like a child who suddenly saw a mountain of candies. Dimple put her tight big ass on her seat, fastened seat belts, and mumbled, “America, your new superstar is coming”.
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