20-12-2018, 03:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-01-2019, 09:27 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
Shy Indian Wife Opens Up Ch. 05
The next morning, Bela was woken up by her mother knocking hard on the door.
"Bela, get up. Bela! Bela!" her mother's voice said loudly.
Bela woke up with a start and sat up, unsure of where she was. Her brain registered her mother's voice and knocking. And suddenly, memories of the previous night came flooding back. Was it a dream... a nightmare, she wondered. Or had it really happened. Her mother's shouting and knocking got even more frantic and as it did, Bela felt a pit in her stomach.
Surely, it had happened and Chandan had told everyone, and her mother was coming to yell at her. She would berate Bela for besmirching the family's honor, and no one would ever marry her.
"BELAAA!!" her mom finally yelled loudly, snapping Bela out of her nervous reverie.
"Coming!" Bela shouted back, ran to the door and opened it. Her mom walked in, and Bela waited for the inevitable scolding, but it never came.
"What's the matter with you, Bela? It's 11 am already, and you were still fast asleep?" her mom said.
"Yes, I.. I don't know..." Bela mumbled.
Her mom came close to Bela and checked her forehead,
"You're not falling sick or anything, right?" she asked worriedly "Doesn't feel warm. Anyway, come on down stairs and help me in the kitchen."
That whole day, Bela was on pins and needles. She was still not positive if she had actually touched Chandan's dick or if it was an elaborate dream. If it was true, he would tell others and the hammer was bound to fall. She kept expecting a call to come any moment. but it never came. The day went by without any incident.
That night, Bela made some excuse about her ankle hurting and not wanting to climb the stairs to the roof. She slept on the living room couch that night. And for the next two nights, until the ankle excuse began to wear thing and her mom insisted that she should at least try climbing the stairs to the barsati.
That night, Bela slept on her bed in dread, expecting Chandan to come knocking any minute. But he did not come. Neither did he come the next day, or the next, and finally a week passed with her sleeping in the barsati without as much as seeing Chandan around. Bela now started thinking seriously that the whole Chandan episode had been a dream. She never saw him masturbating, and he never exposed his dick to her, and she never touched it. She was convinced that the only thing that actually happened was him accidentally watching her change. And after that, her fertile and lonely mind had concocted the whole thing.
By now fully confident that the events she dreaded had been in her imagination, Bela did not really think twice when her mother asked her to take a bowl of a special dessert to the neighbors. The very neighbors for whom Chandan worked. With a spring in her step, she walked over to the next house and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by Chandan, who saw her and smiled. She examined the smile. It was an innocent polite smile, and not a lecherous one. Yes, it was all a big dream, she decided.
"Yes, memsaab?" he asked politely.
"Mom had sent this for uncle and aunty. She knows uncle likes it a lot." Bela said.
"Oh sure, please come in, they're in the bedroom."
Bela followed Chandan through a longish corridor and two rooms. Whenever she was in this house, she always noted how much bigger it was than her own. Finally, Chandan stopped in front of a closed door and knocked.
"Saab." he said
"Yes?" Uncle's voice came.
"Bela memsaab from next door is here."
"Oh great, bring her in." came the voice.
Chandan accompanied Bela inside, and then left. Uncle and aunty were both in bed, with blankets covering them. Both of them were down with some fever, she learned. In general, they did not keep too well. Bela sat there, handed over the dessert, and talked to uncle and aunty for about 10-15 minutes about this and that. Finally she said her goodbyes and started to leave.
She walked out the room, and then was walking through the long corridor, when she felt a hand grab her and yank her inside an empty room. Bela started to scream, but she felt another hand land on her mouth strongly and it muffled her cries. With terror-stricken eyes, she watched Chandan bolt the door behind her, even as he kept one hand on her mouth. Bela started rapidly waving her hands to hit him, but he immediately wrapped the other hand around her and pushed her to the wall.
Chandan's bulky fully physique pressed her against the wall, making any movement of her hands or feet impossible. His hand was still on her mouth.
"Listen. Don't be alarmed. I am not going to do anything. I just want to talk." he said.
Bela kept trying to scream.
"If you scream, then people will hear, come over, and it's your reputation that'll get spoilt." he said.
Once again, naive Bela agreed and stopped making any noises.
"Good, I am going to take my hand off your mouth now. Only if you promise not to scream. Okay?" he asked and Bela nodded her head in agreement.
Chandan let go of her hand. But his body was still fully pressed against her.
"Have you gone mad?" Bela said in a whisper.
"No need to whisper." Chandan smiled, now lecherously. "Those old people are many rooms away and are hard of hearing anyway."
"Okay, have you gone insane? What do you think you are doing?" Bela said trying to sound authoritative, and reminding herself that this man was after all just a servant.
"You have driven me insane, memsaab." Chandan said, grinding his body against her even more. Bela felt his chest rub against her breasts. He continued, "You ask to see my dick, ask to touch it, enjoy touching it and then suddenly disappear?"
"You liar!" Bela shot back "I did not ask to see or touch your.....thing. You forced me to. And get off, you're suffocating me."
"Hah!" Chandan said triumphantly "You denied asking to see it or touch it, but you did not deny that you enjoyed touching it. So you did enjoy it."
"What nonsense." Bela said, "I said get off me or I will scream, I don't care what happens next."
Chandan took that threat seriously and backed away a few feet. Bela started to adjust her salwar kameez which had been crumpled by Chandan's manhandling.
"You are so stupid." Chandan said, folding his hands.
"What???" Bela said, almost yelling. "I am stupid? Why am I stupid?"
"Because you are lying to yourself. You know you liked whatever happened that night. Yet you just ran away. I kept knocking that night, but you didn't answer. And then you stopped sleeping on the roof altogether." Chandan said.
The next morning, Bela was woken up by her mother knocking hard on the door.
"Bela, get up. Bela! Bela!" her mother's voice said loudly.
Bela woke up with a start and sat up, unsure of where she was. Her brain registered her mother's voice and knocking. And suddenly, memories of the previous night came flooding back. Was it a dream... a nightmare, she wondered. Or had it really happened. Her mother's shouting and knocking got even more frantic and as it did, Bela felt a pit in her stomach.
Surely, it had happened and Chandan had told everyone, and her mother was coming to yell at her. She would berate Bela for besmirching the family's honor, and no one would ever marry her.
"BELAAA!!" her mom finally yelled loudly, snapping Bela out of her nervous reverie.
"Coming!" Bela shouted back, ran to the door and opened it. Her mom walked in, and Bela waited for the inevitable scolding, but it never came.
"What's the matter with you, Bela? It's 11 am already, and you were still fast asleep?" her mom said.
"Yes, I.. I don't know..." Bela mumbled.
Her mom came close to Bela and checked her forehead,
"You're not falling sick or anything, right?" she asked worriedly "Doesn't feel warm. Anyway, come on down stairs and help me in the kitchen."
That whole day, Bela was on pins and needles. She was still not positive if she had actually touched Chandan's dick or if it was an elaborate dream. If it was true, he would tell others and the hammer was bound to fall. She kept expecting a call to come any moment. but it never came. The day went by without any incident.
That night, Bela made some excuse about her ankle hurting and not wanting to climb the stairs to the roof. She slept on the living room couch that night. And for the next two nights, until the ankle excuse began to wear thing and her mom insisted that she should at least try climbing the stairs to the barsati.
That night, Bela slept on her bed in dread, expecting Chandan to come knocking any minute. But he did not come. Neither did he come the next day, or the next, and finally a week passed with her sleeping in the barsati without as much as seeing Chandan around. Bela now started thinking seriously that the whole Chandan episode had been a dream. She never saw him masturbating, and he never exposed his dick to her, and she never touched it. She was convinced that the only thing that actually happened was him accidentally watching her change. And after that, her fertile and lonely mind had concocted the whole thing.
By now fully confident that the events she dreaded had been in her imagination, Bela did not really think twice when her mother asked her to take a bowl of a special dessert to the neighbors. The very neighbors for whom Chandan worked. With a spring in her step, she walked over to the next house and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by Chandan, who saw her and smiled. She examined the smile. It was an innocent polite smile, and not a lecherous one. Yes, it was all a big dream, she decided.
"Yes, memsaab?" he asked politely.
"Mom had sent this for uncle and aunty. She knows uncle likes it a lot." Bela said.
"Oh sure, please come in, they're in the bedroom."
Bela followed Chandan through a longish corridor and two rooms. Whenever she was in this house, she always noted how much bigger it was than her own. Finally, Chandan stopped in front of a closed door and knocked.
"Saab." he said
"Yes?" Uncle's voice came.
"Bela memsaab from next door is here."
"Oh great, bring her in." came the voice.
Chandan accompanied Bela inside, and then left. Uncle and aunty were both in bed, with blankets covering them. Both of them were down with some fever, she learned. In general, they did not keep too well. Bela sat there, handed over the dessert, and talked to uncle and aunty for about 10-15 minutes about this and that. Finally she said her goodbyes and started to leave.
She walked out the room, and then was walking through the long corridor, when she felt a hand grab her and yank her inside an empty room. Bela started to scream, but she felt another hand land on her mouth strongly and it muffled her cries. With terror-stricken eyes, she watched Chandan bolt the door behind her, even as he kept one hand on her mouth. Bela started rapidly waving her hands to hit him, but he immediately wrapped the other hand around her and pushed her to the wall.
Chandan's bulky fully physique pressed her against the wall, making any movement of her hands or feet impossible. His hand was still on her mouth.
"Listen. Don't be alarmed. I am not going to do anything. I just want to talk." he said.
Bela kept trying to scream.
"If you scream, then people will hear, come over, and it's your reputation that'll get spoilt." he said.
Once again, naive Bela agreed and stopped making any noises.
"Good, I am going to take my hand off your mouth now. Only if you promise not to scream. Okay?" he asked and Bela nodded her head in agreement.
Chandan let go of her hand. But his body was still fully pressed against her.
"Have you gone mad?" Bela said in a whisper.
"No need to whisper." Chandan smiled, now lecherously. "Those old people are many rooms away and are hard of hearing anyway."
"Okay, have you gone insane? What do you think you are doing?" Bela said trying to sound authoritative, and reminding herself that this man was after all just a servant.
"You have driven me insane, memsaab." Chandan said, grinding his body against her even more. Bela felt his chest rub against her breasts. He continued, "You ask to see my dick, ask to touch it, enjoy touching it and then suddenly disappear?"
"You liar!" Bela shot back "I did not ask to see or touch your.....thing. You forced me to. And get off, you're suffocating me."
"Hah!" Chandan said triumphantly "You denied asking to see it or touch it, but you did not deny that you enjoyed touching it. So you did enjoy it."
"What nonsense." Bela said, "I said get off me or I will scream, I don't care what happens next."
Chandan took that threat seriously and backed away a few feet. Bela started to adjust her salwar kameez which had been crumpled by Chandan's manhandling.
"You are so stupid." Chandan said, folding his hands.
"What???" Bela said, almost yelling. "I am stupid? Why am I stupid?"
"Because you are lying to yourself. You know you liked whatever happened that night. Yet you just ran away. I kept knocking that night, but you didn't answer. And then you stopped sleeping on the roof altogether." Chandan said.
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