12-12-2021, 11:00 PM
One Saturday my Bhaia had gone out for a walk. I was sitting in the living room watching morning news. My Bhabi came with two cups of tea and offered me one and sat besides me sipping her own cup. I always felt good when she sat beside me like this. On the news channel they were showing some murder case because of some sexual reasons.
"This guy should be hanged" said my Bhabi.
"That's not fair Bhabi. He is just a suspect, not yet guilty"
"I know I know but he must be the one"
"Bhabi but he could have also done this because of some frustration"
One thing led to another and our discussion went on and on and finally it took a dramatic turn when I asked her
"Bhabi can I ask you one thing?"
"Anything dear, go on"
"Bhabi it is very personal"
"Ok no problem ask me"
"Bhabi how is Bhaia?"
"What is so personal in this? You know he is good now"
"Not that" I said.
"Then what?" she asked
"I mean how is he in ... in the bed?" I chew my tongue as I asked her.
She did not reply and seemed crestfallen.
"Bhabi don't misunderstand me Bhabi."
She looked at me confused what her dewar wants to know.
"I just want to know if Bhaia can perform after his stroke that's all Bhabi, and I am sorry if I have offended you."
Her tension eased as she realized what my concern was.
"Its nothing Rohan"
"Means?" I asked
"I don't know how to talk about it with you."
"Its ok Bhabi I am sorry."
"No Rohan why you should be sorry? You are grown up and as like my son you have the right to ask. But I don't know what to tell you. I always wanted to talk about this with someone." Her vice cracked.
"Tell me Bhabi may be you will feel relieved." I said.
"Rohan your Bhaia can not do anything after the stroke"
"Oh no Bhabi."
"Yes Rohan , few months after his stroke I tried, but could not get him going. He can not get "it" up."
"So how do you.. I mean uh I mean" I wanted to ask her how she satisfies herself.
"When it becomes unbearable I do it myself." she knew what I wanted to ask.
I was getting turned on by all this talk.
"It must be very hard on you Bhabi. It has been four years now."
"Yeah but what can be done" she finished her tea and kept the cup on the table.
"Bhabi it has been four years for you, but for me it has been ages"
I was turned on by the nature of talk between us. I kept my cup on the table and moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her towards me and I tried to kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing me away.
"What you are doing Rohan?" She was furious.
"I just.."
She slapped on my cheek. She had never slapped me that hard ever before.
"Bhabi I just"
"Shut up Rohan. I always thought I don’t have children….. so what…. you are like my son. I talked about your Bhaia's disability and my frustration because there is nobody with whom I can talk on this issue."
"I am sorry Bhabi, please forgive me." I hung my face in shame and walked towards my bedroom.
I was devastated by the insult and shame. I did not go out of the room as I did not have courage to face my Bhabi again. I did not even go out to have lunch. My Bhaia asked me to come out for lunch but I told him that I was not hungry he did not ask me again and left. I was praying that Bhabi should not tell anything to my Bhaia.
"This guy should be hanged" said my Bhabi.
"That's not fair Bhabi. He is just a suspect, not yet guilty"
"I know I know but he must be the one"
"Bhabi but he could have also done this because of some frustration"
One thing led to another and our discussion went on and on and finally it took a dramatic turn when I asked her
"Bhabi can I ask you one thing?"
"Anything dear, go on"
"Bhabi it is very personal"
"Ok no problem ask me"
"Bhabi how is Bhaia?"
"What is so personal in this? You know he is good now"
"Not that" I said.
"Then what?" she asked
"I mean how is he in ... in the bed?" I chew my tongue as I asked her.
She did not reply and seemed crestfallen.
"Bhabi don't misunderstand me Bhabi."
She looked at me confused what her dewar wants to know.
"I just want to know if Bhaia can perform after his stroke that's all Bhabi, and I am sorry if I have offended you."
Her tension eased as she realized what my concern was.
"Its nothing Rohan"
"Means?" I asked
"I don't know how to talk about it with you."
"Its ok Bhabi I am sorry."
"No Rohan why you should be sorry? You are grown up and as like my son you have the right to ask. But I don't know what to tell you. I always wanted to talk about this with someone." Her vice cracked.
"Tell me Bhabi may be you will feel relieved." I said.
"Rohan your Bhaia can not do anything after the stroke"
"Oh no Bhabi."
"Yes Rohan , few months after his stroke I tried, but could not get him going. He can not get "it" up."
"So how do you.. I mean uh I mean" I wanted to ask her how she satisfies herself.
"When it becomes unbearable I do it myself." she knew what I wanted to ask.
I was getting turned on by all this talk.
"It must be very hard on you Bhabi. It has been four years now."
"Yeah but what can be done" she finished her tea and kept the cup on the table.
"Bhabi it has been four years for you, but for me it has been ages"
I was turned on by the nature of talk between us. I kept my cup on the table and moved near her and put my arms around her. I pulled her towards me and I tried to kiss her lips. She immediately got up pushing me away.
"What you are doing Rohan?" She was furious.
"I just.."
She slapped on my cheek. She had never slapped me that hard ever before.
"Bhabi I just"
"Shut up Rohan. I always thought I don’t have children….. so what…. you are like my son. I talked about your Bhaia's disability and my frustration because there is nobody with whom I can talk on this issue."
"I am sorry Bhabi, please forgive me." I hung my face in shame and walked towards my bedroom.
I was devastated by the insult and shame. I did not go out of the room as I did not have courage to face my Bhabi again. I did not even go out to have lunch. My Bhaia asked me to come out for lunch but I told him that I was not hungry he did not ask me again and left. I was praying that Bhabi should not tell anything to my Bhaia.
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