15-11-2022, 12:03 PM
Nasira, of course was taken aback with Purva’s extremely bold and whorish outfit, but she managed to stay put in front of Mushtaq. She of course, knew Mushtaq from a very long time, and she regarded him as a good natured person, always available at her beck and call even in the absence of her husband for personal favours. She of course, did not expect such a vulgar outfit on his whore, but she did not show it. She had come to know of Purva’s public humiliation in the slums by the slum women a couple of days back, and the fact that she was a shameless whore was known to all the dignified women she was in touch with. But now, seeing her in such a shameless avatar attested to the fact that she was indeed one characterless whore. Of course, like all the slum dwellers, she knew of Purva’s origin, and the way she exhibited herself as Mushtaq’s whore made her wonder what was up with this woman. She could not believe how nasty and slutty she had made herself look in that ridiculous outfit and her overly trashy makeup. She was also concerned with her armpit bush, that was making her look even more like a ridiculous clown.
With the intent of clearing the air of the situation, Rashid said, “Waah, purghi, yeh dress tere pe bohot sahi lag rha hai”, he said, with a slight smile.
Purva was of course dying of shyness. She needed a little more time to ease herself in, but Rashid’s words made her a little less uncomfortable. After all, she was a whore, and she dressed just like one, she was confident enough. Moreover, the beating that she had endured from the slum women for appearing buck naked right on the streets as well as her dirty naked avatar for panchayat had made her even more bold and shameless.
“Bhayya yeh dress sarpanch saheb ne silwaya, gaon ke auraton ke purane kapde se”, Mushtaq said, pulling his dear wife closer to her.
“Achha, sahi hai…Hussain ne sahi design chuna hai purghi pe”, he said with mock laughter.
Finally, Nasira bhabhi too started to settle into the situation. After all, she too reasoned that such a shameless whore was entitled to wear such demeaning clothes for the world to see. “Neecha, tumhare baare me meine bohot kuch suna hai…aaj pehli baar tumse mil ke achha lag rha hai”, she said with a smile on her face.
Purva was certainly surprized such a positive reaction to her slut avatar from an old woman as Nasira. To Purva, both Rashid and Nasira seemed very dignified as shown by their status in the slums. Mushtaq told her that Rashid was one of the senior citizens in the slums and his word meant a lot. He also told her that Nasira was like an elder sister to her, and that she was beside him along with Rashid in his struggles in the slums. So when Nasira had said what she said, Purva was very happy to have accepted her as a shameless whore. Out of happiness and respect, she once again got up and walked over to Nasira and touched her feet again, “thank you Nasira bhabhi, aap se mil ke mujhe bohot khush hua hai“, she said.
“Arre, aise kya baat hai neecha, aao mere paas baitho”, she said as Nasira made her sit next to her at the corner.
Nasira then called out loud, “Dimri, mehmaan k liye paani le aana beta”.
Dimri was Nasira’s in-house maid. She was about 22 years old. When she made her way to the hall, Purva saw that she was quite short for her age. She noticed that she greeted Mushtaq , but just gave a casual look to Purva. She had also noticed the frown on her face, visibly because of her slut costume. Purva didn’t really bother herself with it, as she was certainly accepted by Nasira bhabhi.
As Dimri entered the hall with the tray of glasses, Nasira bhabhi said, “Yeh hai Dimri, yeh mere liye ghar ka kaam karti hai…”. She continued, “Dimri, Mushtaq bhayya to tumhe pata hi hai, aur yeh hai unki biwi, neecha”. Purva of course, now resigned to the fact that she would be called neecha in the households by the women in the slums. She also figured out that all of them knew of her humiliation by the slum women. Apparently, matters dealt with the panchayat attained very high notice in the slums. Dimri once again, looked at Purva with a hint of disdain as if giving her notice to a whore like Purva wasn’t worth of her time.
“neecha, jab tere saath milk booth pe kaand hua tha, yeh wahi thi…toh usne ghar aake mere ko sab bataya tha”, said Nasira bhabhi. “Sach sach batau toh Dimri ne bhi tere maar-peeth ki thi apne chappal se sab k saath, par jab yeh aake mujhe batayi thi, meine usko daanta”, said Nasira bhabhi.
So that was the thing. Dimri was personally present and had even taken part in Purva’s humiliation and that was the reason why she acted all disdainful towards her. Purva felt really embarrassed in the situation, and wished that Nasira bhabhi hadn’t mentioned this to her, at least in Dimri’s presence. Of course, it was really humiliating for her to be told that a low-life servant like Dimri had actually beaten Purva with her slippers out in the public. “Achha bhabhi”, was all she managed to say with a silly smile. She looked at Dimri with the same smile, hoping to receive it back to let the embarrassment pass, but Dimri thought the better of it, as she just grimaced at her smile, and turned away from her look, as if she was a worthless little whore.
With the intent of clearing the air of the situation, Rashid said, “Waah, purghi, yeh dress tere pe bohot sahi lag rha hai”, he said, with a slight smile.
Purva was of course dying of shyness. She needed a little more time to ease herself in, but Rashid’s words made her a little less uncomfortable. After all, she was a whore, and she dressed just like one, she was confident enough. Moreover, the beating that she had endured from the slum women for appearing buck naked right on the streets as well as her dirty naked avatar for panchayat had made her even more bold and shameless.
“Bhayya yeh dress sarpanch saheb ne silwaya, gaon ke auraton ke purane kapde se”, Mushtaq said, pulling his dear wife closer to her.
“Achha, sahi hai…Hussain ne sahi design chuna hai purghi pe”, he said with mock laughter.
Finally, Nasira bhabhi too started to settle into the situation. After all, she too reasoned that such a shameless whore was entitled to wear such demeaning clothes for the world to see. “Neecha, tumhare baare me meine bohot kuch suna hai…aaj pehli baar tumse mil ke achha lag rha hai”, she said with a smile on her face.
Purva was certainly surprized such a positive reaction to her slut avatar from an old woman as Nasira. To Purva, both Rashid and Nasira seemed very dignified as shown by their status in the slums. Mushtaq told her that Rashid was one of the senior citizens in the slums and his word meant a lot. He also told her that Nasira was like an elder sister to her, and that she was beside him along with Rashid in his struggles in the slums. So when Nasira had said what she said, Purva was very happy to have accepted her as a shameless whore. Out of happiness and respect, she once again got up and walked over to Nasira and touched her feet again, “thank you Nasira bhabhi, aap se mil ke mujhe bohot khush hua hai“, she said.
“Arre, aise kya baat hai neecha, aao mere paas baitho”, she said as Nasira made her sit next to her at the corner.
Nasira then called out loud, “Dimri, mehmaan k liye paani le aana beta”.
Dimri was Nasira’s in-house maid. She was about 22 years old. When she made her way to the hall, Purva saw that she was quite short for her age. She noticed that she greeted Mushtaq , but just gave a casual look to Purva. She had also noticed the frown on her face, visibly because of her slut costume. Purva didn’t really bother herself with it, as she was certainly accepted by Nasira bhabhi.
As Dimri entered the hall with the tray of glasses, Nasira bhabhi said, “Yeh hai Dimri, yeh mere liye ghar ka kaam karti hai…”. She continued, “Dimri, Mushtaq bhayya to tumhe pata hi hai, aur yeh hai unki biwi, neecha”. Purva of course, now resigned to the fact that she would be called neecha in the households by the women in the slums. She also figured out that all of them knew of her humiliation by the slum women. Apparently, matters dealt with the panchayat attained very high notice in the slums. Dimri once again, looked at Purva with a hint of disdain as if giving her notice to a whore like Purva wasn’t worth of her time.
“neecha, jab tere saath milk booth pe kaand hua tha, yeh wahi thi…toh usne ghar aake mere ko sab bataya tha”, said Nasira bhabhi. “Sach sach batau toh Dimri ne bhi tere maar-peeth ki thi apne chappal se sab k saath, par jab yeh aake mujhe batayi thi, meine usko daanta”, said Nasira bhabhi.
So that was the thing. Dimri was personally present and had even taken part in Purva’s humiliation and that was the reason why she acted all disdainful towards her. Purva felt really embarrassed in the situation, and wished that Nasira bhabhi hadn’t mentioned this to her, at least in Dimri’s presence. Of course, it was really humiliating for her to be told that a low-life servant like Dimri had actually beaten Purva with her slippers out in the public. “Achha bhabhi”, was all she managed to say with a silly smile. She looked at Dimri with the same smile, hoping to receive it back to let the embarrassment pass, but Dimri thought the better of it, as she just grimaced at her smile, and turned away from her look, as if she was a worthless little whore.
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