Misc. Erotica The Pehelwan Syndrome - (Completed)

[Ankur 2019]

Episode 2

Oh shucks! its already 7 pm in the evening! hey...why didn't Bittu show up yet! I wondered and my heart suddenly ached to see my son. I was so irritated because of my long noon nap and I bit my lip again to realise why I had these long naps. In my typically noon naps I had these dreams of winning some kind of Exercise compettitions and I can see the whole neighborhood clapping for me as I stand in my spandex and flex my athele arms, while also holding the trophy. The sexiest smile remain on my face while I flaunt my belly button with prominent abs!

Hmmmmm! these dreams keep coming, but still I get an itch of something missing out! I wondered what it was and just then I look at the watch again and my heart ached for my son! I got up assembling my saree and tying my hair in a decent bun before leaving the house. I first come across my neighbor Parekh aunty, who was this very caring neighbor next block!

"Aunty, did you see Bittu??" I ask out of maternal concern.

"No Aamaya beti, I have no idea, this is so concerning! perhaps you should go check the park! the children keep playing there till late evening!" Parekh aunty always had a sweet concern tone, which I felt was genuine. Anyways, I nodded and rushed to the park. My image was that of the concerned mother you see on short films, looking for her precious lost child.

I reach the park somehow and then I hear sounds which amplify my fears inside...

"AYE CHOTU! I will kick on your pee pee next time! got it??"

"HAHAHAHA....Are Bilal bhai! look at this cry baby!!

"Let me go!!! sniff...let me goo!!"

The last voice was undoubtedly my Bittu's! My heart aches and I rush on the familiar spot to see two teenage boys bullying my precious child! Now being an athlete since my college days, I always chose Fight over Flight and therefore I rushed there and grabbed hold of the colar of the taller one! I dared normally in these occasions.
"Let my son go! get lost from this place or else I will call the security officer!" I grab on to his collar and he smiles, shoving my soft palm off and left the place, while murmering to his buddy.."Let go the little shit! chal, lets go now!"

I saw the teary face of my son and I hugged him firm! even when I hugged firm, I realise how lanky my arms were compared to those goon teenagers, but still there was no way a mother would not protect her own son in such occasions! although I was fearful of any violent step from them, since being a lady there was no way I would have put up a fight with those muscled goon like boys.

Maybe I would have if I was pretty well muscled myself! there we go again! I brush these ackward thoughts and like a normal mother scolded Bittu all the way home to return home before 7 pm everyday and he would nodd, while holding on to my waist and I blush again when I look down to see the part of my exposed waist, which always had well defined abs in every noon dream of mine.

Anyways, I reach home and while Bittu goes for his homeworks, I prepare some delicious Palak Paneer for my dearest hubby! who would be here anytime soon and my heart aches to hug him and run my manicured pink nails on his clean shaven face and while allowing him to nibble on my neck and carry me to the bedroom. Ofcoarse he was no Pehelwan, but he did carry me well always and hmmmmmmmm.....I better focus on the paneer, than just talking about him! (Cute giggles)

I also promised myself that I will admonish Bittu well so that he doesn't get into the company of those awful teens, altthough I did feel an itch to bash them up, but then I was surprised by the amount of violence I had in my mind, but then...I assure myself that I am the traditional wife, who would cook food, make love to her sweet and caring husband and get my sweetu son ready for college and hmmmmmmm! indulge myself in perhaps....some crazy thoughts!

Few moments later

Atlast I get done with my cooking and now I can hopefully relax! I am a binge browser for stuff and therefore I like cuddling on the sofa and get my tablet to see web series and all and just before I could get on with my movie app, my fingers tremble and shake to do something. To click on that advertisment once more!
Heaving a deep breath, I type the name of the protein powder on the search engine and find amazingly bizzare results or lets say images. I looked very closely at men and women in immensely muscled forms! and not the regular muscled ones but the hefty bullish appearences that made them look oily, darker and oh! not at all pleasent at all, perhaps it was the sweaty sheen on their muscled beefy bodies that made me cringe, but also get goosebumps throughout my body.

"Every considered the weights? you might just fill out your loose blouses Amu!! think about it!" I remembered this silly line from Shruti once more and I blush and bite my lip and look at my loose blouse sleeve and wonder how it would be to have an arm which wasn't just wider, but stronger too! and Oh....there goes that unknown itch down there again and I stop this thinking, and how I did this? I decided to call Balo!
Luckily he picked it up!

"Have you reached yet??" I use a restless romantic voice, as I cuddle a pillow on my bossom, lying on my sofa.

"Almost there Amu! don't be impatient dear!" Balo uses his soothing tone once more and I just say "Hmmmmmmmmm okay, waiting eagerly! come soon!"

"Sure! where is Bittu?"

"Homework! dont worry! he is a good boy!"

"Okay then, have to disconnect now! see you soon Amu!"

"O..kay!"

When Balo disconnected, I leave out a sigh and got back to the images of the product and those oily bodybuilding images make me strangely more curious and then I browse ahead and get amazed of these bodybuilders doing worldwide compettitions and lifting immense weights and all and not just the men but some of the women looked awful! But hmmmm so beefy and strong and I cover my mouth with my pink nails in awe once more.

I keep aside the tablet and wonder......and then I wonder again, but this time, rushing to my bedroom and once I reached there, I looked at my stomach and thought of some defined abs there and no way I was thinking of bulking up or anything that sort, but perhaps a bit more of power in the body wouldn't be harmful! 

Perhaps I could tackle those goon like boys a bit more confidently and protect my little boy from them! Ofcourse if I were a man I would have bashed them up, but hey, what if I gather some more power as a woman!

Hmmmm?

I also remember the moments when Bittu would make me pull up the saree a little bit and use my bare ankle and lower leg as a pillar for his Gi Joe toys and then he would cutely tell me. . . 

"Mummy!!! You got strong legs!" 

Aww! I would pull my son up and hug him and kiss his cheeks and it was difficult to explain my little boy about the feelings I get when I would get complimented on my well worked out legs and honestly my firm thighs and legs were the best part of my whole body, although I did put a slight weight after giving birth to Bittu, but hey, who doesn't like to have a decently womanly figure.

I gaze and gaze and keep gazing at my figure and I get crazy thoughts in my mind. Thoughts regarding just shaping up a bit more and perhaps having some stronger arms and legs crept inside my mind and just when I would rush back to my phone and maybe ummm click on that silly ad..

The bell rang!

Oh...Is it....I had to rush to the door and the moment I opened it...

It wasn't what I was expecting...

There wasn't my husband at the door, but most probably a hawaldar who had a serious face at this moment...

"Madam! I am coming from the nearby security officer station. Your husband Mr Singh has met with a serious accident!"

The words sting me like a Hot pang of molten iron and I just stand still. My eyes wide with shock.