03-10-2023, 11:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 15-10-2023, 03:13 PM by garamrohan. Edited 4 times in total. Edited 4 times in total.)
Deepesh was checking on his mom for a third time since last hour and she looked absolutely fine. Not only that, she looked quite happy; is this the effect of the decoction that Paresh has given? Somehow Deepesh was not convinced; the man had created terribly bad vibes since the day he appeared at their door.
Deepesh was standing at the door of the kitchen, holding the curtain in hand and lost into his own thoughts. Divya passed by him humming a romantic song ‘aami jamini tumi sashi’ and playfully hit Deepesh's head.
Deepesh was amazed, but at least relieved to some extent.
“Shall I go down and play?” he asked his mother Divya.
“Why not sugar? But don’t go far away. I am making your favourite fish curry; will call you when it is done!”
“But I don’t like fish curry mummy..”
“You don’t? Oh my god.. Then who likes it?” She laughed foolishly, “Anyway… go and play champ,” she said as she stirred in the vessel on the stove and tasted the curry by pouring a little in her palm.
“Whatever,” Deepesh flicked off his shoulders and went down to play.
With super joy and a bat in his hand which he was swinging like a sword, Deepesh walked down taking big jumps, stepping down two steps with a jump.
“And the Victory… Hip hip..” His mouth remained open and he lost the words as he saw Paresh standing next to him.
He wasn’t just standing. He had moved his drawing set up in the verandah. And was working there.
“What happened champ? Is Mumma feeling fine now?” He asked while his hands made strokes on the portrait.
Not sure what to say, Deepesh just smiled and walked towards the empty ground. He just oversaw the image that Paresh was working on while he crossed him. That was approaching the conclusion, Deepesh thought. And it was true indeed, the ambitious painting of Paresh - ‘lady going in the jungle in search of something’ was almost to be finished and in time probably - the Basant Panchami was on the next day.
Deepesh walked some 20-25 metres and as he turned back, those two satanic eyes were still looking at him, with envy; with disregard. Deepesh chose to ignore the man. “What does this man think of himself? Not a good attitude. No wonder he is struggling for bread and butter despite being such a skilled painter,” He thought.
“You gave her the medicine, right?” Paresh poked the boy busy playing with the ball.
He simply nodded. His mind again trembled with suspicion.
“Are you sure?” Paresh’s hands stopped the work and his eyes got fixed on Deepesh as if he was accused; and then suddenly he burst into laughter.
“I mean if so, I was expecting to notice her hustling and bustling by now. You have got a very lively mom boy,” he shook his head and smiled to himself.
The poor boy felt the blood boiling, but alas!.. he was not strong enough to answer the bastard. He ignored him.
“Oh here she is, You mummy will live longer,” Paresh grinned at Deepesh.
“Why the hell mummy came to the balcony?” The possessive boy felt a tweak at his heart as he saw Divya gracefully appear in the balcony, unaware of being watched, leisurely freeing her wet hairs from the turkish towel wrapped around.
Next, she bent and started drying her hairs by bending forward and sweeping her hairs with the towel.. That was a sight! A beauty like Divya conditioning her dense, long lustrous hair.
“Oh my..” He muttered in ecstasy.
She was in a lemon-coloured saree with a matching blouse accentuating her attractiveness. The rest, and probably the potion given by Paresh, has freshed her well and her face was glowing after having an afternoon shower.
Of course, Deepesh wanted to ask her to go inside, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. His tongue was paralysed.
Divya went on and suddenly, with a strong flick of the towel, one of her earrings shooted towards Paresh, hit Paresh's chest, and landed before him. He picked it up and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He cleared his throat, grabbing Divya's attention.
"Hey Divya! Careful dear, " he showed her the ring.
Divya startled, as she did not anticipate anybody present around. Looking at Paresh got butterflies in her stomach. A shy-nervous smile appeared on her face. It was then Divya checked her ears and found the left earring missing, she looked at Paresh with gratitude as he approached her standing just below the balcony.
"Are you okay now?" Paresh asked, "Your son had come to me a few hours back asking for medicine."
" Oh... that was given by you? So nice of you! It brought me instant relief. I had been feeling terrible since last night," Divya said, making a bad face.
"I am obliged to help you Divya,” he smiled warmly.
Deepesh went mad seeing the chemistry build-up between the two. But he was even more hurt by Divya not noticing him.
Divya joined the hands and signalled Paresh to throw the ring at her. Parash tossed the ring but it didn't reach the grasp of Divya and she bent across the railing to get hold of it.
What this action led to, has been the dream of every kinky man on earth. Divya’s pallu slipped and was now hung half-way down the balcony and her beautiful bosoms got exposed in the most inappropriate way. The deep-clevage formed from her tightly stitched low cut blouse looked like a valley of femininity and her mangalsutra was hanging next to her bulged chest like a pendulum.
Paresh felt his cock coming to life in his pants. He licked his dry lips as he enjoyed the view religiously.
“Oh sorry.. Missed it. Through it one more time,” Divya said, still unaware of her position. But Paresh was already lost, with jaw dropped.
The weird expression on Paresh’s face alerted her, and she felt embarrassment for that pallu-drop. She stood up straight and with one hand she covered the cleavage area while with the other hand she pulled the pallu.
Paresh picked up the ring and quickly whirled it again at Divya. This time ‘ensuring’ that it won’t reach her definitely. He had learned the trick. And Divya got stumped again, trying to grab it unsuccessfully and putting those beautiful globes again on exhibition.
“You are so beautiful Divya!” Paresh said looking straight into her eyes as she struggled to maintain her saree. His praise only accentuated the redness of her face. She stood there clueless.
“Shall I come up with this?” Paresh asked with the gesture. And Divya nodded with a faint, hesitant smile. Turned back and disappeared into home.
Paresh literally rushed to climb the stairs, carrying the ring in his hand, now he had also forgotten Deepesh’ presence.
Deepesh’s heart was throbbing and he stepped slowly towards his home, as he heard Paresh Footsteps at the stairs. As he walked, he oversaw the painting and now, strangely, he felt the similarity with the lady in the painting and his beautiful mom. He started breathing heavily and silently taking steps anticipating what he would get to see there.
Deepesh was standing at the door of the kitchen, holding the curtain in hand and lost into his own thoughts. Divya passed by him humming a romantic song ‘aami jamini tumi sashi’ and playfully hit Deepesh's head.
Deepesh was amazed, but at least relieved to some extent.
“Shall I go down and play?” he asked his mother Divya.
“Why not sugar? But don’t go far away. I am making your favourite fish curry; will call you when it is done!”
“But I don’t like fish curry mummy..”
“You don’t? Oh my god.. Then who likes it?” She laughed foolishly, “Anyway… go and play champ,” she said as she stirred in the vessel on the stove and tasted the curry by pouring a little in her palm.
“Whatever,” Deepesh flicked off his shoulders and went down to play.
With super joy and a bat in his hand which he was swinging like a sword, Deepesh walked down taking big jumps, stepping down two steps with a jump.
“And the Victory… Hip hip..” His mouth remained open and he lost the words as he saw Paresh standing next to him.
He wasn’t just standing. He had moved his drawing set up in the verandah. And was working there.
“What happened champ? Is Mumma feeling fine now?” He asked while his hands made strokes on the portrait.
Not sure what to say, Deepesh just smiled and walked towards the empty ground. He just oversaw the image that Paresh was working on while he crossed him. That was approaching the conclusion, Deepesh thought. And it was true indeed, the ambitious painting of Paresh - ‘lady going in the jungle in search of something’ was almost to be finished and in time probably - the Basant Panchami was on the next day.
Deepesh walked some 20-25 metres and as he turned back, those two satanic eyes were still looking at him, with envy; with disregard. Deepesh chose to ignore the man. “What does this man think of himself? Not a good attitude. No wonder he is struggling for bread and butter despite being such a skilled painter,” He thought.
“You gave her the medicine, right?” Paresh poked the boy busy playing with the ball.
He simply nodded. His mind again trembled with suspicion.
“Are you sure?” Paresh’s hands stopped the work and his eyes got fixed on Deepesh as if he was accused; and then suddenly he burst into laughter.
“I mean if so, I was expecting to notice her hustling and bustling by now. You have got a very lively mom boy,” he shook his head and smiled to himself.
The poor boy felt the blood boiling, but alas!.. he was not strong enough to answer the bastard. He ignored him.
“Oh here she is, You mummy will live longer,” Paresh grinned at Deepesh.
“Why the hell mummy came to the balcony?” The possessive boy felt a tweak at his heart as he saw Divya gracefully appear in the balcony, unaware of being watched, leisurely freeing her wet hairs from the turkish towel wrapped around.
Next, she bent and started drying her hairs by bending forward and sweeping her hairs with the towel.. That was a sight! A beauty like Divya conditioning her dense, long lustrous hair.
“Oh my..” He muttered in ecstasy.
She was in a lemon-coloured saree with a matching blouse accentuating her attractiveness. The rest, and probably the potion given by Paresh, has freshed her well and her face was glowing after having an afternoon shower.
Of course, Deepesh wanted to ask her to go inside, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. His tongue was paralysed.
Divya went on and suddenly, with a strong flick of the towel, one of her earrings shooted towards Paresh, hit Paresh's chest, and landed before him. He picked it up and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He cleared his throat, grabbing Divya's attention.
"Hey Divya! Careful dear, " he showed her the ring.
Divya startled, as she did not anticipate anybody present around. Looking at Paresh got butterflies in her stomach. A shy-nervous smile appeared on her face. It was then Divya checked her ears and found the left earring missing, she looked at Paresh with gratitude as he approached her standing just below the balcony.
"Are you okay now?" Paresh asked, "Your son had come to me a few hours back asking for medicine."
" Oh... that was given by you? So nice of you! It brought me instant relief. I had been feeling terrible since last night," Divya said, making a bad face.
"I am obliged to help you Divya,” he smiled warmly.
Deepesh went mad seeing the chemistry build-up between the two. But he was even more hurt by Divya not noticing him.
Divya joined the hands and signalled Paresh to throw the ring at her. Parash tossed the ring but it didn't reach the grasp of Divya and she bent across the railing to get hold of it.
What this action led to, has been the dream of every kinky man on earth. Divya’s pallu slipped and was now hung half-way down the balcony and her beautiful bosoms got exposed in the most inappropriate way. The deep-clevage formed from her tightly stitched low cut blouse looked like a valley of femininity and her mangalsutra was hanging next to her bulged chest like a pendulum.
Paresh felt his cock coming to life in his pants. He licked his dry lips as he enjoyed the view religiously.
“Oh sorry.. Missed it. Through it one more time,” Divya said, still unaware of her position. But Paresh was already lost, with jaw dropped.
The weird expression on Paresh’s face alerted her, and she felt embarrassment for that pallu-drop. She stood up straight and with one hand she covered the cleavage area while with the other hand she pulled the pallu.
Paresh picked up the ring and quickly whirled it again at Divya. This time ‘ensuring’ that it won’t reach her definitely. He had learned the trick. And Divya got stumped again, trying to grab it unsuccessfully and putting those beautiful globes again on exhibition.
“You are so beautiful Divya!” Paresh said looking straight into her eyes as she struggled to maintain her saree. His praise only accentuated the redness of her face. She stood there clueless.
“Shall I come up with this?” Paresh asked with the gesture. And Divya nodded with a faint, hesitant smile. Turned back and disappeared into home.
Paresh literally rushed to climb the stairs, carrying the ring in his hand, now he had also forgotten Deepesh’ presence.
Deepesh’s heart was throbbing and he stepped slowly towards his home, as he heard Paresh Footsteps at the stairs. As he walked, he oversaw the painting and now, strangely, he felt the similarity with the lady in the painting and his beautiful mom. He started breathing heavily and silently taking steps anticipating what he would get to see there.
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