15-12-2023, 08:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 15-12-2023, 08:48 PM by garamrohan. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
In the middle of the hall were standing Paresh and Divya. As Paresh poured the ring in her her hand, she painted a smile on her face but couldn’t mask her unease. The strange blend of attraction and awkwardness; for the reason on Paresh knew well.
“Wait.. I will bring tea for you,” as tension became unbearable for her, she figured out a way to dismiss.
He madly looked at her full, lustrous body. She had typical Bengali, motherly figure. Her waist & stomach, well toned for her age, and full but shapely mounds were radiating sensuality through that graceful, sexy saree. His hand scratched the hardon over his pants.
Paresh followed her up to Kitchen door. As she was busy making tea, he devoured her look from behind. Her long lustrous hair were covering most of her back, and was perfectly in contrast with her fair back.
“So… Did you know your husband is like this before marrying him?” Paresh poked.
Without turning back to Paresh, she asked in hesitation, “Like this? What do you mean by that?”
“I mean. He might be good husband in a traditional way, and any woman should be happy to have husband like him, but you are not ‘any woman’, isn’t it?”
Divya preferred not to answer and poured milk in the tea silently.
“I just wanted to say, you are special. And I am not only talking about your unearthly beauty, Divya.. You have heart of gold, and you are so curious about things around, your likes for art. When you are doing something like this, the glitter in your eyes only adds to your lustrous appearance.”
“How much sugar? One spoon?” Her voice has become shaky.
Paresh just moved away from there, without answering. He was observing the interior and arrangement of the hall. Needless to say, that was a splendid work of Divya, which Paresh couldn’t appreciate enough. There was a free space at the middle of the wall, which Paresh thought will be ideal to hung his painting which was on verge of completion, of course he knew that the senseless, money hungry, human-robot Ghosh babu won’t do that. And definitely not, if Paresh’s plan is successful.
“Here’s the tea,” Divya offered the tea faking a smile, a big turmoil was going on in her mind.
Their hands brushed when Paresh accepted the tea. “Are you not having it?” He asked Divya who was lost in her own thoughts.
“Huh? No.. I don’t..”
“Let’s share this one,” without letting her complete,Paresh poured half of the cup in the saucer and offered her the cup. She couldn’t say no.
“Divya, you should have married an artist,” Paresh continued as both were enjoying the tea, “I might sound harsh, but narrow-minded, too much practical man like Ghosh babu doesn’t deserve beautiful, sensual and artistic woman like you.”
Divya again started to feel strangeness and headache that she had got relief from just for few hours.
“Are you okay?”, his palm touched Divya’s soft, healthy naked arm, and she looked at him with shock. Something sparkled in her mind.
“Divya.. are you okay?” He shook her gently by both of her arms.
Something strange was in his touch.. and Divya sensed her feelings for this malnourished, almost broke, but a talented artist becoming overwhelming. She shrugged the shoulders to get away his hands that were probably disturbing her and turn the face in fear that Paresh will anticipate her mind.
“What about your painting Paresh? When it will be done?” Her voice had become hoarse.
“It’s concluding. Tonight at any moment after 12:00 AM, it will live up to the purpose for which it was created,” Paresh said with cold voice, darkness was lurking through his words.
“After 12:00 AM in the night? Is anybody coming for possession of the painting this late?” She was confused.
“Not anybody, someone special,” he licked lips. Her back was still at him and he could see her glittering soft back through her backless blouse and her hips were looking so inviting in that perfectly wore yellow saree.
“Oh.. Can’t you trade this painting the day after tomorrow? I really wanted to see that.” Divya said suddenly turning back in excitement and noticed that Paresh was staring at her bums.
When their eyes met, both kept mum.
“That situation won’t arise, Divya,” said Paresh confidently.
“Means?”
“Basant Panchami will begun from 12:00 AM tonight, right? Then everything will fall in place,” Paresh smiled mysteriously.
Looking at Divya’s confused face, Paresh diverted the talk, “By the way, you should not be that excited about the painting right? You have already got near to perfect copy of the painting that I had tore off.”
“Oh that one,” Divya turned to table and take out the carefully rolled painting from the drawer.. She cleared clutter out of the table and spread it on it. Meanwhile, Paresh has reached her, standing just behind her, so close that he can smell her aroma.
“What made you bring this here?” He hissed near her ear.
“I don’t know,” Divya didn’t thought much and concentrated on that picture.
“What if I tell you that you are the inspiration for my painting? This torn one as well as the one that I am about to complete?” Paresh asked very calmly.
Divya looked back with shock. Her eyes became big with disbelief. Paresh just looked in her eyes, and nodded in affirmation. He signalled her to look at the painting spread next to her carefully.
Divya’s breathing become heavy as she started to notice the similarity between her and the lady in the painting. Her shivering hand rolled over the painting in amazement when Paresh whispered, “Yes Divya. I love you so much. I am just obsessed with you for what a wonderful woman you are.” His hands slithered by her waist to hold her softly.
“You just can’t imagine how much I have struggled to get you Divya. Please accept the proposal from this poor, sensitive artist. You are not destined for living with man like your hubby, dear. You deserve better, You deserve ME,” Saying this, his arm tighten around her and he pieced his face in her long hair and smelled it to full his lungs.
“Wh.. wha.… what are you doing… this is sin..” she panicked, still not able to get courage to get him off.
“Here, in this bullshit society? Yes Divya, ” He turned her to face him and held her pretty chicks in his palms and uttered, “I am going to take you far away from all this. So far that nobody can reach us”.
And he kissed her cherry red, perfectly pouted lips!
Her hand stiffened and jerked in the air, in primal fear and helplessness. She felt his aggression, with the kiss turning into deep smooch and she can taste him as their salivas combined.
Her denial was too minor to stop him, was she really willing to get him off was the question.
Deepesh, who has by now reached the house, was standing at door, seeing his fears turning out to be true. His throat felt chocked as drops of sweat started trailing down his forehead.
Paresh feasted on her, while maintaining the lip-lock, he started caressing his dream woman. His fingers pierced into the softness of her swinging bums that kept him aroused all the time, her waist fold got pinched lovingly, her hair got combed with his long skinny fingers before taking her pallu off.
Deepesh was deeply destroyed, seeing his sweet mother’s pride getting looted next to him. As Divya’s motherly breasts caught the attention of excited Paresh, who was pressing those to best of his ability, he finally broke the kiss.
“Haaahh .. Haaaah..” Divya stepped back a feet to stumble across the table, trying hard to maintain her breath. She was red in shame but, she hardly got any time to act. At very next moment, Paresh attacked her breasts with itchy hands and hungry mouth.
“Paresh.. aaaah… enough… This is sooooo wrong…” all she could say as Paresh was smooching and slurping all over her cleavage while his hands massaged her volumptous mammeries. Paresh’s couldn’t crush enough of those large, soft globes to his heart’s content; but he was in damn hurry, was very excited. His hands moved to areolas, stimulating her areola over blouse with his finger tips. Deepesh looked down with full of shame as he noticed her areola and the nipples protruding to become noticeable over the sexy yellow blouse she was carrying.
Divya was just gasping with open mouth, with her eyes closed. Sexy expressions were emerging on her tensed face. She was literally aroused by Paresh playing at her weak points, her sensitive breasts - especially nipples and areola.
And Paresh started to undo her blouse.
“Paresh no,” Somehow she got out of the transe and opposed his hands.
Paresh tried again, but she looked determined to let not open the blouse. He picked her up and made her sit on the table she was standing by, right on the old painting. Her back was touching the wall and her legs were hanging down in air.
He handcuffed her over her own head by one of his hand and with free hand he started taking her saree up. her shapely legs and plump, milky white thighs got revealed which Paresh started to caress.
“Paresh Please,” She wanted to say this but he smooched her again.
His hand massaged her thighs so sensually that, her legs started jerking in between. His hand advanced further, inside her saree and he started to pulling out her panty.
Divya had become very weak by then and she looked fully submitted as Paresh’s tongue was diving into her open, gasping mouth and wet sloppy kisses were going on.
Deepesh who was spell-bounded till now, noticed her yellow coloured designer panty (which was probably matching with her saree), getting down upto her thighs. It was high time for him. Otherwise corruption of his pious mother was inevitable. And by gathering all the courage, he yelled,
“Mummyyy……”
And that brought the mating pair on ground. Startled Paresh looked back towards Deepesh, and this gap was ample for Divya to catch up with breath and she wore the panty back and stood on the ground. She literally pushed Paresh.
“Get lost Paresh…”
“Divya? You?”
“Just shut up. And get out.” She was not even looking at his face, “I don’t want to talk with you.”
“If you are not interested in me, why you were cooking fish curry, Divya? Don’t you find it strange how you end up cooking something that I like?” Paresh said out of frustration.
The ego-hurted man looked once at Deepesh and once at Divya and walked towards the door.
“You will yourself walk to me soon. And this is my promise.” Paresh said to Divya who was making her saree, and left for his house.
“Wait.. I will bring tea for you,” as tension became unbearable for her, she figured out a way to dismiss.
He madly looked at her full, lustrous body. She had typical Bengali, motherly figure. Her waist & stomach, well toned for her age, and full but shapely mounds were radiating sensuality through that graceful, sexy saree. His hand scratched the hardon over his pants.
Paresh followed her up to Kitchen door. As she was busy making tea, he devoured her look from behind. Her long lustrous hair were covering most of her back, and was perfectly in contrast with her fair back.
“So… Did you know your husband is like this before marrying him?” Paresh poked.
Without turning back to Paresh, she asked in hesitation, “Like this? What do you mean by that?”
“I mean. He might be good husband in a traditional way, and any woman should be happy to have husband like him, but you are not ‘any woman’, isn’t it?”
Divya preferred not to answer and poured milk in the tea silently.
“I just wanted to say, you are special. And I am not only talking about your unearthly beauty, Divya.. You have heart of gold, and you are so curious about things around, your likes for art. When you are doing something like this, the glitter in your eyes only adds to your lustrous appearance.”
“How much sugar? One spoon?” Her voice has become shaky.
Paresh just moved away from there, without answering. He was observing the interior and arrangement of the hall. Needless to say, that was a splendid work of Divya, which Paresh couldn’t appreciate enough. There was a free space at the middle of the wall, which Paresh thought will be ideal to hung his painting which was on verge of completion, of course he knew that the senseless, money hungry, human-robot Ghosh babu won’t do that. And definitely not, if Paresh’s plan is successful.
“Here’s the tea,” Divya offered the tea faking a smile, a big turmoil was going on in her mind.
Their hands brushed when Paresh accepted the tea. “Are you not having it?” He asked Divya who was lost in her own thoughts.
“Huh? No.. I don’t..”
“Let’s share this one,” without letting her complete,Paresh poured half of the cup in the saucer and offered her the cup. She couldn’t say no.
“Divya, you should have married an artist,” Paresh continued as both were enjoying the tea, “I might sound harsh, but narrow-minded, too much practical man like Ghosh babu doesn’t deserve beautiful, sensual and artistic woman like you.”
Divya again started to feel strangeness and headache that she had got relief from just for few hours.
“Are you okay?”, his palm touched Divya’s soft, healthy naked arm, and she looked at him with shock. Something sparkled in her mind.
“Divya.. are you okay?” He shook her gently by both of her arms.
Something strange was in his touch.. and Divya sensed her feelings for this malnourished, almost broke, but a talented artist becoming overwhelming. She shrugged the shoulders to get away his hands that were probably disturbing her and turn the face in fear that Paresh will anticipate her mind.
“What about your painting Paresh? When it will be done?” Her voice had become hoarse.
“It’s concluding. Tonight at any moment after 12:00 AM, it will live up to the purpose for which it was created,” Paresh said with cold voice, darkness was lurking through his words.
“After 12:00 AM in the night? Is anybody coming for possession of the painting this late?” She was confused.
“Not anybody, someone special,” he licked lips. Her back was still at him and he could see her glittering soft back through her backless blouse and her hips were looking so inviting in that perfectly wore yellow saree.
“Oh.. Can’t you trade this painting the day after tomorrow? I really wanted to see that.” Divya said suddenly turning back in excitement and noticed that Paresh was staring at her bums.
When their eyes met, both kept mum.
“That situation won’t arise, Divya,” said Paresh confidently.
“Means?”
“Basant Panchami will begun from 12:00 AM tonight, right? Then everything will fall in place,” Paresh smiled mysteriously.
Looking at Divya’s confused face, Paresh diverted the talk, “By the way, you should not be that excited about the painting right? You have already got near to perfect copy of the painting that I had tore off.”
“Oh that one,” Divya turned to table and take out the carefully rolled painting from the drawer.. She cleared clutter out of the table and spread it on it. Meanwhile, Paresh has reached her, standing just behind her, so close that he can smell her aroma.
“What made you bring this here?” He hissed near her ear.
“I don’t know,” Divya didn’t thought much and concentrated on that picture.
“What if I tell you that you are the inspiration for my painting? This torn one as well as the one that I am about to complete?” Paresh asked very calmly.
Divya looked back with shock. Her eyes became big with disbelief. Paresh just looked in her eyes, and nodded in affirmation. He signalled her to look at the painting spread next to her carefully.
Divya’s breathing become heavy as she started to notice the similarity between her and the lady in the painting. Her shivering hand rolled over the painting in amazement when Paresh whispered, “Yes Divya. I love you so much. I am just obsessed with you for what a wonderful woman you are.” His hands slithered by her waist to hold her softly.
“You just can’t imagine how much I have struggled to get you Divya. Please accept the proposal from this poor, sensitive artist. You are not destined for living with man like your hubby, dear. You deserve better, You deserve ME,” Saying this, his arm tighten around her and he pieced his face in her long hair and smelled it to full his lungs.
“Wh.. wha.… what are you doing… this is sin..” she panicked, still not able to get courage to get him off.
“Here, in this bullshit society? Yes Divya, ” He turned her to face him and held her pretty chicks in his palms and uttered, “I am going to take you far away from all this. So far that nobody can reach us”.
And he kissed her cherry red, perfectly pouted lips!
Her hand stiffened and jerked in the air, in primal fear and helplessness. She felt his aggression, with the kiss turning into deep smooch and she can taste him as their salivas combined.
Her denial was too minor to stop him, was she really willing to get him off was the question.
Deepesh, who has by now reached the house, was standing at door, seeing his fears turning out to be true. His throat felt chocked as drops of sweat started trailing down his forehead.
Paresh feasted on her, while maintaining the lip-lock, he started caressing his dream woman. His fingers pierced into the softness of her swinging bums that kept him aroused all the time, her waist fold got pinched lovingly, her hair got combed with his long skinny fingers before taking her pallu off.
Deepesh was deeply destroyed, seeing his sweet mother’s pride getting looted next to him. As Divya’s motherly breasts caught the attention of excited Paresh, who was pressing those to best of his ability, he finally broke the kiss.
“Haaahh .. Haaaah..” Divya stepped back a feet to stumble across the table, trying hard to maintain her breath. She was red in shame but, she hardly got any time to act. At very next moment, Paresh attacked her breasts with itchy hands and hungry mouth.
“Paresh.. aaaah… enough… This is sooooo wrong…” all she could say as Paresh was smooching and slurping all over her cleavage while his hands massaged her volumptous mammeries. Paresh’s couldn’t crush enough of those large, soft globes to his heart’s content; but he was in damn hurry, was very excited. His hands moved to areolas, stimulating her areola over blouse with his finger tips. Deepesh looked down with full of shame as he noticed her areola and the nipples protruding to become noticeable over the sexy yellow blouse she was carrying.
Divya was just gasping with open mouth, with her eyes closed. Sexy expressions were emerging on her tensed face. She was literally aroused by Paresh playing at her weak points, her sensitive breasts - especially nipples and areola.
And Paresh started to undo her blouse.
“Paresh no,” Somehow she got out of the transe and opposed his hands.
Paresh tried again, but she looked determined to let not open the blouse. He picked her up and made her sit on the table she was standing by, right on the old painting. Her back was touching the wall and her legs were hanging down in air.
He handcuffed her over her own head by one of his hand and with free hand he started taking her saree up. her shapely legs and plump, milky white thighs got revealed which Paresh started to caress.
“Paresh Please,” She wanted to say this but he smooched her again.
His hand massaged her thighs so sensually that, her legs started jerking in between. His hand advanced further, inside her saree and he started to pulling out her panty.
Divya had become very weak by then and she looked fully submitted as Paresh’s tongue was diving into her open, gasping mouth and wet sloppy kisses were going on.
Deepesh who was spell-bounded till now, noticed her yellow coloured designer panty (which was probably matching with her saree), getting down upto her thighs. It was high time for him. Otherwise corruption of his pious mother was inevitable. And by gathering all the courage, he yelled,
“Mummyyy……”
And that brought the mating pair on ground. Startled Paresh looked back towards Deepesh, and this gap was ample for Divya to catch up with breath and she wore the panty back and stood on the ground. She literally pushed Paresh.
“Get lost Paresh…”
“Divya? You?”
“Just shut up. And get out.” She was not even looking at his face, “I don’t want to talk with you.”
“If you are not interested in me, why you were cooking fish curry, Divya? Don’t you find it strange how you end up cooking something that I like?” Paresh said out of frustration.
The ego-hurted man looked once at Deepesh and once at Divya and walked towards the door.
“You will yourself walk to me soon. And this is my promise.” Paresh said to Divya who was making her saree, and left for his house.
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