21-12-2023, 07:40 PM
Chapter 3
The Ethical Crossroads
Golu's pov:
As I lay awake in my room, listening to the passionate lovemaking of Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I was struggling with my desires for Tara bhabhi and questioning my loyalty to the Gupta family. My heart raced and my palms sweated as I tried to quell the intense longing I felt for her.
My voyeuristic inspection remained that way until I was offered an opportunity to take it to the next level one fine morning.
Tara bhabhi would usually wake up and prepare coffee and breakfast for Rohan bhaiya before he left for work, but that morning was different. I presumed Tara bhabhi was unwell after Rohan bhaiya asked me to get things ready for him.
I was to serve breakfast to him in the living room while he ate hurriedly. When I brought the tray filled with freshly prepared scrambled eggs and toast to him, he seemed unusually worried.
"Tara isn't feeling well, is she?" I asked, trying to understand the situation. It was strange to see Rohan bhaiya act concerned about something.
He looked up at me, slightly surprised. "No it's not like that..Listen Golu, bhabhi didn't sleep much last night. So, I think she'll get up late. Please don't disturb her until then," he said, before proceeding to leave for work. But just as he stepped out, he turned towards me again.
"Umm, Golu, your bhabhi is, umm, not wearing proper clothes, so don't open the door until she's out, okay?" he said to me, with a concerned look.
It took me a couple of seconds to process Rohan bhaiya's words, but once I realised what they meant, I tried my best to maintain a deadpan appearance even though crackers went off in my head. Did he just say Tara bhabhi, my voluptuous Tara bhabhi was asleep without wearing adequate clothes on her body? "Sure bhaiyya, I won't go inside the bedroom while Tara bhabhi is asleep," I said, filling Tara bhabhi's place. "That's good. Again, I'm reminding you, don't go into the bedroom," Rohan bhaiya said, before he finally left. "Sure bhaiya. Bye, drive safely," I said, before closing the door.
I stood there motionless and dumbfounded, replaying Rohan bhaiya's words. Obviously, he was desperate to make sure I didn't enter the bedroom to see his wife in a state of inadequacy. But, his deterrence only instigated my mind to do exactly that. His words "your bhabhi is not wearing proper clothes" reverberated in my mind continuously as I tried to fight the demons in my head impelling me to open the door, to go against Rohan bhaiya's pleadings, to discover how improperly my Tara bhabhi was dressed. As I tiptoed towards the bedroom, numerous thoughts passed through my head. What did Rohan bhaiya exactly mean by "not wearing proper clothes"? Well, obviously, Tara bhabhi must've been sleeping without much clothes on, right? Why else would Rohan bhaiya be worried about me peeping in? But then, is it because she was fucked more than usual last night? I wasn't sure if I'd heard more moans from Tara bhabhi than usual, but then again, I was probably becoming immune to them. My heart started beating louder than ever as I neared the bedroom. The door was closed but it wasn't locked as I tried to evaluate the weight of that realisation. Tara bhabhi was, in all probability, still asleep, and all that stood between her and me was a door that I could open right now if I so wished.
My mind was a complex mix of emotions as I grieved with guilt at what my inner self was forcing me to do, but all the same, hardly able to control my manly instincts. She was my bhabhi, wife of Rohan bhaiya and daughter-in-law of Roshni memsaab, a woman who treated me like her own son and here I was moments away from breaking their trust.
Fortunately or unfortunately, just then, I heard a familiar sound. Agitated with the sudden intervention, I involuntarily took a step back before I realised the source of the noise. It was my phone ringing in the kitchen. I ran to pick up the call, lest Tara bhabhi wake up. My heart fell to see who it was.
"Hello, hi Roshni memsaab," I said.
"Hello Golu, how are you doing?" Roshni memsaab said.
"I'm doing fine, memsaab. How are you, how is saab?" I asked, with a pang of guilt even though I'd done nothing.
"We're good, Golu. We miss all of you, so much," she said, in an endearing tone that totally melted my heart.
I was genuinely fond of Roshni memsaab and held great respect for her for all of what she did for me. All of a sudden, my desire to open the door and catch the sight of Tara bhabhi's inadequate attire brought immense shame in me. How could I even wonder doing such an immoral thing to the daughter-in-law of Roshni memsaab, a woman that looked after me just like her own kids.
I was overcome with guilt and regret.
"I miss you too Roshni memsaab. I feel like coming back, but I want to be of help to Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi here, just like you wished," I said, with a heavy heart. "I know, Golu. I wish you were here with me. But, you should be there with your bhaiya and bhabhi. They need your help," she said. Roshni memsaab and I conversed for some more time. It had been a while since I last spoke to her and I certainly missed the old lady. Like I said, I was immensely fond of her and never was I away from her for so long. My inner demons were still at it, but after speaking to Roshni memsaab, there was no way I was going to betray her.
Just then, I noticed that Tara bhabhi's bedroom door had creaked open slightly. Anxiety swept over me, fearing that she might have awakened and walked out onto the balcony to answer her phone. If she did, I would be caught red-handed, spying on her without clothing. I quickly rushed to the door and pushed it shut firmly, only to find out that it was unlocked. Panic-stricken, I scanned the room frantically, searching for signs of Tara bhabhi's presence.
To my relief, she was nowhere to be seen. Gathering my composure, I thanked the heavens for their timely intervention. I hadn't realized the gravity of my actions until this moment. The thought of intruding upon Tara bhabhi's privacy sent shivers down my spine.
After that I closed the door of room and said goodbye to roshni memsaab on phone
Suddenly, I noticed a soft creaking sound coming from within the bedroom. Then Tara bhabhi finally walked out of it, dressed in a conservative pair of casuals, just like every other day.
Still My heart pounded heavily like a hammer striking an anvil. Was Tara bhabhi awake? Had she heard me speaking to Roshni memsaab? Were my attempts to conceal my sinister intentions futile? Were my fears baseless? Or worse, had Tara bhabhi witnessed my censure?
My mind was constantly agitated for the rest of the day. While I was glad I'd managed to refrain myself from committing what I considered a mini-crime, the sick part of my brain fuelled with adrenaline taunted me that I'd missed what was an incredible opportunity at getting to witness the dream woman of my life in an attire that necessitated a word of warning from her husband.
The rest of the day went about like usual. Tara bhabhi would stick to the couch watching TV or talking to her friends on her phone in between her chores while I prepared lunch and did other household work. We spoke sometimes, usually when she wanted me to get her a juice or a cup of coffee. But that was pretty much it. Of course, she wasn't arrogant by any means, but I figured we didn't have much to talk about, so that was that.
The Ethical Crossroads
Golu's pov:
As I lay awake in my room, listening to the passionate lovemaking of Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I was struggling with my desires for Tara bhabhi and questioning my loyalty to the Gupta family. My heart raced and my palms sweated as I tried to quell the intense longing I felt for her.
My voyeuristic inspection remained that way until I was offered an opportunity to take it to the next level one fine morning.
Tara bhabhi would usually wake up and prepare coffee and breakfast for Rohan bhaiya before he left for work, but that morning was different. I presumed Tara bhabhi was unwell after Rohan bhaiya asked me to get things ready for him.
I was to serve breakfast to him in the living room while he ate hurriedly. When I brought the tray filled with freshly prepared scrambled eggs and toast to him, he seemed unusually worried.
"Tara isn't feeling well, is she?" I asked, trying to understand the situation. It was strange to see Rohan bhaiya act concerned about something.
He looked up at me, slightly surprised. "No it's not like that..Listen Golu, bhabhi didn't sleep much last night. So, I think she'll get up late. Please don't disturb her until then," he said, before proceeding to leave for work. But just as he stepped out, he turned towards me again.
"Umm, Golu, your bhabhi is, umm, not wearing proper clothes, so don't open the door until she's out, okay?" he said to me, with a concerned look.
It took me a couple of seconds to process Rohan bhaiya's words, but once I realised what they meant, I tried my best to maintain a deadpan appearance even though crackers went off in my head. Did he just say Tara bhabhi, my voluptuous Tara bhabhi was asleep without wearing adequate clothes on her body? "Sure bhaiyya, I won't go inside the bedroom while Tara bhabhi is asleep," I said, filling Tara bhabhi's place. "That's good. Again, I'm reminding you, don't go into the bedroom," Rohan bhaiya said, before he finally left. "Sure bhaiya. Bye, drive safely," I said, before closing the door.
I stood there motionless and dumbfounded, replaying Rohan bhaiya's words. Obviously, he was desperate to make sure I didn't enter the bedroom to see his wife in a state of inadequacy. But, his deterrence only instigated my mind to do exactly that. His words "your bhabhi is not wearing proper clothes" reverberated in my mind continuously as I tried to fight the demons in my head impelling me to open the door, to go against Rohan bhaiya's pleadings, to discover how improperly my Tara bhabhi was dressed. As I tiptoed towards the bedroom, numerous thoughts passed through my head. What did Rohan bhaiya exactly mean by "not wearing proper clothes"? Well, obviously, Tara bhabhi must've been sleeping without much clothes on, right? Why else would Rohan bhaiya be worried about me peeping in? But then, is it because she was fucked more than usual last night? I wasn't sure if I'd heard more moans from Tara bhabhi than usual, but then again, I was probably becoming immune to them. My heart started beating louder than ever as I neared the bedroom. The door was closed but it wasn't locked as I tried to evaluate the weight of that realisation. Tara bhabhi was, in all probability, still asleep, and all that stood between her and me was a door that I could open right now if I so wished.
My mind was a complex mix of emotions as I grieved with guilt at what my inner self was forcing me to do, but all the same, hardly able to control my manly instincts. She was my bhabhi, wife of Rohan bhaiya and daughter-in-law of Roshni memsaab, a woman who treated me like her own son and here I was moments away from breaking their trust.
Fortunately or unfortunately, just then, I heard a familiar sound. Agitated with the sudden intervention, I involuntarily took a step back before I realised the source of the noise. It was my phone ringing in the kitchen. I ran to pick up the call, lest Tara bhabhi wake up. My heart fell to see who it was.
"Hello, hi Roshni memsaab," I said.
"Hello Golu, how are you doing?" Roshni memsaab said.
"I'm doing fine, memsaab. How are you, how is saab?" I asked, with a pang of guilt even though I'd done nothing.
"We're good, Golu. We miss all of you, so much," she said, in an endearing tone that totally melted my heart.
I was genuinely fond of Roshni memsaab and held great respect for her for all of what she did for me. All of a sudden, my desire to open the door and catch the sight of Tara bhabhi's inadequate attire brought immense shame in me. How could I even wonder doing such an immoral thing to the daughter-in-law of Roshni memsaab, a woman that looked after me just like her own kids.
I was overcome with guilt and regret.
"I miss you too Roshni memsaab. I feel like coming back, but I want to be of help to Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi here, just like you wished," I said, with a heavy heart. "I know, Golu. I wish you were here with me. But, you should be there with your bhaiya and bhabhi. They need your help," she said. Roshni memsaab and I conversed for some more time. It had been a while since I last spoke to her and I certainly missed the old lady. Like I said, I was immensely fond of her and never was I away from her for so long. My inner demons were still at it, but after speaking to Roshni memsaab, there was no way I was going to betray her.
Just then, I noticed that Tara bhabhi's bedroom door had creaked open slightly. Anxiety swept over me, fearing that she might have awakened and walked out onto the balcony to answer her phone. If she did, I would be caught red-handed, spying on her without clothing. I quickly rushed to the door and pushed it shut firmly, only to find out that it was unlocked. Panic-stricken, I scanned the room frantically, searching for signs of Tara bhabhi's presence.
To my relief, she was nowhere to be seen. Gathering my composure, I thanked the heavens for their timely intervention. I hadn't realized the gravity of my actions until this moment. The thought of intruding upon Tara bhabhi's privacy sent shivers down my spine.
After that I closed the door of room and said goodbye to roshni memsaab on phone
Suddenly, I noticed a soft creaking sound coming from within the bedroom. Then Tara bhabhi finally walked out of it, dressed in a conservative pair of casuals, just like every other day.
Still My heart pounded heavily like a hammer striking an anvil. Was Tara bhabhi awake? Had she heard me speaking to Roshni memsaab? Were my attempts to conceal my sinister intentions futile? Were my fears baseless? Or worse, had Tara bhabhi witnessed my censure?
My mind was constantly agitated for the rest of the day. While I was glad I'd managed to refrain myself from committing what I considered a mini-crime, the sick part of my brain fuelled with adrenaline taunted me that I'd missed what was an incredible opportunity at getting to witness the dream woman of my life in an attire that necessitated a word of warning from her husband.
The rest of the day went about like usual. Tara bhabhi would stick to the couch watching TV or talking to her friends on her phone in between her chores while I prepared lunch and did other household work. We spoke sometimes, usually when she wanted me to get her a juice or a cup of coffee. But that was pretty much it. Of course, she wasn't arrogant by any means, but I figured we didn't have much to talk about, so that was that.
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