06-05-2024, 01:35 AM
Around 4.10pm Ramla came. And just after entering the room she said, Usman's wife is very sad, Madam. She was expecting you.
Dipa : Did you give them the milk?
Ramla : Yes.
Dipa : Then wait and take Tukun. I'm just coming back after wearing the saree.
Dipa came back within a few minutes.
Ramla just utter, wow….
Dipa blushed and asked, What?
Ramla : You're looking gorgeous, Madam.
From where you bought the flowers, Madam?
Dipa : Oh, a man was selling flowers on the street. I just bought a garland for my hair and one big garland for Puja.
Come on, let's go.
Dipa was wearing a sheer white saree with a 3 inches Royal red border along with a fishcut petticoat, which was visible through the saree and a red cotton blouse, which was also sheer and visible through her pallu.
She used to wear that attire every time when she used to go to the temple.
A white Jasmine garland was increasing the beauty of her thick, silk and shiny black tide hair. The skin hugging saree was showing all the beautiful curves of her body.
But what made Ramla surprised was Dipa's pumped up melons. Through the one sheer layer of her saree pallu and another layer of her sheer blouse a slight hint of the milky white skin of her melons were visible. But the light brown aureolas were more prominent than her white skin melons. And the nipples were prominently making a pocking sharp bump through the two layers of fabric.
Ramla had seen her in that attire before. But this time the bra was missing. And the result was exciting. No it was not so prominent but if someone would stand very close to her under bright light the person could notice the beautiful white and light brown contrasted skin of her milky melons.
First of all Dipa's sweet fair face with a little red bindi and light lipstick was working as a magnet to attract all the men and then the beautiful perfume was also increasing her attraction. But the view of her deep belly button through the sheer fabric and the curvy side belly from the exposed side waist and the hint of her braless boobs were something more than attraction.
Ramla was about to talk about her braless boobs but she somehow stopped and didn't mention that.
But Dipa asked, Masi?
Ramla : What?
Dipa : Am I looking inappropriate in this attire?
Ramla : No Madam. You're looking absolutely gorgeous, Madam.
Dipa : Can you see any difference in this attire? I mean can you feel that something is missing?
Ramla : Missing? No Madam. This is absolutely perfect.
Dipa : No, Actually the doctor told me not to wear any bra. You know about the rashes Na?
Ramla : Yes yes madam. You didn't wear any bra? Really?
Dipa blushed and said, yes Masi. Can you recognize that?
Ramla : Oh no. Not at all.
Dipa : Then we can go out na?
Ramla : Yes Madam. Don't worry. No one can recognize that. Let's go.
They went out. Ramla was holding Tukun on her lap and walking behind Dipa.
Dipa was holding a small bamboo made busket which contained a long china rose garland, a candle, some Jose sticks and some fruits.
They walked a little and Dipa stopped at a sweet shop.
Ramla also entered the shop.
Dipa's purse was also inside the busket.
She bought some sweets from the shop for Puja and then they headed towards the auto stand.
Her milk filled braless boobs were jiggling freely inside her blouse.
But saree is such an attire that most Indians take it as a very decent and conservative dressing code. So very few men or women looked at her but that was also for her beautiful and attractive face.
They took the auto for the nearest metro station called Sobhabazar Sutanati.
Two women were already sitting in the back seat.
So Dipa sat beside them with Tukun on her lap and Ramla sat in the front, beside the auto driver. (Here in Kolkata 4 persons are allowed in an auto ).
Ramla was looking a little worried after noticing those two women sitting in the back. But she didn't say anything.
They were looking at Dipa and then looking at each other and then giggling.
They were wearing cheap old but very bright colored saree. And they had tugged the saree very low at their hips.
The pallu of the saree was also very narrow.
The auto driver started the auto and asked Ramla, where will you go madam?
Ramla : Metro station.
Then the driver looked back.
Ramla indicated Dipa and said, Madam is with me.
Suddenly one woman at the back looked at Ramla shockingly and put her palm on her mouth and surprisingly asked, “ O mago.. She is with you? Are you gonna make this beautiful woman Half Gerosto also, like us?”
Then the two women started laughing together.
Ramla turned her face to the front with embarrassment.
Dipa was also feeling uneasy.
The auto driver asked those two women, where will you go?
One woman giggled and said, “A Moron, don't you know where we will go? So innocent. Come to my kothi, I'll feed you my milk.”
They again broke into laughter.
The auto driver turned around and started his auto.
Dipa noticed that the woman sitting beside her was intentionally trying to push her aside and touching her bare side waist with her fingers.
Dipa tried to move aside but there was no space to move farther.
But soon the uncomfortable journey finished as the metro stop had come.
Ramla and Dipa got down from the auto.
Dipa paid the fare and the auto started again.
One of those women leaned her head out and shouted to Ramla, you can bring this sexy slut to our kothi. Very nice milky boobs. She can become the new Rani.
Dipa stopped walking. She was feeling humiliation. Ramla quickly came closer to her and grabbed her back and said, Madam, don't take them seriously. They are bad women.
They have no mouth. Only have two filthy smelly asses by which they talk dirty words.
Now come on let's go.
Dipa : Hum. Ok..
They started heading towards the metro entrance.
Dipa : Who are those two women?
Ramla : They are prostitutes.
Dipa : Oh, they are from Sonahachhi.
Ramla : Yes.
Dipa : But they are married as I saw?
Ramla : Yes madam. They are Half Gerosto. Means They are housewives but they also sell their sex in Sonahachhi. They have family and they are part-time prostitutes.
Dipa : Really? They are prostitutes but also have families?
Is it possible, Masi?
Ramla : There are many. I mean in hundreds.
These women are cheap. But you can't believe it after looking at some of them. The film heroines will get ashamed by looking at their beauty.
And do you know what, they all came from a well established family.
Dipa : Then why do they do this work?
Ramla : I don't know. Maybe it's their passion rather than profession. And their rate is also very high. They earned 5 to 6 thousands per day.
Dipa : My god..
Anyway, let's go,Masi. We shouldn't think much about them.
Ramla : Yes Madam, you're right.
It was around 5 in the evening. The metro was mildly crowded.
They couldn't get any seats. So Ramla was standing with Tukun on lap and Dipa was standing beside the gate.
Two men were standing just opposite to her.
First she was not giving any attention to them but then she realized that the men were not looking at her or at her face. They were staring at her breasts.
She started feeling uncomfortable. And suddenly she started thinking that they might be able to see her braless skin.
She became more uncomfortable.
She turned towards the door. That door will not open because all the stations will be on the other side.
So she stood there facing the door.
But the glass on the door was working as a mirror inside the dark tunnel and she saw in the glass that almost every single man was looking at her ass. She became uncomfortable again and then she saw they were all measuring her slim but curvy body. And if she could see them then they also could see her and they were also watching the reflection of her boobs on the glass.
And all of those things made her breathing faster and her boobs were pumping up and down..
And that made the show more interesting.
After Dumdum the train became almost empty and Ramla called her to sit.
Dipa sat beside Ramla and took Tukun from Ramla and laid him on her chest.
They reached Dakshineswar around 5.40 and went inside the temple compound walking through the skywalk bridge.
Now Dipa was feeling comfortable.
After completing Puja in the main Kali temple they went to the 12 Shiv temple which was just beside the main temple.
They went to each Shiv temple and prayed for fortune.
At the 10th temple they saw a very old monk sitting beside the Shiv Lingam.
His upper body was naked and 3-4 Garland of Rudraksh was covering his hairy chest.
A tiny red cloth was just covering his genitals, otherwise he was almost naked.
He was smoking ganja and his waist long clotted hair and chest long beard and red eyes making his look very scary.
Dipa dangled the big bell and the sound made the monk look at her.
He suddenly roared, Maaaaa…..
Dipa got scared and stepped back.
The Monk looked at her and said, Don't be afraid, Maaaa. You're Ma Mali's holy daughter.
Maa Kali is the mother of this universe. Everything is happening here by her wish. Don't worry. You did nothing wrong. Everything was her wish. You're just fulfilling her wishes.
Help the poor. Give them your love. Make them happy. Don't be ashamed. Don't be afraid. Everything will be ok.
And then he shouted : BOM KALI…..
Dipa and Ramla jump out from the temple.
But surprisingly Tukun started laughing…..
The monk again shouted, Kid , you'll be a great man in future. My blessings with you.
They hurriedly went to the last two shiv Temples and then went out from the Temple complex.
It was around 7.30 in the evening when they came out from the metro station and they saw a phuchka stall and started eating phuchka.
Dipa : Oh my god. I was so scared to hear that monk, Masi.
Ramla : Yes madam. I was also so scared. But Tukun babu was fully enjoying it.
Dipa : Yes. I had thought that he would start crying. My breav boy. Uummnah.
Ramla : But, did you hear what he was saying? I think he knows everything about you.
Dipa : Yeah. It's really strange.
Ramla : I was telling you that you were doing nothing wrong.
Dipa : I don't know. Ah. Leave it.
They paid the bill to the phuchka vendor and started walking towards the auto stand.
Dipa : Masi, if you don't take it wrong, can I ask you something?
Ramla : Yes madam, please.
Dipa : How far is this Sonahachhi?
Ramla : Not so far. But why?
Dipa : I've heard about this place many times. As per my knowledge, this place is the largest red light area in Asia.
Ramla : Yes. Do you want to go?
Dipa : Oh, no. Not at all.
Ramla : Don't worry, madam. We can take a hand pulled rickshaw and circle around that area.
Dipa : Are you mad? I don't want to go to that dangerous area.
Ramla : Nothing dangerous there. That is also a normal area. And we will go through the main road. Will not enter into any narrow lanes. Come on.
Dipa : But?
Ramla : Don't worry. Just come on.
Dipa : No, no. Leave it. Maybe some other day.
They took the auto and started heading towards their locality.
They got down from the auto and started walking towards their house.
Now it was evening and the area was flooding with bright street lights.
And when they were walking through the footpath, Dipa noticed that people who were coming across them were staring at her boobs.
Now Dipa was feeling uncomfortable again but at the same time she was getting excited.
She didn't know what exactly the people were able to see but she was sure that they could realize that she was braless.
Dipa stopped at a small roadside restaurant and ordered three parcels of fried rice and chili chicken.
And when they were waiting the cook was constantly gazing at her.
But whenever she was looking at him, he was turning his face.
Just beside that street side restaurant was a furniture shop.
Dipa walked there and started looking at the furniture and there she saw a mirror. And she became speechless to see her own breasts.
She was sweating from the afternoon. But she never realized that her saree pallu had drenched with her leaking milk and there were circular wet patches on her both breasts.
And her saree became more translucent and she could see her light brown areolas and pocking nipples prominently. Also the hint of her entire boobs were available for the curious eyes.
What the hell!!! She thought. How long I was displaying my.. Oh my god.
That's why everyone was gazing at me.
Her entire body shivered.
Ramla was standing outside with Tukun on her lap.
Dipa quickly came out from the furniture shop.
Dipa whispered in Ramla's eyes : Masi, why didn't you tell me?
Ramla : What?
Dipa : My…. My..
My chest…
Ramla : Oh. How can I tell you?
Dipa : Now? How will I go home?
Ramla : That's why I didn't tell you, madam.
Until now you were able to go home.
Dipa : Means?
Ramla : Just relax. Think if you didn't come to know about these, then?
No one is saying anything to you.
So, just relax.
Dipa : I can't..
Ramla : Think about the monk. Nothing will happen.
Dipa : Oh my God…
She was about to cry when the cook shouted, your parcels are ready.
Dipa : Take the money. Tukun, come to me.
Masi, go and pay the bill.
Dipa somehow returned home, holding Tukun on her chest.
She put Tukun in the cradle and went to the bathroom and quickly changed into a negligdee after washing her boobs and nipples.
Ramla had brought the feeding bottles when she came in the afternoon. Dipa filled the bottles exposing her boobs in front of her in the living room. And gave her the bottles and a parcel of food.
Ramla again requested her to think about Usman and left the house.
Next day the same rutine repeated except going out for any reason.
Dipa spent the day inside the house.
The next day also passed.
She also stopped Sameer when he was trying to get intimate with her.
She was going through a mental turmoil.
Her body was wanting to go out and meet with those people. Her nipples were constantly poking hard and telling her to put them into someone's mouth.
Her vagina was wanting some hard pieces of human rods and her newly sensitive anus was also wanting something inside. But her mind was telling her that all of these are wrong. She can't cheat on her husband.
But then the monk's words were buzzing inside her brain. Nothing is wrong. All is happening due to Jagat Janani ( Universal Mother) Maa Kali's wishes.
And Sameer was also wanting her to meet with other men. So?
What will she do? What was wrong and what was right?
And her rashes around her under boobs were also not decreasing.
Sunday came and Sameer spent all the day at home.
He was also wanting something exciting.
But what he saw was Dipa gave Ramla two bottles of milk in the morning, two bottles in the afternoon and two bottles in the evening.
That was it. Nothing else.
She also refused to have sex with him.
Sameer finally asked her, What happened Dipa? Anything wrong with you?
Why are you behaving so strangely?
Dipa replied, Nothing. I'm worried about the rashes.
Dipa : Did you give them the milk?
Ramla : Yes.
Dipa : Then wait and take Tukun. I'm just coming back after wearing the saree.
Dipa came back within a few minutes.
Ramla just utter, wow….
Dipa blushed and asked, What?
Ramla : You're looking gorgeous, Madam.
From where you bought the flowers, Madam?
Dipa : Oh, a man was selling flowers on the street. I just bought a garland for my hair and one big garland for Puja.
Come on, let's go.
Dipa was wearing a sheer white saree with a 3 inches Royal red border along with a fishcut petticoat, which was visible through the saree and a red cotton blouse, which was also sheer and visible through her pallu.
She used to wear that attire every time when she used to go to the temple.
A white Jasmine garland was increasing the beauty of her thick, silk and shiny black tide hair. The skin hugging saree was showing all the beautiful curves of her body.
But what made Ramla surprised was Dipa's pumped up melons. Through the one sheer layer of her saree pallu and another layer of her sheer blouse a slight hint of the milky white skin of her melons were visible. But the light brown aureolas were more prominent than her white skin melons. And the nipples were prominently making a pocking sharp bump through the two layers of fabric.
Ramla had seen her in that attire before. But this time the bra was missing. And the result was exciting. No it was not so prominent but if someone would stand very close to her under bright light the person could notice the beautiful white and light brown contrasted skin of her milky melons.
First of all Dipa's sweet fair face with a little red bindi and light lipstick was working as a magnet to attract all the men and then the beautiful perfume was also increasing her attraction. But the view of her deep belly button through the sheer fabric and the curvy side belly from the exposed side waist and the hint of her braless boobs were something more than attraction.
Ramla was about to talk about her braless boobs but she somehow stopped and didn't mention that.
But Dipa asked, Masi?
Ramla : What?
Dipa : Am I looking inappropriate in this attire?
Ramla : No Madam. You're looking absolutely gorgeous, Madam.
Dipa : Can you see any difference in this attire? I mean can you feel that something is missing?
Ramla : Missing? No Madam. This is absolutely perfect.
Dipa : No, Actually the doctor told me not to wear any bra. You know about the rashes Na?
Ramla : Yes yes madam. You didn't wear any bra? Really?
Dipa blushed and said, yes Masi. Can you recognize that?
Ramla : Oh no. Not at all.
Dipa : Then we can go out na?
Ramla : Yes Madam. Don't worry. No one can recognize that. Let's go.
They went out. Ramla was holding Tukun on her lap and walking behind Dipa.
Dipa was holding a small bamboo made busket which contained a long china rose garland, a candle, some Jose sticks and some fruits.
They walked a little and Dipa stopped at a sweet shop.
Ramla also entered the shop.
Dipa's purse was also inside the busket.
She bought some sweets from the shop for Puja and then they headed towards the auto stand.
Her milk filled braless boobs were jiggling freely inside her blouse.
But saree is such an attire that most Indians take it as a very decent and conservative dressing code. So very few men or women looked at her but that was also for her beautiful and attractive face.
They took the auto for the nearest metro station called Sobhabazar Sutanati.
Two women were already sitting in the back seat.
So Dipa sat beside them with Tukun on her lap and Ramla sat in the front, beside the auto driver. (Here in Kolkata 4 persons are allowed in an auto ).
Ramla was looking a little worried after noticing those two women sitting in the back. But she didn't say anything.
They were looking at Dipa and then looking at each other and then giggling.
They were wearing cheap old but very bright colored saree. And they had tugged the saree very low at their hips.
The pallu of the saree was also very narrow.
The auto driver started the auto and asked Ramla, where will you go madam?
Ramla : Metro station.
Then the driver looked back.
Ramla indicated Dipa and said, Madam is with me.
Suddenly one woman at the back looked at Ramla shockingly and put her palm on her mouth and surprisingly asked, “ O mago.. She is with you? Are you gonna make this beautiful woman Half Gerosto also, like us?”
Then the two women started laughing together.
Ramla turned her face to the front with embarrassment.
Dipa was also feeling uneasy.
The auto driver asked those two women, where will you go?
One woman giggled and said, “A Moron, don't you know where we will go? So innocent. Come to my kothi, I'll feed you my milk.”
They again broke into laughter.
The auto driver turned around and started his auto.
Dipa noticed that the woman sitting beside her was intentionally trying to push her aside and touching her bare side waist with her fingers.
Dipa tried to move aside but there was no space to move farther.
But soon the uncomfortable journey finished as the metro stop had come.
Ramla and Dipa got down from the auto.
Dipa paid the fare and the auto started again.
One of those women leaned her head out and shouted to Ramla, you can bring this sexy slut to our kothi. Very nice milky boobs. She can become the new Rani.
Dipa stopped walking. She was feeling humiliation. Ramla quickly came closer to her and grabbed her back and said, Madam, don't take them seriously. They are bad women.
They have no mouth. Only have two filthy smelly asses by which they talk dirty words.
Now come on let's go.
Dipa : Hum. Ok..
They started heading towards the metro entrance.
Dipa : Who are those two women?
Ramla : They are prostitutes.
Dipa : Oh, they are from Sonahachhi.
Ramla : Yes.
Dipa : But they are married as I saw?
Ramla : Yes madam. They are Half Gerosto. Means They are housewives but they also sell their sex in Sonahachhi. They have family and they are part-time prostitutes.
Dipa : Really? They are prostitutes but also have families?
Is it possible, Masi?
Ramla : There are many. I mean in hundreds.
These women are cheap. But you can't believe it after looking at some of them. The film heroines will get ashamed by looking at their beauty.
And do you know what, they all came from a well established family.
Dipa : Then why do they do this work?
Ramla : I don't know. Maybe it's their passion rather than profession. And their rate is also very high. They earned 5 to 6 thousands per day.
Dipa : My god..
Anyway, let's go,Masi. We shouldn't think much about them.
Ramla : Yes Madam, you're right.
It was around 5 in the evening. The metro was mildly crowded.
They couldn't get any seats. So Ramla was standing with Tukun on lap and Dipa was standing beside the gate.
Two men were standing just opposite to her.
First she was not giving any attention to them but then she realized that the men were not looking at her or at her face. They were staring at her breasts.
She started feeling uncomfortable. And suddenly she started thinking that they might be able to see her braless skin.
She became more uncomfortable.
She turned towards the door. That door will not open because all the stations will be on the other side.
So she stood there facing the door.
But the glass on the door was working as a mirror inside the dark tunnel and she saw in the glass that almost every single man was looking at her ass. She became uncomfortable again and then she saw they were all measuring her slim but curvy body. And if she could see them then they also could see her and they were also watching the reflection of her boobs on the glass.
And all of those things made her breathing faster and her boobs were pumping up and down..
And that made the show more interesting.
After Dumdum the train became almost empty and Ramla called her to sit.
Dipa sat beside Ramla and took Tukun from Ramla and laid him on her chest.
They reached Dakshineswar around 5.40 and went inside the temple compound walking through the skywalk bridge.
Now Dipa was feeling comfortable.
After completing Puja in the main Kali temple they went to the 12 Shiv temple which was just beside the main temple.
They went to each Shiv temple and prayed for fortune.
At the 10th temple they saw a very old monk sitting beside the Shiv Lingam.
His upper body was naked and 3-4 Garland of Rudraksh was covering his hairy chest.
A tiny red cloth was just covering his genitals, otherwise he was almost naked.
He was smoking ganja and his waist long clotted hair and chest long beard and red eyes making his look very scary.
Dipa dangled the big bell and the sound made the monk look at her.
He suddenly roared, Maaaaa…..
Dipa got scared and stepped back.
The Monk looked at her and said, Don't be afraid, Maaaa. You're Ma Mali's holy daughter.
Maa Kali is the mother of this universe. Everything is happening here by her wish. Don't worry. You did nothing wrong. Everything was her wish. You're just fulfilling her wishes.
Help the poor. Give them your love. Make them happy. Don't be ashamed. Don't be afraid. Everything will be ok.
And then he shouted : BOM KALI…..
Dipa and Ramla jump out from the temple.
But surprisingly Tukun started laughing…..
The monk again shouted, Kid , you'll be a great man in future. My blessings with you.
They hurriedly went to the last two shiv Temples and then went out from the Temple complex.
It was around 7.30 in the evening when they came out from the metro station and they saw a phuchka stall and started eating phuchka.
Dipa : Oh my god. I was so scared to hear that monk, Masi.
Ramla : Yes madam. I was also so scared. But Tukun babu was fully enjoying it.
Dipa : Yes. I had thought that he would start crying. My breav boy. Uummnah.
Ramla : But, did you hear what he was saying? I think he knows everything about you.
Dipa : Yeah. It's really strange.
Ramla : I was telling you that you were doing nothing wrong.
Dipa : I don't know. Ah. Leave it.
They paid the bill to the phuchka vendor and started walking towards the auto stand.
Dipa : Masi, if you don't take it wrong, can I ask you something?
Ramla : Yes madam, please.
Dipa : How far is this Sonahachhi?
Ramla : Not so far. But why?
Dipa : I've heard about this place many times. As per my knowledge, this place is the largest red light area in Asia.
Ramla : Yes. Do you want to go?
Dipa : Oh, no. Not at all.
Ramla : Don't worry, madam. We can take a hand pulled rickshaw and circle around that area.
Dipa : Are you mad? I don't want to go to that dangerous area.
Ramla : Nothing dangerous there. That is also a normal area. And we will go through the main road. Will not enter into any narrow lanes. Come on.
Dipa : But?
Ramla : Don't worry. Just come on.
Dipa : No, no. Leave it. Maybe some other day.
They took the auto and started heading towards their locality.
They got down from the auto and started walking towards their house.
Now it was evening and the area was flooding with bright street lights.
And when they were walking through the footpath, Dipa noticed that people who were coming across them were staring at her boobs.
Now Dipa was feeling uncomfortable again but at the same time she was getting excited.
She didn't know what exactly the people were able to see but she was sure that they could realize that she was braless.
Dipa stopped at a small roadside restaurant and ordered three parcels of fried rice and chili chicken.
And when they were waiting the cook was constantly gazing at her.
But whenever she was looking at him, he was turning his face.
Just beside that street side restaurant was a furniture shop.
Dipa walked there and started looking at the furniture and there she saw a mirror. And she became speechless to see her own breasts.
She was sweating from the afternoon. But she never realized that her saree pallu had drenched with her leaking milk and there were circular wet patches on her both breasts.
And her saree became more translucent and she could see her light brown areolas and pocking nipples prominently. Also the hint of her entire boobs were available for the curious eyes.
What the hell!!! She thought. How long I was displaying my.. Oh my god.
That's why everyone was gazing at me.
Her entire body shivered.
Ramla was standing outside with Tukun on her lap.
Dipa quickly came out from the furniture shop.
Dipa whispered in Ramla's eyes : Masi, why didn't you tell me?
Ramla : What?
Dipa : My…. My..
My chest…
Ramla : Oh. How can I tell you?
Dipa : Now? How will I go home?
Ramla : That's why I didn't tell you, madam.
Until now you were able to go home.
Dipa : Means?
Ramla : Just relax. Think if you didn't come to know about these, then?
No one is saying anything to you.
So, just relax.
Dipa : I can't..
Ramla : Think about the monk. Nothing will happen.
Dipa : Oh my God…
She was about to cry when the cook shouted, your parcels are ready.
Dipa : Take the money. Tukun, come to me.
Masi, go and pay the bill.
Dipa somehow returned home, holding Tukun on her chest.
She put Tukun in the cradle and went to the bathroom and quickly changed into a negligdee after washing her boobs and nipples.
Ramla had brought the feeding bottles when she came in the afternoon. Dipa filled the bottles exposing her boobs in front of her in the living room. And gave her the bottles and a parcel of food.
Ramla again requested her to think about Usman and left the house.
Next day the same rutine repeated except going out for any reason.
Dipa spent the day inside the house.
The next day also passed.
She also stopped Sameer when he was trying to get intimate with her.
She was going through a mental turmoil.
Her body was wanting to go out and meet with those people. Her nipples were constantly poking hard and telling her to put them into someone's mouth.
Her vagina was wanting some hard pieces of human rods and her newly sensitive anus was also wanting something inside. But her mind was telling her that all of these are wrong. She can't cheat on her husband.
But then the monk's words were buzzing inside her brain. Nothing is wrong. All is happening due to Jagat Janani ( Universal Mother) Maa Kali's wishes.
And Sameer was also wanting her to meet with other men. So?
What will she do? What was wrong and what was right?
And her rashes around her under boobs were also not decreasing.
Sunday came and Sameer spent all the day at home.
He was also wanting something exciting.
But what he saw was Dipa gave Ramla two bottles of milk in the morning, two bottles in the afternoon and two bottles in the evening.
That was it. Nothing else.
She also refused to have sex with him.
Sameer finally asked her, What happened Dipa? Anything wrong with you?
Why are you behaving so strangely?
Dipa replied, Nothing. I'm worried about the rashes.
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