Mom and Balloon man

[RowdyRathorehi]

As the night went on, the dance floor became more and more crowded, but Anjali and Raju only had eyes for each other. They danced with an intensity that was both intimate and playful, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Raju, emboldened by the excitement of the moment, pulled Anjali closer, whispering something dirty and seductive in her ear. She blushed, biting her lip as she looked up at him with desire in her eyes.
Aarav, still standing nearby, watched in horror as his mother and her balloon-selling boyfriend became more and more entwined. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they had forgotten that anyone else was even in the room.
Raju's hands roamed over Anjali's body, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. They moved together, their bodies grinding against each other in a way that was both sensual and humiliating for Aarav.
Raj, still seething with anger, watched from the sidelines as his ex-wife and her new lover became more and more lost in their own world. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they were trying to rub their happiness in his face.
But Anjali and Raju didn't care. They were lost in their own little world, a world where nothing else mattered but the two of them. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they explored each other with their hands and mouths.
As the night went on, the dance floor became more and more crowded, but Anjali and Raju only had eyes for each other. They danced with an intensity that was both intimate and playful, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Raju, emboldened by the excitement of the moment, pulled Anjali closer, whispering something dirty and seductive in her ear. She blushed, biting her lip as she looked up at him with desire in her eyes.
Aarav, still standing nearby, watched in horror as his mother and her balloon-selling boyfriend became more and more entwined. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they had forgotten that anyone else was even in the room.
Raju's hands roamed over Anjali's body, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. They moved together, their bodies grinding against each other in a way that was both sensual and humiliating for Aarav.
Raj, still seething with anger, watched from the sidelines as his ex-wife and her new lover became more and more lost in their own world. He couldn't believe what he was seeing – it was like they were trying to rub their happiness in his face.
But Anjali and Raju didn't care. They were lost in their own little world, a world where nothing else mattered but the two of them. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they explored each other with their hands and mouths.



The party had reached its crescendo, and the atmosphere was electric. Anjali and Raju's playful dance had set the tone for the evening, and the guests couldn't get enough of their infectious energy. As the night wore on, the couple continued to tease each other, their flirtatious banter sending waves of laughter through the room.
The following day, Anjali and Raju made their way to the registration office, their hearts filled with excitement. The thought of starting a new life together was intoxicating, and they couldn't wait to make it official. But Anjali had a surprise in store for her son, Aarav.
As they sat in the office, Anjali turned to her new husband and said, "Raju, I want you to have it all. I want to transfer all of my assets to you." Raju's eyes widened in surprise, and he stammered, "B-but, Anjali, are you sure?" She nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Yes, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
The clerk looked on in astonishment as Anjali signed the papers, officially transferring her wealth to Raju. Aarav watched in disbelief as his mother handed over her fortune to a man he considered beneath her. But Anjali was resolute, and she knew she was making the right decision.
As they left the office, Raju couldn't help but pull Anjali in for a tight embrace. "Thank you, my love," he whispered in her ear. "This means the world to me." Anjali smiled, her heart swelling with love for her new husband.
Back at home, Raju couldn't keep his hands off his new wife. He pulled her close, nuzzling her neck and whispering naughty things in her ear. Anjali giggled, her body tingling with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still.
As they cuddled on the couch, Raju's hands began to wander. He traced his fingers along her collarbone, making her shiver with delight. Anjali leaned into him, her body begging for more. Raju's fingers found the buttons of her blouse, and he slowly undid them, one by one.
Anjali's breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Raju couldn't resist, and he leaned in, taking one in his mouth and sucking gently. Anjali moaned, her body arching towards him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still.
Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, a testament to the deep connection they shared. As they lay in each other's arms, spent and satisfied, they knew they had made the right decision. They were meant to be together, and nothing could ever change that.
As they cuddled, Raju teased Aarav, "Look at your mother, son. She's all mine now." Aarav rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny the happiness that radiated from his mother. For the first time in a long time, Anjali was truly happy, and that was all that mattered.


Fast forward three months later, and Anjali's belly had grown round with child. She and Raju had just welcomed a beautiful baby boy into the world, and the proud parents couldn't have been happier. The baby had inherited his father's dark curls and his mother's sparkling eyes, and the likeness to the balloon seller who had first brought them together was uncanny.
As they settled into their new life as a family, Anjali's mother came to visit, eager to meet her new grandson. She took one look at the baby and gasped in delight. "He looks just like the balloon seller!" she exclaimed.
Raju grinned, proud of the little family they had created. "Yes, he does," he said, beaming. "And we have big plans for him. We want to make sure he has everything he needs to grow up strong and healthy."
Anjali's mother nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "I'm so happy for you both," she said. "And I have a favor to ask. I know the balloon seller has a lot on his plate, with his own business and now a family to take care of. Would you mind if I helped out? I'd love to spend some time with my grandson and help raise him up to be a fine young man."
Raju and Anjali exchanged a glance, and Raju nodded. "Of course, Mother," he said. "We'd be honored to have your help."
The balloon seller beamed, grateful for the support. "Thank you," he said. "I'll make sure to breed more little ones for you to spoil."
Anjali's mother blushed, but she couldn't hide her excitement. "I can't wait," she said.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Raju opened it to find Anjali's ex-husband standing on the doorstep. "I heard the news," he said, his voice tight. "I came to see the baby."
Raju nodded, stepping aside to let him in. "Of course," he said. "Come in and meet your son."
The ex-husband's eyes widened as he took in the baby's resemblance to the balloon seller. "He looks just like him," he said, his voice filled with disbelief.
Raju grinned, unable to resist a little teasing. "Yes, he does," he said. "And we have something to ask you. Anjali and I have decided to transfer all of her assets to me, as we are now a family. We were wondering if you could hand over the property that we gave you during our marriage. It's only fair, since all of Anjali's other assets are now in my name."
The ex-husband's face turned red with anger, but Anjali spoke up before he could say anything. "Yes, dear," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "We'd appreciate it if you could do that for us. It's important for our family's future."
She stood up, her body on display in a sheer robe that left little to the imagination. She sat back down on the balloon seller's lap, her curves on full display.
The ex-husband's eyes bulged as he took in the sight of his ex-wife, half-naked and sitting on another man's lap. "Anjali, what are you doing?" he stammered.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm living my best life," she said, running her fingers through the balloon seller's hair. "And I suggest you do the same. Now, about that property..."
Raju stepped closer, his arm around Anjali's waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Thank you, my love," he whispered.
Anjali shivered, her body responding to his touch. She leaned back, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.
The ex-husband watched, his anger turning to frustration. He stood up, his fists clenched at his sides. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "I'll sign over the property. But this isn't over, Anjali. I won't let you get away with this."
Anjali laughed, her voice husky with desire. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere," she said. "I'm right here, where I belong."
The ex-husband stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Raju and Anjali exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with desire. "Shall we retire to the bedroom?" Raju said, his voice low and seductive.
Anjali nodded, her body tingling with anticipation. "Yes, please," she said, her voice breathless.
As they made their way to the bedroom, the balloon seller's hands began to wander. He traced his fingers along Anjali's collarbone, making her shiver with delight. Anjali leaned into him, her body begging for more.
Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, a testament to the deep connection they shared. As they lay in each other's arms, spent and satisfied, they knew they had made the right decision. They were meant to be together, and nothing could ever change that.