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//THIS PART OF THE STORY IS WHERE WE ATTEND PRIYA'S BIRTHDAY ORGANZIED BY HER FATHER, THE ONE AND ONLY PERVERT AND MY ROLE MODEL, ARJUN SIR. THE ATTENDANTS WERE MY DAD, MY MOM, ME, JAYA AND HER HUSBAND MR AARAV, ARJUN SIR AND HIS DAUGHTER AND THE PERSON I HATE IN THIS WORLD, THE IMBECIL AND BITCH FOOLISH RAHUL (THE BOYFRIEND OF PRIYA. ALSO LOTS OF OTHER PEOPLE ATTENDED) BUT WHAT HAPPENED? READ AND FIND OUT!//
FRIENDS, THE ONLY WAY TO ENJOY THIS REAL STORY IS BY READING WORD BY WORD IN ORDER TO IMMSERSE YOURSELF INTO THE LIVES OF THIS CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY AND UNDERSTAND THEM BETTER. ALSO READ THEIR CONVERSATIONS TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF THEIR BEHAVIOURS.
I was sitting in Arjun Sir's backyard, nervously awaiting his arrival, I knew he went to sniff my mom's panties so hard. This man Arjun Sir was so obsessed with my mom.
I mean anyone will be obsessed with my mom.
Then my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was bubbling with excitement.
"Rajeev, beta!" she exclaimed. "Guess what? Your father's coming home tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow?" I repeated, stunned. The news felt both good and bad. Good, because I'd get to see my dad, and Mom would be overjoyed.
And bad news because it meant Arjun Sir's plans to seduce my mother would likely be thwarted. Dad's presence would throw a major wrench in his plans. How would Arjun Sir possibly manage to get my mother now?
Just then, I saw Priya entering the gate. I jumped up, my heart pounding. I miss her so much.
"Priya!" I called out, running to meet her. "Priya, wait!"
She didn't stop. She looked annoyed at seeing me. "What do you want, Rajeev?" she snapped, clearly not in the mood for conversation.
"Priya," I said, trying to soften my approach. "I wanted to talk to you. I miss you so much. I want to talk about what happened that day between me and you"
"I'm not interested," she said, trying to push past me.
"Why? Or is that good for nothing Rahul coming to see you?" I asked her, blocking her path. "Just listen for a second. Priya why are you acting like this? Didn't you like how we made each other happy?"
"Get out of my damn way!" she demanded, her voice sharp.
I smiled. "Not until you tell me if you enjoyed me kissing you and your body that day"
She tried to go around me, but I moved to block her again. She stopped, frustration clear on her face. "What do you want Rajeev?" she asked again.
"I want your love, Priya, I can't stand you being with that idiot Rahul, leave that bastard and come to me. I hate him so much" I said, my voice low and intense.
"Are you a pervert? You are lucky that time we didn't get caught, if we did, you could have gotten your ass in hot fire. Now let me pass.", she said, clear anger on her face.
Before she could react, I grabbed her, pulling her close, and kissed her lips forcefully. I held her waist, feeling her body tense against mine.
She broke away forcefully, slapping me hard across the face. "How dare you? You donkey!" she sputtered, her cheeks flushed. "Behave yourself! My father is in the house"
"Why should I behave myself baby? You already know that I am a pervert? Stop pretending, I know you enjoyed our moment last time", I told her.
She didn't reply, she instead turned and walked away quickly, her back to me, I watched her sexy ass shake violently because she walked fast due to anger. I just licked my lips like a pervert.
"I'll get you, Priya, you will fall in love for me only" I told her. "You'll be mine." I shouted after her, "Forget that bastard Rahul! He will lose you very soon and you will come to me"
She didn't even bother to look back. As she reached the main door, she bumped right into Arjun Sir, her father.
"Hello, my dear," Arjun Sir greeted her warmly.
"Hello, Father," Priya replied, her voice tight, still clearly annoyed by my earlier advances.
Arjun Sir looked at me, then back at Priya. "Did you greet Rajeev?" he asked her.
Priya hesitated. "Yes, Father," she mumbled, her tone suggesting anything but a warm greeting.
Arjun Sir smiled gently. "Go give him a hug, Priya. A proper hug," he instructed, his tone firm but not unkind.
Priya pretended to smile, but her eyes clearly revealed her reluctance. She didn't want to hug me, but she knew better than to disobey her father.
She walked towards me, her body stiff. She hugged me, her arms encircling my chest, her soft boobs crushing to my chest.
But as she hugged me, I placed my hands on her firm sexy ass, feeling the softness of her ass flesh and the roundness of it.
It felt wonderful. I held her firmly, enjoying the sensation of her body pressed against mine. She was twitching, like trying to brush off what I was doing.
Arjun Sir watched me doing this, and he smiled; he'd clearly seen me take advantage of the situation. And he was liking it. He even winked at me and I winked back at him.
I was in disbelief that Arjun Sir loved how I pressed his daughter Priya's soft ass while she hugged me.
While I held her close, Priya whispered in my ear, her voice barely audible, "Don't think this hug means anything. I only love Rahul. I will never love you, just know that. And stop touching my ass, my dad may be watching."
She quickly broke the embrace and hurried away, leaving me with the lingering warmth of her body and the echo of her words ringing in my ears.
Arjun Sir watched her go, then turned back to me, giving a nod of approval. "Well done, Priya," he said. "You did well. Always give Rajeev a hug ok?"
"Ok dad", Priya replied as she headed to her bedroom.
Arjun Sir turned to me, a knowing smile on his face. I winked at him. He winked back. He clearly knew what I had done. He knew that I was seducing his daughter and he wanted it.
"You're a naughty one," Arjun Sir chuckled. "But you're doing a good job. Keep pushing her. Keep annoying her. That's how you win them."
"Yes, I just kissed her right now, I could tell that she loved it although she pretends.", I said.
"I know my daughter, she usually pretends most of the time. But I know she will be thinking of you", Arjun Sir replied.
"Sir," I said, changing the subject. "What about you, what did you do? Did you smell my Mom's panties?"
His smile faltered slightly, surprised that I knew what he was doing. "Yes," he admitted. "And?"
"How did they smell?" I asked.
He grinned. "Like… a woman. A very desirable woman. Warm and inviting. I wish I could smell them in reality. The flesh."
"You only sniffed them? You didn't do anything else?", I asked him.
"Well, I did something else, you know your mom's panties smells so nice, I had to do something", he said.
"But tell me what did you do Sir", I asked him, very curious to know even though I knew that he masturbated.
"Aah, Rajeev, well, I did....uuhh.. masturbated while sniffing her panties."
"Oohh Arjun sir, you are really a pervert", I told him.
"Yeah, being a pervert is a good thing", he said.
"yes and I love how you teach me to be a pervert also. Good for you sir, but," I said, my voice somber. "I have bad news."
"What is it?" His cheerful expression vanished.
"Just received a phone call from my mom," I explained. "Dad’s coming home tomorrow."
Arjun Sir's face fell. His smile completely disappeared, replaced with a look of clear disappointment and frustration.
It was obvious that this news meant he’d have no opportunity to pursue my mother while my father was around.
"Tomorrow?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "That changes things. That throws everything off."
"Will you wait until next week, after Dad goes back?" I asked.
He shook his head vehemently. "No, Rajeev. I can't wait. I won't wait. I must get your mom. I have a plan."
"What’s your plan, Sir?"
"I'm throwing a party two days to come, actually it's Priya's birthday" he announced, a glint returning to his eyes.
"A big, luxurious party at the Grand Luxury Hotel. I want you to tell your parents that I'm inviting them, for Priya’s birthday."
"OOh, it's Priya's birthday, woow, that's fun. But Dad will suspect something," I whispered.
"No, he won't," Arjun Sir said confidently. "Tell him it's Priya's father who's hosting the party. That way, it looks innocent."
"It's a chance to make a fool out of your father. Trust me. Just tell him that Priya's father is hosting a birthday party, and that you’re invited to attend. That way, nobody will suspect anything"
He paused, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You’ll see how I will get your mother away from your father."
I arrived home that evening, finding my mother humming to herself as she stirred a fragrant curry. I wasn't sure how to bring up the subject of Arjun Sir's party invitation to my mom.
"Mom," I began, trying to sound casual, "Arjun Sir wants us to go to a party tomorrow."
My mother stopped stirring, a questioning look on her face. "A party? What party?"
"It's Priya's birthday party," I explained, hoping my words would sound convincing. "Arjun Sir, Priya's father, is throwing a big celebration at a fancy hotel."
My mother's expression remained skeptical. "Why are you such good friends with that man, Rajeev? I don't trust him. Didn't I warn you?"
"Mom, he's Priya's father! And he helped me so much by giving me a phone and also giving you gifts. And besides, Priya's my friend, too."
I tried to sound as sincere as I could. "It would be really mean to miss her birthday, especially if I'm invited. I promised her I'd be there."
"Listen Rajeev, your father is coming home tomorrow," Mom reminded me, her voice firm. "We should spend time together as a family. We haven't seen him in ages, and this is a chance to catch up."
"I know, Mom," I said patiently, trying a different approach, "but we can still see Dad. This party won’t last the whole day. We can come home early to see him." I said.
"We can't just miss Priya's birthday. It's her special day, and it would be very hurtful to her if we weren’t there. Mom remember even in your birthdays, a lot of relatives came, remember?"
"Why can’t you miss it?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something else going on that you are not telling me? Are you seeing Priya?"
My heart leaped into my throat. I was caught off guard. "No, Mom! What? No! It's not like that at all. We're just friends. She is just a friend who invited me. I just want to support my friend’s special day."
I stammered, desperate to hide my true intentions which was to fuck Priya in her pussy and tight asshole.
Friends, my mom never allowed me to see girls especially when I as in schoool. She just wanted me to concentrate on studies. But now, I became a pervert, thanks to Arjun Sir teaching me how being a pervert is good.
And I wanted to fuck my friend's girlfriend.
"Don't you dare even think about having a relationship with that girl," she scolded, her voice rising slightly.
"She's Arjun Sir's daughter! That man… I don't even want to mention his name. You must never have anything to do with her romantically. Do you hear me?"
I pressed on, trying to convince her. "Yes mom, I promise but, please, Mom! It's just a party. Think of Priya. She’s such a good girl. We can't miss her birthday."
She remained hesitant. "Fine," she finally relented, "but this is only for Priya. Not for that man called Arjun. Just this once. Don't let it happen again."
"Thank you, Mom!" I said, overjoyed. I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair. "Thank you! You are the best mom ever"
"Don't think this means I approve of that Arjun Sir," she warned while smiling, pulling away gently. "I'm doing this for Priya, nothing more. This is just a gesture for Priya's birthday, and I'm doing it for her only!"
"I know, Mom. Ok ok ok! Thank you so much." I kissed her cheek.
During supper, Mom seemed lost in thought.
"Mom," I said after a while, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, sweetheart," she said automatically, her smile strained.
"Come on, Mom. What are you thinking about?" I pressed gently, my curiosity piqued.
She sighed. "I’m just… thinking about what to wear tomorrow," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Just wear a nice saree, Mom," I suggested. "Something elegant. It would look perfect."
"It's not that easy," she muttered, still seemingly preoccupied. "I want to look… special. I want to look good." She paused, and her voice dropped to a near whisper, "I want to look… desirable."
"Ok mom, just choose the best attire", I told her.
Friends, honestly, I didn't know why my mom wanted to appear "special" and "flashy". I knew very well that she was not intending to appear elegant because of Arjun Sir.
But the fact that she wanted to look special caught me off guard. And I asked myself if she will wear one of those sarees or dresses which Arjun Sir bought her.
If she does wear one of those sarees, then i will be sure that she is trying to attract Arjun Sir.
The next day, my father's flight arrived. The doorbell rang. Mom shot up from her chair, practically sprinting to the door.
Before my father even had a chance to utter a greeting, she threw her arms around him, showering his face with kisses. Kissing his lips to the point that my father couldn't even breath.
Friends, I was telling myself, "Woow, my mom is kissing my dad's mouth and my mom's mouth has previously tasted Sir Suresh's cock. So it means that.....oh I don't want to mention it but you friends know what I mean"
It was a passionate, heartfelt embrace; a display of affection I hadn't witnessed in years. Watching them, I understood something profound. My mother loved my father deeply, intensely. She cared for her family.
The gifts from Arjun Sir she received, her brief sex episodes with Sir Suresh… it wasn't about a lack of love for my father.
It was something else entirely. It was an exploration, she wanted to explore the other side of a different man.
It was the exploration of a married woman who wanted more, a married woman seeking something outside the norm of her religious life.
It was an experimental approach to marital life and she hadn't crossed any boundaries of cheating. It was simply about wanting something different, wanting to spice things up.
That night, as my father and I sat in the sitting room, I casually mentioned Priya's party.
"Dad," I began, "Priya's father, Arjun Sir, invited us to Priya's birthday party tomorrow."
My father looked surprised. "Priya? Who's Priya?"
"She's my friend, Dad. And Arjun Sir is her father. He’s the one who gave me this new phone, you know. I told Mom about the invitation."
"Oh," my father said, turning to my mother. "Is that right, dear? A birthday party?"
"Yes, my love, it's Priya's birthday, the friend of Rajeev," Mom replied, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "It's a nice gesture. Priya's such a sweet girl."
"Well, why not?" Dad said. "Sounds like fun. New friends, new experiences. It's good to branch out, isn’t it? I actually love making new family friends"
Overjoyed, I hugged my father tightly. "Thank you, Dad!"
I also showed him my new phone. "Dad, look! Arjun Sir gave me this. Isn't it amazing?"
He examined the phone, impressed. "It is. Your friend, Arjun Sir is very generous. It would be really nice to meet him"
Friends, I just told myself that my dad thinks Arjun Sir is generous but in reality, this Arjun Sir wants to seduce my dad's wife and probably fuck her. But my dad doesn't know.
As I hugged my father, a more sinister thought lingered in the back of my mind. The birthday party was merely a plan, a carefully orchestrated plan to allow Arjun Sir to seduce my mother.
I didn't feel guilt at all planning this. This is because I am a pervert, a product of Arjun Sir’s twisted and forbidden plans. I love being a pervert and being immoral. I just love immorality and bad manners.
Arjun Sir had shown me the thrill of forbidden desires, fucking another man's wife or girlfriend that is not yours, the satisfaction of manipulating situations to get what I wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating.
That night, mom and dad were having sex in their bedroom and I was hearing mom moaning. I didn't go to watch them.
But inside my pervert head, I told myself, "my dad is fucking mom but soon mom is going to experience the best dick and fucking of Arjun Sir if it happens but I will make sure it happens"
Friends, I honestly don't know how I turned to be this pervert, a boy with bad manners. But I loved it so much. I never knew that being a pervert is such a good feeling.
Later that night, while on my bed, Arjun Sir called me through the phone.
"Rajeev," he said, his voice practically vibrating with anticipation. "Did your parents accept the invitation?"
"Yes, Sir! They’re coming, you are very lucky Sir" I said, mimicking his excitement.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! Tomorrow night will be… memorable. What are they doing?"
"Dad is fucking mom in the bedoom", I told him.
"Ooh I hate your dad. I wish something bad happens to him. I don't want him to touch your mom. Arrggh! I hate him so much. I will teach him a lesson very soon, I want to harm him", he said while in anger.
"Hahahah calm down Sir, just be calm, you will get mom. I believe your plans will work.", I told him.
"Yes Rajeev, they must work. Even if they don't work, I will force them to work. I am even now sniffing your mom's panties. Oohh I am now smelling the ass part of her panties, they smell really stinky very nice shitty smell ooohhhh",
"Arjun sir you are really naughty", I told him.
"I have to hang up Rajeev, let me enjoy your mom's panties as I masturbate, see you tomorrow at the party", he said whiile breathing heavily.
"Ook Arjun sir, goodnight!"
Before I slept, I once again found myself rubbing my dick, picturing Priya at the party.
I imagined seducing her, the thrill of a forbidden encounter fueling my arousal. The thought of my mother’s encounter with Arjun Sir, although illicit, held a strange allure.
Friends, you can clearly see how Arjun Sir has influenced my behavior. He has taught me immorality and being a pervert and I love it. He is thinking about my mom, a woman who is not his wife, while sniffing her panties and masturbating.
And for me I am doing the same thing. I am thinking of Priya, the girl who is not my girlfriend and I am masturbating thinking of fucking her pussy and her asshole.
The day of Priya's birthday party finally arrived. My father was already buzzing with anticipation. He was looking forward to meeting new people, making new friends.
But he didn't know that this party was not about meeting new friends. It was about his wife being seduced by Arjun Sir, and Arjun Sir was one of the master minds in this whole scheme and I was helping him.
I glanced at my mother; her expression was unreadable. She knew what was at stake of meeting with Arjun Sir, the man she had secretly accepted gifts from but the same ugly man whom she hates.
My father and I donned our tuxedo suits. When my mother emerged from her bedroom, both my father and I were stunned. She wasn't wearing a traditional saree.
Instead, she was clad in a very tight-fitting brown skirt and a matching brown top, showcasing her curves in a way we'd never seen before. Her skin was exposed so much.
Her hair was elegantly styled, and she wore a dazzling golden headpiece that accentuated her beauty. She looked strikingly stunning.
My father's jaw dropped. "Wow, dear," he breathed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "You look… absolutely gorgeous."
"Doesn't she look amazing, Dad?" I chimed in, my voice brimming with pride and a hint of something else – perhaps a touch of mischievous anticipation. "She's unbelievably beautiful!"
"Yes, she is", my dad replied.
My mother's expression was less confident, her smile a little strained.
"Do you like it, dear?" she asked my father, her voice a little shaky.
My father hesitated, his gaze lingering on her exposed curves. "It's… certainly… different," he said, his tone not entirely convincing.
I noticed that somehow he didn't like the dress mom chose. My mother's face mirrored his uncertainty.
"I wanted to look… special," she said softly. "For the party. For Priya. It's a celebration, after all."
"Well," my father said, after a long pause, "perhaps we should talk this over in the bedroom. There’s something I want to discuss with you."
He looked at me. "Rajeev, just wait here for a little bit ok?." He said patting me on the head.
As they walked toward their bedroom, I stealthily tiptoed to the doorway, my ears pressed against the door, eager to overhear their conversation.
"I'm not sure about this dress, baby," my father said softly, his voice low and concerned. "It's… revealing and too tight on your body. It shows too much."
"Why, dear?" Mom responded. "I want to look beautiful, to feel beautiful. I want to have a good time. It’s just a party."
"But it's too much, I have never seen you in this kind of tight dressing, it's so tight on your body" my father insisted. "It's not appropriate my love."
"I'm bored of sarees, Arvind," she retorted, her voice sharper now. "I want something different. I want to feel sexy, feel desirable. And for once, it should be acceptable."
Her sudden outburst shocked me, and my father seemed equally stunned. She never usually talked to him like that. My mother never shouted at my father. The tension in the room was palpable.
My mother’s words hung in the air, hinting at a deeper discontent, a simmering desire for something more than her traditional role.
My father was silent for a moment, and then finally spoke, his voice tinged with defeat, “Then at least, wear a traditional saree.”
Mom’s response was instant and fiery. “I’m sick to death of sarees, Arvind! I want something…different!”
"Sunita," my father said, his voice low but firm, "tone it down. Rajeev's just outside the door. He might hear us."
My mother turned to him, her eyes flashing. "I don't care if he hears us! I've been suppressing my desires for years, following your rules, always prioritizing your preferences!"
I was shocked my mom is speaking like this to my dad. She was never this rude to dad. What has happened to my mom? Is she finally becoming ruthless to my dad?
"I’m tired of it.", She continued, "I want to feel beautiful, feel appreciated, feel… desired. I am not a machine. I am a woman."
My father tried to reason with her. "But this dress... it's too much. People will stare. They'll talk."
"Let them stare!" she retorted, her voice rising. "Let them talk! I am not a teenager and I can do whatever I want. For once, let me feel good about myself, feel confident and beautiful in my own skin'
Friends, what did my mom turn into? Did Arjun Sir get into her head? Why is she speaking like this to my dad by discrediting his advices. But I was supporting my mom.
Friends, my mom is right. Why should a woman with big soft boobs and fat ass like hers hide them inside stupid traditional sarees? She deserves to feel beautiful and appreciated, and that's perfectly okay.
It's her body, her choice, she should reveal her boobs and big ass for he world to see her beauty. She wants to feel good about herself, and that's a valid and important feeling.
I understand her need to express herself and feel confident. It's not about her being rude to my dad; it's about self-acceptance and wanting to be seen and admired. Maybe admired by Arjun Sir, but who knows?
She’s beautiful, and she should be free to show it. I support her completely. This is not about disrespecting Dad; it’s about Mom owning her own beauty and confidence.
She continued telling dad, "....not according to your rules or anyone else’s expectations! I’m tired of being overlooked, of being taken for granted, always playing the perfect wife and mother. Let me live for myself, even if just for one night!"
My father was clearly losing the argument. "At least choose a dress that isn't so… tight," he pleaded, trying a different tactic.
"And why should I listen to you?" she snapped back, her anger escalating. "You never let me wear what I want. You tell me what’s appropriate. You dictate my choices. You never take my feelings into account."
Dad stood there shocked to the gut. I was also shocked by how my mom was speaking to dad. Friends, trust me, I was really shocked. Never ever did my mom ever talk so rudely at my dad like this.
Was my mom really starting to show her true colors to my dad? Friends, one thing is for sure, this temperament of my mom started or has been influenced by Sir Suresh but more by Arjun Sir.
This two new people in my mom's life, especially Arjun Sir, since he was more romantic than Sir Suresh, have turned her to be rebellious to my dad. I now understood.
"I'm tired of always conforming to your ideas of what a wife should be! I want to be seen, to be noticed, to be admired. Just for one night!"
"Sunita, please," my father pleaded, his voice soft. "Lots of people will be staring at you. It's going to be awkward, and uncomfortable."
"Let them look at me!" she shouted, her voice thick with frustration and resentment. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of being invisible." Dad was stunned.
"I'm a woman, and I have the right to feel good about myself! Let me go. I need to get dressed."
Before she could leave, my father grabbed her hand, pulling her close. "It's alright, Sunita," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.
"Wear what you want. Don't be mad baby. I accept your choice. I know you want to feel good about yourself and if this is what will make you happy then do it. Do it."
My dad had no choice at all. He didn't want a beautiful woman like mom to get angry with him or else she will leave him. He was not ready to be left by such a beauty.
Friends, I couldn't believe what just happened. How my mom became rude and shouted at my dad.
He gently kissed her head. "Just… go get ready my love, don't be mad, I love you" he whispered. "I'll be waiting for you."
My mother, still slightly agitated, mumbled, "Leave me. Let me get my makeup done," and slipped away into the bedroom.
I had never seen my mother act this way, so rude and rebellious against my father. She always followed the traditional rules, always listening to her husband, always prioritizing the family's needs over her own.
But today, I saw a different side of her—a fiercely independent, assertive woman, determined to express herself, regardless of societal norms or her husband’s expectations.
I honestly didn't know what had triggered this sudden change. Was this a result of Arjun Sir’s influence? Or was it something deeper? Why is my mom changing this fast?
I ran back to the sitting room, pretending I hadn’t overheard anything. A few minutes later, Mom emerged from her bedroom, her makeup flawlessly applied, her eyes sparkling with a confidence I’d never seen before.
"Mom," I urged her, "hurry up. We need to leave."
"I'm coming beta," she replied, her voice still tinged with a hint of defiance.
My father entered the sitting room, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He'd allowed her to wear the outfit, but he clearly wasn't entirely happy about it.
He'd accepted her choice, but it was evident that he was still somewhat uncomfortable with how much skin she was showing and how tight the dress was.
Friends, just to be clear, this was not one of the dress she was given as a gift by Arjun Sir. Maybe she bought it for herself like months ago but definitely it was not Arjun Sir's gift.
Something told me maybe she was not going to please Arjun Sir, but maybe she was just ready to be appreciated not necessarily pleasing someone.
Just then, Mom's phone rang. It was Jaya, Rahul's mother. Mom put it on speakerphone.
"Sunita, darling," Jaya's voice chirped, "where are you? We're all waiting!"
"We're just getting ready, Jaya," my mother replied. "We'll be there soon."
"Hurry up, then!" Jaya urged. "Don't be late for Priya's big night!"
I was shocked. Aunty Jaya would be there? This was unexpected. Aunty Jaya and Arjun Sir's secret affair had been cut short despite Arjun Sir fucking her previously.
Arjun Sir’s intentions towards my mother made the presence of Jaya and her husband, Aarav, even more problematic. I needed to understand the dynamics of this unfolding situation.
"Mom," I interrupted, "don't hang up! Hello, Aunty Jaya! How are you? Will Rahul be there?"
"Rahul? Of course, sweetheart," Jaya responded cheerfully. "He wouldn't miss Priya's birthday for anything."
A surge of anger washed over me, a feeling I quickly masked. This bastard Rahul's presence was the last thing I wanted; it was my chance to get to Priya, his girlfriend.
Even if it meant ruining my friendship with him, I wouldn't pass up the chance to be with Priya.
"Tonight," I told myself, my voice a low growl, "tonight, I'm taking her. Fuck you Rahul, I hate you. I hope you go away"
But about my mom. Could her choice of clothing be intentional? Was she actually trying to attract Arjun Sir’s attention, disregarding my father’s reservations?
Was this more than just a simple desire for self-expression? I will find out.
FRIENDS, THE ONLY WAY TO ENJOY THIS REAL STORY IS BY READING WORD BY WORD IN ORDER TO IMMSERSE YOURSELF INTO THE LIVES OF THIS CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY AND UNDERSTAND THEM BETTER. ALSO READ THEIR CONVERSATIONS TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF THEIR BEHAVIOURS.
I was sitting in Arjun Sir's backyard, nervously awaiting his arrival, I knew he went to sniff my mom's panties so hard. This man Arjun Sir was so obsessed with my mom.
I mean anyone will be obsessed with my mom.
Then my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was bubbling with excitement.
"Rajeev, beta!" she exclaimed. "Guess what? Your father's coming home tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow?" I repeated, stunned. The news felt both good and bad. Good, because I'd get to see my dad, and Mom would be overjoyed.
And bad news because it meant Arjun Sir's plans to seduce my mother would likely be thwarted. Dad's presence would throw a major wrench in his plans. How would Arjun Sir possibly manage to get my mother now?
Just then, I saw Priya entering the gate. I jumped up, my heart pounding. I miss her so much.
"Priya!" I called out, running to meet her. "Priya, wait!"
She didn't stop. She looked annoyed at seeing me. "What do you want, Rajeev?" she snapped, clearly not in the mood for conversation.
"Priya," I said, trying to soften my approach. "I wanted to talk to you. I miss you so much. I want to talk about what happened that day between me and you"
"I'm not interested," she said, trying to push past me.
"Why? Or is that good for nothing Rahul coming to see you?" I asked her, blocking her path. "Just listen for a second. Priya why are you acting like this? Didn't you like how we made each other happy?"
"Get out of my damn way!" she demanded, her voice sharp.
I smiled. "Not until you tell me if you enjoyed me kissing you and your body that day"
She tried to go around me, but I moved to block her again. She stopped, frustration clear on her face. "What do you want Rajeev?" she asked again.
"I want your love, Priya, I can't stand you being with that idiot Rahul, leave that bastard and come to me. I hate him so much" I said, my voice low and intense.
"Are you a pervert? You are lucky that time we didn't get caught, if we did, you could have gotten your ass in hot fire. Now let me pass.", she said, clear anger on her face.
Before she could react, I grabbed her, pulling her close, and kissed her lips forcefully. I held her waist, feeling her body tense against mine.
She broke away forcefully, slapping me hard across the face. "How dare you? You donkey!" she sputtered, her cheeks flushed. "Behave yourself! My father is in the house"
"Why should I behave myself baby? You already know that I am a pervert? Stop pretending, I know you enjoyed our moment last time", I told her.
She didn't reply, she instead turned and walked away quickly, her back to me, I watched her sexy ass shake violently because she walked fast due to anger. I just licked my lips like a pervert.
"I'll get you, Priya, you will fall in love for me only" I told her. "You'll be mine." I shouted after her, "Forget that bastard Rahul! He will lose you very soon and you will come to me"
She didn't even bother to look back. As she reached the main door, she bumped right into Arjun Sir, her father.
"Hello, my dear," Arjun Sir greeted her warmly.
"Hello, Father," Priya replied, her voice tight, still clearly annoyed by my earlier advances.
Arjun Sir looked at me, then back at Priya. "Did you greet Rajeev?" he asked her.
Priya hesitated. "Yes, Father," she mumbled, her tone suggesting anything but a warm greeting.
Arjun Sir smiled gently. "Go give him a hug, Priya. A proper hug," he instructed, his tone firm but not unkind.
Priya pretended to smile, but her eyes clearly revealed her reluctance. She didn't want to hug me, but she knew better than to disobey her father.
She walked towards me, her body stiff. She hugged me, her arms encircling my chest, her soft boobs crushing to my chest.
But as she hugged me, I placed my hands on her firm sexy ass, feeling the softness of her ass flesh and the roundness of it.
It felt wonderful. I held her firmly, enjoying the sensation of her body pressed against mine. She was twitching, like trying to brush off what I was doing.
Arjun Sir watched me doing this, and he smiled; he'd clearly seen me take advantage of the situation. And he was liking it. He even winked at me and I winked back at him.
I was in disbelief that Arjun Sir loved how I pressed his daughter Priya's soft ass while she hugged me.
While I held her close, Priya whispered in my ear, her voice barely audible, "Don't think this hug means anything. I only love Rahul. I will never love you, just know that. And stop touching my ass, my dad may be watching."
She quickly broke the embrace and hurried away, leaving me with the lingering warmth of her body and the echo of her words ringing in my ears.
Arjun Sir watched her go, then turned back to me, giving a nod of approval. "Well done, Priya," he said. "You did well. Always give Rajeev a hug ok?"
"Ok dad", Priya replied as she headed to her bedroom.
Arjun Sir turned to me, a knowing smile on his face. I winked at him. He winked back. He clearly knew what I had done. He knew that I was seducing his daughter and he wanted it.
"You're a naughty one," Arjun Sir chuckled. "But you're doing a good job. Keep pushing her. Keep annoying her. That's how you win them."
"Yes, I just kissed her right now, I could tell that she loved it although she pretends.", I said.
"I know my daughter, she usually pretends most of the time. But I know she will be thinking of you", Arjun Sir replied.
"Sir," I said, changing the subject. "What about you, what did you do? Did you smell my Mom's panties?"
His smile faltered slightly, surprised that I knew what he was doing. "Yes," he admitted. "And?"
"How did they smell?" I asked.
He grinned. "Like… a woman. A very desirable woman. Warm and inviting. I wish I could smell them in reality. The flesh."
"You only sniffed them? You didn't do anything else?", I asked him.
"Well, I did something else, you know your mom's panties smells so nice, I had to do something", he said.
"But tell me what did you do Sir", I asked him, very curious to know even though I knew that he masturbated.
"Aah, Rajeev, well, I did....uuhh.. masturbated while sniffing her panties."
"Oohh Arjun sir, you are really a pervert", I told him.
"Yeah, being a pervert is a good thing", he said.
"yes and I love how you teach me to be a pervert also. Good for you sir, but," I said, my voice somber. "I have bad news."
"What is it?" His cheerful expression vanished.
"Just received a phone call from my mom," I explained. "Dad’s coming home tomorrow."
Arjun Sir's face fell. His smile completely disappeared, replaced with a look of clear disappointment and frustration.
It was obvious that this news meant he’d have no opportunity to pursue my mother while my father was around.
"Tomorrow?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "That changes things. That throws everything off."
"Will you wait until next week, after Dad goes back?" I asked.
He shook his head vehemently. "No, Rajeev. I can't wait. I won't wait. I must get your mom. I have a plan."
"What’s your plan, Sir?"
"I'm throwing a party two days to come, actually it's Priya's birthday" he announced, a glint returning to his eyes.
"A big, luxurious party at the Grand Luxury Hotel. I want you to tell your parents that I'm inviting them, for Priya’s birthday."
"OOh, it's Priya's birthday, woow, that's fun. But Dad will suspect something," I whispered.
"No, he won't," Arjun Sir said confidently. "Tell him it's Priya's father who's hosting the party. That way, it looks innocent."
"It's a chance to make a fool out of your father. Trust me. Just tell him that Priya's father is hosting a birthday party, and that you’re invited to attend. That way, nobody will suspect anything"
He paused, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You’ll see how I will get your mother away from your father."
I arrived home that evening, finding my mother humming to herself as she stirred a fragrant curry. I wasn't sure how to bring up the subject of Arjun Sir's party invitation to my mom.
"Mom," I began, trying to sound casual, "Arjun Sir wants us to go to a party tomorrow."
My mother stopped stirring, a questioning look on her face. "A party? What party?"
"It's Priya's birthday party," I explained, hoping my words would sound convincing. "Arjun Sir, Priya's father, is throwing a big celebration at a fancy hotel."
My mother's expression remained skeptical. "Why are you such good friends with that man, Rajeev? I don't trust him. Didn't I warn you?"
"Mom, he's Priya's father! And he helped me so much by giving me a phone and also giving you gifts. And besides, Priya's my friend, too."
I tried to sound as sincere as I could. "It would be really mean to miss her birthday, especially if I'm invited. I promised her I'd be there."
"Listen Rajeev, your father is coming home tomorrow," Mom reminded me, her voice firm. "We should spend time together as a family. We haven't seen him in ages, and this is a chance to catch up."
"I know, Mom," I said patiently, trying a different approach, "but we can still see Dad. This party won’t last the whole day. We can come home early to see him." I said.
"We can't just miss Priya's birthday. It's her special day, and it would be very hurtful to her if we weren’t there. Mom remember even in your birthdays, a lot of relatives came, remember?"
"Why can’t you miss it?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something else going on that you are not telling me? Are you seeing Priya?"
My heart leaped into my throat. I was caught off guard. "No, Mom! What? No! It's not like that at all. We're just friends. She is just a friend who invited me. I just want to support my friend’s special day."
I stammered, desperate to hide my true intentions which was to fuck Priya in her pussy and tight asshole.
Friends, my mom never allowed me to see girls especially when I as in schoool. She just wanted me to concentrate on studies. But now, I became a pervert, thanks to Arjun Sir teaching me how being a pervert is good.
And I wanted to fuck my friend's girlfriend.
"Don't you dare even think about having a relationship with that girl," she scolded, her voice rising slightly.
"She's Arjun Sir's daughter! That man… I don't even want to mention his name. You must never have anything to do with her romantically. Do you hear me?"
I pressed on, trying to convince her. "Yes mom, I promise but, please, Mom! It's just a party. Think of Priya. She’s such a good girl. We can't miss her birthday."
She remained hesitant. "Fine," she finally relented, "but this is only for Priya. Not for that man called Arjun. Just this once. Don't let it happen again."
"Thank you, Mom!" I said, overjoyed. I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair. "Thank you! You are the best mom ever"
"Don't think this means I approve of that Arjun Sir," she warned while smiling, pulling away gently. "I'm doing this for Priya, nothing more. This is just a gesture for Priya's birthday, and I'm doing it for her only!"
"I know, Mom. Ok ok ok! Thank you so much." I kissed her cheek.
During supper, Mom seemed lost in thought.
"Mom," I said after a while, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, sweetheart," she said automatically, her smile strained.
"Come on, Mom. What are you thinking about?" I pressed gently, my curiosity piqued.
She sighed. "I’m just… thinking about what to wear tomorrow," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Just wear a nice saree, Mom," I suggested. "Something elegant. It would look perfect."
"It's not that easy," she muttered, still seemingly preoccupied. "I want to look… special. I want to look good." She paused, and her voice dropped to a near whisper, "I want to look… desirable."
"Ok mom, just choose the best attire", I told her.
Friends, honestly, I didn't know why my mom wanted to appear "special" and "flashy". I knew very well that she was not intending to appear elegant because of Arjun Sir.
But the fact that she wanted to look special caught me off guard. And I asked myself if she will wear one of those sarees or dresses which Arjun Sir bought her.
If she does wear one of those sarees, then i will be sure that she is trying to attract Arjun Sir.
The next day, my father's flight arrived. The doorbell rang. Mom shot up from her chair, practically sprinting to the door.
Before my father even had a chance to utter a greeting, she threw her arms around him, showering his face with kisses. Kissing his lips to the point that my father couldn't even breath.
Friends, I was telling myself, "Woow, my mom is kissing my dad's mouth and my mom's mouth has previously tasted Sir Suresh's cock. So it means that.....oh I don't want to mention it but you friends know what I mean"
It was a passionate, heartfelt embrace; a display of affection I hadn't witnessed in years. Watching them, I understood something profound. My mother loved my father deeply, intensely. She cared for her family.
The gifts from Arjun Sir she received, her brief sex episodes with Sir Suresh… it wasn't about a lack of love for my father.
It was something else entirely. It was an exploration, she wanted to explore the other side of a different man.
It was the exploration of a married woman who wanted more, a married woman seeking something outside the norm of her religious life.
It was an experimental approach to marital life and she hadn't crossed any boundaries of cheating. It was simply about wanting something different, wanting to spice things up.
That night, as my father and I sat in the sitting room, I casually mentioned Priya's party.
"Dad," I began, "Priya's father, Arjun Sir, invited us to Priya's birthday party tomorrow."
My father looked surprised. "Priya? Who's Priya?"
"She's my friend, Dad. And Arjun Sir is her father. He’s the one who gave me this new phone, you know. I told Mom about the invitation."
"Oh," my father said, turning to my mother. "Is that right, dear? A birthday party?"
"Yes, my love, it's Priya's birthday, the friend of Rajeev," Mom replied, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "It's a nice gesture. Priya's such a sweet girl."
"Well, why not?" Dad said. "Sounds like fun. New friends, new experiences. It's good to branch out, isn’t it? I actually love making new family friends"
Overjoyed, I hugged my father tightly. "Thank you, Dad!"
I also showed him my new phone. "Dad, look! Arjun Sir gave me this. Isn't it amazing?"
He examined the phone, impressed. "It is. Your friend, Arjun Sir is very generous. It would be really nice to meet him"
Friends, I just told myself that my dad thinks Arjun Sir is generous but in reality, this Arjun Sir wants to seduce my dad's wife and probably fuck her. But my dad doesn't know.
As I hugged my father, a more sinister thought lingered in the back of my mind. The birthday party was merely a plan, a carefully orchestrated plan to allow Arjun Sir to seduce my mother.
I didn't feel guilt at all planning this. This is because I am a pervert, a product of Arjun Sir’s twisted and forbidden plans. I love being a pervert and being immoral. I just love immorality and bad manners.
Arjun Sir had shown me the thrill of forbidden desires, fucking another man's wife or girlfriend that is not yours, the satisfaction of manipulating situations to get what I wanted. It was thrilling and intoxicating.
That night, mom and dad were having sex in their bedroom and I was hearing mom moaning. I didn't go to watch them.
But inside my pervert head, I told myself, "my dad is fucking mom but soon mom is going to experience the best dick and fucking of Arjun Sir if it happens but I will make sure it happens"
Friends, I honestly don't know how I turned to be this pervert, a boy with bad manners. But I loved it so much. I never knew that being a pervert is such a good feeling.
Later that night, while on my bed, Arjun Sir called me through the phone.
"Rajeev," he said, his voice practically vibrating with anticipation. "Did your parents accept the invitation?"
"Yes, Sir! They’re coming, you are very lucky Sir" I said, mimicking his excitement.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! Tomorrow night will be… memorable. What are they doing?"
"Dad is fucking mom in the bedoom", I told him.
"Ooh I hate your dad. I wish something bad happens to him. I don't want him to touch your mom. Arrggh! I hate him so much. I will teach him a lesson very soon, I want to harm him", he said while in anger.
"Hahahah calm down Sir, just be calm, you will get mom. I believe your plans will work.", I told him.
"Yes Rajeev, they must work. Even if they don't work, I will force them to work. I am even now sniffing your mom's panties. Oohh I am now smelling the ass part of her panties, they smell really stinky very nice shitty smell ooohhhh",
"Arjun sir you are really naughty", I told him.
"I have to hang up Rajeev, let me enjoy your mom's panties as I masturbate, see you tomorrow at the party", he said whiile breathing heavily.
"Ook Arjun sir, goodnight!"
Before I slept, I once again found myself rubbing my dick, picturing Priya at the party.
I imagined seducing her, the thrill of a forbidden encounter fueling my arousal. The thought of my mother’s encounter with Arjun Sir, although illicit, held a strange allure.
Friends, you can clearly see how Arjun Sir has influenced my behavior. He has taught me immorality and being a pervert and I love it. He is thinking about my mom, a woman who is not his wife, while sniffing her panties and masturbating.
And for me I am doing the same thing. I am thinking of Priya, the girl who is not my girlfriend and I am masturbating thinking of fucking her pussy and her asshole.
The day of Priya's birthday party finally arrived. My father was already buzzing with anticipation. He was looking forward to meeting new people, making new friends.
But he didn't know that this party was not about meeting new friends. It was about his wife being seduced by Arjun Sir, and Arjun Sir was one of the master minds in this whole scheme and I was helping him.
I glanced at my mother; her expression was unreadable. She knew what was at stake of meeting with Arjun Sir, the man she had secretly accepted gifts from but the same ugly man whom she hates.
My father and I donned our tuxedo suits. When my mother emerged from her bedroom, both my father and I were stunned. She wasn't wearing a traditional saree.
Instead, she was clad in a very tight-fitting brown skirt and a matching brown top, showcasing her curves in a way we'd never seen before. Her skin was exposed so much.
Her hair was elegantly styled, and she wore a dazzling golden headpiece that accentuated her beauty. She looked strikingly stunning.
My father's jaw dropped. "Wow, dear," he breathed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "You look… absolutely gorgeous."
"Doesn't she look amazing, Dad?" I chimed in, my voice brimming with pride and a hint of something else – perhaps a touch of mischievous anticipation. "She's unbelievably beautiful!"
"Yes, she is", my dad replied.
My mother's expression was less confident, her smile a little strained.
"Do you like it, dear?" she asked my father, her voice a little shaky.
My father hesitated, his gaze lingering on her exposed curves. "It's… certainly… different," he said, his tone not entirely convincing.
I noticed that somehow he didn't like the dress mom chose. My mother's face mirrored his uncertainty.
"I wanted to look… special," she said softly. "For the party. For Priya. It's a celebration, after all."
"Well," my father said, after a long pause, "perhaps we should talk this over in the bedroom. There’s something I want to discuss with you."
He looked at me. "Rajeev, just wait here for a little bit ok?." He said patting me on the head.
As they walked toward their bedroom, I stealthily tiptoed to the doorway, my ears pressed against the door, eager to overhear their conversation.
"I'm not sure about this dress, baby," my father said softly, his voice low and concerned. "It's… revealing and too tight on your body. It shows too much."
"Why, dear?" Mom responded. "I want to look beautiful, to feel beautiful. I want to have a good time. It’s just a party."
"But it's too much, I have never seen you in this kind of tight dressing, it's so tight on your body" my father insisted. "It's not appropriate my love."
"I'm bored of sarees, Arvind," she retorted, her voice sharper now. "I want something different. I want to feel sexy, feel desirable. And for once, it should be acceptable."
Her sudden outburst shocked me, and my father seemed equally stunned. She never usually talked to him like that. My mother never shouted at my father. The tension in the room was palpable.
My mother’s words hung in the air, hinting at a deeper discontent, a simmering desire for something more than her traditional role.
My father was silent for a moment, and then finally spoke, his voice tinged with defeat, “Then at least, wear a traditional saree.”
Mom’s response was instant and fiery. “I’m sick to death of sarees, Arvind! I want something…different!”
"Sunita," my father said, his voice low but firm, "tone it down. Rajeev's just outside the door. He might hear us."
My mother turned to him, her eyes flashing. "I don't care if he hears us! I've been suppressing my desires for years, following your rules, always prioritizing your preferences!"
I was shocked my mom is speaking like this to my dad. She was never this rude to dad. What has happened to my mom? Is she finally becoming ruthless to my dad?
"I’m tired of it.", She continued, "I want to feel beautiful, feel appreciated, feel… desired. I am not a machine. I am a woman."
My father tried to reason with her. "But this dress... it's too much. People will stare. They'll talk."
"Let them stare!" she retorted, her voice rising. "Let them talk! I am not a teenager and I can do whatever I want. For once, let me feel good about myself, feel confident and beautiful in my own skin'
Friends, what did my mom turn into? Did Arjun Sir get into her head? Why is she speaking like this to my dad by discrediting his advices. But I was supporting my mom.
Friends, my mom is right. Why should a woman with big soft boobs and fat ass like hers hide them inside stupid traditional sarees? She deserves to feel beautiful and appreciated, and that's perfectly okay.
It's her body, her choice, she should reveal her boobs and big ass for he world to see her beauty. She wants to feel good about herself, and that's a valid and important feeling.
I understand her need to express herself and feel confident. It's not about her being rude to my dad; it's about self-acceptance and wanting to be seen and admired. Maybe admired by Arjun Sir, but who knows?
She’s beautiful, and she should be free to show it. I support her completely. This is not about disrespecting Dad; it’s about Mom owning her own beauty and confidence.
She continued telling dad, "....not according to your rules or anyone else’s expectations! I’m tired of being overlooked, of being taken for granted, always playing the perfect wife and mother. Let me live for myself, even if just for one night!"
My father was clearly losing the argument. "At least choose a dress that isn't so… tight," he pleaded, trying a different tactic.
"And why should I listen to you?" she snapped back, her anger escalating. "You never let me wear what I want. You tell me what’s appropriate. You dictate my choices. You never take my feelings into account."
Dad stood there shocked to the gut. I was also shocked by how my mom was speaking to dad. Friends, trust me, I was really shocked. Never ever did my mom ever talk so rudely at my dad like this.
Was my mom really starting to show her true colors to my dad? Friends, one thing is for sure, this temperament of my mom started or has been influenced by Sir Suresh but more by Arjun Sir.
This two new people in my mom's life, especially Arjun Sir, since he was more romantic than Sir Suresh, have turned her to be rebellious to my dad. I now understood.
"I'm tired of always conforming to your ideas of what a wife should be! I want to be seen, to be noticed, to be admired. Just for one night!"
"Sunita, please," my father pleaded, his voice soft. "Lots of people will be staring at you. It's going to be awkward, and uncomfortable."
"Let them look at me!" she shouted, her voice thick with frustration and resentment. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of being invisible." Dad was stunned.
"I'm a woman, and I have the right to feel good about myself! Let me go. I need to get dressed."
Before she could leave, my father grabbed her hand, pulling her close. "It's alright, Sunita," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.
"Wear what you want. Don't be mad baby. I accept your choice. I know you want to feel good about yourself and if this is what will make you happy then do it. Do it."
My dad had no choice at all. He didn't want a beautiful woman like mom to get angry with him or else she will leave him. He was not ready to be left by such a beauty.
Friends, I couldn't believe what just happened. How my mom became rude and shouted at my dad.
He gently kissed her head. "Just… go get ready my love, don't be mad, I love you" he whispered. "I'll be waiting for you."
My mother, still slightly agitated, mumbled, "Leave me. Let me get my makeup done," and slipped away into the bedroom.
I had never seen my mother act this way, so rude and rebellious against my father. She always followed the traditional rules, always listening to her husband, always prioritizing the family's needs over her own.
But today, I saw a different side of her—a fiercely independent, assertive woman, determined to express herself, regardless of societal norms or her husband’s expectations.
I honestly didn't know what had triggered this sudden change. Was this a result of Arjun Sir’s influence? Or was it something deeper? Why is my mom changing this fast?
I ran back to the sitting room, pretending I hadn’t overheard anything. A few minutes later, Mom emerged from her bedroom, her makeup flawlessly applied, her eyes sparkling with a confidence I’d never seen before.
"Mom," I urged her, "hurry up. We need to leave."
"I'm coming beta," she replied, her voice still tinged with a hint of defiance.
My father entered the sitting room, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He'd allowed her to wear the outfit, but he clearly wasn't entirely happy about it.
He'd accepted her choice, but it was evident that he was still somewhat uncomfortable with how much skin she was showing and how tight the dress was.
Friends, just to be clear, this was not one of the dress she was given as a gift by Arjun Sir. Maybe she bought it for herself like months ago but definitely it was not Arjun Sir's gift.
Something told me maybe she was not going to please Arjun Sir, but maybe she was just ready to be appreciated not necessarily pleasing someone.
Just then, Mom's phone rang. It was Jaya, Rahul's mother. Mom put it on speakerphone.
"Sunita, darling," Jaya's voice chirped, "where are you? We're all waiting!"
"We're just getting ready, Jaya," my mother replied. "We'll be there soon."
"Hurry up, then!" Jaya urged. "Don't be late for Priya's big night!"
I was shocked. Aunty Jaya would be there? This was unexpected. Aunty Jaya and Arjun Sir's secret affair had been cut short despite Arjun Sir fucking her previously.
Arjun Sir’s intentions towards my mother made the presence of Jaya and her husband, Aarav, even more problematic. I needed to understand the dynamics of this unfolding situation.
"Mom," I interrupted, "don't hang up! Hello, Aunty Jaya! How are you? Will Rahul be there?"
"Rahul? Of course, sweetheart," Jaya responded cheerfully. "He wouldn't miss Priya's birthday for anything."
A surge of anger washed over me, a feeling I quickly masked. This bastard Rahul's presence was the last thing I wanted; it was my chance to get to Priya, his girlfriend.
Even if it meant ruining my friendship with him, I wouldn't pass up the chance to be with Priya.
"Tonight," I told myself, my voice a low growl, "tonight, I'm taking her. Fuck you Rahul, I hate you. I hope you go away"
But about my mom. Could her choice of clothing be intentional? Was she actually trying to attract Arjun Sir’s attention, disregarding my father’s reservations?
Was this more than just a simple desire for self-expression? I will find out.
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