15-01-2025, 02:35 PM
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CONTINUATION
I made my way towards where my mother and Arjun sir were seated. I noticed Arjun sir leaning in towards my mother.
My mother kept glancing around nervously, as if checking to see if my father was watching. It looked as if she was telling Arjun Sir not to get closer to her.
As I approached, they both subtly shifted, creating a little more distance between them, their earlier closeness instantly erased.
Arjun sir greeted me with a knowing wink. "Ooh, fellow friend," he said, his voice laced with suggestive amusement. "You enjoyed yourself, huh?"
"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was eventful."
"Where were you Rajeev?" my mother asked, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. She looked at me expectantly.
I was about to say "Priya," but I quickly corrected myself. "I was with Rahul," I said, avoiding the risk of revealing too much. "We were enjoying ice cream outside."
Then I had the idea of taking a picture of both my mom and Arjun Sir. "Mom let me take a photo of you both, you look good". My mom at first was nervous and uncomfortable with the idea.
"What? a...a photo?", my mom asked me. Then Arjun Sir said, "Cmon Sunita, it's just a photo. Let him take one for us to remember this day"
Then my mom didn't want to look rude so she just accepted. I saw Arjun Sir getting really close to my mom and wrapping his right hand over her right shoulder. My mom didn't even smile for the photo.
This is because she felt nervous.
Before I could explain further, my father emerged from behind me. His eyes instantly landed on my mother and Arjun sir, their closeness together but more innocent.
Dear friends, I don't know how my mom all of a sudden decided to sit and talk with Arjun Sir. Was this man so manipulative in this way? But one thing was for sure, my mom sometimes just loves to make friends.
However, she doesn't love making male friends who are always intending to seduce her yet she is married. That is why she was trying to stay far from the pervert and evil Arjun Sir.
All the time when I was fucking Priya, don't know what Arjun Sir and my mom were conversing about. But one thing was for sure that my mom was no interested in him.
My father, bless his trusting soul, didn't know about the flirtation that had taken place moments before. He trusted my mother implicitly.
The idea of her cheating on him never even crossed his mind. He simply didn't see Arjun sir's lust or interest in my mother.
But guess what, my dad somehow is a fool just like my friend Rahul, he doesn't know that my mom cheated him long time ago with Sir Suresh.
And now, most probably, if Arjun Sir succeeds, she will cheat on my dad for the second time.
However, a seed of doubt was planted, even if he wasn’t consciously aware of it.
Arjun sir, with a practiced ease said to my dad, "I believe I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you," he said, extending his hand. "I’m Arjun."
"I’m Sunita’s husband, Arvind" my father responded, his voice firm but friendly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Arjun. I've heard so much about you from my son, Rajeev."
He smiled warmly, his gaze shifting between Arjun and my mother.
I chimed in, eager to support the innocence of Arjun Sir. "Dad, Arjun sir is the one who bought me the new phone! The one I’ve been raving about." I said. My mom also smiled when I said this.
"He's unbelievably generous, isn't he?" , my voice brimming with forced enthusiasm.
I wanted my dad to be reassured by the seemingly innocent gesture, cementing in his mind the idea of Arjun as a generous, friendly acquaintance.
Dear friends, I was a pervert person. I was trying my best to give the impression that Arjun Sir, the pervert man, was like an angel. But deep inside, it was like I was supporting my dad to be cheated on for the second time.
But did my mom already cheat on my dad for the second time when she accepted the gifts from Arjun Sir? Friends, you can answer that for your own selves.
And to my liking, my dad just believed me.
"Really? That’s very kind of you, Arjun," my father said, his gaze softening. He looked at Arjun with a renewed sense of gratitude.
“Thank you for your generosity,” he added. He seemed convinced by my words and the seemingly harmless interaction.
But I, his son, knew better. I knew the true face behind Arjun’s carefully crafted pretence of kindness. He was showing kindness so that he can get my mom, my dad's wife.
My father turned his attention to my mother. "Sunita, how did you meet Arjun?" He asked, his voice still pleasant.
My mother’s hands trembled slightly as she responded. "I… I met him through Rajeev," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The tremor in her voice betrayed her nervousness, a fact that went unnoticed by my seemingly oblivious father.
Arjun sir, however, seemed to notice. His eyes flickered with a glint of something; perhaps satisfaction, perhaps impatience.
Arjun sir turned to my father, his smile warm and engaging. "Enjoying Priya's birthday party?, she is my daughter" he asked. .
His words were designed to foster a sense of fake friendship between himself and my father.
"Yes, it's been a lovely evening, your daughter Priya is such a darling" my father replied. He was genuinely enjoying the party, not knowing the true intentions of why Arjun Sir invited us to this party.
Arjun sir leaned forward, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "Perhaps one day we should arrange a family get-together? It would be nice to get to know each other better." He told my dad.
Arjun Sir subtly glanced at my mother, a silent acknowledgment of their shared understanding.
My father turned to my mother, seeking her opinion. "What do you think, my love?"
My mother, seemingly caught off guard, her silence amplified by the tension in the air.
"I… I think that would be… nice," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
Her words, although agreeing to the suggestion, were laced with an almost palpable anxiety.
Arjun sir, maintaining the amiable façade, turned back to my father. "So, I am a business man, I own a rather large company," he casually mentioned.
"A multi-billion dollar one, in fact.” He said it as if it was an afterthought. He smiled, a deliberate tactic to impress my father.
Both my mother and father were visibly surprised. My mother's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of impressed admiration fleeting across her face.
Dear friends, my mom now understood that why Arjun Sir bought her those very expensive gifts that night. She understood that Arjun Sir owned a multi billion company. Something told me that my mom was quite impressed by him.
My father's eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Woow, you seem like a successful person sir", my father replied.
The subtle shift in dynamics was noticeable, a silent acknowledgment of Arjun’s wealth and the influence that came with it.
I observed Arjun sir looking at my father with a veiled expression of anger.
He wanted my father gone; he craved the moment he could be alone with my mother, to pursue his lust intentions.
After a while, Arjun sir spoke again, his voice smooth and deliberate. "Let me get you both some juice," he offered to my father, his smile almost too friendly.
"And Rajeev, you look like you could use one too. Some apple juice would be perfect."
I replied, "Yes sir, I need one too"
My father said slightly. "I'm fine, really,". But Arjun sir persisted, his charm offensive relentless.
"Cmon Arvind," he insisted. "It's the least I can do. Rajeev, you want some juice, right?" he asked me, turning his attention to me.
Mom told Arjun Sir, "My young kid really loves juice, he loves to eat and drink all the time, you can bring him one, hehehehe"
"Yes, please, dad you can have one too" I said, playing along. The air shifted, and even my father chuckled. "Well, if my son wants juice then I suppose I can't argue," he said good-naturedly.
The four of us laughed, the tension momentarily diffused.
Dear friends, I had a suspicion lingered in my mind. Why was Arjun sir so insistent on getting my father juice?
It felt strangely… calculated. Arjun Sir gave me a wink. "Rajeev, could you give me a hand?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied, already sensing the subtle manipulation at play. I understood that this was a well-calculated move.
Once we were far from my parents, Arjun sir's demeanor shifted. "It’s going well, isn’t it?" he said, his eyes gleaming with a chilling confidence.
"But the party’s almost over," I said. "How will you get Mom alone, with Dad still here?"
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Don’t worry about that. I'll get your mother tonight. You know I love being an evil person and my evil will succeed."
Dear friends, you can now understand that me and Arjun Sir are evil people, we are perverts, we are immoral and all we think about is doing forbidden things.
I don't know why but forbidden things are so good to do. Me and him we just love to fuck girls or women who are not legally ours. I fuck Rahul's girlfriend and Arjun Sir intends to fuck my mom, not legally his wife.
He paused, his eyes lingering on me. "Your mother is so beautiful, Rajeev. I've been wanting her for so long. I must get her tonight, I don't care what happens."
A strange, unsettling thrill ran through me as he spoke.
This wasn't a feeling of disgust; it was something far more filthy and deeply rooted in immorality he had taught in me and I loved it.
He produced four glasses and a bottle of apple juice. He filled two cups. "This is for you and your mother," he said, handing the two to me.
"What about Dad’s juice?" I asked.
"I'll take care of that, don't worry about it" he said, his tone firm.
Dear friends, what was Arjun Sir hiding? Why would he insist on delivering my father's juice himself? Is he about to do something that is so pervert?
I took my juice and my mother's juice and headed toward them, taking a sip of my juice on the way. I gave the drink to my mother.
"Thank you, my son," my mother said, her eyes warm with gratitude.
"Arjun sir will bring your juice, Dad," I told my father.
"Alright," my father replied, his gaze fixed on the conversations with my mom.
I placed my empty cup on the table. "Mom, I'm going to the washroom," I announced.
"Don't take too long, dear. The party's winding down, and people are leaving," my mother replied.
"I won’t," I said, trying to sound casual.
Then from the corner of my eye, I saw Arjun Sir secretly removing a small sachet from his pocket. It was white, and I could make out a powdery substance inside.
What was that? I asked myself. Arjun Sir looked around cautiously, checking if my father was watching, before expertly pouring the white substance into my father's glass.
I didn't care what Arjun Sir was doing. I was a pervert, an immoral boy—a product of Arjun sir's immoral teachings.
I watched, with a sickening fascination, as he took the glass to my dad.
Then, he handed the glass to my father, a smile playing on his lips.
The three of them sat down. I went to the washroom, then came back and stood myself at a distance, carefully observing their interactions.
I saw Arjun sir look at my father, waiting for him to take a sip of the evil juice.
My father, engaged in conversation with my mother and Arjun, hadn't touched his drink yet.
Arjun sir, impatient, made some gestures urging my father to drink. Finally, my father picked up his glass and took a sip.
I watched Arjun sir, a cruel smile plastered on his face, encouraging him to drink more.
My mother was completely unaware of what was happening.
And I, equally disturbingly, found myself smiling along. I was excited, even though I knew something naughty.
I joined my mother, father, and Arjun sir at a table near the end of the party. My dad looked pale, his skin clammy with perspiration. He was dabbing his forehead with a tissue due to sweating.
"Baby, are you alright?" Mom asked Dad, her voice laced with concern.
"I don't feel so good," Dad replied, his voice weaker than usual. "I have a terrible headache, and my stomach… it feels really strange. It's making me feel weak and dizzy. I don't know why this is so sudden"
"What's wrong explain to me, honey?" Mom pressed, her voice now edged with alarm. "Tell me exactly what’s happening. You don’t look well at all.”
She was clearly worried and concerned.
Dear friends, something tells met that whatever Arjun Sir added to my dad's drink was making my dad feel unwell. Remember friends, this was the same tactic used by Sir Suresh earlier. Did Sir Suresh learn this habit from Arjun Sir?
Because Arjun Sir seems an expert in this schemes and deception of evil.
"I don't know," Dad admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "It's like… a burning feeling, a sharp pain that comes and goes. It's really uncomfortable, and I feel quite nauseous. I'm also sweating a great deal."
He doubled over slightly, his hand instinctively moving to his abdomen.
Arjun sir, rather than directly asking about Dad's condition, offered a seemingly casual suggestion. "Perhaps you should finish your drink," he said smoothly, gesturing towards Dad's glass with a subtle.
Dear friends, I didn't believe what Arjun Sir told my dad. He was actually encouraging my dad to finish the drink which he (Arjun Sir) spiked it with white powder. He wanted my dad to finish the drink so that it could take full effect.
OOhhh this Arjun Sir is really a pervert. Doing all this just to get my mom for the night.
"It might settle your stomach. The apple juice; perhaps it might soothe the discomfort." His words carried a hidden agenda.
Dad listened to Arjun Sir and he took the glass and completely drank it all. He then grimaced, the pain clearly intensifying. "My stomach hurts," he groaned, his voice strained.
"It's a really bad pain, and it's spreading. It feels like it's twisting and burning. But I will handle it" He was struggling to control his discomfort.
Mom sprang to her feet, her concern overriding any lingering hesitation. "Oh, honey, this isn't right," she exclaimed, her voice rising with alarm. "You need to see a doctor immediately. This is far too much pain; you need help."
She didn't know that the person who is making her husband unwell is just next to her, Arjun Sir, the good pervert, my role model.
Arjun sir, however, placed a hand on mom's arm, gently but firmly restraining her. "Sunita, relax," he said calmly, his voice smooth and soothing.
"Let him rest for a moment. Let’s not overreact. It might just be a minor stomach upset. Just take it easy."
Mom hesitated, her worry evident in the trembling of her hands. "Will he be fine?", mom asked Arjun Sir. "Yes, this is normal, he will just be fine", he said.
"Dad, does this feel like that time you were sick a month ago?" I asked, a growing suspicion forming in my mind.
"Yes," Dad groaned, his voice laced with pain. "It's exactly the same… only… worse. Much worse this time." He was clearly in significant distress.
Arjun sir, sensing the changing dynamics of the situation, stood up abruptly. "Let's get this resolved promptly," he declared. "How exactly are you feeling now? Can you describe it in more detail? Be precise."
His tone was authoritative, almost demanding, he was pretending to be helpful but he had other sinister agenda.
"It’s a burning, twisting pain," Dad said, his voice strained and weak. "It’s spreading from my stomach to my chest. I feel intensely nauseous and I’m sweating profusely. I feel dizzy and weak as well. I’m losing strength."
His face was pale, his eyes clouded with pain.
"We need to get you to a hospital," Arjun sir declared authoritatively. "Immediately. This situation needs immediate attention. There’s no time to waste."
His words, however, sounded more like orders than concern, a thinly veiled attempt to control my dad. He looked at me and he winked.
Dad, who had always held Arjun sir in high regard due to his wealth and influential status, looked uncertain.
"Are you sure, Arjun? Is it really necessary? Perhaps it’s not that serious." My dad said, his concern was less about his immediate health and more about the practical implications of seeking immediate medical assistance.
"Absolutely," Arjun insisted, his voice firm and unwavering. "It's crucial that we act swiftly. Delaying could have serious consequences. This requires immediate medical attention." Arjun Sir was hiding his true motives.
Dear friends, Arjun Sir's true motive was to get my dad away and finally fuck my mom and by the look of things, his plans were going good.
Mom, her worry escalating, spoke urgently. "He's been feeling unwell for a couple of weeks now," she explained, her voice edged with anxiety. "I thought he was just tired, but this... this is far worse than anything before."
My suspicion solidified. Dad's sudden, severe illness wasn't a coincidence; it was directly linked to what Arjun sir had done earlier. There was no other explanation.
"We have to take him to the hospital, now!" Mom declared, panic rising in her voice. She stood abruptly, her face pale and her hands trembling. "This is simply too much; he needs immediate medical attention. We can't wait any longer."
"Your wife is absolutely correct," Arjun sir stated smoothly, maintaining his composure, while subtly moving closer to my mother. "We need to get him to a hospital immediately. There is no time to waste. This is a medical emergency."
Dear friends, this man Arjun Sir was really determined tonight to have my mom all on his own. But will he succeed? The way things are going, I think he will.
Arjun sir, feigning concern, helped Dad to his feet, supporting him as he stood shakily. "Let's get you to the car," he said.
"Where are you taking him?" Mom asked, her voice filled with anxiety, yet her trust in Arjun still held her back.
"To the hospital, of course," Arjun replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'll drive. My Rolls Royce is the fastest way. We need to get him there as quickly as possible."
His words were designed to appear helpful, but his true intentions were masked by a veneer of concern.
Dear friends, knew, with absolute certainty, that Arjun sir's plan was unfolding flawlessly. He was systematically removing my father from the situation, creating the perfect opportunity to be alone with my mother.
His carefully constructed façade of concern was beginning to unravel, revealing a sinister agenda beneath the surface.
Dad, still in considerable pain, turned to Mom. "Come with us, baby," he mumbled, his voice weak and strained.
Mom grabbed her purse, her movements hurried and anxious, yet she seemed strangely subdued, almost paralyzed by a mix of fear and trust in Arjun sir's apparent concern.
Dear friends, this was a calculated move by Arjun Sir to create an impression on my mom that he is a good man after all. Even if he seduced her and bought her panties and bra as a gift, he is a good man.
But in reality, Arjun Sir was a pervert, he couldn't stand the sight of seeing my mom and dad together. He wanted to break he bond of my mom and dad. He is a family breaker. He loves forbidden things.
My mom and dad were married for over 23 years and Arjun Sir was just about to break that bond in just a few hours.
We all moved towards the exit, the celebratory atmosphere of the party now a distant memory, replaced by a palpable sense of urgency and fear.
Most people inside the party were not really concerned because we didn't create a scene. Arjun Sir kept the situation just normal.
Arjun sir handed me his car keys to open his car.
We left the party. Arjun sir unlocked his Rolls Royce. He helped my father into the car. Mom and I got in the back seat.
"It'll be alright, honey," Mom said, holding Dad's hand. She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Everything will be alright, I promise. Just try to relax."
"Darling, don't worry, it is fine, just a simple headache and stomach upset," Dad whispered while smiling at mom., his breath shallow.
"But, I don't know what's wrong with me. This pain... it's unbearable. It's twisting and burning." He shuddered, his body trembling slightly.
Arjun sir started the car. "Sunita, try to relax," he said calmly holding her hand. "Everything will be fine. He'll receive excellent care at the hospital. The best doctors will be taking care of him."
He tried to convey a sense of reassurance but his plans were halfway successful. The plan to have my mom with him on the bed.
"Believe me, everything is going to be just fine, Sunita. Don't you worry about a thing. Just focus on remaining calm and composed. Everything will be fine."
Mom was still visibly agitated. "This pain... it's been getting worse for weeks," she said, her voice tight with worry. "I thought he was just tired, but this is... this is so much worse than before." My dad just smiled at how worried she is.
Perhaps, this showed my dad that my mom really loves him so much. But dad doesn't know that my mom who loves him so much is also being wanted and chased by the person sitting next to him, Arjun Sir.
Her voice was filled with self-reproach and concern. "What if something serious has already developed? Oh, what am I going to do?" she said.
Arjun sir nodded calmly. "I know, Sunita. That's precisely why we need to get him to the hospital right away. Let the doctors thoroughly assess his condition and provide him with the best possible treatment."
My dad then said to Arjun Sir, "Leave her, she is just always worried about nothing, heheeh"
This made Arjun Sir to also laugh. My mom playfully slapped my dad on the shoulder.
We arrived at the hospital. The emergency room was busy. Arjun sir helped Dad out of the car. He was pale and weak. A nurse rushed to assist.
"Sir, what's wrong?" the nurse asked, efficiently assessing Dad. "Tell me exactly what is happening, and try to be as precise as possible."
"Severe stomach pain," Dad groaned, his voice weak. "It started earlier, a burning pain spreading to my chest. I’m nauseous, dizzy, sweating profusely. It’s getting much worse."
His breathing was becoming labored.
"I understand, sir," the nurse said, calmly checking his pulse. "We’ll get you checked out immediately. Please try to remain calm and breathe deeply. We will give you something for the pain as soon as we can get you into a cubicle."
Mom, beside herself, held Dad's hand tightly. "It's alright, honey," she whispered. "We're here now. The doctors will help you. Everything will be fine, I promise."
A doctor came and assessed dad while we were in the ward.
"Does this hurt?" the doctor asked, pressing gently. "Describe the pain. It’s important that you provide as much detail as possible regarding its nature, its intensity, and where you feel it."
Dad started saying, "Sharp, then dull… like burning, twisting… It comes and goes but is getting steadily worse. It's almost unbearable; I’m in so much pain." His words were laced with pain.
"I see," the doctor said, making notes. "We must run additional tests." He spoke calmly, his words conveying professionalism, reassuring my mother somewhat. "We need to investigate thoroughly so we can get to the root of the problem."
"What should we do?" Mom asked, her voice edged with desperate hope. "What’s going on? What is the problem?"
"It's too early to say for certain," the doctor said. "But we need to run the tests and keep him for observation overnight. It’s essential that we monitor his condition to rule out the possibility of more serious conditions."
"Overnight?" Mom cried. "But... he needs to go home." She was clearly distressed. "I don’t understand why this is necessary, it feels so wrong. I don’t want to leave him here alone."
Arjun sir put a hand on Mom's arm. "Sunita, the doctor is right," he said quietly, yet his voice carried a strangely authoritative tone.
"He needs proper care and monitoring. He’ll be in the best possible hands here. It’s crucial that he receive proper medical care. Everything will be alright. Just have faith that they’ll provide the best possible care for him. Trust me, they’ll take care of him."
By now, I knew that Arjun Sir, the pervert, was now 95% succeed in his mission. I also told mom that we should listen to the doctor. Then Arjun Sir held my mom and sat with her down. He was hugging her and my mom slightly hugged him.
He was comforting her and mom had to listen to him. I saw Arjun sir wink at me. Then he told my mom, "Sunita, let me take you to your home, it's pretty late"....................................
I made my way towards where my mother and Arjun sir were seated. I noticed Arjun sir leaning in towards my mother.
My mother kept glancing around nervously, as if checking to see if my father was watching. It looked as if she was telling Arjun Sir not to get closer to her.
As I approached, they both subtly shifted, creating a little more distance between them, their earlier closeness instantly erased.
Arjun sir greeted me with a knowing wink. "Ooh, fellow friend," he said, his voice laced with suggestive amusement. "You enjoyed yourself, huh?"
"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was eventful."
"Where were you Rajeev?" my mother asked, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. She looked at me expectantly.
I was about to say "Priya," but I quickly corrected myself. "I was with Rahul," I said, avoiding the risk of revealing too much. "We were enjoying ice cream outside."
Then I had the idea of taking a picture of both my mom and Arjun Sir. "Mom let me take a photo of you both, you look good". My mom at first was nervous and uncomfortable with the idea.
"What? a...a photo?", my mom asked me. Then Arjun Sir said, "Cmon Sunita, it's just a photo. Let him take one for us to remember this day"
Then my mom didn't want to look rude so she just accepted. I saw Arjun Sir getting really close to my mom and wrapping his right hand over her right shoulder. My mom didn't even smile for the photo.
This is because she felt nervous.
Before I could explain further, my father emerged from behind me. His eyes instantly landed on my mother and Arjun sir, their closeness together but more innocent.
Dear friends, I don't know how my mom all of a sudden decided to sit and talk with Arjun Sir. Was this man so manipulative in this way? But one thing was for sure, my mom sometimes just loves to make friends.
However, she doesn't love making male friends who are always intending to seduce her yet she is married. That is why she was trying to stay far from the pervert and evil Arjun Sir.
All the time when I was fucking Priya, don't know what Arjun Sir and my mom were conversing about. But one thing was for sure that my mom was no interested in him.
My father, bless his trusting soul, didn't know about the flirtation that had taken place moments before. He trusted my mother implicitly.
The idea of her cheating on him never even crossed his mind. He simply didn't see Arjun sir's lust or interest in my mother.
But guess what, my dad somehow is a fool just like my friend Rahul, he doesn't know that my mom cheated him long time ago with Sir Suresh.
And now, most probably, if Arjun Sir succeeds, she will cheat on my dad for the second time.
However, a seed of doubt was planted, even if he wasn’t consciously aware of it.
Arjun sir, with a practiced ease said to my dad, "I believe I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you," he said, extending his hand. "I’m Arjun."
"I’m Sunita’s husband, Arvind" my father responded, his voice firm but friendly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Arjun. I've heard so much about you from my son, Rajeev."
He smiled warmly, his gaze shifting between Arjun and my mother.
I chimed in, eager to support the innocence of Arjun Sir. "Dad, Arjun sir is the one who bought me the new phone! The one I’ve been raving about." I said. My mom also smiled when I said this.
"He's unbelievably generous, isn't he?" , my voice brimming with forced enthusiasm.
I wanted my dad to be reassured by the seemingly innocent gesture, cementing in his mind the idea of Arjun as a generous, friendly acquaintance.
Dear friends, I was a pervert person. I was trying my best to give the impression that Arjun Sir, the pervert man, was like an angel. But deep inside, it was like I was supporting my dad to be cheated on for the second time.
But did my mom already cheat on my dad for the second time when she accepted the gifts from Arjun Sir? Friends, you can answer that for your own selves.
And to my liking, my dad just believed me.
"Really? That’s very kind of you, Arjun," my father said, his gaze softening. He looked at Arjun with a renewed sense of gratitude.
“Thank you for your generosity,” he added. He seemed convinced by my words and the seemingly harmless interaction.
But I, his son, knew better. I knew the true face behind Arjun’s carefully crafted pretence of kindness. He was showing kindness so that he can get my mom, my dad's wife.
My father turned his attention to my mother. "Sunita, how did you meet Arjun?" He asked, his voice still pleasant.
My mother’s hands trembled slightly as she responded. "I… I met him through Rajeev," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The tremor in her voice betrayed her nervousness, a fact that went unnoticed by my seemingly oblivious father.
Arjun sir, however, seemed to notice. His eyes flickered with a glint of something; perhaps satisfaction, perhaps impatience.
Arjun sir turned to my father, his smile warm and engaging. "Enjoying Priya's birthday party?, she is my daughter" he asked. .
His words were designed to foster a sense of fake friendship between himself and my father.
"Yes, it's been a lovely evening, your daughter Priya is such a darling" my father replied. He was genuinely enjoying the party, not knowing the true intentions of why Arjun Sir invited us to this party.
Arjun sir leaned forward, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "Perhaps one day we should arrange a family get-together? It would be nice to get to know each other better." He told my dad.
Arjun Sir subtly glanced at my mother, a silent acknowledgment of their shared understanding.
My father turned to my mother, seeking her opinion. "What do you think, my love?"
My mother, seemingly caught off guard, her silence amplified by the tension in the air.
"I… I think that would be… nice," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
Her words, although agreeing to the suggestion, were laced with an almost palpable anxiety.
Arjun sir, maintaining the amiable façade, turned back to my father. "So, I am a business man, I own a rather large company," he casually mentioned.
"A multi-billion dollar one, in fact.” He said it as if it was an afterthought. He smiled, a deliberate tactic to impress my father.
Both my mother and father were visibly surprised. My mother's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of impressed admiration fleeting across her face.
Dear friends, my mom now understood that why Arjun Sir bought her those very expensive gifts that night. She understood that Arjun Sir owned a multi billion company. Something told me that my mom was quite impressed by him.
My father's eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Woow, you seem like a successful person sir", my father replied.
The subtle shift in dynamics was noticeable, a silent acknowledgment of Arjun’s wealth and the influence that came with it.
I observed Arjun sir looking at my father with a veiled expression of anger.
He wanted my father gone; he craved the moment he could be alone with my mother, to pursue his lust intentions.
After a while, Arjun sir spoke again, his voice smooth and deliberate. "Let me get you both some juice," he offered to my father, his smile almost too friendly.
"And Rajeev, you look like you could use one too. Some apple juice would be perfect."
I replied, "Yes sir, I need one too"
My father said slightly. "I'm fine, really,". But Arjun sir persisted, his charm offensive relentless.
"Cmon Arvind," he insisted. "It's the least I can do. Rajeev, you want some juice, right?" he asked me, turning his attention to me.
Mom told Arjun Sir, "My young kid really loves juice, he loves to eat and drink all the time, you can bring him one, hehehehe"
"Yes, please, dad you can have one too" I said, playing along. The air shifted, and even my father chuckled. "Well, if my son wants juice then I suppose I can't argue," he said good-naturedly.
The four of us laughed, the tension momentarily diffused.
Dear friends, I had a suspicion lingered in my mind. Why was Arjun sir so insistent on getting my father juice?
It felt strangely… calculated. Arjun Sir gave me a wink. "Rajeev, could you give me a hand?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied, already sensing the subtle manipulation at play. I understood that this was a well-calculated move.
Once we were far from my parents, Arjun sir's demeanor shifted. "It’s going well, isn’t it?" he said, his eyes gleaming with a chilling confidence.
"But the party’s almost over," I said. "How will you get Mom alone, with Dad still here?"
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Don’t worry about that. I'll get your mother tonight. You know I love being an evil person and my evil will succeed."
Dear friends, you can now understand that me and Arjun Sir are evil people, we are perverts, we are immoral and all we think about is doing forbidden things.
I don't know why but forbidden things are so good to do. Me and him we just love to fuck girls or women who are not legally ours. I fuck Rahul's girlfriend and Arjun Sir intends to fuck my mom, not legally his wife.
He paused, his eyes lingering on me. "Your mother is so beautiful, Rajeev. I've been wanting her for so long. I must get her tonight, I don't care what happens."
A strange, unsettling thrill ran through me as he spoke.
This wasn't a feeling of disgust; it was something far more filthy and deeply rooted in immorality he had taught in me and I loved it.
He produced four glasses and a bottle of apple juice. He filled two cups. "This is for you and your mother," he said, handing the two to me.
"What about Dad’s juice?" I asked.
"I'll take care of that, don't worry about it" he said, his tone firm.
Dear friends, what was Arjun Sir hiding? Why would he insist on delivering my father's juice himself? Is he about to do something that is so pervert?
I took my juice and my mother's juice and headed toward them, taking a sip of my juice on the way. I gave the drink to my mother.
"Thank you, my son," my mother said, her eyes warm with gratitude.
"Arjun sir will bring your juice, Dad," I told my father.
"Alright," my father replied, his gaze fixed on the conversations with my mom.
I placed my empty cup on the table. "Mom, I'm going to the washroom," I announced.
"Don't take too long, dear. The party's winding down, and people are leaving," my mother replied.
"I won’t," I said, trying to sound casual.
Then from the corner of my eye, I saw Arjun Sir secretly removing a small sachet from his pocket. It was white, and I could make out a powdery substance inside.
What was that? I asked myself. Arjun Sir looked around cautiously, checking if my father was watching, before expertly pouring the white substance into my father's glass.
I didn't care what Arjun Sir was doing. I was a pervert, an immoral boy—a product of Arjun sir's immoral teachings.
I watched, with a sickening fascination, as he took the glass to my dad.
Then, he handed the glass to my father, a smile playing on his lips.
The three of them sat down. I went to the washroom, then came back and stood myself at a distance, carefully observing their interactions.
I saw Arjun sir look at my father, waiting for him to take a sip of the evil juice.
My father, engaged in conversation with my mother and Arjun, hadn't touched his drink yet.
Arjun sir, impatient, made some gestures urging my father to drink. Finally, my father picked up his glass and took a sip.
I watched Arjun sir, a cruel smile plastered on his face, encouraging him to drink more.
My mother was completely unaware of what was happening.
And I, equally disturbingly, found myself smiling along. I was excited, even though I knew something naughty.
I joined my mother, father, and Arjun sir at a table near the end of the party. My dad looked pale, his skin clammy with perspiration. He was dabbing his forehead with a tissue due to sweating.
"Baby, are you alright?" Mom asked Dad, her voice laced with concern.
"I don't feel so good," Dad replied, his voice weaker than usual. "I have a terrible headache, and my stomach… it feels really strange. It's making me feel weak and dizzy. I don't know why this is so sudden"
"What's wrong explain to me, honey?" Mom pressed, her voice now edged with alarm. "Tell me exactly what’s happening. You don’t look well at all.”
She was clearly worried and concerned.
Dear friends, something tells met that whatever Arjun Sir added to my dad's drink was making my dad feel unwell. Remember friends, this was the same tactic used by Sir Suresh earlier. Did Sir Suresh learn this habit from Arjun Sir?
Because Arjun Sir seems an expert in this schemes and deception of evil.
"I don't know," Dad admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "It's like… a burning feeling, a sharp pain that comes and goes. It's really uncomfortable, and I feel quite nauseous. I'm also sweating a great deal."
He doubled over slightly, his hand instinctively moving to his abdomen.
Arjun sir, rather than directly asking about Dad's condition, offered a seemingly casual suggestion. "Perhaps you should finish your drink," he said smoothly, gesturing towards Dad's glass with a subtle.
Dear friends, I didn't believe what Arjun Sir told my dad. He was actually encouraging my dad to finish the drink which he (Arjun Sir) spiked it with white powder. He wanted my dad to finish the drink so that it could take full effect.
OOhhh this Arjun Sir is really a pervert. Doing all this just to get my mom for the night.
"It might settle your stomach. The apple juice; perhaps it might soothe the discomfort." His words carried a hidden agenda.
Dad listened to Arjun Sir and he took the glass and completely drank it all. He then grimaced, the pain clearly intensifying. "My stomach hurts," he groaned, his voice strained.
"It's a really bad pain, and it's spreading. It feels like it's twisting and burning. But I will handle it" He was struggling to control his discomfort.
Mom sprang to her feet, her concern overriding any lingering hesitation. "Oh, honey, this isn't right," she exclaimed, her voice rising with alarm. "You need to see a doctor immediately. This is far too much pain; you need help."
She didn't know that the person who is making her husband unwell is just next to her, Arjun Sir, the good pervert, my role model.
Arjun sir, however, placed a hand on mom's arm, gently but firmly restraining her. "Sunita, relax," he said calmly, his voice smooth and soothing.
"Let him rest for a moment. Let’s not overreact. It might just be a minor stomach upset. Just take it easy."
Mom hesitated, her worry evident in the trembling of her hands. "Will he be fine?", mom asked Arjun Sir. "Yes, this is normal, he will just be fine", he said.
"Dad, does this feel like that time you were sick a month ago?" I asked, a growing suspicion forming in my mind.
"Yes," Dad groaned, his voice laced with pain. "It's exactly the same… only… worse. Much worse this time." He was clearly in significant distress.
Arjun sir, sensing the changing dynamics of the situation, stood up abruptly. "Let's get this resolved promptly," he declared. "How exactly are you feeling now? Can you describe it in more detail? Be precise."
His tone was authoritative, almost demanding, he was pretending to be helpful but he had other sinister agenda.
"It’s a burning, twisting pain," Dad said, his voice strained and weak. "It’s spreading from my stomach to my chest. I feel intensely nauseous and I’m sweating profusely. I feel dizzy and weak as well. I’m losing strength."
His face was pale, his eyes clouded with pain.
"We need to get you to a hospital," Arjun sir declared authoritatively. "Immediately. This situation needs immediate attention. There’s no time to waste."
His words, however, sounded more like orders than concern, a thinly veiled attempt to control my dad. He looked at me and he winked.
Dad, who had always held Arjun sir in high regard due to his wealth and influential status, looked uncertain.
"Are you sure, Arjun? Is it really necessary? Perhaps it’s not that serious." My dad said, his concern was less about his immediate health and more about the practical implications of seeking immediate medical assistance.
"Absolutely," Arjun insisted, his voice firm and unwavering. "It's crucial that we act swiftly. Delaying could have serious consequences. This requires immediate medical attention." Arjun Sir was hiding his true motives.
Dear friends, Arjun Sir's true motive was to get my dad away and finally fuck my mom and by the look of things, his plans were going good.
Mom, her worry escalating, spoke urgently. "He's been feeling unwell for a couple of weeks now," she explained, her voice edged with anxiety. "I thought he was just tired, but this... this is far worse than anything before."
My suspicion solidified. Dad's sudden, severe illness wasn't a coincidence; it was directly linked to what Arjun sir had done earlier. There was no other explanation.
"We have to take him to the hospital, now!" Mom declared, panic rising in her voice. She stood abruptly, her face pale and her hands trembling. "This is simply too much; he needs immediate medical attention. We can't wait any longer."
"Your wife is absolutely correct," Arjun sir stated smoothly, maintaining his composure, while subtly moving closer to my mother. "We need to get him to a hospital immediately. There is no time to waste. This is a medical emergency."
Dear friends, this man Arjun Sir was really determined tonight to have my mom all on his own. But will he succeed? The way things are going, I think he will.
Arjun sir, feigning concern, helped Dad to his feet, supporting him as he stood shakily. "Let's get you to the car," he said.
"Where are you taking him?" Mom asked, her voice filled with anxiety, yet her trust in Arjun still held her back.
"To the hospital, of course," Arjun replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'll drive. My Rolls Royce is the fastest way. We need to get him there as quickly as possible."
His words were designed to appear helpful, but his true intentions were masked by a veneer of concern.
Dear friends, knew, with absolute certainty, that Arjun sir's plan was unfolding flawlessly. He was systematically removing my father from the situation, creating the perfect opportunity to be alone with my mother.
His carefully constructed façade of concern was beginning to unravel, revealing a sinister agenda beneath the surface.
Dad, still in considerable pain, turned to Mom. "Come with us, baby," he mumbled, his voice weak and strained.
Mom grabbed her purse, her movements hurried and anxious, yet she seemed strangely subdued, almost paralyzed by a mix of fear and trust in Arjun sir's apparent concern.
Dear friends, this was a calculated move by Arjun Sir to create an impression on my mom that he is a good man after all. Even if he seduced her and bought her panties and bra as a gift, he is a good man.
But in reality, Arjun Sir was a pervert, he couldn't stand the sight of seeing my mom and dad together. He wanted to break he bond of my mom and dad. He is a family breaker. He loves forbidden things.
My mom and dad were married for over 23 years and Arjun Sir was just about to break that bond in just a few hours.
We all moved towards the exit, the celebratory atmosphere of the party now a distant memory, replaced by a palpable sense of urgency and fear.
Most people inside the party were not really concerned because we didn't create a scene. Arjun Sir kept the situation just normal.
Arjun sir handed me his car keys to open his car.
We left the party. Arjun sir unlocked his Rolls Royce. He helped my father into the car. Mom and I got in the back seat.
"It'll be alright, honey," Mom said, holding Dad's hand. She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Everything will be alright, I promise. Just try to relax."
"Darling, don't worry, it is fine, just a simple headache and stomach upset," Dad whispered while smiling at mom., his breath shallow.
"But, I don't know what's wrong with me. This pain... it's unbearable. It's twisting and burning." He shuddered, his body trembling slightly.
Arjun sir started the car. "Sunita, try to relax," he said calmly holding her hand. "Everything will be fine. He'll receive excellent care at the hospital. The best doctors will be taking care of him."
He tried to convey a sense of reassurance but his plans were halfway successful. The plan to have my mom with him on the bed.
"Believe me, everything is going to be just fine, Sunita. Don't you worry about a thing. Just focus on remaining calm and composed. Everything will be fine."
Mom was still visibly agitated. "This pain... it's been getting worse for weeks," she said, her voice tight with worry. "I thought he was just tired, but this is... this is so much worse than before." My dad just smiled at how worried she is.
Perhaps, this showed my dad that my mom really loves him so much. But dad doesn't know that my mom who loves him so much is also being wanted and chased by the person sitting next to him, Arjun Sir.
Her voice was filled with self-reproach and concern. "What if something serious has already developed? Oh, what am I going to do?" she said.
Arjun sir nodded calmly. "I know, Sunita. That's precisely why we need to get him to the hospital right away. Let the doctors thoroughly assess his condition and provide him with the best possible treatment."
My dad then said to Arjun Sir, "Leave her, she is just always worried about nothing, heheeh"
This made Arjun Sir to also laugh. My mom playfully slapped my dad on the shoulder.
We arrived at the hospital. The emergency room was busy. Arjun sir helped Dad out of the car. He was pale and weak. A nurse rushed to assist.
"Sir, what's wrong?" the nurse asked, efficiently assessing Dad. "Tell me exactly what is happening, and try to be as precise as possible."
"Severe stomach pain," Dad groaned, his voice weak. "It started earlier, a burning pain spreading to my chest. I’m nauseous, dizzy, sweating profusely. It’s getting much worse."
His breathing was becoming labored.
"I understand, sir," the nurse said, calmly checking his pulse. "We’ll get you checked out immediately. Please try to remain calm and breathe deeply. We will give you something for the pain as soon as we can get you into a cubicle."
Mom, beside herself, held Dad's hand tightly. "It's alright, honey," she whispered. "We're here now. The doctors will help you. Everything will be fine, I promise."
A doctor came and assessed dad while we were in the ward.
"Does this hurt?" the doctor asked, pressing gently. "Describe the pain. It’s important that you provide as much detail as possible regarding its nature, its intensity, and where you feel it."
Dad started saying, "Sharp, then dull… like burning, twisting… It comes and goes but is getting steadily worse. It's almost unbearable; I’m in so much pain." His words were laced with pain.
"I see," the doctor said, making notes. "We must run additional tests." He spoke calmly, his words conveying professionalism, reassuring my mother somewhat. "We need to investigate thoroughly so we can get to the root of the problem."
"What should we do?" Mom asked, her voice edged with desperate hope. "What’s going on? What is the problem?"
"It's too early to say for certain," the doctor said. "But we need to run the tests and keep him for observation overnight. It’s essential that we monitor his condition to rule out the possibility of more serious conditions."
"Overnight?" Mom cried. "But... he needs to go home." She was clearly distressed. "I don’t understand why this is necessary, it feels so wrong. I don’t want to leave him here alone."
Arjun sir put a hand on Mom's arm. "Sunita, the doctor is right," he said quietly, yet his voice carried a strangely authoritative tone.
"He needs proper care and monitoring. He’ll be in the best possible hands here. It’s crucial that he receive proper medical care. Everything will be alright. Just have faith that they’ll provide the best possible care for him. Trust me, they’ll take care of him."
By now, I knew that Arjun Sir, the pervert, was now 95% succeed in his mission. I also told mom that we should listen to the doctor. Then Arjun Sir held my mom and sat with her down. He was hugging her and my mom slightly hugged him.
He was comforting her and mom had to listen to him. I saw Arjun sir wink at me. Then he told my mom, "Sunita, let me take you to your home, it's pretty late"....................................
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