04-05-2025, 10:28 AM
Update 19
After Supriya left home to meet her friends, Nandita had her lunch and finished her household chores. She was relaxing in her room while watching some television. Her mind was elsewhere. She was a bit worried about Supriya. She has been acting so differently lately. How can someone change so drastically in a week? Supriya was always a studious and serious girl who spent most of her time either studying or reading books and on the internet. A girl who used to change her DP and status at least 5 times a day had not changed her status in the last 8 days... that’s indeed very strange, totally unlike normal Supriya.
I kept wondering has she met someone special, as she keeps going out in the afternoons. She keeps smiling for no reason when she is alone and has that dreamy look in her eyes. Is she old enough to have a boyfriend? Of course she is, she is 18 and if she is old enough to vote, I am sure she will pick a nice boy as her boyfriend.
Her mind drifted back to her own college days. Thinking about her first love Rajat, she still remembered her secret dates with Rajat, behind her college, sometimes in cinema theaters, those exchanges of love letters written with so much love. Those were the days. Nowadays youngsters have forgotten the charm of writing secret love letters in the age of social media.
Unfortunately, these secret love letters changed her life completely. From the time when my parents found out about the love letters to forcing me to quit my studies till I was pressurized to marry my father’s friend’s son, my life changed so dramatically in a few months. No one seemed to care about my feelings. I had decided then that I will respect my children and trust their decision unlike my parents.
Sudipto, my husband, was more interested in climbing up the corporate ladder. He never cared about me. As he reached the top of the corporate ladder, he found someone else. In the beginning I thought it was just a fling with a younger girl. But I was wrong. They soon started living together in a flat in south Mumbai. He started spending lesser and lesser time with us. And 2 years back he asked for a divorce as he wanted to marry his girlfriend. Since Supriya was young, we had mutually decided once she turned 18 we will file for a divorce, till then he agreed to spend a day or two with us to keep the façade of the marriage alive for Supriya’s sake. Time had come to reveal the truth to Supriya. Sudipto and I planned to talk about our separation with Supriya this Sunday. I am sure she is mature enough to understand and accept it.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the phone. I looked at my phone, Anju’s name was flashing. I wondered what does that bitch wants now. I accepted the call.
Me: Hello
Anju: Hello Nandita, how are you today?
Me: I am fine, thanks. How are you?
Anju: I am fine too. Nandita, can you do me a favor?
Me: (started getting irritated) Favor? What favor?
Anju: I cannot tell you on phone. Can you come to my flat?
Me: What is it Anju?
Anju: Please, I have to show you something. Trust me it’s very important.
Me: Fine. I will be there in 30 minutes, is that ok?
Anju: No problem. I am waiting for you.
I kept wondering, why does this woman want to meet me? The more I try to keep a distance away from her, the friendlier she tries to be with me. Anju had a very bad name among the building ladies. I have heard stories about her being seen in different malls and restaurants with different men each time. I knew these stories were true because I had seen her once too in a shopping mall in the arms of a much older man. All the building ladies couldn’t stand Anju. Every time the building ladies met, we ended up gossiping about Anju. Mrs. Gupta, the building secretary’s wife hated Anju and had the choicest of abuses for her.
But sometimes I used to wonder, who is leading a better life, is it Anju or me. She was leading a carefree life, living on her own terms not caring what the world thinks of her, wearing glamorous outfits, parties, traveling and enjoying life. While I am busy putting on an act of a happy marriage for the society and leading the same mundane life every day. I can’t even remember the last time I had sex. Maybe 5 years back, is she leading a better life than Anju, guess not. The difference between us was that I decided to compromise with the situation, suppressing my sexual needs, my happiness, my desires to look good to the society whereas Anju decided to do the opposite, exploring her sexuality, her desires. Maybe deep down I envied Anju.
I grudgingly got up from my bed and changed into a comfortable salwar kameez and headed towards Anju flat which was on the second floor. I ringed her doorbell and after a couple of bells Anju opened the door.
Anju: Hey Nandita, come in, I was waiting for you.
I noticed she was all decked up, wearing a lovely shimmery pink saree and a sleeveless blouse with strings on the back showing her bare back. She was also wearing some exquisite jewelry and her makeup was done with lot of taste.
Me: Going out somewhere?
Anju: Yeah I am. I am leaving in sometime. Sit down. I will get you some coffee.
Me: It’s okay Anju, I just had my coffee. (I lied)
Anju: Have one more cup with me, maybe you will need one.
I was sitting in her living room with a puzzled look on my face, why did she say I would need a coffee. She soon came back with 2 mugs of coffee.
Me: You wanted some favor from me?
Anju: Yeah I did. I will tell you. Have the coffee first.
We both sat back, sipping our coffee, an awkward silence in the room. Just then Anju’s phone bell rang. She answered the phone moving towards the other side of the room. I heard her say…
Anju: Hello Dolly madam….. Yes, I will be there at the hotel by 5.30pm…. Yes…….. I understand…….. Yes madam…… she will be there too….. she will 100%.... okay…. Bye.
I looked at the watch it was 4.15pm. I was confused, if she had to reach somewhere by 5.30pm, why did she call me here… Anju went into her bedroom and came back with her laptop. She sat next to me and switched on her laptop.
Anju: Nandita, let me be very honest with you. You know I am not a typical housewife. I can never be one. Even the thought of being home day after just cooking, dusting, etc. bores me. I like to live my life to the fullest. I like to socialize, meet new people, party, eating in the best restaurants, traveling to new places, etc. I have to leave in sometime to meet a client in a 5 star hotel. I would be his companion for the evening.
Me: What???? You are a prostitute?
Anju: tch tch tch, that’s a very harsh word. I would prefer to be called a companion or an escort. Prostitute is a cheap word.
Me: So why are you telling me this? I am really not interested in knowing what you do…..
Anju: I know you are not interested and I don’t care whether you are interested or not. The reason I am telling you is I want you to come with me to that Hotel. There was a last minute change in the program, there are 2 clients now. I will handle one and while you have to entertain the other.
Me: (Standing up) Are you out of your mind? Just who the hell you think you are talking to? I am not a cheap prostitute like you. How dare you?????
Anju: (smiled at me) Sit down. Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I said sit down…..
Me: (Very angry) I will talk the way you deserve; I am leaving right now and you stay away from me….
Anju: Sit down and watch this….. (she played a video on the laptop)
The room filled with sounds of moaning and grunting. I saw an old man having sex with a young girl on the screen…..
Me: What is this…. why…. (I froze as the face of girl became visible)
The floor under me started shaking as I fell down as a heap on the sofa. My hands were covering my open mouth in horror. The girl was no one but my sweet daughter Supriya, moaning and urging the old man to fuck harder, her legs up in the air. The old man looked like that building sweeper Chandu. My God it is Chandu. She was too shocked to even speak as she watched the video in horror. I heard Anju say…
Anju: If you refuse to come with me to the Hotel, I will upload this video on the internet right away. It does not take much time for videos like this to get viral. I am sure you are intelligent enough to understand the consequences. Think it over I will be back in 5 minutes, I need an answer, yes or no. (She walks off to her room)
My mind just went blank seeing the visuals which was still on. She could hear Supriya’s moans of enjoyment and Chandu’s abuses and grunts. I just could not believe my daughter would do such a cheap act, having sex with a lowly sweeper. She is so beautiful she can get any good looking man, why is she doing with a low class man?
Look at her moving her hips enjoying the thrusts of a big huge cock… my goodness his cock is so big, looks so wet and juicy….. my God what am I thinking……
I heard Anju come back in the room, wearing high heels and holding a purse….
Anju: So what’s your answer? Yes, or a no?
Me: Please don’t make me do this. I cannot do this…. I am not like that…. Please Anju (crying)
Anju: I am asking you for the last time…. YES, or NO?
Me: I can’t please. Please delete this video. It will ruin my family’s life, we will be disgraced, please I cannot….
Anju: Okay so I assume your answer is NO, okay let me upload the video….
Me: Wait noooooooo…..
Anju: Yes or NO?
Me: Yes (sobbing with my head down on my knees)
Anju: Good. You are a smart woman Nandita. I want you to walk down till the end of our road I will meet you at the junction. I don’t want anyone from our building to see you leave with me. All the building women just know how to gossip. Wait for me at the junction; I will pick you up in 5 minutes. No need to go home and change. I am carrying some clothes for you. Leave now,
I left her flat and went outside the building and started walking towards the junction. Wiping tears off my eyes. Soon Anju in her car pulled up next to me and asked me to get in her car. I sat next to her in the front seat. We headed towards the Hotel…..
To be continued....
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After Supriya left home to meet her friends, Nandita had her lunch and finished her household chores. She was relaxing in her room while watching some television. Her mind was elsewhere. She was a bit worried about Supriya. She has been acting so differently lately. How can someone change so drastically in a week? Supriya was always a studious and serious girl who spent most of her time either studying or reading books and on the internet. A girl who used to change her DP and status at least 5 times a day had not changed her status in the last 8 days... that’s indeed very strange, totally unlike normal Supriya.
I kept wondering has she met someone special, as she keeps going out in the afternoons. She keeps smiling for no reason when she is alone and has that dreamy look in her eyes. Is she old enough to have a boyfriend? Of course she is, she is 18 and if she is old enough to vote, I am sure she will pick a nice boy as her boyfriend.
Her mind drifted back to her own college days. Thinking about her first love Rajat, she still remembered her secret dates with Rajat, behind her college, sometimes in cinema theaters, those exchanges of love letters written with so much love. Those were the days. Nowadays youngsters have forgotten the charm of writing secret love letters in the age of social media.
Unfortunately, these secret love letters changed her life completely. From the time when my parents found out about the love letters to forcing me to quit my studies till I was pressurized to marry my father’s friend’s son, my life changed so dramatically in a few months. No one seemed to care about my feelings. I had decided then that I will respect my children and trust their decision unlike my parents.
Sudipto, my husband, was more interested in climbing up the corporate ladder. He never cared about me. As he reached the top of the corporate ladder, he found someone else. In the beginning I thought it was just a fling with a younger girl. But I was wrong. They soon started living together in a flat in south Mumbai. He started spending lesser and lesser time with us. And 2 years back he asked for a divorce as he wanted to marry his girlfriend. Since Supriya was young, we had mutually decided once she turned 18 we will file for a divorce, till then he agreed to spend a day or two with us to keep the façade of the marriage alive for Supriya’s sake. Time had come to reveal the truth to Supriya. Sudipto and I planned to talk about our separation with Supriya this Sunday. I am sure she is mature enough to understand and accept it.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the phone. I looked at my phone, Anju’s name was flashing. I wondered what does that bitch wants now. I accepted the call.
Me: Hello
Anju: Hello Nandita, how are you today?
Me: I am fine, thanks. How are you?
Anju: I am fine too. Nandita, can you do me a favor?
Me: (started getting irritated) Favor? What favor?
Anju: I cannot tell you on phone. Can you come to my flat?
Me: What is it Anju?
Anju: Please, I have to show you something. Trust me it’s very important.
Me: Fine. I will be there in 30 minutes, is that ok?
Anju: No problem. I am waiting for you.
I kept wondering, why does this woman want to meet me? The more I try to keep a distance away from her, the friendlier she tries to be with me. Anju had a very bad name among the building ladies. I have heard stories about her being seen in different malls and restaurants with different men each time. I knew these stories were true because I had seen her once too in a shopping mall in the arms of a much older man. All the building ladies couldn’t stand Anju. Every time the building ladies met, we ended up gossiping about Anju. Mrs. Gupta, the building secretary’s wife hated Anju and had the choicest of abuses for her.
But sometimes I used to wonder, who is leading a better life, is it Anju or me. She was leading a carefree life, living on her own terms not caring what the world thinks of her, wearing glamorous outfits, parties, traveling and enjoying life. While I am busy putting on an act of a happy marriage for the society and leading the same mundane life every day. I can’t even remember the last time I had sex. Maybe 5 years back, is she leading a better life than Anju, guess not. The difference between us was that I decided to compromise with the situation, suppressing my sexual needs, my happiness, my desires to look good to the society whereas Anju decided to do the opposite, exploring her sexuality, her desires. Maybe deep down I envied Anju.
I grudgingly got up from my bed and changed into a comfortable salwar kameez and headed towards Anju flat which was on the second floor. I ringed her doorbell and after a couple of bells Anju opened the door.
Anju: Hey Nandita, come in, I was waiting for you.
I noticed she was all decked up, wearing a lovely shimmery pink saree and a sleeveless blouse with strings on the back showing her bare back. She was also wearing some exquisite jewelry and her makeup was done with lot of taste.
Me: Going out somewhere?
Anju: Yeah I am. I am leaving in sometime. Sit down. I will get you some coffee.
Me: It’s okay Anju, I just had my coffee. (I lied)
Anju: Have one more cup with me, maybe you will need one.
I was sitting in her living room with a puzzled look on my face, why did she say I would need a coffee. She soon came back with 2 mugs of coffee.
Me: You wanted some favor from me?
Anju: Yeah I did. I will tell you. Have the coffee first.
We both sat back, sipping our coffee, an awkward silence in the room. Just then Anju’s phone bell rang. She answered the phone moving towards the other side of the room. I heard her say…
Anju: Hello Dolly madam….. Yes, I will be there at the hotel by 5.30pm…. Yes…….. I understand…….. Yes madam…… she will be there too….. she will 100%.... okay…. Bye.
I looked at the watch it was 4.15pm. I was confused, if she had to reach somewhere by 5.30pm, why did she call me here… Anju went into her bedroom and came back with her laptop. She sat next to me and switched on her laptop.
Anju: Nandita, let me be very honest with you. You know I am not a typical housewife. I can never be one. Even the thought of being home day after just cooking, dusting, etc. bores me. I like to live my life to the fullest. I like to socialize, meet new people, party, eating in the best restaurants, traveling to new places, etc. I have to leave in sometime to meet a client in a 5 star hotel. I would be his companion for the evening.
Me: What???? You are a prostitute?
Anju: tch tch tch, that’s a very harsh word. I would prefer to be called a companion or an escort. Prostitute is a cheap word.
Me: So why are you telling me this? I am really not interested in knowing what you do…..
Anju: I know you are not interested and I don’t care whether you are interested or not. The reason I am telling you is I want you to come with me to that Hotel. There was a last minute change in the program, there are 2 clients now. I will handle one and while you have to entertain the other.
Me: (Standing up) Are you out of your mind? Just who the hell you think you are talking to? I am not a cheap prostitute like you. How dare you?????
Anju: (smiled at me) Sit down. Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I said sit down…..
Me: (Very angry) I will talk the way you deserve; I am leaving right now and you stay away from me….
Anju: Sit down and watch this….. (she played a video on the laptop)
The room filled with sounds of moaning and grunting. I saw an old man having sex with a young girl on the screen…..
Me: What is this…. why…. (I froze as the face of girl became visible)
The floor under me started shaking as I fell down as a heap on the sofa. My hands were covering my open mouth in horror. The girl was no one but my sweet daughter Supriya, moaning and urging the old man to fuck harder, her legs up in the air. The old man looked like that building sweeper Chandu. My God it is Chandu. She was too shocked to even speak as she watched the video in horror. I heard Anju say…
Anju: If you refuse to come with me to the Hotel, I will upload this video on the internet right away. It does not take much time for videos like this to get viral. I am sure you are intelligent enough to understand the consequences. Think it over I will be back in 5 minutes, I need an answer, yes or no. (She walks off to her room)
My mind just went blank seeing the visuals which was still on. She could hear Supriya’s moans of enjoyment and Chandu’s abuses and grunts. I just could not believe my daughter would do such a cheap act, having sex with a lowly sweeper. She is so beautiful she can get any good looking man, why is she doing with a low class man?
Look at her moving her hips enjoying the thrusts of a big huge cock… my goodness his cock is so big, looks so wet and juicy….. my God what am I thinking……
I heard Anju come back in the room, wearing high heels and holding a purse….
Anju: So what’s your answer? Yes, or a no?
Me: Please don’t make me do this. I cannot do this…. I am not like that…. Please Anju (crying)
Anju: I am asking you for the last time…. YES, or NO?
Me: I can’t please. Please delete this video. It will ruin my family’s life, we will be disgraced, please I cannot….
Anju: Okay so I assume your answer is NO, okay let me upload the video….
Me: Wait noooooooo…..
Anju: Yes or NO?
Me: Yes (sobbing with my head down on my knees)
Anju: Good. You are a smart woman Nandita. I want you to walk down till the end of our road I will meet you at the junction. I don’t want anyone from our building to see you leave with me. All the building women just know how to gossip. Wait for me at the junction; I will pick you up in 5 minutes. No need to go home and change. I am carrying some clothes for you. Leave now,
I left her flat and went outside the building and started walking towards the junction. Wiping tears off my eyes. Soon Anju in her car pulled up next to me and asked me to get in her car. I sat next to her in the front seat. We headed towards the Hotel…..
To be continued....
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