Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

[cutekomal]

Paromita Chatterjee, a vibrant 32-year-old, was the eldest daughter-in-law of the distinguished Chatterjee family. Four years had already passed since her wedding day. Their ancestral home was nestled in a village in Burdwan, a place of deep family roots. Yet, for the past two years, fate had brought her to Kolkata with her husband due to his work transfer, a temporary displacement from the familiar. Her own parents resided far away in Cooch Behar, adding to her sense of detachment. The Chatterjee family boasted two scions: Sahil and Rahul. It was no secret that Paromita was the wife of Sahil Chatterjee, the elder son, a position of responsibility she carried with quiet grace. Rahul, the younger brother, had just completed his secondary education. His parents, with hopeful eyes, now wished to send him to Kolkata for higher studies, to live under the protective wing of his elder brother. But then, life took an unexpected turn; Sahil received a posting abroad, to Dubai, for a whole year. This meant a year of separation, a year where Sahil would have to leave his marital bliss behind for the distant Arab lands. There was no possibility of Paromita accompanying him; it was a solitary official visit, and while Sahil's expenses were covered, hers were not. Thus, with a heavy heart, Paromita was destined to stay back in India.


Meanwhile, Rahul, having passed his secondary exams, was indeed arriving in Kolkata, ready to enroll in a prestigious college. Paromita and Rahul shared a remarkably close bond. In the first two years of her marriage, when Paromita lived in her in-laws' village home, a deep affection had blossomed between them. She genuinely saw Rahul as her own younger brother, a sentiment born from a poignant longing. Paromita was an only child, and a quiet sadness would often envelop her as she lamented not having a brother to tie a Rakhi to on Rakhi Purnima or offer a 'phota' on Bhai Phota. After her marriage, Rahul became the vessel for that unfulfilled wish. It was he to whom she would tie the sacred thread, he whom she would bless with a 'phota'. Rahul, in turn, revered her as his own elder sister. Even after she moved to Kolkata, the bond between sister-in-law and brother-in-law, or rather, sister and brother, continued to thrive through frequent phone calls. So, Rahul's arrival in Kolkata for his higher secondary education was, in a way, a blessing for Paromita. Sahil's departure had left her feeling profoundly alone, and Rahul's presence promised to fill some of that void, offering companionship and distraction. Paromita's in-laws, too, felt a sense of immense relief, entrusting their youngest son's care to her capable hands. Paromita was not only academically gifted but also deeply responsible. She could truly assist Rahul with his studies; even when she lived in Burdwan, she often sat with him, guiding him through his lessons.


Sahil's parents, after successfully admitting Rahul to a renowned college in Kolkata, entrusted their youngest son into Paromita's care and returned to their village, their hearts filled with a quiet certainty. Paromita, in turn, solemnly promised to look after Rahul in every way, a promise she intended to uphold with all her being. Following in his elder brother's footsteps, Rahul had chosen the science stream after his secondary education, a path Paromita knew well, as she herself had been a science student. This made her perfectly equipped to offer career guidance to her cherished brother-in-law, a task she embraced with enthusiasm. Accordingly, she enrolled Rahul in several coaching institutes, where he could receive specialized training for his engineering entrance exams, nurturing his academic aspirations.

For a while, everything proceeded smoothly, a harmonious rhythm of study and life. Rahul was indeed a bright student, excelling in his academics. However, the bustling city of Kolkata demanded a smartphone for communication and navigation, a necessity for modern life. Paromita, with thoughtful consideration, bought Rahul a smartphone herself. He was at a crucial age, and a smartphone seemed indispensable. When all his peers carried smartphones to college and coaching, it would have been deeply embarrassing for him to go empty-handed. It was with these thoughts in mind that Paromita splurged on an expensive phone for her brother-in-law, hoping it would help him keep pace with his times and his peers. This decision, however, went against the strict warnings of her in-laws, who had expressed their reservations. Yet, Paromita, a modern woman, believed she understood the situation better and bought the phone for Rahul. Perhaps, this very gift, meant with such good intentions, would become his (and her) undoing. Within a few months of receiving the phone, Paromita began to notice a peculiar, unsettling transformation in Rahul. Initially, Rahul had performed exceptionally well in college and coaching, earning praise from all his teachers. Paromita had swelled with pride and joy upon hearing their commendations. But then, abruptly, Rahul's performance began to plummet. His results were not just below expectations; they were shockingly bad. The positive feedback from teachers ceased entirely. Instead, complaints started pouring in: Rahul was completely disengaged in class, perpetually distracted, lost in thought. When questioned, he would merely mumble, "Nothing, it was a mistake, it won't happen again". Such damning remarks from his teachers left Paromita utterly bewildered, her heart sinking with each new report. She started observing him more closely and noticed that he rarely sat down with his books anymore. Most of his time was spent engrossed in his phone, a screen-addicted reverie. At first, Paromita dismissed it, thinking it was just a phase for a teenager, a fleeting distraction. But when his unit test results came back disastrous, Paromita was jolted into serious concern.