Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

[cutekomal]

Paromita, with her gentle nature, didn't want to reprimand him harshly, fearing it might push him further away at such a delicate age. She worried that a negative reaction might have the opposite, detrimental effect. So, one day, with a heavy heart and a sense of growing dread, she decided to check Rahul's phone. She knew the lock pattern; she herself had set it for him. The moment the phone unlocked, Paromita's eyes widened in horror, her breath caught in her throat! The phone was overflowing with pornographic content. There were countless porn apps, and a quick glance at the browser history revealed an endless stream of porn-related searches, all consuming an exorbitant amount of his precious time. In that moment, a chilling realization washed over Paromita: her in-laws had been right. It had been a terrible mistake to buy Rahul a phone so prematurely.


Paromita then opened Rahul's WhatsApp, and what she discovered made her heart plummet. Rahul had created an adult group with three of his friends, a cesspool filled with links to blue films, naked photos of women, and discussions teeming with sexual jokes. It felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her. She began to weep, tears streaming down her face, witnessing the shocking moral degradation of her innocent, naive brother-in-law. It was as if his mind had become consumed by a singular, obsessive focus: sex, sex, and nothing but sex. Delving deeper into the chat history, Paromita was horrified to realize that the four friends had been planning a visit to a brothel. They had even discussed the prices. However, the plan had fortunately fallen through due to a lack of sufficient funds. "Thank God!" she thought, a fragile wave of relief washing over her amidst her despair.


Yet, the danger, Paromita knew, was far from over. They had concocted another, more affordable plan to seek their cheap thrills: a visit to a massage parlor. The rates there, they believed, were comparatively lower. Their intention was to receive body massages from a 'massage girl,' and coupled with that, they desired a "Happy Ending". Paromita didn't fully grasp what a "Happy Ending" entailed; she had, after all, never stepped foot in a massage parlor herself. But a cold dread snaked through her as she instinctively understood that it undoubtedly signified some form of illicit act.

Reading further into the chats, Paromita learned that it would cost them 5,000 rupees per head, a sum significantly less than the 10,000 rupees (at least) they would have needed for the brothel. Their date and time had already been meticulously fixed: exactly four days from now. A sudden memory surfaced, chilling her to the bone: just a few days prior, Rahul had called his parents, asking for 8,000 rupees for "books". Her innocent in-laws, unsuspecting and trusting, had sent the money order to their son without a second thought. When the money arrived, Paromita had gently scolded her brother-in-law for asking for money from home without informing her. Didn't she, his sister-in-law, have enough money to support his studies?. But Rahul countered, claiming that his parents themselves had told him not to burden his 'boudi' (sister-in-law) for money, especially since his elder brother was abroad.


Now, with a crushing weight of realization, Paromita understood exactly why Rahul had requested money from the village. A deep sadness enveloped her as she despaired: how could such a good boy, coming to the city, have degenerated so quickly? She knew, with fierce determination, that she had to intervene, to stop this descent, or his studies, his character, everything, would be utterly ruined. Just then, Rahul returned from the bathroom and found his sister-in-law sitting on his bed, his phone in her hand. His heart lurched with a sudden fear, seeing the phone unlocked and exposed.

Trembling with apprehension, Rahul stammered, "Boudi, what happened? Why are you sitting with such a downcast expression?".


At that very moment, Paromita saw Rahul and a searing rage ignited within her. "Rahul," she began, her voice trembling with disappointment, "how much I trusted you! I gifted you this phone, believing in you completely. I didn't listen to anyone, not even your elder brother warned me against it. And this is how you honored my trust, Rahul? Shame on you!". She didn't stop there, her words cutting through the tense silence. "You lied to everyone, taking money from home, all to go to a massage parlor??" she demanded, her voice laced with incredulity and betrayal.

Rahul's expression clearly showed his shock and utter bewilderment at being caught. He hung his head low and mumbled, "I am sorry, Boudi, I made a mistake. Please forgive me. Please, don't tell Mom, Dad, or elder brother. Please, I beg you, I fall at your feet".


Paromita, her eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and dismay, retorted, "How could you even imagine that I would tell them all this? And how could I even tell them? Shame! If they heard this, they would condemn me, blaming me for giving you the phone despite their countless warnings".

Paromita's anger showed no signs of abating. She continued to scold her brother-in-law relentlessly, her words a torrent of frustration and disappointment. Rahul, silent and with his head bowed, absorbed every word. Eventually, his composure broke, and he began to cry. Seeing his tears, a flicker of tenderness, a maternal pity, softened Paromita's heart. She thought to herself, "This is just how this age is. Mistakes are bound to happen". The real mistake, she reasoned, was her own, for giving Rahul a phone so soon. Since she had made the mistake, it was she who had to rectify it. It was her responsibility to guide Rahul back to the right path. As a friend, she had to offer him sound advice.


So, Paromita, taking a deep breath and calming her swirling emotions, spoke softly, "Rahul, stop crying. This is not right for you. This age is for studying. If you don't focus on your studies now, you'll never be able to stand on your own feet in life. If you succeed in life, a good girl will naturally come into your life. So, don't be distracted".

Paromita earnestly tried to reason with her brother-in-law, explaining the gravity of the situation. Rahul listened to everything, but offered no positive response, no sign of agreement. It seemed as though his sister-in-law's wise words held no appeal for him. Despite his apathy, Paromita made it explicitly clear to Rahul: he was not to go to any massage parlor. She instructed him to message his friends, informing them that he would not be able to join them that day, citing her own ill health as an excuse.


With a heavy heart and visible disappointment, Rahul took his phone from Paromita and, as she had instructed, messaged his friends, relaying his inability to join them. Paromita observed his profound dejection at the cancellation of the massage parlor plan, a clear sign of how much he had anticipated it. To be absolutely sure, Paromita took all his money, keeping it with her, ensuring he couldn't sneak off to the massage parlor under any pretext. Her only solace was that her brother-in-law hadn't offered any resistance; he had quietly accepted everything.

But Paromita knew her task was far from over. She now had to bring her brother-in-law back to the right path, to help him improve his academic results. To do this, she realized, she needed to adopt an even more friendly approach with him. Therefore, to compensate for the canceled massage parlor plan, Paromita decided to cook Rahul's favorite dishes. By any means necessary, she had to make her brother-in-law happy, to divert his mind from his troubling thoughts. That afternoon, she took Rahul to a nice restaurant. The next day, she took him to visit the Victoria Memorial, hoping the change of scenery would lift his spirits. The day after, she took him to watch a movie, striving to create joyous memories. At home, too, she continued to cook delicious meals for him, pouring her affection into every dish.


Paromita desperately wanted to avoid any impression that she was creating distance with Rahul due to his budding, lustful mindset. So, she interacted with him as normally as possible, striving for an unaffected ease. Sometimes, she would playfully put her arm around his shoulder for a selfie, or even playfully pat his thigh, just as she had always done with him, trying to maintain their familiar bond.