27-09-2025, 11:21 PM
Despite her efforts, she couldn't coax a genuine smile from his face. Rahul remained withdrawn, his expression perpetually distant and melancholic. He had almost completely stopped talking to her, answering her questions with only one or two monosyllabic words. Paromita grew increasingly worried by his state, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She feared he might do something impulsive, something drastic. If this continued, she worried, he would surely fall into depression, his health deteriorating. Paromita felt a profound helplessness, for this was a matter she couldn't confide in her husband or her in-laws. Moreover, shaming Rahul to her in-laws would not solve the problem; it would only invite more accusations and harsh words directed at him.
As days blurred into one, that fateful morning arrived—the day Rahul had planned to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Their rendezvous was set for around 11 AM. But at half past ten, Rahul was sitting quietly in front of his sister-in-law, his eyes, filled with a desperate thirst, repeatedly darting towards the clock. Time was slipping away, yet there was no escape. His 'boudi' had meticulously blocked every avenue. All his pocket money was safely tucked away with her. Paromita, with a pang of understanding, knew precisely what was tormenting Rahul's mind. He desperately wanted to go. Seeing his unyielding obstinacy, Paromita finally walked over and sat beside him. In a gentle, almost tender voice, she asked, "Rahul, are you angry with me?".
Rahul offered no reply, his silence a clear affirmation of his anger. Yet Paromita persisted, her voice laced with concern, "Rahul, please, don't stay upset like this. It deeply pains me to see you this way. You're not yourself at all. I've tried so hard to make you happy – I took you to Victoria Memorial, treated you to a restaurant, took you to the cinema, and even cooked your favorite dishes at home. But still, you won't utter a single word. You've completely stopped talking to me. Why, dear?".
With a touch imbued with maternal affection, Paromita stroked Rahul's head. And at that gentle touch, Rahul finally broke. He began to sob uncontrollably, tears gushing from his eyes. Paromita tried to console him, her heart aching for his distress. But Rahul repeatedly pushed her hand away from his shoulder, rejecting her comfort. "Boudi, please, don't try to console me. Do I not even have the freedom to cry openly in this house? At least crying isn't a bad thing in your eyes, like going to a massage parlor! So please, just let me cry, grant me this much mercy," Rahul choked out, a raw, almost teasing edge to his voice. Paromita sensed the barb, and it pierced her deeply. Never before had Rahul spoken to her with such a sarcastic, teasing tone. It was unequivocally clear that Rahul had not truly accepted the cancellation of the massage parlor plan in his heart. His mind and soul were still consumed by a sordid sexual longing. His childish stubbornness plunged Paromita into deep thought. She found herself at a loss, wondering how she could possibly rescue Rahul from this perilous state. Paromita knew Rahul was stubborn, but his degree of obstinacy was beyond her wildest imagination.
Paromita realized that arguing further with Rahul would be futile. The more she spoke, the harsher his demeanor would become. Thus, she decided it would be far better to focus her mind and energy on finding a solution to this profound problem. Retreating to her room, Paromita pondered deeply, her mind racing through countless possibilities, until she finally arrived at a decision. Since this problem had arisen, albeit unknowingly, under her watch, it was she who had to do something drastic. Paromita felt an immense burden, knowing she had to face this ultimate test, this 'Agni Pariksha,' to save her brother-in-law. She truly had no other option left.
Emerging from her room, Paromita once again stood before Rahul. She addressed him, her voice firm yet gentle, "Rahul, I have something important to say to you; please look at me".
Rahul offered no response, instead turning his face away. Paromita, without waiting for his reply, began to speak, her voice laden with heartfelt emotion, "Rahul, I am not just your sister-in-law; I am like your own elder sister. I have no brothers, so I've accepted you as my own. It is my duty to bring you back to the right path, to the mainstream of life. I've tried every possible way to gently guide you back on track, but you've thwarted all my efforts. You are an incredibly stubborn boy. You haven't been able to shake off this massage plan from your mind. You've become addicted. If this continues, your life will be ruined, brother. If you can't recognize your mistake, if you can't rectify yourself, you will lose all focus on your studies. So please, tell me frankly, what is it that you ultimately want?".
Rahul attempted to compose himself, to regain some normalcy, but still, he uttered no word in response to Paromita. Feeling utterly compelled, Paromita spoke, "Look, Rahul, I have thought long and hard, and I have decided to take a drastic step, one that might actually make you happy. I have no other choice; I have to do this".
Rahul, momentarily taken aback, stammered, "What step?".
Paromita took a long, resolute breath, her heart pounding, and said, "I can no longer bear to see you wasting away like this, stifled by your desires. Therefore, I want you to fulfill your wish, and then, return to your normal life".
At these words, Rahul's face lit up as if he had been handed the moon itself. He could barely believe his 'boudi' had actually given him permission!. Overwhelmed with excitement, he eagerly asked again, "Really, Boudi, do you truly mean this? Or are you saying it out of anger and exasperation?".
"No, Rahul, I am absolutely serious," Paromita affirmed, her voice steady. "I've thought a great deal about this, and I've come to this decision. But I have a few conditions. Or rather, you must make a few promises to me, and only then will I grant you permission; otherwise, no".
"Of course, Boudi, I'll do whatever you say. Just command me," Rahul responded, his eagerness palpable.
"Rahul, I will allow you to do this just once," Paromita stated, her tone firm yet laced with a plea, "and then you must promise me that you will return to your normal life, focusing diligently on your studies".
"Boudi, please don't worry," Rahul said, brimming with newfound confidence, "I will study with all my might. Just grant me permission to do this once. I know my academic results haven't been good for the past few months. Honestly, I haven't been able to concentrate on my studies at all since these thoughts entered my mind. I know this isn't something to be proud of. I feel ashamed telling you all this. But I still want to experience this fantasy, even if just once. Because I've tried so hard to break free from this colorful web of dreams, but I haven't been able to. It's becoming impossible for me to even breathe now. As you said, if you allow me to do this just once, then you'll see, I'll become well again. And then my studies will automatically improve," Rahul declared, his voice filled with an almost desperate conviction.
"Alright, Rahul, so it shall be," Paromita conceded, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen you speak with such enthusiasm and confidence. I hope you will keep your word".
"You can be 400 percent sure, Boudi, I will keep my word," Rahul vowed, his conviction absolute. "Very well, then consider that I've given you permission. But along with this, I have a small request".
"What is it, Boudi? Tell me..." Rahul prompted, his eagerness barely contained.
"Look, I've already 'spoiled' you by giving you the phone. Now I'm going a step further, allowing you to fulfill your fantasy by going to a massage parlor and getting a massage from some unknown massage girl. Surely you understand that if your parents or your elder brother found out about this, they wouldn't spare me?. So, the responsibility of keeping this a secret rests entirely with you".
"You absolutely don't have to worry, Boudi," Rahul reassured her, his voice sincere. "This will be our secret, for life. And besides, how could you even think I would tell my family members about this?. Look at the state I was in when you caught me!".
Paromita then playfully teased, "Hmm! You've grown up so much! You've successfully managed to extract permission to go to a massage parlor from your sister-in-law through non-violent protest. Good job!". Rahul blushed slightly at Paromita's words. Paromita's heart, too, felt a sense of relief, seeing a genuine smile grace her brother-in-law's face after such a long time. With these playful words, Paromita continued to gently 'leg-pull' her brother-in-law, aiming to alleviate any lingering feelings of guilt he might have. In this way, Paromita began to draw closer to her brother-in-law as a friend, hoping to influence him and guide him back to a normal life, much like a therapist. Paromita then asked Rahul, "Rahul, tell me something, do you and your friends really talk in such coded language? It seems like you've become far too advanced for your age. Sorry, I read your WhatsApp chats with your friends that day without your knowledge. You were talking about things like BJ, HJ, 'extras,' 'Happy Ending,' and so on. What do all these terms mean? I've never heard such words in my married life, nor has your elder brother ever discussed such things with me. Especially, what does this 'Happy Ending' mean?".
At her direct questions, Rahul's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. He was at a loss for words, simply muttering, "Please, Boudi, don't embarrass me by asking such things".
"Rahul, you don't need to act so innocent," Paromita retorted, her voice firm. "You lost your innocence the moment you were caught by me. Just like that, I also lost my role as your guardian the moment I allowed you to go to the parlor. Now we are good friends. You are no longer that little brother-in-law of mine. You've grown up. So, stop being coy and tell me, what does 'Happy Ending' mean? Otherwise, I'll revoke my permission".
"Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means..." Rahul stammered, hesitating.
"Come on, Rahul, please tell me," Paromita urged, a note of impatience in her voice. "I genuinely haven't heard this word before".
"Boudi, first promise you won't get angry," Rahul pleaded.
"I won't," she assured him.
"Promise?" he pressed.
"Yes, alright, I promise! Now tell me!" Paromita exclaimed, exasperated.
"Actually, Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means when the massage girl, after giving a massage, masturbates the client with her own hand," Rahul confessed, his head bowed in shame. Paromita, suppressing her reaction, calmly asked further, "Alright, okay, no need to be so embarrassed. Now tell me, what do 'extras' mean?".
Seeing Paromita's calm, unreactive demeanor, Rahul gained a little courage, and this time, he spoke more openly. "Boudi, actually, massage girls don't usually allow their customers to touch them. But if they do, that's what's called 'extras'".
"And BJ means?" Paromita inquired.
"That's even easier, don't you know?" Rahul asked, surprised.
"No... that's why I'm asking..." Paromita responded, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Mmmhhmh..." Rahul hesitated again, clearly uncomfortable. Seeing his reluctance, Paromita, somewhat irritated, pressed him, "Ugh, just tell me! Why are you clearing your throat so much?".
"BJ means blow job..." Rahul finally blurted out.
"Hmm, alright... I understand..." Paromita managed, composing herself. Hearing such adult conversations from her young brother-in-law was not pleasant, but what could she do? To guide him back to the right path, she knew she had to endure this much.
Such conversations continued, as did the relentless ticking of the clock. Today was indeed the D-Day, the day for him to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Far more time had elapsed than originally planned. Rahul had expected that during this conversation, his 'boudi' would hand him enough money and let him go. His friends, he knew, had been waiting for a long time. His phone, which had been on silent, suddenly beeped with a message tone. In front of Paromita, Rahul unlocked his phone and began to read the message. After seeing it, with a pathetic expression, he pleaded for money from his sister-in-law, "Boudi, please, give me the money now. I need to go...".
Paromita asked, "Whose message, Rahul?".
"My friend's..." Rahul replied.
Paromita extended her hand, asking for the phone from Rahul. "Here, give me the phone. I want to read the message".
Rahul shook his head, hesitating. "No, Boudi, please. Don't look...".
Paromita smiled faintly. "Rahul, I've already given you permission, knowing everything. So why are you so embarrassed?. Haven't I told you, I'm not just your sister-in-law now, but your friend too. I'm not taking your phone to inspect it. I just want to see the messages, that's all!".
"I understand, Boudi, but these messages are very vulgar and offensive. So I feel a little apprehensive," Rahul explained, still reluctant.
"Rahul, I am not a child. I passed your age a long time ago, so don't lecture me. Besides, I've seen all the adult content on your phone, so none of this will surprise me," Paromita stated firmly, her patience wearing thin.
Rahul, after much deliberation and with trembling hands, handed the phone to Paromita. Paromita opened WhatsApp and began to read the messages. One of his friends had written, "Hey, you idiot, where the hell are you? We've already entered the massage parlor. And you're nowhere to be found. I'm having a Happy Ending right now! Want to see a picture?".
Following the text message was a picture. It clearly showed one of Rahul's friends lying almost naked on a massage table. A girl, wearing nail polish and some bangles, was seen grasping his genitals in her hand. It was unmistakably a masturbation act. This was why Rahul had been so utterly ashamed to show Paromita the messages.
The next message was a short video clip, which Rahul hadn't yet played. A round download option appeared in front of the video. Perhaps Rahul, out of fear of Paromita, hadn't dared to download and play the video, as its audio might have been too "exciting" to hear, and who knew what would happen if his 'boudi' heard it.
Paromita then asked, "There's a video here, what is it?".
Then, without waiting for a reply, she downloaded and played the video herself. It was a video of that friend's "Happy Ending". His friend was moaning, and the girl was continuously masturbating him. The girl's face wasn't visible in the video; it was just a close-up shot of the masturbation.
To avoid further embarrassing Rahul, Paromita tried to lighten the mood slightly, saying, "Hmm, it looks like your friends are certainly enjoying themselves".
Rahul relaxed a little, seeing that his 'boudi' was genuinely behaving like a friend. So, Rahul said, "Boudi, time is running out. If you give me the money, I can go and have some fun with my friends".
Paromita, now adopting a more serious tone, said, "Rahul, please listen to me carefully first. I promised you that I would allow you to get a massage, complete with a Happy Ending and even extras. But I don't want you to get it at a massage parlor. I have an alternative plan".
As days blurred into one, that fateful morning arrived—the day Rahul had planned to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Their rendezvous was set for around 11 AM. But at half past ten, Rahul was sitting quietly in front of his sister-in-law, his eyes, filled with a desperate thirst, repeatedly darting towards the clock. Time was slipping away, yet there was no escape. His 'boudi' had meticulously blocked every avenue. All his pocket money was safely tucked away with her. Paromita, with a pang of understanding, knew precisely what was tormenting Rahul's mind. He desperately wanted to go. Seeing his unyielding obstinacy, Paromita finally walked over and sat beside him. In a gentle, almost tender voice, she asked, "Rahul, are you angry with me?".
Rahul offered no reply, his silence a clear affirmation of his anger. Yet Paromita persisted, her voice laced with concern, "Rahul, please, don't stay upset like this. It deeply pains me to see you this way. You're not yourself at all. I've tried so hard to make you happy – I took you to Victoria Memorial, treated you to a restaurant, took you to the cinema, and even cooked your favorite dishes at home. But still, you won't utter a single word. You've completely stopped talking to me. Why, dear?".
With a touch imbued with maternal affection, Paromita stroked Rahul's head. And at that gentle touch, Rahul finally broke. He began to sob uncontrollably, tears gushing from his eyes. Paromita tried to console him, her heart aching for his distress. But Rahul repeatedly pushed her hand away from his shoulder, rejecting her comfort. "Boudi, please, don't try to console me. Do I not even have the freedom to cry openly in this house? At least crying isn't a bad thing in your eyes, like going to a massage parlor! So please, just let me cry, grant me this much mercy," Rahul choked out, a raw, almost teasing edge to his voice. Paromita sensed the barb, and it pierced her deeply. Never before had Rahul spoken to her with such a sarcastic, teasing tone. It was unequivocally clear that Rahul had not truly accepted the cancellation of the massage parlor plan in his heart. His mind and soul were still consumed by a sordid sexual longing. His childish stubbornness plunged Paromita into deep thought. She found herself at a loss, wondering how she could possibly rescue Rahul from this perilous state. Paromita knew Rahul was stubborn, but his degree of obstinacy was beyond her wildest imagination.
Paromita realized that arguing further with Rahul would be futile. The more she spoke, the harsher his demeanor would become. Thus, she decided it would be far better to focus her mind and energy on finding a solution to this profound problem. Retreating to her room, Paromita pondered deeply, her mind racing through countless possibilities, until she finally arrived at a decision. Since this problem had arisen, albeit unknowingly, under her watch, it was she who had to do something drastic. Paromita felt an immense burden, knowing she had to face this ultimate test, this 'Agni Pariksha,' to save her brother-in-law. She truly had no other option left.
Emerging from her room, Paromita once again stood before Rahul. She addressed him, her voice firm yet gentle, "Rahul, I have something important to say to you; please look at me".
Rahul offered no response, instead turning his face away. Paromita, without waiting for his reply, began to speak, her voice laden with heartfelt emotion, "Rahul, I am not just your sister-in-law; I am like your own elder sister. I have no brothers, so I've accepted you as my own. It is my duty to bring you back to the right path, to the mainstream of life. I've tried every possible way to gently guide you back on track, but you've thwarted all my efforts. You are an incredibly stubborn boy. You haven't been able to shake off this massage plan from your mind. You've become addicted. If this continues, your life will be ruined, brother. If you can't recognize your mistake, if you can't rectify yourself, you will lose all focus on your studies. So please, tell me frankly, what is it that you ultimately want?".
Rahul attempted to compose himself, to regain some normalcy, but still, he uttered no word in response to Paromita. Feeling utterly compelled, Paromita spoke, "Look, Rahul, I have thought long and hard, and I have decided to take a drastic step, one that might actually make you happy. I have no other choice; I have to do this".
Rahul, momentarily taken aback, stammered, "What step?".
Paromita took a long, resolute breath, her heart pounding, and said, "I can no longer bear to see you wasting away like this, stifled by your desires. Therefore, I want you to fulfill your wish, and then, return to your normal life".
At these words, Rahul's face lit up as if he had been handed the moon itself. He could barely believe his 'boudi' had actually given him permission!. Overwhelmed with excitement, he eagerly asked again, "Really, Boudi, do you truly mean this? Or are you saying it out of anger and exasperation?".
"No, Rahul, I am absolutely serious," Paromita affirmed, her voice steady. "I've thought a great deal about this, and I've come to this decision. But I have a few conditions. Or rather, you must make a few promises to me, and only then will I grant you permission; otherwise, no".
"Of course, Boudi, I'll do whatever you say. Just command me," Rahul responded, his eagerness palpable.
"Rahul, I will allow you to do this just once," Paromita stated, her tone firm yet laced with a plea, "and then you must promise me that you will return to your normal life, focusing diligently on your studies".
"Boudi, please don't worry," Rahul said, brimming with newfound confidence, "I will study with all my might. Just grant me permission to do this once. I know my academic results haven't been good for the past few months. Honestly, I haven't been able to concentrate on my studies at all since these thoughts entered my mind. I know this isn't something to be proud of. I feel ashamed telling you all this. But I still want to experience this fantasy, even if just once. Because I've tried so hard to break free from this colorful web of dreams, but I haven't been able to. It's becoming impossible for me to even breathe now. As you said, if you allow me to do this just once, then you'll see, I'll become well again. And then my studies will automatically improve," Rahul declared, his voice filled with an almost desperate conviction.
"Alright, Rahul, so it shall be," Paromita conceded, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen you speak with such enthusiasm and confidence. I hope you will keep your word".
"You can be 400 percent sure, Boudi, I will keep my word," Rahul vowed, his conviction absolute. "Very well, then consider that I've given you permission. But along with this, I have a small request".
"What is it, Boudi? Tell me..." Rahul prompted, his eagerness barely contained.
"Look, I've already 'spoiled' you by giving you the phone. Now I'm going a step further, allowing you to fulfill your fantasy by going to a massage parlor and getting a massage from some unknown massage girl. Surely you understand that if your parents or your elder brother found out about this, they wouldn't spare me?. So, the responsibility of keeping this a secret rests entirely with you".
"You absolutely don't have to worry, Boudi," Rahul reassured her, his voice sincere. "This will be our secret, for life. And besides, how could you even think I would tell my family members about this?. Look at the state I was in when you caught me!".
Paromita then playfully teased, "Hmm! You've grown up so much! You've successfully managed to extract permission to go to a massage parlor from your sister-in-law through non-violent protest. Good job!". Rahul blushed slightly at Paromita's words. Paromita's heart, too, felt a sense of relief, seeing a genuine smile grace her brother-in-law's face after such a long time. With these playful words, Paromita continued to gently 'leg-pull' her brother-in-law, aiming to alleviate any lingering feelings of guilt he might have. In this way, Paromita began to draw closer to her brother-in-law as a friend, hoping to influence him and guide him back to a normal life, much like a therapist. Paromita then asked Rahul, "Rahul, tell me something, do you and your friends really talk in such coded language? It seems like you've become far too advanced for your age. Sorry, I read your WhatsApp chats with your friends that day without your knowledge. You were talking about things like BJ, HJ, 'extras,' 'Happy Ending,' and so on. What do all these terms mean? I've never heard such words in my married life, nor has your elder brother ever discussed such things with me. Especially, what does this 'Happy Ending' mean?".
At her direct questions, Rahul's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. He was at a loss for words, simply muttering, "Please, Boudi, don't embarrass me by asking such things".
"Rahul, you don't need to act so innocent," Paromita retorted, her voice firm. "You lost your innocence the moment you were caught by me. Just like that, I also lost my role as your guardian the moment I allowed you to go to the parlor. Now we are good friends. You are no longer that little brother-in-law of mine. You've grown up. So, stop being coy and tell me, what does 'Happy Ending' mean? Otherwise, I'll revoke my permission".
"Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means..." Rahul stammered, hesitating.
"Come on, Rahul, please tell me," Paromita urged, a note of impatience in her voice. "I genuinely haven't heard this word before".
"Boudi, first promise you won't get angry," Rahul pleaded.
"I won't," she assured him.
"Promise?" he pressed.
"Yes, alright, I promise! Now tell me!" Paromita exclaimed, exasperated.
"Actually, Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means when the massage girl, after giving a massage, masturbates the client with her own hand," Rahul confessed, his head bowed in shame. Paromita, suppressing her reaction, calmly asked further, "Alright, okay, no need to be so embarrassed. Now tell me, what do 'extras' mean?".
Seeing Paromita's calm, unreactive demeanor, Rahul gained a little courage, and this time, he spoke more openly. "Boudi, actually, massage girls don't usually allow their customers to touch them. But if they do, that's what's called 'extras'".
"And BJ means?" Paromita inquired.
"That's even easier, don't you know?" Rahul asked, surprised.
"No... that's why I'm asking..." Paromita responded, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Mmmhhmh..." Rahul hesitated again, clearly uncomfortable. Seeing his reluctance, Paromita, somewhat irritated, pressed him, "Ugh, just tell me! Why are you clearing your throat so much?".
"BJ means blow job..." Rahul finally blurted out.
"Hmm, alright... I understand..." Paromita managed, composing herself. Hearing such adult conversations from her young brother-in-law was not pleasant, but what could she do? To guide him back to the right path, she knew she had to endure this much.
Such conversations continued, as did the relentless ticking of the clock. Today was indeed the D-Day, the day for him to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Far more time had elapsed than originally planned. Rahul had expected that during this conversation, his 'boudi' would hand him enough money and let him go. His friends, he knew, had been waiting for a long time. His phone, which had been on silent, suddenly beeped with a message tone. In front of Paromita, Rahul unlocked his phone and began to read the message. After seeing it, with a pathetic expression, he pleaded for money from his sister-in-law, "Boudi, please, give me the money now. I need to go...".
Paromita asked, "Whose message, Rahul?".
"My friend's..." Rahul replied.
Paromita extended her hand, asking for the phone from Rahul. "Here, give me the phone. I want to read the message".
Rahul shook his head, hesitating. "No, Boudi, please. Don't look...".
Paromita smiled faintly. "Rahul, I've already given you permission, knowing everything. So why are you so embarrassed?. Haven't I told you, I'm not just your sister-in-law now, but your friend too. I'm not taking your phone to inspect it. I just want to see the messages, that's all!".
"I understand, Boudi, but these messages are very vulgar and offensive. So I feel a little apprehensive," Rahul explained, still reluctant.
"Rahul, I am not a child. I passed your age a long time ago, so don't lecture me. Besides, I've seen all the adult content on your phone, so none of this will surprise me," Paromita stated firmly, her patience wearing thin.
Rahul, after much deliberation and with trembling hands, handed the phone to Paromita. Paromita opened WhatsApp and began to read the messages. One of his friends had written, "Hey, you idiot, where the hell are you? We've already entered the massage parlor. And you're nowhere to be found. I'm having a Happy Ending right now! Want to see a picture?".
Following the text message was a picture. It clearly showed one of Rahul's friends lying almost naked on a massage table. A girl, wearing nail polish and some bangles, was seen grasping his genitals in her hand. It was unmistakably a masturbation act. This was why Rahul had been so utterly ashamed to show Paromita the messages.
The next message was a short video clip, which Rahul hadn't yet played. A round download option appeared in front of the video. Perhaps Rahul, out of fear of Paromita, hadn't dared to download and play the video, as its audio might have been too "exciting" to hear, and who knew what would happen if his 'boudi' heard it.
Paromita then asked, "There's a video here, what is it?".
Then, without waiting for a reply, she downloaded and played the video herself. It was a video of that friend's "Happy Ending". His friend was moaning, and the girl was continuously masturbating him. The girl's face wasn't visible in the video; it was just a close-up shot of the masturbation.
To avoid further embarrassing Rahul, Paromita tried to lighten the mood slightly, saying, "Hmm, it looks like your friends are certainly enjoying themselves".
Rahul relaxed a little, seeing that his 'boudi' was genuinely behaving like a friend. So, Rahul said, "Boudi, time is running out. If you give me the money, I can go and have some fun with my friends".
Paromita, now adopting a more serious tone, said, "Rahul, please listen to me carefully first. I promised you that I would allow you to get a massage, complete with a Happy Ending and even extras. But I don't want you to get it at a massage parlor. I have an alternative plan".
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