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Chapter 45: Maya (Act 2)
Maya nodded, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer before she turned and stepped toward the door. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly winced, clutching her robe tightly against her chest. Her face flushed a deep red, and she let out a small, pained gasp.
“Maya? Are you alright?” Rahim asked, his voice laced with concern as he took a step closer.
“I… I’m fine,” she stammered, though her grip on the robe tightened even more. “It’s nothing.”
Rahim frowned, his brow furrowing as he noticed her obvious discomfort. “You don’t look fine. Why are you holding your robe like that? Is it causing you pain?”
Maya hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. “It’s… it’s just a little uncomfortable,” she admitted softly.
Without thinking, Rahim reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her robe. “Let me help,” he said gently, loosening the sash that held it closed. “Is that better?”
Maya’s eyes widened in shock as the robe fell open, revealing the thin blouse she wore underneath. The fabric clung to her skin, damp in patches where milk had leaked through. The full swell of her breasts was unmistakable, nipples visible beneath the nearly transparent material.
“Rahim-ji! Please…” she protested weakly, her face burning with embarrassment as she tried to pull the robe back around her.
But Rahim couldn’t tear his eyes away. He hadn’t noticed earlier how heavy her breasts were, or how they strained against the confines of her blouse. The sight stirred something deep within him, a heat that spread through his body despite his best efforts to remain composed.
“Maya,” he said quietly, guiding her to sit back down on the chair. “What’s going on? You’re clearly in pain.”
She hesitated for a long moment before finally speaking, her voice trembling with shame. “It’s my milk,” she confessed. “Even after feeding the baby, it builds up so much that it hurts. The pump I have is old and barely works. It’s unbearable sometimes.”
Rahim’s expression softened with sympathy. “Your husband...doesn’t he help?”
Maya shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. “He finds it disgusting. Calls me a cow, even if it’s supposed to be a joke. He hasn’t touched me since the baby was born.”
Rahim clenched his fists, anger flaring on her behalf. “That isn’t right, Maya. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.”
She wiped at her eyes, trying to compose herself. “I read online that sometimes… sometimes the milk won’t come out unless it’s pumped or… or sucked out,” she whispered, her cheeks flaming. “But the pump doesn’t work well, and the pain is worse when I try to stand or sleep straight. I hunch over to hide my chest, but it only makes it worse.”
Rahim felt a lump form in his throat, his heart aching for her. “Maya, that’s… I’m so sorry.”
She stood abruptly, clutching the robe around her again. “I should go,” she murmured, avoiding his gaze. “I need to try and relieve the pressure.”
Before Rahim could respond, Maya excused herself and hurried to the small basin area attached to the storage room. There was no door, just a nearly transparent curtain that offered little privacy. She lifted her blouse, revealing her bare breasts, and began to knead them gently in an attempt to release the milk.
From where he stood, Rahim caught a glimpse of her side profile through the curtain. His breath hitched as he watched her hands work over the heavy mounds, her frustration evident in the way she sighed and muttered under her breath. Only a few drops of milk trickled out, doing little to ease her pain.
Rahim felt a rush of conflicting emotions—sympathy, guilt, and an undeniable arousal that he struggled to suppress. He hadn’t been intimate with Lina in weeks, and the sight of Maya’s full, milk-heavy breasts stirred something primal within him. He forced himself to look away, but his mind replayed the image over and over.
“Maya,” he called gently, his voice strained. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
She froze mid-motion, realization dawning on her face as she turned slightly and saw him standing there. Her eyes widened in mortification, and she quickly pulled her blouse down, covering herself.
“Rahim-ji! I didn’t realize you could see..” Her voice broke off, and she looked as though she might cry. “I’m so sorry.”
Rahim shook his head quickly, his words coming out in a rush. “No, don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have… I mean, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Maya wrapped the robe tightly around herself again, her hands trembling. “I’m fine,” she lied, though her voice was barely above a whisper. “I should go back to the house.”
Maya nodded, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer before she turned and stepped toward the door. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly winced, clutching her robe tightly against her chest. Her face flushed a deep red, and she let out a small, pained gasp.
“Maya? Are you alright?” Rahim asked, his voice laced with concern as he took a step closer.
“I… I’m fine,” she stammered, though her grip on the robe tightened even more. “It’s nothing.”
Rahim frowned, his brow furrowing as he noticed her obvious discomfort. “You don’t look fine. Why are you holding your robe like that? Is it causing you pain?”
Maya hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. “It’s… it’s just a little uncomfortable,” she admitted softly.
Without thinking, Rahim reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her robe. “Let me help,” he said gently, loosening the sash that held it closed. “Is that better?”
Maya’s eyes widened in shock as the robe fell open, revealing the thin blouse she wore underneath. The fabric clung to her skin, damp in patches where milk had leaked through. The full swell of her breasts was unmistakable, nipples visible beneath the nearly transparent material.
“Rahim-ji! Please…” she protested weakly, her face burning with embarrassment as she tried to pull the robe back around her.
But Rahim couldn’t tear his eyes away. He hadn’t noticed earlier how heavy her breasts were, or how they strained against the confines of her blouse. The sight stirred something deep within him, a heat that spread through his body despite his best efforts to remain composed.
“Maya,” he said quietly, guiding her to sit back down on the chair. “What’s going on? You’re clearly in pain.”
She hesitated for a long moment before finally speaking, her voice trembling with shame. “It’s my milk,” she confessed. “Even after feeding the baby, it builds up so much that it hurts. The pump I have is old and barely works. It’s unbearable sometimes.”
Rahim’s expression softened with sympathy. “Your husband...doesn’t he help?”
Maya shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. “He finds it disgusting. Calls me a cow, even if it’s supposed to be a joke. He hasn’t touched me since the baby was born.”
Rahim clenched his fists, anger flaring on her behalf. “That isn’t right, Maya. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.”
She wiped at her eyes, trying to compose herself. “I read online that sometimes… sometimes the milk won’t come out unless it’s pumped or… or sucked out,” she whispered, her cheeks flaming. “But the pump doesn’t work well, and the pain is worse when I try to stand or sleep straight. I hunch over to hide my chest, but it only makes it worse.”
Rahim felt a lump form in his throat, his heart aching for her. “Maya, that’s… I’m so sorry.”
She stood abruptly, clutching the robe around her again. “I should go,” she murmured, avoiding his gaze. “I need to try and relieve the pressure.”
Before Rahim could respond, Maya excused herself and hurried to the small basin area attached to the storage room. There was no door, just a nearly transparent curtain that offered little privacy. She lifted her blouse, revealing her bare breasts, and began to knead them gently in an attempt to release the milk.
From where he stood, Rahim caught a glimpse of her side profile through the curtain. His breath hitched as he watched her hands work over the heavy mounds, her frustration evident in the way she sighed and muttered under her breath. Only a few drops of milk trickled out, doing little to ease her pain.
Rahim felt a rush of conflicting emotions—sympathy, guilt, and an undeniable arousal that he struggled to suppress. He hadn’t been intimate with Lina in weeks, and the sight of Maya’s full, milk-heavy breasts stirred something primal within him. He forced himself to look away, but his mind replayed the image over and over.
“Maya,” he called gently, his voice strained. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
She froze mid-motion, realization dawning on her face as she turned slightly and saw him standing there. Her eyes widened in mortification, and she quickly pulled her blouse down, covering herself.
“Rahim-ji! I didn’t realize you could see..” Her voice broke off, and she looked as though she might cry. “I’m so sorry.”
Rahim shook his head quickly, his words coming out in a rush. “No, don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have… I mean, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Maya wrapped the robe tightly around herself again, her hands trembling. “I’m fine,” she lied, though her voice was barely above a whisper. “I should go back to the house.”
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