Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

"Ye bahot achcha hai, Bhabhi. Try kijiye. Gale ki kharash saaf karta hai, sharir ko thanda mahsoos karata hai jab bahar itni garmi aur baarish hai."
("This is very good, Bhabhi. Please try it. It clears the sore throat and makes the body feel cool when it is so hot and rainy outside.")
 
Simran brought the rim to her lips, took a small sip. The hot liquid slid down, tangy and bright, a little sweet at the end from the sugar he had added. She closed her eyes for a second.
 
(Mmm…iska taste aur smell bahot achcha hai, Bhola)
("Mmm… it tastes and smells very good, Bhola.")
 
He smiled a little, pleased. 
"Ji, Bhabhi."
 
They sat in easy silence for a moment, both sipping, the rain filling the background like a never-ending conversation. The lantern flame danced on the dining table, throwing soft gold light across the room.
 
Bhola looking toward the open veranda door where water curtained down, said
 
"Bhabhi.  Aisi barish aakhri baar tab huwa tha jab main gaon mein tha.… poora talab peeche wale mein pani bhar gaya tha, flood ho gaya tha. Subah uthke dekha toh gaayon ke tabele tak paani aa gaya tha. Bahut bhayanka barish huwa tha."
 
("Bhabhi, the last time it rained like this was when I was in the village. The entire pond behind was filled with water, it had flooded. When I woke up in the morning, the water had reached the cowshed. It had rained very heavily.")
 
Simran smiled faintly. 
"Achcha?"
 
"Ji. Gaayen dar rahi thi. Tabele mein hi sona pada tha uss raat. Raat bhar lalten leke baitha tha main … aise hi. Raat bhar baarish ki awaaz aur gaayon ke dar ke shor mein achcnak kab need aa gayi pata hi nehi chala. Subah uthke dekha to pani andar tak aagaya tha"
 
("Yes. The cows were scared. I had to sleep in the stable that night. I sat with a lantern all night... just like that. Amidst the sound of rain and the cows' fear, I didn't realize when the need suddenly arose. When I woke up in the morning, I saw that the water had reached inside.")
 
She tilted her head.
Kitne gayein hai tum logon ke paas?
("How many cows do you have back there?")
 
Bhola took another sip, thinking.
 
"Abhi saat hain. Pehle aath the, lekin ek ko bech diya tha. Sabse badi Sheetal hai… woh sabse zyada doodh deti hai. Baaki chhoti hain, lekin achhi hain."
("There are seven now. Earlier there were two, but one was sold. The eldest is Sheetal... she gives the most milk. The rest are small, but they are good.")
 
Simran nodded slowly, cradling the glass in both hands.
“Aaj raat bhi wo dare honge.”
("They must be scared tonight too.")
 
"Nehi nehi…. Jay bhaiya aur Komal Bhabhi dekh lenge."
("No no… Jai Bhaiya and Komal Bhabhi will take care of it.")
 
Simran listened, half-present, the warmth of the tea spreading through her chest, the cool breeze from the veranda brushing her bare legs.
 
Simran cradled her tea glass in both hands, the warmth seeping into her palms as she stared at the lantern flame flickering on the dining table. The rain outside had settled into a steady, almost comforting drone, but inside her head it was still storming. She took a slow sip, the lemon tang sharp on her tongue, then set the glass down carefully.