13-02-2026, 12:14 AM
Chapter-64:
Pulling her pants and pullover quickly, Tanvi rushed out of the Gym. She took a proper breath when she reached in front of her apartment door. She entered inside to see her children playing in the living room, and on a side glance, she found Sharda in the kitchen.
"You can go, Sharda", she updated softly and walked into the bedroom.
"Mumma, you are full of sweat!", her daughter yelled with a laugh, making her stop in her tracks.
"She peed in her pants", her son and daughter joined by pointing at her groin.
Tanvi closed the door, and went straight to the mirror. The horror she felt was nothing compared to anything previous. It wasn’t her groin alone, her ass seemed like someone spilled water over her back. As the pant was of light grey colour, Khurram's cum was plastered all over her buttocks, and as she forgot to pull her skin-short back into place, the entire load smeared onto the pant directly, making it wet, almost her entire buttocks area seemed to be drenched. Her ass looked tantalizingly erotic, the two curvy arches of her butt-loafs fully exposed with a narrow line of her yellow-shorts that looked like a piece of string that was not even required to be there. The sight was so consuming that she remained a few minutes admiring her own lewd nakedness.
Shame, remorse and anger hit her for what she did. Same day...twice...the matter she wanted to handle went straight out of hands...she was lost to the game that the vile old man played!
Later that night, Tanvi picked up the call from Sylvie. After explaining what happened, Sylvie was lost on how to help her friend further. Though she knew it was going to be hard, she never expected Tanvi to succumb like how she did.
"Tanvi, if you could consider this, please do it, okay", she paused.
Tanvi listened with swelling pain in her chest. "Yes", she replied.
"It's holidays from tomorrow, right, for the next two weeks?"
"Yes, it is"
"Okay, so, send the kids to your Mother's home, like tomorrow first thing"
"Why? Then, I will be all alone, and that mad man would bang me!"
"No, that won't happen. See, when you have children at home, he will not disturb you directly, but the moment they are out, and if I guess correctly, Sharda would be in league with him, she would inform him and then all hell would happen...if he come over and he does something in front of the kids, your position as their Mother would be gone...and if they aren't with you, at least you have that space to manipulate him, or at least play him for next few days till I reach there. Sitting here, I am unable to move a finger and it's killing me that I am not there to kick that Bastard on his damn balls"
"Yes, it makes sense", Tanvi agrees with the logic. But in reality, it didn't. The logic that her friend said was totally flawed. She knew it...after all, so far she wasn't able to stop Khurram, even with kids at home. But then, while thinking of how bad it could turn out if Khurram did anything in front of her Children, a scare that she never experienced came over her...trapping her thoughts into a gridlock.
"So, send them tomorrow morning and gear up yourself. Don't listen to follow what he asks. You did one thing right, by denying him the photo threat. That was the wise move. It would definitely make him confused. But then, we really need to get it from him, no other option. Also, remember not to let him have another score with you. That's most important. Tanvi. Just hold on till I reach, we will figure this out. I will not let your life get destroyed by anyone, I am there with you"
Tanvi felt better, much better once she had the conversation with Sylvie. There was something in Hansa's call that she couldn't put her finger into. There was something...
It bothered her too much..."the flaw in Sylvie's logic". Yet, thinking of her Children, she knew clearly that she had to make up her mind.
Next day morning, Tanvi called her Mother and she wasn’t feeling well to pick up the Kids. So, it happened that her Grandmother, her ‘Jiri-san’ or ‘Oba’chan’ as she lovingly called, would arrive to her home. Once agreed, she prepared her Kids.
"Oba'achan!", Tanvi exclaimed, her voice breaking with a mixture of relief and hidden agony as her grandmother arrived. After they exchanged the traditional aisatsu "greetings" in Japanese tradition, the questioning began. Tanvi’s heart hammered against her ribs as she outright denied any trouble regarding Sanjoth and Khurram, her words came out in a practiced, defensive blur. She carefully navigated the conversation like a minefield, avoiding any mention of the gym or the violation that still felt like a physical burn on her skin. When her Grandmother specifically asked again about Sanjoth, she offered a hollow, reasonable explanation about a business trip, her face a mask of ga'mman "stoic endurance".
Before leaving, the elder woman’s sharp eyes softened, and she pulled Tanvi back into the quiet sanctuary of the house. "Tanvi-san, mi'te "my sweet baby|...look at me. I can see you are hiding a heavy himitsu "secret" in your heart. I will wait until you are ready to speak," she said, her voice steady and grounding. Then her Jiri-san paused and looked at her with an affectionate smile.
"But listen closely. We are the women of this house, and we are not Gei'sha. Our bodies are not trophies for others to claim; they are our own sacred temples. We alone decide who is worthy to enter." Her grandmother’s grip tightened, offering a surge of chik'aara "strength". Tanvi listened to her Grandmother's continuing voice. "If someone takes from you without your ky'oka "permission", that is not a 'conduct'...it is a crime against your soul. If such a thing has happened, you...and ONLY YOU...hold the power to strike back. I will stand by you through any storm, but never forget your shut'aais'ei "self-perseverance". You are the most important thing in your world, wak'atta? "Understood?" She pulled Tanvi into a fierce, lingering hug before finally stepping away.
Tanvi sensed relief and anxiety kicking in together and at-once the moment after her Kids and Grandmother left her home. It was around afternoon that she felt too vulnerable and alone. She was in fact, alone. As she sat thinking of what the rest of the day carried for her, she heard and saw Sharda, her maid walking in.
"No children, Madamji?", Sharda started side-talk as she brought two cups of Coffee and sat on the floor beside her.
"They have a short vacation, and will return after it, Sharda"
"Oh, when will they come back?", suddenly Sharda seemed excited and unnecessarily nosy.
Noticing her tone, Tanvi gave a bland response. "Maybe tomorrow, I think", she lied.
"Oh, if they came back after the Devi Pooja at Basti, it would be great, no Didi?"
"Yeah, it would be better", Tanvi sat back with horror when she realised what she just blurted. It was visibly evident from her maid's grinning face.
"So, will you come, Madamji? Please, help me out this one time, I beg of you, please?"
Pulling her pants and pullover quickly, Tanvi rushed out of the Gym. She took a proper breath when she reached in front of her apartment door. She entered inside to see her children playing in the living room, and on a side glance, she found Sharda in the kitchen.
"You can go, Sharda", she updated softly and walked into the bedroom.
"Mumma, you are full of sweat!", her daughter yelled with a laugh, making her stop in her tracks.
"She peed in her pants", her son and daughter joined by pointing at her groin.
Tanvi closed the door, and went straight to the mirror. The horror she felt was nothing compared to anything previous. It wasn’t her groin alone, her ass seemed like someone spilled water over her back. As the pant was of light grey colour, Khurram's cum was plastered all over her buttocks, and as she forgot to pull her skin-short back into place, the entire load smeared onto the pant directly, making it wet, almost her entire buttocks area seemed to be drenched. Her ass looked tantalizingly erotic, the two curvy arches of her butt-loafs fully exposed with a narrow line of her yellow-shorts that looked like a piece of string that was not even required to be there. The sight was so consuming that she remained a few minutes admiring her own lewd nakedness.
Shame, remorse and anger hit her for what she did. Same day...twice...the matter she wanted to handle went straight out of hands...she was lost to the game that the vile old man played!
Later that night, Tanvi picked up the call from Sylvie. After explaining what happened, Sylvie was lost on how to help her friend further. Though she knew it was going to be hard, she never expected Tanvi to succumb like how she did.
"Tanvi, if you could consider this, please do it, okay", she paused.
Tanvi listened with swelling pain in her chest. "Yes", she replied.
"It's holidays from tomorrow, right, for the next two weeks?"
"Yes, it is"
"Okay, so, send the kids to your Mother's home, like tomorrow first thing"
"Why? Then, I will be all alone, and that mad man would bang me!"
"No, that won't happen. See, when you have children at home, he will not disturb you directly, but the moment they are out, and if I guess correctly, Sharda would be in league with him, she would inform him and then all hell would happen...if he come over and he does something in front of the kids, your position as their Mother would be gone...and if they aren't with you, at least you have that space to manipulate him, or at least play him for next few days till I reach there. Sitting here, I am unable to move a finger and it's killing me that I am not there to kick that Bastard on his damn balls"
"Yes, it makes sense", Tanvi agrees with the logic. But in reality, it didn't. The logic that her friend said was totally flawed. She knew it...after all, so far she wasn't able to stop Khurram, even with kids at home. But then, while thinking of how bad it could turn out if Khurram did anything in front of her Children, a scare that she never experienced came over her...trapping her thoughts into a gridlock.
"So, send them tomorrow morning and gear up yourself. Don't listen to follow what he asks. You did one thing right, by denying him the photo threat. That was the wise move. It would definitely make him confused. But then, we really need to get it from him, no other option. Also, remember not to let him have another score with you. That's most important. Tanvi. Just hold on till I reach, we will figure this out. I will not let your life get destroyed by anyone, I am there with you"
Tanvi felt better, much better once she had the conversation with Sylvie. There was something in Hansa's call that she couldn't put her finger into. There was something...
It bothered her too much..."the flaw in Sylvie's logic". Yet, thinking of her Children, she knew clearly that she had to make up her mind.
Next day morning, Tanvi called her Mother and she wasn’t feeling well to pick up the Kids. So, it happened that her Grandmother, her ‘Jiri-san’ or ‘Oba’chan’ as she lovingly called, would arrive to her home. Once agreed, she prepared her Kids.
"Oba'achan!", Tanvi exclaimed, her voice breaking with a mixture of relief and hidden agony as her grandmother arrived. After they exchanged the traditional aisatsu "greetings" in Japanese tradition, the questioning began. Tanvi’s heart hammered against her ribs as she outright denied any trouble regarding Sanjoth and Khurram, her words came out in a practiced, defensive blur. She carefully navigated the conversation like a minefield, avoiding any mention of the gym or the violation that still felt like a physical burn on her skin. When her Grandmother specifically asked again about Sanjoth, she offered a hollow, reasonable explanation about a business trip, her face a mask of ga'mman "stoic endurance".
Before leaving, the elder woman’s sharp eyes softened, and she pulled Tanvi back into the quiet sanctuary of the house. "Tanvi-san, mi'te "my sweet baby|...look at me. I can see you are hiding a heavy himitsu "secret" in your heart. I will wait until you are ready to speak," she said, her voice steady and grounding. Then her Jiri-san paused and looked at her with an affectionate smile.
"But listen closely. We are the women of this house, and we are not Gei'sha. Our bodies are not trophies for others to claim; they are our own sacred temples. We alone decide who is worthy to enter." Her grandmother’s grip tightened, offering a surge of chik'aara "strength". Tanvi listened to her Grandmother's continuing voice. "If someone takes from you without your ky'oka "permission", that is not a 'conduct'...it is a crime against your soul. If such a thing has happened, you...and ONLY YOU...hold the power to strike back. I will stand by you through any storm, but never forget your shut'aais'ei "self-perseverance". You are the most important thing in your world, wak'atta? "Understood?" She pulled Tanvi into a fierce, lingering hug before finally stepping away.
Tanvi sensed relief and anxiety kicking in together and at-once the moment after her Kids and Grandmother left her home. It was around afternoon that she felt too vulnerable and alone. She was in fact, alone. As she sat thinking of what the rest of the day carried for her, she heard and saw Sharda, her maid walking in.
"No children, Madamji?", Sharda started side-talk as she brought two cups of Coffee and sat on the floor beside her.
"They have a short vacation, and will return after it, Sharda"
"Oh, when will they come back?", suddenly Sharda seemed excited and unnecessarily nosy.
Noticing her tone, Tanvi gave a bland response. "Maybe tomorrow, I think", she lied.
"Oh, if they came back after the Devi Pooja at Basti, it would be great, no Didi?"
"Yeah, it would be better", Tanvi sat back with horror when she realised what she just blurted. It was visibly evident from her maid's grinning face.
"So, will you come, Madamji? Please, help me out this one time, I beg of you, please?"
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