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Chapter 6
"Rupu.... you didn't even show up!! Do you realise how hard it was to find the adress and specially asking the locals with my broken Hindi!"
Rupu turned on the hall AC as Komolini settled on the sofa and took a deep breath as she studied her cousin's cozy home. Rupu was quiet as she just stood by the window and gazed at the small shops being dim lit with small bulbs and the crowd gathering around typically but the fact was, the visit to the prison wasn't anything positive or fruity.
Hiyan was taking a shower from the exhausting train journey as the memory of the man helping with the suitcase lingered inside his mind and the more he felt sn apparent groin rub from the unknown stranger, the more he closed his eyes under the cascading water and felt obliged to recollect the awful moments of his anal assault by his senior.
Small clips of the cock entering his unprepared hole and the grunts from his senior with the humiliating whispers of how he was a criminal's son kept roaming in slides inside his mind and he thumped the wall hard and grunted in small groans to feel better. His hands in a firm fist against the wall as the water drenched him further onto his vengeance worn face as his brows twisted with a low moan.....
"I must have pappa back!"
On the other hand, Rupu prepared some coffee for all three of them and kept Hiyan's cup covered with a lid as Komolini waited for Hiyan to come out so she could change into another saree and immediately leave for the prison visit.
"This Hiyan....he takes so much time for his shower uff..... " Komolini wanted the shower so bad afterall, her labia juices had made her groin area itchy and that was because of that silly but arousing hallucination with that unknown marathi man and she hated to admit it but felt her high cheek bones turning crimson until Rupu sat besides her with the two cups of coffee.
No sooner had the cups settled on the center table, Komolini asked....."Rupu what's wrong, is it a problem if we visit Probal right now? Look....I am highly...distre...."
But the line remained incomplete as Rupu cut through it like a slicing knife....
"No Komo di, there is no need ..."
"No need?"
"They won't allow you to meet Probal until......" Rupu stopped and looked up to see Hiyan getting out with a towel wiping his hair. Her heart ached and she felt awkward in telling the truth to a mother of a grown up college boy who was just next room.
"Rupu!!!!!! What is it??"
Komolini felt irked to the fullest by now. She felt her cousin's lips fumbling and almost as if a tension creeped within her body everywhere.
A silence had taken place and Rupu had almost begun..... "Komo di, you might have to sle......"
But with a quick thump she stopped as Hiyan wore a fresh tshirt and joined them with a concerning voice....
"Maa....get freshened up! We need to leave now...."
"No Hiyan....not tonight, there is no appointment made...." Rupu passed his coffee mug and gestured him to sit calm but Hiyan lost his cool....
"Aunty what do you mean???? I want to meet pappa Goddamnit!!!!!!"
Rupu just remained calm and told Hiyan to sit quietly and assured him in other ways....."we will visit him soon Hiyan...."
Hiyan had something more to say but Komolini touched his shoulder and blinked softly in her usual motherly way which somewhat calmed him down and then she admonished him...."it's not meant to be a vacation Hiyan, get to your studies...."
With a half hearted expression, Hiyan went back to the room leaving Komolini with Rupu along with a strange silence that surrounded them. Taking a slow sip from her mug, she insisted Rupu to open up.....
"Rupu, what is it? Tell me everything....I can't bear this tension!"
"Realising Hiyan's complete absence, Rupu finally spilled the beans slowly based on her visit to the prison in the morning....
Flashback to the morning visit -
After Probal spilled out each detail to Rupu inside the cozy dim prison corridor, he breathed out a big sigh and smacked his head in helplessness. His condition was weakening slowly due to the mediocre diet offered to him and his facial hair unkempt to the point he resembled a worn out defeated man already.
Rupu touched his shoulder and excused herself from the cell and immediately reached Ganpat Gawande who sat on his chair and had two havaldars massage his shoulders almost like his personal slaves.
"Insp Gawande..... My client has told each and everything about his innocence and I know Minister Aapte is involved!"
"So? I have seen the proof myself too!" Ganpat puffed out his cigarette and shouted at the havaldars to be more firm. The loud tone was enough to stirr Rupu as her nipples felt a breeze pass by them and her groin area puffed a burp out for some reason. The sensation was embarrassing with her lower lips throbbing right there as she was demanding bail for her client and being aroused by Ganpat's loud voice at the same time.
Still, adjusting her hair, Rupu pleaded...."please....let me have the proofs, I can free my client!!"
"Hmmmm one condition!"
"Condition?" Rupu raised an eyebrow and saw the officer get up and adjust his pants before sitting again. That was when she was quite sure she saw his bulge well humped against his khaki trouser and she gasped softly at the sheer size of it almost as if the man had stuffed a 300 ml beer can inside, but then her mental trance broke when Gawande opened his phone and showed it to her.
"This picture....it's his wife right?"
Rupu realised it was surely Komolini's picture. She was dbangd in a silky maroon saree with a navy blue sleeveless blouse and she gazed at the camera with a purse in her hand while a clean shaved Probal in blazer stood by her with his hand around her shoulder.
"I need her!" Ganpat puffed out some clearly sarcastic smoke and sat back on his chair leaving Rupu totally confused as she took a deep breath and sternly spat back....
"I didn't get you!"
"You clearly did vakil sahiba! Think again. Just one night and I will release her husband!"
Rupu got up immediately and thumped the table before leaving...."You are a disgusting creep!!"
The only thing Rupu easily heard was the sarcastic chuckles from Ganpat as she crossed the threshold of the prison.
................
Now back to present, a creepy silence took place in the entire hall. With her mouth covered with both hands, Rupu didn't just gather the courage to face her cousin who was as silent as a coffin in the grave. Unaware of all this, Hiyan continued his studies since he was in middle of wn assignment which he took special permission for completing it during the trip to Pune.
The first crack in the silence finally appeared with the lowest yet bewildered tone from Komolini....
"Did.....did..he actually....say....such a thing??"
"Yes Komo di..."
The statement made Komolini shiver as if a tremor entered a silent calm village. Although the village suffered from drought and dryness and it was the most frightening anticipation with a thrill of a dark curiosity within. Komolini got up and stood by the window taking a deep breath and scolding herself to why she felt mischievous shivers like she was a virgin girl about to go on a date.
This was a tyrant cop asking her to sleep with him in exchange of her husband's bail!
"Rupu....you didn't even try....."
"No Komo di.......I tried to bail him, but the judge was easily sold!"
Komolini could sense a genuine greif in her cousin's tone but even if she hadn't met Ganpat Gawande, he was the worst enemy in her eyes now. Holding the grill firm, she kept quiet while Rupu continued with a rub on her cousin's blouse clad shoulder...."Komo di.....I will try finding a w...."
But she was shut firm when Komolini turned to face her and having her big orbs up and then dropping them gently, she sternly murmured....
"I want to meet Insp. Gawande!!"
Rupu was shocked....."No Komo di..... Don't do this please.....think of Hiyan....you are a middle aged mot...."
"Don't tell him anything..... I want to hear it from that bastard myself!"
........
The night refused to settle into silence.
After dinner, Komolini quietly slipped into her favourite parrot-green nightie, the familiar cotton falling gently over the soft contours of her body. She paused before the old dressing mirror, absent-mindedly running a comb through her thick black hair, now interrupted here and there by stubborn little silver strands that shimmered beneath the yellow bulb. Time had changed her, but it had done so with remarkable kindness.
The years of ordinary middle-class living had spread themselves evenly across her frame instead of weighing heavily upon it. She had grown fuller rather than stout, gently curvaceous rather than imposing. As she sat down, two tiny folds appeared at her modest belly beneath the nightie, disappearing again whenever she straightened her posture. Her ample bosom rested naturally against the fabric, giving her a dignified, maternal grace that no expensive beauty treatment could imitate. She studied herself for a long moment, wondering when exactly she had begun looking less like the young bride in old albums and more like the dependable woman everyone instinctively leaned upon.
Despite the awful words from Rupu just a while ago, a faint smile tugged at her lips.
"The green looks ravishing on you, Komo..."
The memory drifted back with startling clarity. Probal's voice had always carried that teasing warmth, as though he had discovered a secret no one else could see.
She remembered the countless evenings when those words were inevitably followed by affectionate little kisses upon her shoulder while he stood behind her, making her laugh despite herself—until Hiyan's impatient voice from the dining room would echo through the house.
"Maa! Dinner!"
The spell would always break then.
She smiled again, though the smile faded almost immediately.
As her comb slowed, another memory crept forward—this one darker, unwelcome. Rupu's disturbing words resurfaced from some neglected corner of her mind, words she had spent months trying not to remember. They had left behind no clear sentence anymore, only an unpleasant feeling, like dampness trapped beneath old walls. She shook her head instinctively, trying to brush the thought away along with a loose strand of hair.
The room felt unusually still.
Too still.
Without warning, the reflection behind her began to blur. Shadows gathered in the mirror's corners like thin ribbons of mist, curling lazily upward. The haze thickened, almost playfully, until it seemed to spill from the edges of the dressing table itself. Komolini blinked once.
Twice.
Then someone emerged from within the pale fog.
"Boo."
Her breath caught violently.
"P... Probbb...aaall..."
For one impossible heartbeat, she believed.
"There now," he whispered with the same familiar smile. "Shhh... don't wake Hiyan."
There he stood exactly as memory insisted he should—clean-shaven except for the thin moustache resting above his lip, thick curly hair refusing to stay in place, eyes dancing with the same harmless mischief that had irritated and charmed her in equal measure for decades.
He stepped closer.
Closer.
His fingers lightly gathered a small handful of her matronly hip through the nightie, drawing her toward him until she could almost imagine the warmth of another living body. She felt what seemed like the faintest tremor of breath near the curve of her neck and a gentle but prominent nudge of his aroused groin against her big buttocks through the nightie.
"Hmmm... my favourite green nightie."
His nose brushed gently against her hair as though inhaling a fragrance he had missed for years.
Komolini closed her eyes.
The room disappeared.
Every forgotten comfort, every ordinary evening they had once shared, seemed to rush back at once. A tiny, involuntary sigh escaped her lips as tears gathered beneath her closed eyelids.
"Stay..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please... don't disappear again..."
Silence.
The warmth vanished.
The breath.
The fingers.
Everything.
Her eyes flew open.
Only the empty mirror stared back.
No mist.
No Probal.
No smiling reflection waiting behind her.
Just herself.
The loneliness struck so suddenly that anger surged through her chest. For one reckless instant she wanted to smash the mirror into glittering pieces, to punish it for giving her hope she had no right to feel.
Then the illusion shattered completely.
"Maa..."
Hiyan's loud, sleepy whimper came from the bed.
The ordinary sound tore through the room like daylight breaking into a dream.
Komolini lowered her trembling hand, took a slow breath, and turned away from the mirror, leaving behind the ghost that had never truly been there. Forgetting evrything, the mother inside her showed up as she rushed to her whimpering son and she rubbed his chest trying to wake him up.....
"Hiyan??? What's wrong shona???"
But Hiyan clutched the pillow firm and pleaded.....
"Maa....naaa uhhhh save me ....save me from these monsters!!!"
Komolini was left confused as she sat besides her whimpering son who had trickles of sweat beads on his forehead and looked tensed and perhaps much more then it.
Whispering his name, trying to wake him up, Komolini wondered....
"What monsters is he referring to??"
"Rupu.... you didn't even show up!! Do you realise how hard it was to find the adress and specially asking the locals with my broken Hindi!"
Rupu turned on the hall AC as Komolini settled on the sofa and took a deep breath as she studied her cousin's cozy home. Rupu was quiet as she just stood by the window and gazed at the small shops being dim lit with small bulbs and the crowd gathering around typically but the fact was, the visit to the prison wasn't anything positive or fruity.
Hiyan was taking a shower from the exhausting train journey as the memory of the man helping with the suitcase lingered inside his mind and the more he felt sn apparent groin rub from the unknown stranger, the more he closed his eyes under the cascading water and felt obliged to recollect the awful moments of his anal assault by his senior.
Small clips of the cock entering his unprepared hole and the grunts from his senior with the humiliating whispers of how he was a criminal's son kept roaming in slides inside his mind and he thumped the wall hard and grunted in small groans to feel better. His hands in a firm fist against the wall as the water drenched him further onto his vengeance worn face as his brows twisted with a low moan.....
"I must have pappa back!"
On the other hand, Rupu prepared some coffee for all three of them and kept Hiyan's cup covered with a lid as Komolini waited for Hiyan to come out so she could change into another saree and immediately leave for the prison visit.
"This Hiyan....he takes so much time for his shower uff..... " Komolini wanted the shower so bad afterall, her labia juices had made her groin area itchy and that was because of that silly but arousing hallucination with that unknown marathi man and she hated to admit it but felt her high cheek bones turning crimson until Rupu sat besides her with the two cups of coffee.
No sooner had the cups settled on the center table, Komolini asked....."Rupu what's wrong, is it a problem if we visit Probal right now? Look....I am highly...distre...."
But the line remained incomplete as Rupu cut through it like a slicing knife....
"No Komo di, there is no need ..."
"No need?"
"They won't allow you to meet Probal until......" Rupu stopped and looked up to see Hiyan getting out with a towel wiping his hair. Her heart ached and she felt awkward in telling the truth to a mother of a grown up college boy who was just next room.
"Rupu!!!!!! What is it??"
Komolini felt irked to the fullest by now. She felt her cousin's lips fumbling and almost as if a tension creeped within her body everywhere.
A silence had taken place and Rupu had almost begun..... "Komo di, you might have to sle......"
But with a quick thump she stopped as Hiyan wore a fresh tshirt and joined them with a concerning voice....
"Maa....get freshened up! We need to leave now...."
"No Hiyan....not tonight, there is no appointment made...." Rupu passed his coffee mug and gestured him to sit calm but Hiyan lost his cool....
"Aunty what do you mean???? I want to meet pappa Goddamnit!!!!!!"
Rupu just remained calm and told Hiyan to sit quietly and assured him in other ways....."we will visit him soon Hiyan...."
Hiyan had something more to say but Komolini touched his shoulder and blinked softly in her usual motherly way which somewhat calmed him down and then she admonished him...."it's not meant to be a vacation Hiyan, get to your studies...."
With a half hearted expression, Hiyan went back to the room leaving Komolini with Rupu along with a strange silence that surrounded them. Taking a slow sip from her mug, she insisted Rupu to open up.....
"Rupu, what is it? Tell me everything....I can't bear this tension!"
"Realising Hiyan's complete absence, Rupu finally spilled the beans slowly based on her visit to the prison in the morning....
Flashback to the morning visit -
After Probal spilled out each detail to Rupu inside the cozy dim prison corridor, he breathed out a big sigh and smacked his head in helplessness. His condition was weakening slowly due to the mediocre diet offered to him and his facial hair unkempt to the point he resembled a worn out defeated man already.
Rupu touched his shoulder and excused herself from the cell and immediately reached Ganpat Gawande who sat on his chair and had two havaldars massage his shoulders almost like his personal slaves.
"Insp Gawande..... My client has told each and everything about his innocence and I know Minister Aapte is involved!"
"So? I have seen the proof myself too!" Ganpat puffed out his cigarette and shouted at the havaldars to be more firm. The loud tone was enough to stirr Rupu as her nipples felt a breeze pass by them and her groin area puffed a burp out for some reason. The sensation was embarrassing with her lower lips throbbing right there as she was demanding bail for her client and being aroused by Ganpat's loud voice at the same time.
Still, adjusting her hair, Rupu pleaded...."please....let me have the proofs, I can free my client!!"
"Hmmmm one condition!"
"Condition?" Rupu raised an eyebrow and saw the officer get up and adjust his pants before sitting again. That was when she was quite sure she saw his bulge well humped against his khaki trouser and she gasped softly at the sheer size of it almost as if the man had stuffed a 300 ml beer can inside, but then her mental trance broke when Gawande opened his phone and showed it to her.
"This picture....it's his wife right?"
Rupu realised it was surely Komolini's picture. She was dbangd in a silky maroon saree with a navy blue sleeveless blouse and she gazed at the camera with a purse in her hand while a clean shaved Probal in blazer stood by her with his hand around her shoulder.
"I need her!" Ganpat puffed out some clearly sarcastic smoke and sat back on his chair leaving Rupu totally confused as she took a deep breath and sternly spat back....
"I didn't get you!"
"You clearly did vakil sahiba! Think again. Just one night and I will release her husband!"
Rupu got up immediately and thumped the table before leaving...."You are a disgusting creep!!"
The only thing Rupu easily heard was the sarcastic chuckles from Ganpat as she crossed the threshold of the prison.
................
Now back to present, a creepy silence took place in the entire hall. With her mouth covered with both hands, Rupu didn't just gather the courage to face her cousin who was as silent as a coffin in the grave. Unaware of all this, Hiyan continued his studies since he was in middle of wn assignment which he took special permission for completing it during the trip to Pune.
The first crack in the silence finally appeared with the lowest yet bewildered tone from Komolini....
"Did.....did..he actually....say....such a thing??"
"Yes Komo di..."
The statement made Komolini shiver as if a tremor entered a silent calm village. Although the village suffered from drought and dryness and it was the most frightening anticipation with a thrill of a dark curiosity within. Komolini got up and stood by the window taking a deep breath and scolding herself to why she felt mischievous shivers like she was a virgin girl about to go on a date.
This was a tyrant cop asking her to sleep with him in exchange of her husband's bail!
"Rupu....you didn't even try....."
"No Komo di.......I tried to bail him, but the judge was easily sold!"
Komolini could sense a genuine greif in her cousin's tone but even if she hadn't met Ganpat Gawande, he was the worst enemy in her eyes now. Holding the grill firm, she kept quiet while Rupu continued with a rub on her cousin's blouse clad shoulder...."Komo di.....I will try finding a w...."
But she was shut firm when Komolini turned to face her and having her big orbs up and then dropping them gently, she sternly murmured....
"I want to meet Insp. Gawande!!"
Rupu was shocked....."No Komo di..... Don't do this please.....think of Hiyan....you are a middle aged mot...."
"Don't tell him anything..... I want to hear it from that bastard myself!"
........
The night refused to settle into silence.
After dinner, Komolini quietly slipped into her favourite parrot-green nightie, the familiar cotton falling gently over the soft contours of her body. She paused before the old dressing mirror, absent-mindedly running a comb through her thick black hair, now interrupted here and there by stubborn little silver strands that shimmered beneath the yellow bulb. Time had changed her, but it had done so with remarkable kindness.
The years of ordinary middle-class living had spread themselves evenly across her frame instead of weighing heavily upon it. She had grown fuller rather than stout, gently curvaceous rather than imposing. As she sat down, two tiny folds appeared at her modest belly beneath the nightie, disappearing again whenever she straightened her posture. Her ample bosom rested naturally against the fabric, giving her a dignified, maternal grace that no expensive beauty treatment could imitate. She studied herself for a long moment, wondering when exactly she had begun looking less like the young bride in old albums and more like the dependable woman everyone instinctively leaned upon.
Despite the awful words from Rupu just a while ago, a faint smile tugged at her lips.
"The green looks ravishing on you, Komo..."
The memory drifted back with startling clarity. Probal's voice had always carried that teasing warmth, as though he had discovered a secret no one else could see.
She remembered the countless evenings when those words were inevitably followed by affectionate little kisses upon her shoulder while he stood behind her, making her laugh despite herself—until Hiyan's impatient voice from the dining room would echo through the house.
"Maa! Dinner!"
The spell would always break then.
She smiled again, though the smile faded almost immediately.
As her comb slowed, another memory crept forward—this one darker, unwelcome. Rupu's disturbing words resurfaced from some neglected corner of her mind, words she had spent months trying not to remember. They had left behind no clear sentence anymore, only an unpleasant feeling, like dampness trapped beneath old walls. She shook her head instinctively, trying to brush the thought away along with a loose strand of hair.
The room felt unusually still.
Too still.
Without warning, the reflection behind her began to blur. Shadows gathered in the mirror's corners like thin ribbons of mist, curling lazily upward. The haze thickened, almost playfully, until it seemed to spill from the edges of the dressing table itself. Komolini blinked once.
Twice.
Then someone emerged from within the pale fog.
"Boo."
Her breath caught violently.
"P... Probbb...aaall..."
For one impossible heartbeat, she believed.
"There now," he whispered with the same familiar smile. "Shhh... don't wake Hiyan."
There he stood exactly as memory insisted he should—clean-shaven except for the thin moustache resting above his lip, thick curly hair refusing to stay in place, eyes dancing with the same harmless mischief that had irritated and charmed her in equal measure for decades.
He stepped closer.
Closer.
His fingers lightly gathered a small handful of her matronly hip through the nightie, drawing her toward him until she could almost imagine the warmth of another living body. She felt what seemed like the faintest tremor of breath near the curve of her neck and a gentle but prominent nudge of his aroused groin against her big buttocks through the nightie.
"Hmmm... my favourite green nightie."
His nose brushed gently against her hair as though inhaling a fragrance he had missed for years.
Komolini closed her eyes.
The room disappeared.
Every forgotten comfort, every ordinary evening they had once shared, seemed to rush back at once. A tiny, involuntary sigh escaped her lips as tears gathered beneath her closed eyelids.
"Stay..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please... don't disappear again..."
Silence.
The warmth vanished.
The breath.
The fingers.
Everything.
Her eyes flew open.
Only the empty mirror stared back.
No mist.
No Probal.
No smiling reflection waiting behind her.
Just herself.
The loneliness struck so suddenly that anger surged through her chest. For one reckless instant she wanted to smash the mirror into glittering pieces, to punish it for giving her hope she had no right to feel.
Then the illusion shattered completely.
"Maa..."
Hiyan's loud, sleepy whimper came from the bed.
The ordinary sound tore through the room like daylight breaking into a dream.
Komolini lowered her trembling hand, took a slow breath, and turned away from the mirror, leaving behind the ghost that had never truly been there. Forgetting evrything, the mother inside her showed up as she rushed to her whimpering son and she rubbed his chest trying to wake him up.....
"Hiyan??? What's wrong shona???"
But Hiyan clutched the pillow firm and pleaded.....
"Maa....naaa uhhhh save me ....save me from these monsters!!!"
Komolini was left confused as she sat besides her whimpering son who had trickles of sweat beads on his forehead and looked tensed and perhaps much more then it.
Whispering his name, trying to wake him up, Komolini wondered....
"What monsters is he referring to??"
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