04-07-2026, 05:24 AM
Chapter 9
"Probal..."
The whisper reached him before the footsteps did.
Probal's bruised body shivered. Slowly, almost fearfully, he lifted his head.
His swollen eyes widened.
"Komo..."
For a fleeting second, he forgot the iron bars digging into his palms, the smell of stale urine, dried blood, damp concrete, and rust that had become his world.
With wide doe like eyes, Komolini stood outside the cell.
He barely noticed the unusually delicate sari dbangd around her. What struck him instead was the strange glow upon her face—a spark that was neither happiness nor grief. It unsettled him.
It frightened him.
And yet... somewhere beneath the fear, it soothed him.
"K... Komo..."
Probal barely could speak. He was out of words. Komolini walked upto him and touched his hands and he squirms immediately. Later she realises his knuckles were full of small rashes clearly for being thrashed by a baton.
"H.. how did this happen?" Komolini soothed her long nails on her husband's knuckles which made him close his eyes....
"Tell me you commited the crime yourself!!!"
"Noooo!!"
"Last time! Saala Madarchod, tell me you did it!!"
"No I bloody didn't!!!"
TTTHHWAACK!
Ganpat thrashed his belt straight on Probal's knuckles as he let out a mild scream and then...
"Probal??"
Probal didn't feel the need to explain the details to his wife. However, the shimmering color choice of the saree bothered him for some reason and he noticed a spark in her eyes.
A positive spark?
But for what?
The questions bothered Probal as Komolini took a deep breath and finally opened her glossy lips to utter some words which weren't expected by her husband at the least.
I spoke to insp Gawande..... He is willing to let you be released for a week out of unofficial bail.
"Uun... official bb..bail?"
Probal seemed confused to say the least. He had been thrashed last night severely by Ganpat, as much as every other nights and his slept wounds suddenly throbbed at the strange statement.
Komolini looked at his eyes. How could she say the next set of words she wondered although a strange unknown shiver took place deep within her. A darker mischievous sort of a tremor which disturbed her mind and yet she had to tell the truth.
Komolini stopped and then looked at a havaldar nearby ...."I need to go....inside!"
The havaldar looked at Ganpat standing at the other end and he nodded softly. His presence was seen by Probal whose eyes turned red in anger but he shook his thoughts with the sound of the lock opening and the moment Komolini stepped in, she glanced at Ganpat who smiled back in a sheer naughty manner that made Probal raise his eyebrows and look at his wife in absolute tension.
"K..Komo....wha...what's happening? What is this unofficial bail????"
"Probal relax.....listen to me carefully...it's a wierd solution but promise me you will not mistrust me....I am uhmm doing this for your release!"
"Will you tell me ssssssss uh aah what's wrong?" Probal couldn't speak fluently. His spine ached as Ganpat thrashed his belt on his spine like a dhobi would thrash clothes on the hard deck. His soul was still firm despite the marks of rashes on his body and now the exact contrast was his wife wearing a slim blouse and a thin saree in such a place. Little did he know what horror awaited him.
"Listen Probal..... Just for your release....I...." She stopped out of the fear to hurt her husband more further.
Probal thrashed his hands on the bars and caught her shoulders firm....
"Tell me Komo what is it please!!!'
Just then a havaldar ran inside with a sitting tool and the other came with a soft drink for specifically Komolini who was surprised as Probal was confused. Infact the havaldar who offered a soft drink to Komolini passed a disdainful gaze towards Probal and murmured sarcastically....."Saala mujrim kahin ka!"
"Aaayeeeeeeeeee you!!!!" Probal lost his cool and was about to grab hold the havaldars collar but Komolini stopped him......."calm down" and dismissed the man, refusing to accept the drink and just then she went near her husband and locked eye to eye.
"What did he...say Komo...and why is he bailing me??"
"Listen Probal..... It's an odd solution...but we have to mutually agree for s divorce!"
Divorce!
Probal shifted his hands from her shoulder, unable to believe her.
.................
Meanwhile -
"What were you doing in my room Hiyan?"
Hiyan stopped watching his phone and gazed up to see Rupu wrapped in just a fluffy pink towel around her curvy body with a prominent cleavage quite visible to his youthful eyes. However, he simply stood out of guilt, tossing his phone aside...
"Aunty.....I...."
"You sniffed my panty right?" Rupu had a soft demeanour but nevertheless a strange obscure slutty tone as she walked with a small shed of droplets passing off her wet long hair strands with each step as Hiyan couldn't help but admire his own aunt. Her thick and shapely legs quite visible as she slowly walked and finally reached him.
Raising an eyebrow she asked again..... "You are my cousin's son, doesn't mean you will behave like that!"
Hiyan felt his heart throb out of guilt. He forgot about his father and mother and just got mentally engrossed in the current guilt weaven moment.
"I didn't do it in purpose......I.."
Rupu stepped closer...."sssssshhhh relax sweetie!"
The ambience around Hiyan became very tense as he stepped back till his spine hit the wall and Rupu touched his chest through the tshirt and blue the curl of hair around his ears. He felt his dick rise up slowly inside his pants.
"Liked the smell didn't you?" Rupu caressed his fair soft face with the small stubble on his chin as he felt a wicked shiver inside him. He took a deep breath and managed to say..."sorry aunty I won't ...I promise!"
"Silly, when did I say I didn't like it!" Rupu blew some more hair strands from his ear as he then felt her travel her wet hands all the way around his chest, his abdomen till she reached his bulge which wasn't quite the masculine thick one, rather a small tent indicating his dong was more of a ding!
"Hmmmmmmmm someone is aroused so bad!" Rupu tapped the head portion within the tent. Hiyan shivered and protested...."chii aunty dd...dnt do thhiss...hmmm aaah!"
Rupu didn't give him the opportunity to speak ahead, rather kept playing with his mediocre bulge which she easily grabbed with merely three fingers and soon mauled and kneaded the entire tent. Hiyan had his porn experiences but he rarely did it and now after a long time of tension of his father's awful plight, he was feeling his chemicals rush out again, although in the dream he felt his dick stirr as well but not in the normal way as Rupu was doing now.
"You enjoyed the dream didn't you sweetie pie?" Rupu had a sinister voice at the moment which Hiyan couldn't believe, but due to her leaning, his eyes not leaving her tempting clevage.
"Hmmmmmmm.....don't act so innocent!! I have seen cuties like you bend down..."
"Bend down...???" Hiyan couldn't move. While Rupu caught his chin with the grip of her two fingers and pinched his jaw with a sweet warning....
"Meet me in my room tonight! You will know and yes don't dare tell about this to your mother!"
The moment Rupu left the corner and swayed her hips deliberately in a provocative manner back to her room, he took a deep breath and still felt his dick erect.
Somehow he was still confused of the behaviour but felt new rushes for his own aunt.
.............
On the other hand
Probal signed his bail document and then felt a lump on his throat as the divorce documents were brought in.
"Komo...." He shivered but Komolini caught his hand and blinked softly.
With a heavy heart, he signed the document only to get out of the crisis and then once he was done. Ganpat stood at the other end with a sustained sarcastic smile as a havaldar brought another document towards him. Komolini just stood still. The air around was tightening like a hanging rope itself as Probal felt his ground shake when he laid his eyes on this new document....
POST-DIVORCE VOLUNTARY UNDERTAKING AGREEMENT
This Voluntary Undertaking Agreement ("Agreement") is made and executed by the undersigned, Mr. Probal Chatterjee ("Undersigned"), of his own free will and with full understanding of the obligations contained herein.
1. Purpose
The Undersigned acknowledges that, following the legal dissolution of his marriage with Komolini Chatterjee, he voluntarily agrees to undertake the responsibilities set forth in this Agreement.
2. Undertaking
The Undersigned, Probal Chatterjee, agrees that after the divorce:
a) He shall arrange and oversee the wedding ceremony of his former wife, Komolini Chatterjee, and Inspector Ganpat Gawande.
b) He shall sincerely and diligently supervise and assist with all wedding preparations, including but not limited to decorations, guest arrangements, ceremonial logistics, and the preparation of the nuptial bed.
c) He shall conduct himself as an exemplary and loyal head servant throughout the wedding proceedings, carrying out his assigned duties respectfully and faithfully.
d) His service shall commence on the day of the wedding and continue until the following day, ensuring that the couple's needs are attended to with sincerity and diligence.
3. Declaration
I, Probal Chatterjee, hereby declare that I shall faithfully adhere to all of the above terms in order to facilitate my release from the terrible guilt arising solely from my own actions.
I further acknowledge that any refusal, hesitation, or deliberate failure to fulfill the obligations contained in this Agreement shall constitute my voluntary acceptance of a punishment more severe than my current sentence.
4. Voluntary Execution
I affirm that I have read and understood the contents of this Agreement and execute it voluntarily.
---
Signature of the Undersigned
Name: Probal Chatterjee
_____________
"Probal..."
The whisper reached him before the footsteps did.
Probal's bruised body shivered. Slowly, almost fearfully, he lifted his head.
His swollen eyes widened.
"Komo..."
For a fleeting second, he forgot the iron bars digging into his palms, the smell of stale urine, dried blood, damp concrete, and rust that had become his world.
With wide doe like eyes, Komolini stood outside the cell.
He barely noticed the unusually delicate sari dbangd around her. What struck him instead was the strange glow upon her face—a spark that was neither happiness nor grief. It unsettled him.
It frightened him.
And yet... somewhere beneath the fear, it soothed him.
"K... Komo..."
Probal barely could speak. He was out of words. Komolini walked upto him and touched his hands and he squirms immediately. Later she realises his knuckles were full of small rashes clearly for being thrashed by a baton.
"H.. how did this happen?" Komolini soothed her long nails on her husband's knuckles which made him close his eyes....
"Tell me you commited the crime yourself!!!"
"Noooo!!"
"Last time! Saala Madarchod, tell me you did it!!"
"No I bloody didn't!!!"
TTTHHWAACK!
Ganpat thrashed his belt straight on Probal's knuckles as he let out a mild scream and then...
"Probal??"
Probal didn't feel the need to explain the details to his wife. However, the shimmering color choice of the saree bothered him for some reason and he noticed a spark in her eyes.
A positive spark?
But for what?
The questions bothered Probal as Komolini took a deep breath and finally opened her glossy lips to utter some words which weren't expected by her husband at the least.
I spoke to insp Gawande..... He is willing to let you be released for a week out of unofficial bail.
"Uun... official bb..bail?"
Probal seemed confused to say the least. He had been thrashed last night severely by Ganpat, as much as every other nights and his slept wounds suddenly throbbed at the strange statement.
Komolini looked at his eyes. How could she say the next set of words she wondered although a strange unknown shiver took place deep within her. A darker mischievous sort of a tremor which disturbed her mind and yet she had to tell the truth.
Komolini stopped and then looked at a havaldar nearby ...."I need to go....inside!"
The havaldar looked at Ganpat standing at the other end and he nodded softly. His presence was seen by Probal whose eyes turned red in anger but he shook his thoughts with the sound of the lock opening and the moment Komolini stepped in, she glanced at Ganpat who smiled back in a sheer naughty manner that made Probal raise his eyebrows and look at his wife in absolute tension.
"K..Komo....wha...what's happening? What is this unofficial bail????"
"Probal relax.....listen to me carefully...it's a wierd solution but promise me you will not mistrust me....I am uhmm doing this for your release!"
"Will you tell me ssssssss uh aah what's wrong?" Probal couldn't speak fluently. His spine ached as Ganpat thrashed his belt on his spine like a dhobi would thrash clothes on the hard deck. His soul was still firm despite the marks of rashes on his body and now the exact contrast was his wife wearing a slim blouse and a thin saree in such a place. Little did he know what horror awaited him.
"Listen Probal..... Just for your release....I...." She stopped out of the fear to hurt her husband more further.
Probal thrashed his hands on the bars and caught her shoulders firm....
"Tell me Komo what is it please!!!'
Just then a havaldar ran inside with a sitting tool and the other came with a soft drink for specifically Komolini who was surprised as Probal was confused. Infact the havaldar who offered a soft drink to Komolini passed a disdainful gaze towards Probal and murmured sarcastically....."Saala mujrim kahin ka!"
"Aaayeeeeeeeeee you!!!!" Probal lost his cool and was about to grab hold the havaldars collar but Komolini stopped him......."calm down" and dismissed the man, refusing to accept the drink and just then she went near her husband and locked eye to eye.
"What did he...say Komo...and why is he bailing me??"
"Listen Probal..... It's an odd solution...but we have to mutually agree for s divorce!"
Divorce!
Probal shifted his hands from her shoulder, unable to believe her.
.................
Meanwhile -
"What were you doing in my room Hiyan?"
Hiyan stopped watching his phone and gazed up to see Rupu wrapped in just a fluffy pink towel around her curvy body with a prominent cleavage quite visible to his youthful eyes. However, he simply stood out of guilt, tossing his phone aside...
"Aunty.....I...."
"You sniffed my panty right?" Rupu had a soft demeanour but nevertheless a strange obscure slutty tone as she walked with a small shed of droplets passing off her wet long hair strands with each step as Hiyan couldn't help but admire his own aunt. Her thick and shapely legs quite visible as she slowly walked and finally reached him.
Raising an eyebrow she asked again..... "You are my cousin's son, doesn't mean you will behave like that!"
Hiyan felt his heart throb out of guilt. He forgot about his father and mother and just got mentally engrossed in the current guilt weaven moment.
"I didn't do it in purpose......I.."
Rupu stepped closer...."sssssshhhh relax sweetie!"
The ambience around Hiyan became very tense as he stepped back till his spine hit the wall and Rupu touched his chest through the tshirt and blue the curl of hair around his ears. He felt his dick rise up slowly inside his pants.
"Liked the smell didn't you?" Rupu caressed his fair soft face with the small stubble on his chin as he felt a wicked shiver inside him. He took a deep breath and managed to say..."sorry aunty I won't ...I promise!"
"Silly, when did I say I didn't like it!" Rupu blew some more hair strands from his ear as he then felt her travel her wet hands all the way around his chest, his abdomen till she reached his bulge which wasn't quite the masculine thick one, rather a small tent indicating his dong was more of a ding!
"Hmmmmmmmm someone is aroused so bad!" Rupu tapped the head portion within the tent. Hiyan shivered and protested...."chii aunty dd...dnt do thhiss...hmmm aaah!"
Rupu didn't give him the opportunity to speak ahead, rather kept playing with his mediocre bulge which she easily grabbed with merely three fingers and soon mauled and kneaded the entire tent. Hiyan had his porn experiences but he rarely did it and now after a long time of tension of his father's awful plight, he was feeling his chemicals rush out again, although in the dream he felt his dick stirr as well but not in the normal way as Rupu was doing now.
"You enjoyed the dream didn't you sweetie pie?" Rupu had a sinister voice at the moment which Hiyan couldn't believe, but due to her leaning, his eyes not leaving her tempting clevage.
"Hmmmmmmm.....don't act so innocent!! I have seen cuties like you bend down..."
"Bend down...???" Hiyan couldn't move. While Rupu caught his chin with the grip of her two fingers and pinched his jaw with a sweet warning....
"Meet me in my room tonight! You will know and yes don't dare tell about this to your mother!"
The moment Rupu left the corner and swayed her hips deliberately in a provocative manner back to her room, he took a deep breath and still felt his dick erect.
Somehow he was still confused of the behaviour but felt new rushes for his own aunt.
.............
On the other hand
Probal signed his bail document and then felt a lump on his throat as the divorce documents were brought in.
"Komo...." He shivered but Komolini caught his hand and blinked softly.
With a heavy heart, he signed the document only to get out of the crisis and then once he was done. Ganpat stood at the other end with a sustained sarcastic smile as a havaldar brought another document towards him. Komolini just stood still. The air around was tightening like a hanging rope itself as Probal felt his ground shake when he laid his eyes on this new document....
POST-DIVORCE VOLUNTARY UNDERTAKING AGREEMENT
This Voluntary Undertaking Agreement ("Agreement") is made and executed by the undersigned, Mr. Probal Chatterjee ("Undersigned"), of his own free will and with full understanding of the obligations contained herein.
1. Purpose
The Undersigned acknowledges that, following the legal dissolution of his marriage with Komolini Chatterjee, he voluntarily agrees to undertake the responsibilities set forth in this Agreement.
2. Undertaking
The Undersigned, Probal Chatterjee, agrees that after the divorce:
a) He shall arrange and oversee the wedding ceremony of his former wife, Komolini Chatterjee, and Inspector Ganpat Gawande.
b) He shall sincerely and diligently supervise and assist with all wedding preparations, including but not limited to decorations, guest arrangements, ceremonial logistics, and the preparation of the nuptial bed.
c) He shall conduct himself as an exemplary and loyal head servant throughout the wedding proceedings, carrying out his assigned duties respectfully and faithfully.
d) His service shall commence on the day of the wedding and continue until the following day, ensuring that the couple's needs are attended to with sincerity and diligence.
3. Declaration
I, Probal Chatterjee, hereby declare that I shall faithfully adhere to all of the above terms in order to facilitate my release from the terrible guilt arising solely from my own actions.
I further acknowledge that any refusal, hesitation, or deliberate failure to fulfill the obligations contained in this Agreement shall constitute my voluntary acceptance of a punishment more severe than my current sentence.
4. Voluntary Execution
I affirm that I have read and understood the contents of this Agreement and execute it voluntarily.
---
Signature of the Undersigned
Name: Probal Chatterjee
_____________
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