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Chapter 13
Next Morning
The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting long streaks of golden light across the bedroom floor. The house was unusually quiet except for the occasional rustling of clothes and the metallic clink of jewelry boxes being opened and closed.
Hiyan stepped out of his room after washing his face, expecting another ordinary morning. Instead, he froze at the doorway.
His mother's large travel bag lay open on the bed. Sarees were neatly folded into stacks, cosmetics were spread across the dressing table, and velvet jewelry cases stood open beside them. Gold bangles, necklaces, earrings, and carefully wrapped ornaments disappeared into the suitcase one by one.
For a few moments, he simply stood there, unable to understand what he was seeing.
His eyes shifted from the suitcase to his mother.
"Maa..."
Komolini looked up briefly before continuing to fold another saree.
"Hmm?"
Hiyan's voice trembled.
"Maa... where will you be going?"
She smiled gently without meeting his eyes.
"I have to go, shona."
The words struck him harder than he expected.
He took a hesitant step closer.
"Go? Where? Baba is still in this condition... and you're leaving?"
His voice carried confusion more than anger. It was the bewilderment of someone trying desperately to fit together pieces that refused to make sense.
Komolini paused for only a second before placing another blouse into the suitcase.
"I have some important work."
Hiyan stared silently.
Something about the scene felt completely different from any previous trip she had ever taken.
This wasn't hurried packing.
It was deliberate.
Careful.
Almost... excited.
His gaze wandered over the clothes spread across the bed.
Most of the sarees she had chosen were elegant, lightweight silks and chiffons in rich colors. Alongside them were matching sleeveless blouses made from fine fabrics—blouses he had hardly ever seen her wear. A few delicate perfumes, lipsticks, compact powders, kajal, bindis, hair accessories, and neatly arranged cosmetics disappeared into a separate pouch.
She even selected matching sandals and carefully wrapped each piece of jewelry in soft cloth before placing it inside a velvet box.
Hiyan's heartbeat quickened.
Why would anyone need so many ornaments... so many cosmetics... for a short trip?
His stomach tightened with unease.
For the past several days his father had been unwell, and his mother had hardly left his side. Yet this morning, there was a strange glow on her face. Not carelessness—never that—but an unmistakable nervous excitement she was trying very hard to conceal.
He watched her fingers smooth out another saree before folding it with unusual care.
Every few seconds she seemed lost in thought.
A faint smile appeared.....
...only to disappear just as quickly.
It was unlike her.
"Maa..."
She looked at him.
"You've packed almost all your jewellery..."
She instinctively closed the velvet case before answering.
"I may need it."
His eyebrows drew together.
"And... these sarees?"
"They're comfortable."
Hiyan wasn't convinced.
He noticed that almost every blouse she had packed was sleeveless, elegant, and far more festive than what she usually wore at home.
Questions crowded his mind one after another.
Where exactly was she going?
Why hadn't she mentioned this earlier?
Who was she meeting?
How long would she be away?
More importantly...
Why did she seem so nervous... yet so happy?
A strange anxiety settled inside him.
He wanted to ask more.
He wanted answers.
Yet something in his mother's expression stopped him.
She wasn't merely packing clothes.
She was quietly preparing herself for a new chapter of her life.
As Komolini carefully placed one final jewelry box into the suitcase, her heart began pounding once again.
The sight of the cosmetics...
The silk sarees...
The carefully chosen blouses...
All of it brought back the conversation from the previous night.
A conversation that had left her cheeks warm long after the phone had fallen silent.
Hiyan had already gone to sleep by then.
She slowly zipped the suitcase closed.
And for a brief moment, standing there in the quiet room, she found herself reliving every word Ganpat had spoken over the phone...
.....Flashback...
After taking her night shower, Komolini was surprised to have Ganpat's phone call. Clad in just her satin maroon nightie, she felt tickles inside her stomach to recieve the phone call from the same goon cop who had made her husband's life miserable and feeling a stir inside her nipples, no matter how awful she felt...
The smirk couldn't be resisted on her juicy lips and with a soft finger touch she finally tapped the screen.
Watching the screen light up with her response, Ganpat's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. Cradling a crystal tumbler of aged Scotch, he strolled leisurely across the spacious balcony of his lavish Koregaon Park apartment. A plush bath towel hung low and secure around his waist, the cool night breeze of Pune gliding over his still-damp skin.
The city shimmered beneath him in a sea of golden lights, while the faint rustle of trees and the distant hum of late-night traffic blended into a soothing symphony. He took an unhurried sip, savoring the smoky warmth of the whisky as much as the anticipation growing within him.
Tonight's conversation with Komolini promised to be far more intoxicating than the drink in his hand, and the thought lingered on his face as a quiet, knowing smile.
Ganpat: (calling with a playful smile) Hello... my future baiko... are you awake?
Komolini: (speaking softly and going ahead, glancing toward Hiyan's room)
Yes... but keep your voice down. Hiyan is sleeping in the next room.
Ganpat: (teasing) Oh? Should I firmly place hands on your shoulders once again?
Komolini: (blushing, suppressing a smile) You have become very naughty these days.
Ganpat: Only because my prisoner's ex wife is just so sexy, sizzling and shamelessly thinking of me.
Komolini: (shaking her head shyly) Stop flattering me.
Ganpat: Why should I stop? I'm talking to my future wife.
Komolini: (smiling despite herself) You really don't miss any opportunity to flirt, do you...you goon!
Ganpat: Not when my baiko is on the other end of the call and yes I am less of a cop and more of a goon.
Komolini: (playfully warning him) Behave yourself... my son is sleeping in the next room.
Ganpat: (laughing cruelty and taking a sip) so what? If he interrupts I will have him bloody arrested!
Komolini: (gets annoyed of the crudeness but still feels stir in her nipples) please, keep my son away from these.... talks...
Ganpat: ahh leave it! (Slight tipsy).. tell me honestly... have you been thinking about our Marathi wedding?
Komolini: (looking down shyly) Maybe...
Ganpat: "Maybe?" That's all?
Komolini: (laughing softly) What else do you expect me to say?
Ganpat: I expected you to admit that you've imagined yourself wearing the green saree, the nath, and standing beside me.
Komolini: (covering her face with one hand) You're impossible.
Ganpat: And yet... you answered my call in the very first ring.
Komolini: (speechless for a moment, smiling) ...
Ganpat: See? I won.
Komolini: Don't become overconfident.
Ganpat: Never. But I am happy.
Komolini: (gently) So am I.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned back against the cushioned headboard, allowing herself a moment of quiet stillness. The cool night breeze drifted through the open window, brushing gently against the skin of her bare supple thighs and equally sensual legs where they extended beyond the soft hem of her nightie, sending a faint, involuntary shiver through her. As the breeze grew stronger, so did the quiet anticipation in her heart, each passing moment making the conversation feel a little more intimate and impossible to ignore.
Ganpat: Komolini...
Komolini: Hmm?
Ganpat: I want you to know something...
Komolini: Tell me.
Ganpat : (pretending to think seriously) Then... do I have atleast the paternal permission to paternally scold Hiyan a little?
Komolini: (taking a deep breath, smiling affectionately) You're asking for permission already?
Ganpat: Of course. I don't want my future baiko complaining that I disciplined her son without approval.
Komolini: (laughing softly) If it's for his good... then yes.
Ganpat: Wonderful! So from today I can tell him to study properly, eat on time, and stop being stubborn.
Komolini: (pointing a finger playfully although he can't see it) But don't be too strict.
Ganpat: I'll scold him when necessary... and spoil him whenever I can.
Komolini: (her heart softening) He'll probably pretend not to like that.
Ganpat: That's alright. I'll win him over slowly.
Ganpat: Just us... in our own little world.
Komolini: (smiling nervously) You've planned all this already?
Ganpat: I've been planning it ever since you said yes.
Komolini: (unable to hide her smile) You're unbelievable.
Ganpat: Wait till you see the mango orchard, the old courtyard, the huge balcony, and the sunrise from the terrace.
Komolini: You've described that house so many times... I already feel as if I've been there.
Ganpat: Soon... you'll enter it not as a guest...
He pauses deliberately and itches his aroused groin area.
Komolini: (curiously) As what?
Ganpat: As Mrs. Ganpat Patil.
Komolini: (closing her eyes in embarrassment, cheeks burning) Ganpat...
Ganpat: Hmm?
Komolini: You're making me blush again.
Ganpat: Good.
Komolini: Why is that good?
Ganpat: Because seeing my future wife blush has become my favourite hobby.
Komolini: (laughing softly while covering her mouth so she doesn't wake Hiyan) Enough now...
Ganpat: Alright... I'll let you sleep.
Komolini: Good night my awful goon cop husband!
Ganpat: Good night... my baiko, see you tomorrow!
Komolini: (smiling to herself wickedly after disconnecting the call) Good night...
On the other hand Ganpat seemed a bit confused. He thought If he had heard a sarcastic chuckle just before ending the call or was it his hallucination.
......
Back to present
Komolini took a deep breath once she stopped on threshold and then without turning back to face her son, she left with her luggage. Hiyan stood confused and kept breathing deep until he felt a hand on his shoulder...
"Aww... look at you," he chuckled softly.... "You're so upset....but hey...be a little thrilled to meet your new father."
Hiyan hated the smirk of his aunt but she roamed around him and continued....
"I can almost picture it. The first time you meet him, you'd instinctively bow and touch his feet. He'd place those strong, weathered hands gently on your head and simply say, 'Be a good man. Stand tall. Look after your family. Keep your word.'"
He passed a small subtle grunt of annoyance.
"That's the kind of blessing that stays with you for life."
He looked to the other side.
"And before you even realize it, you'd stop calling him 'Sir.' It would just become... 'Pappa.' Naturally."
There was a brief silence.
"You'd hug him—not because you're seeking approval, but because, for the first time in a long while, you'd feel the quiet reassurance of a father figure whose strength makes you feel safe. The sort of man who doesn't need many words. His presence alone reminds you to stay grounded, disciplined, and compassionate."
He passes a sarcastic smile.
"Sometimes the strongest men don't show their love through grand speeches. It's in a firm hand on your shoulder, a nod of approval after you've done the right thing, and the certainty that, no matter how difficult life becomes, they'll always expect the best version of you."
"Stop it....I don't want to know more ....I still .....have to trust.... maa..."
And that is when Rupu caught hold of his chin...
"So leave your mother alone and just focus on your studies!" Rupu hissed into his ear and nibbled on the lobe sending another shiver inside him.
Nibbling seductively on Hiyan's ear, Rupu asked ....."eager to see him right?
Wait....hmmmm yeah!"
A faint smirk played on Rupu's lips as she unlocked her phone and held it out for Hiyan to see.
The photograph showed Ganpat in uniform, his expression composed and steady. There was an unmistakable solidity about him—a broad-shouldered Maharashtrian officer with a weathered complexion, calloused hands, and the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to responsibility.
For a brief moment, Hiyan simply stared.
Something about the officer's presence sent a subtle tremor through him. Ever since his mother had left, everyone had spoken of Ganpat in much the same way: his grounded nature, his earthy demeanor, his rough, hardworking hands, and his unwavering discipline.
Hearing those descriptions again and again had gradually built a vivid image in Hiyan's mind, one that now seemed to match the man in the photograph perfectly.
His pulse quickened almost imperceptibly.
Without realizing it, his fair cheeks warmed with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty as the thought of his mother now being in Ganpat's company crossed his mind. The realization felt strangely overwhelming, leaving him momentarily speechless as he continued to look at the screen.
"Be ready to accept the current reality Hiyan....your mother has to go through the awful solution to free your father!"
Purring so, Rupu blew on his hair and with a wiggle of her kameez clad hios, she left the room, he looked down to see a small moderate lump inside his shorts, making him wonder in shock ...
"Why would these factors arouse me??"
Next Morning
The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting long streaks of golden light across the bedroom floor. The house was unusually quiet except for the occasional rustling of clothes and the metallic clink of jewelry boxes being opened and closed.
Hiyan stepped out of his room after washing his face, expecting another ordinary morning. Instead, he froze at the doorway.
His mother's large travel bag lay open on the bed. Sarees were neatly folded into stacks, cosmetics were spread across the dressing table, and velvet jewelry cases stood open beside them. Gold bangles, necklaces, earrings, and carefully wrapped ornaments disappeared into the suitcase one by one.
For a few moments, he simply stood there, unable to understand what he was seeing.
His eyes shifted from the suitcase to his mother.
"Maa..."
Komolini looked up briefly before continuing to fold another saree.
"Hmm?"
Hiyan's voice trembled.
"Maa... where will you be going?"
She smiled gently without meeting his eyes.
"I have to go, shona."
The words struck him harder than he expected.
He took a hesitant step closer.
"Go? Where? Baba is still in this condition... and you're leaving?"
His voice carried confusion more than anger. It was the bewilderment of someone trying desperately to fit together pieces that refused to make sense.
Komolini paused for only a second before placing another blouse into the suitcase.
"I have some important work."
Hiyan stared silently.
Something about the scene felt completely different from any previous trip she had ever taken.
This wasn't hurried packing.
It was deliberate.
Careful.
Almost... excited.
His gaze wandered over the clothes spread across the bed.
Most of the sarees she had chosen were elegant, lightweight silks and chiffons in rich colors. Alongside them were matching sleeveless blouses made from fine fabrics—blouses he had hardly ever seen her wear. A few delicate perfumes, lipsticks, compact powders, kajal, bindis, hair accessories, and neatly arranged cosmetics disappeared into a separate pouch.
She even selected matching sandals and carefully wrapped each piece of jewelry in soft cloth before placing it inside a velvet box.
Hiyan's heartbeat quickened.
Why would anyone need so many ornaments... so many cosmetics... for a short trip?
His stomach tightened with unease.
For the past several days his father had been unwell, and his mother had hardly left his side. Yet this morning, there was a strange glow on her face. Not carelessness—never that—but an unmistakable nervous excitement she was trying very hard to conceal.
He watched her fingers smooth out another saree before folding it with unusual care.
Every few seconds she seemed lost in thought.
A faint smile appeared.....
...only to disappear just as quickly.
It was unlike her.
"Maa..."
She looked at him.
"You've packed almost all your jewellery..."
She instinctively closed the velvet case before answering.
"I may need it."
His eyebrows drew together.
"And... these sarees?"
"They're comfortable."
Hiyan wasn't convinced.
He noticed that almost every blouse she had packed was sleeveless, elegant, and far more festive than what she usually wore at home.
Questions crowded his mind one after another.
Where exactly was she going?
Why hadn't she mentioned this earlier?
Who was she meeting?
How long would she be away?
More importantly...
Why did she seem so nervous... yet so happy?
A strange anxiety settled inside him.
He wanted to ask more.
He wanted answers.
Yet something in his mother's expression stopped him.
She wasn't merely packing clothes.
She was quietly preparing herself for a new chapter of her life.
As Komolini carefully placed one final jewelry box into the suitcase, her heart began pounding once again.
The sight of the cosmetics...
The silk sarees...
The carefully chosen blouses...
All of it brought back the conversation from the previous night.
A conversation that had left her cheeks warm long after the phone had fallen silent.
Hiyan had already gone to sleep by then.
She slowly zipped the suitcase closed.
And for a brief moment, standing there in the quiet room, she found herself reliving every word Ganpat had spoken over the phone...
.....Flashback...
After taking her night shower, Komolini was surprised to have Ganpat's phone call. Clad in just her satin maroon nightie, she felt tickles inside her stomach to recieve the phone call from the same goon cop who had made her husband's life miserable and feeling a stir inside her nipples, no matter how awful she felt...
The smirk couldn't be resisted on her juicy lips and with a soft finger touch she finally tapped the screen.
Watching the screen light up with her response, Ganpat's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. Cradling a crystal tumbler of aged Scotch, he strolled leisurely across the spacious balcony of his lavish Koregaon Park apartment. A plush bath towel hung low and secure around his waist, the cool night breeze of Pune gliding over his still-damp skin.
The city shimmered beneath him in a sea of golden lights, while the faint rustle of trees and the distant hum of late-night traffic blended into a soothing symphony. He took an unhurried sip, savoring the smoky warmth of the whisky as much as the anticipation growing within him.
Tonight's conversation with Komolini promised to be far more intoxicating than the drink in his hand, and the thought lingered on his face as a quiet, knowing smile.
Ganpat: (calling with a playful smile) Hello... my future baiko... are you awake?
Komolini: (speaking softly and going ahead, glancing toward Hiyan's room)
Yes... but keep your voice down. Hiyan is sleeping in the next room.
Ganpat: (teasing) Oh? Should I firmly place hands on your shoulders once again?
Komolini: (blushing, suppressing a smile) You have become very naughty these days.
Ganpat: Only because my prisoner's ex wife is just so sexy, sizzling and shamelessly thinking of me.
Komolini: (shaking her head shyly) Stop flattering me.
Ganpat: Why should I stop? I'm talking to my future wife.
Komolini: (smiling despite herself) You really don't miss any opportunity to flirt, do you...you goon!
Ganpat: Not when my baiko is on the other end of the call and yes I am less of a cop and more of a goon.
Komolini: (playfully warning him) Behave yourself... my son is sleeping in the next room.
Ganpat: (laughing cruelty and taking a sip) so what? If he interrupts I will have him bloody arrested!
Komolini: (gets annoyed of the crudeness but still feels stir in her nipples) please, keep my son away from these.... talks...
Ganpat: ahh leave it! (Slight tipsy).. tell me honestly... have you been thinking about our Marathi wedding?
Komolini: (looking down shyly) Maybe...
Ganpat: "Maybe?" That's all?
Komolini: (laughing softly) What else do you expect me to say?
Ganpat: I expected you to admit that you've imagined yourself wearing the green saree, the nath, and standing beside me.
Komolini: (covering her face with one hand) You're impossible.
Ganpat: And yet... you answered my call in the very first ring.
Komolini: (speechless for a moment, smiling) ...
Ganpat: See? I won.
Komolini: Don't become overconfident.
Ganpat: Never. But I am happy.
Komolini: (gently) So am I.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned back against the cushioned headboard, allowing herself a moment of quiet stillness. The cool night breeze drifted through the open window, brushing gently against the skin of her bare supple thighs and equally sensual legs where they extended beyond the soft hem of her nightie, sending a faint, involuntary shiver through her. As the breeze grew stronger, so did the quiet anticipation in her heart, each passing moment making the conversation feel a little more intimate and impossible to ignore.
Ganpat: Komolini...
Komolini: Hmm?
Ganpat: I want you to know something...
Komolini: Tell me.
Ganpat : (pretending to think seriously) Then... do I have atleast the paternal permission to paternally scold Hiyan a little?
Komolini: (taking a deep breath, smiling affectionately) You're asking for permission already?
Ganpat: Of course. I don't want my future baiko complaining that I disciplined her son without approval.
Komolini: (laughing softly) If it's for his good... then yes.
Ganpat: Wonderful! So from today I can tell him to study properly, eat on time, and stop being stubborn.
Komolini: (pointing a finger playfully although he can't see it) But don't be too strict.
Ganpat: I'll scold him when necessary... and spoil him whenever I can.
Komolini: (her heart softening) He'll probably pretend not to like that.
Ganpat: That's alright. I'll win him over slowly.
Ganpat: Just us... in our own little world.
Komolini: (smiling nervously) You've planned all this already?
Ganpat: I've been planning it ever since you said yes.
Komolini: (unable to hide her smile) You're unbelievable.
Ganpat: Wait till you see the mango orchard, the old courtyard, the huge balcony, and the sunrise from the terrace.
Komolini: You've described that house so many times... I already feel as if I've been there.
Ganpat: Soon... you'll enter it not as a guest...
He pauses deliberately and itches his aroused groin area.
Komolini: (curiously) As what?
Ganpat: As Mrs. Ganpat Patil.
Komolini: (closing her eyes in embarrassment, cheeks burning) Ganpat...
Ganpat: Hmm?
Komolini: You're making me blush again.
Ganpat: Good.
Komolini: Why is that good?
Ganpat: Because seeing my future wife blush has become my favourite hobby.
Komolini: (laughing softly while covering her mouth so she doesn't wake Hiyan) Enough now...
Ganpat: Alright... I'll let you sleep.
Komolini: Good night my awful goon cop husband!
Ganpat: Good night... my baiko, see you tomorrow!
Komolini: (smiling to herself wickedly after disconnecting the call) Good night...
On the other hand Ganpat seemed a bit confused. He thought If he had heard a sarcastic chuckle just before ending the call or was it his hallucination.
......
Back to present
Komolini took a deep breath once she stopped on threshold and then without turning back to face her son, she left with her luggage. Hiyan stood confused and kept breathing deep until he felt a hand on his shoulder...
"Aww... look at you," he chuckled softly.... "You're so upset....but hey...be a little thrilled to meet your new father."
Hiyan hated the smirk of his aunt but she roamed around him and continued....
"I can almost picture it. The first time you meet him, you'd instinctively bow and touch his feet. He'd place those strong, weathered hands gently on your head and simply say, 'Be a good man. Stand tall. Look after your family. Keep your word.'"
He passed a small subtle grunt of annoyance.
"That's the kind of blessing that stays with you for life."
He looked to the other side.
"And before you even realize it, you'd stop calling him 'Sir.' It would just become... 'Pappa.' Naturally."
There was a brief silence.
"You'd hug him—not because you're seeking approval, but because, for the first time in a long while, you'd feel the quiet reassurance of a father figure whose strength makes you feel safe. The sort of man who doesn't need many words. His presence alone reminds you to stay grounded, disciplined, and compassionate."
He passes a sarcastic smile.
"Sometimes the strongest men don't show their love through grand speeches. It's in a firm hand on your shoulder, a nod of approval after you've done the right thing, and the certainty that, no matter how difficult life becomes, they'll always expect the best version of you."
"Stop it....I don't want to know more ....I still .....have to trust.... maa..."
And that is when Rupu caught hold of his chin...
"So leave your mother alone and just focus on your studies!" Rupu hissed into his ear and nibbled on the lobe sending another shiver inside him.
Nibbling seductively on Hiyan's ear, Rupu asked ....."eager to see him right?
Wait....hmmmm yeah!"
A faint smirk played on Rupu's lips as she unlocked her phone and held it out for Hiyan to see.
The photograph showed Ganpat in uniform, his expression composed and steady. There was an unmistakable solidity about him—a broad-shouldered Maharashtrian officer with a weathered complexion, calloused hands, and the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to responsibility.
For a brief moment, Hiyan simply stared.
Something about the officer's presence sent a subtle tremor through him. Ever since his mother had left, everyone had spoken of Ganpat in much the same way: his grounded nature, his earthy demeanor, his rough, hardworking hands, and his unwavering discipline.
Hearing those descriptions again and again had gradually built a vivid image in Hiyan's mind, one that now seemed to match the man in the photograph perfectly.
His pulse quickened almost imperceptibly.
Without realizing it, his fair cheeks warmed with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty as the thought of his mother now being in Ganpat's company crossed his mind. The realization felt strangely overwhelming, leaving him momentarily speechless as he continued to look at the screen.
"Be ready to accept the current reality Hiyan....your mother has to go through the awful solution to free your father!"
Purring so, Rupu blew on his hair and with a wiggle of her kameez clad hios, she left the room, he looked down to see a small moderate lump inside his shorts, making him wonder in shock ...
"Why would these factors arouse me??"
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