09-09-2026, 02:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 14-09-2026, 10:30 AM by Cuckyson. Edited 6 times in total. Edited 6 times in total.)
Before moving to the story I want you to introduce with the main characters of this real incident.
Myself – Harsh Singh , 22 years , Preparing for Govt. Jobs exams
My Dad – Jayesh Singh , 56 years , working in a MNC , Job posting in Australia
My Mommy – Bimla Singh , 53 years , Housewife
Neighbour uncle – Prabin Roy , 55 years , college teacher
CHAPTER 1 : MAY I COME IN ?
It was March 2022 , COVID was almost gone , world was healing with high pace. I had completed my graduation with 77% marks and without wasting my time I took admission to a private coaching institute for my further competitive exams.
Dad was in Sydney, Australia making lot of money for me and my mother. He had worked really hard whole of his life to give everything to me that he never received during his childhood due to financial problems. He used to visit us in every two to three months . He has an average height i.e 5.5 ft tall . He never used to keep beard or moustache and always remain clean shaved. He has less hair on his head but he never looked like a bald man. Overall he has a normal and good physique that an average Indian man has at the age of 56 years.
My mom was a very strict woman regarding my studies and discipline. She was more concerned regarding my career and future than my dad. She used to tell me that my dad never ever took my career seriously as much she did. He always kept himself busy in making money. My mom was of same height as of my dad i.e 5.5 ft. She has a curvy and chubby body figure of 40-36-40 , but she never looked fat because she had maintained herself well. Her breasts are enormous and very well in shape due to her regular exercise and yoga sessions. In the house she used to wear saree and blouse and a mangalsutra. Her hair is of medium length. Her skin complexion is milky white. She never liked to use cosmetics and other makeup products but without any makeup she look beautiful, charming and I must say sexy.
That year we used to stay in an apartment situated near Delhi NCR. The apartment was of four storeyed building and I and my mom live at floor number 2nd. Each floor has four flats divided in two adjacent parallel ways. On the 2nd floor only we lived. Rest flats on that floor were empty. After living alone for 6 months on that floor , on March 2nd a man named Prabin Roy, almost of my dad’s age come to live on that 2nd floor in the flat just opposite of our flat. He was a college teacher at a private college in Delhi. He was well built, 5.8 ft tall, had thick greyish moustache and little bit beard. He was bald but his height, physique, moustache and beard look makes him very handsome and dashing alpha man.
I returned from my coaching classes around 4PM that day and saw the door of the flat opposite to us was open that was closed since we shifted to that floor. I went inside my flat and saw my mom in the kitchen preparing potato curry and rice. I was confused. That wasn’t the time at our house when mom used to cook food. I went inside the kitchen and asked her- “Mom are you preparing for dinner this much early ?’
Mom saw me and said –“Hey, you came back beta. How was your classes today ?”
I replied – “ As usual mom. It was good and exhausting”
Mom – “ Get yourself fresh , and let me make coffee for you”
I wanted to ask whether she noticed the opposite flat’s door open at our floor or not. But before I could have said something, sudden door bell rang of our flat. I went to open the door and saw a Well built man wearing a black t shirt and blue jeans standing at our door outside. Mom too came to see who is there. He smiled looking at me and asked while staring at my mom - “May I come in Bimla ji ?’
Mom said – “ Yes please Prabin ji. Please come inside.”
That man came inside our flat and sat on the sofa. Mom told me to bring a glass of water for him. I was confused all of these scenes. Who is this man ? How he knew my mom’s name ? How mom knew his name and why she allowed him to be inside. Thinking all this I went inside and brought a glaas of water and put infront of that man named Prabin. Mom smiled at me and told – “Beta , he is Prabin uncle our neighbour. He today get shifted to our floor’s flat number 211.”
I said – “Ohh I see. I was about to ask you mom whether you saw that flat’s door open or not”
Prabin uncle said – “Beta actually I reached around 10 AM in the morning today . I saw all the flats were empty except yours , So I asked a glass of water from your mom. There were not much home items to get adjusted so just now I completed it and again came to disturb you and mom for some food.”
Mom smiled and said –“There is nothing to get disturbed Prabin ji. Food is almost ready. Wait I will serve you”
Saying this mom went to kitchen. I followed my mom and asked her slowly – “Why this man came here for food ? And why you are preparing food for an unknown man ?”
Mom – “ He is alone here beta. In the morning when he came he asked me can he get lunch today at our house because his kitchen utensils are not available right now.”
I –“ But he should arrange his food on his own. And where is his wife ? She doesn’t stopped him having lunch at our house that is completely unknown to him?”
Mom – “He is a divorced man beta. His son is doing job in Chennai. He is a teacher and just came here for few months because his college has opened a new branch in delhi and he got posted here as an administrator.”
After hearing this much information from my mom’s mouth about him I became sure that mom and uncle has a detail conversation this morning when I was in coaching. I remained silent and sat on the sofa beside that man Prabin.
Mom served him food. That day mom was wearing blue cotton blouse and dark green saree. Her hair was tied behind like a bun. I noticed Prabin uncle was staring her blouse and waist area while she was bent and serving food on the table. His eyes were definitely not showacasing a normal expression . It was something else.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Dad was in Sydney, Australia making lot of money for me and my mother. He had worked really hard whole of his life to give everything to me that he never received during his childhood due to financial problems. He used to visit us in every two to three months . He has an average height i.e 5.5 ft tall . He never used to keep beard or moustache and always remain clean shaved. He has less hair on his head but he never looked like a bald man. Overall he has a normal and good physique that an average Indian man has at the age of 56 years.
My mom was a very strict woman regarding my studies and discipline. She was more concerned regarding my career and future than my dad. She used to tell me that my dad never ever took my career seriously as much she did. He always kept himself busy in making money. My mom was of same height as of my dad i.e 5.5 ft. She has a curvy and chubby body figure of 40-36-40 , but she never looked fat because she had maintained herself well. Her breasts are enormous and very well in shape due to her regular exercise and yoga sessions. In the house she used to wear saree and blouse and a mangalsutra. Her hair is of medium length. Her skin complexion is milky white. She never liked to use cosmetics and other makeup products but without any makeup she look beautiful, charming and I must say sexy.
That year we used to stay in an apartment situated near Delhi NCR. The apartment was of four storeyed building and I and my mom live at floor number 2nd. Each floor has four flats divided in two adjacent parallel ways. On the 2nd floor only we lived. Rest flats on that floor were empty. After living alone for 6 months on that floor , on March 2nd a man named Prabin Roy, almost of my dad’s age come to live on that 2nd floor in the flat just opposite of our flat. He was a college teacher at a private college in Delhi. He was well built, 5.8 ft tall, had thick greyish moustache and little bit beard. He was bald but his height, physique, moustache and beard look makes him very handsome and dashing alpha man.
I returned from my coaching classes around 4PM that day and saw the door of the flat opposite to us was open that was closed since we shifted to that floor. I went inside my flat and saw my mom in the kitchen preparing potato curry and rice. I was confused. That wasn’t the time at our house when mom used to cook food. I went inside the kitchen and asked her- “Mom are you preparing for dinner this much early ?’
Mom saw me and said –“Hey, you came back beta. How was your classes today ?”
I replied – “ As usual mom. It was good and exhausting”
Mom – “ Get yourself fresh , and let me make coffee for you”
I wanted to ask whether she noticed the opposite flat’s door open at our floor or not. But before I could have said something, sudden door bell rang of our flat. I went to open the door and saw a Well built man wearing a black t shirt and blue jeans standing at our door outside. Mom too came to see who is there. He smiled looking at me and asked while staring at my mom - “May I come in Bimla ji ?’
Mom said – “ Yes please Prabin ji. Please come inside.”
That man came inside our flat and sat on the sofa. Mom told me to bring a glass of water for him. I was confused all of these scenes. Who is this man ? How he knew my mom’s name ? How mom knew his name and why she allowed him to be inside. Thinking all this I went inside and brought a glaas of water and put infront of that man named Prabin. Mom smiled at me and told – “Beta , he is Prabin uncle our neighbour. He today get shifted to our floor’s flat number 211.”
I said – “Ohh I see. I was about to ask you mom whether you saw that flat’s door open or not”
Prabin uncle said – “Beta actually I reached around 10 AM in the morning today . I saw all the flats were empty except yours , So I asked a glass of water from your mom. There were not much home items to get adjusted so just now I completed it and again came to disturb you and mom for some food.”
Mom smiled and said –“There is nothing to get disturbed Prabin ji. Food is almost ready. Wait I will serve you”
Saying this mom went to kitchen. I followed my mom and asked her slowly – “Why this man came here for food ? And why you are preparing food for an unknown man ?”
Mom – “ He is alone here beta. In the morning when he came he asked me can he get lunch today at our house because his kitchen utensils are not available right now.”
I –“ But he should arrange his food on his own. And where is his wife ? She doesn’t stopped him having lunch at our house that is completely unknown to him?”
Mom – “He is a divorced man beta. His son is doing job in Chennai. He is a teacher and just came here for few months because his college has opened a new branch in delhi and he got posted here as an administrator.”
After hearing this much information from my mom’s mouth about him I became sure that mom and uncle has a detail conversation this morning when I was in coaching. I remained silent and sat on the sofa beside that man Prabin.
Mom served him food. That day mom was wearing blue cotton blouse and dark green saree. Her hair was tied behind like a bun. I noticed Prabin uncle was staring her blouse and waist area while she was bent and serving food on the table. His eyes were definitely not showacasing a normal expression . It was something else.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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