02-01-2019, 04:35 PM
Kajol
She took the steps one be one, hopping a couple. Was she excited! Oh boy, being in Kolkata was simply great. She loved the cuisine, the crowd and most importantly the freedom. And just as she was getting out, she had received the call from Mr. Rao.
“Oh honey”, he had cooed.
A slow smile spread over her face. “Mr. Rao”, she said playing the coquette, “How nice of you to remember me after so many days.”
“Aww honey, you know how it is”, Mr. Rao was apologetic, “Say how are you doing?”
“Excellent, in fact couldn’t have been better. How is Lekhaji?”
“She sends her best. Say when are coming back here?”
“Hmmm”, she paused, “at the current pace probably a month or two to complete the dissertation. I could be free immediately thereafter.”
“Oh how nice! Then we will be together all the time, mark my words.”
She was puzzled at his assertion. “But Ramesh?”
“Oh don’t you worry about him”, he had put on charm, “I will think of something. In fact, something is already in motion.” He chuckled.
“Oh you rascal!”, she feigned a mock anger, “First you work my husband so much and then send him away to be with me …”
“Isn’t that what you want dear?”
“No, no. When did I say so?”, she contested hotly. “It is you who makes me forget myself all the time.”
“Ok then. Let me see if I can meet you there at least sometime?”
“Really?”, Kajol said. “I can’t believe you will do that for me.”
“Oh rest assured honey. I might be there before you expect …”
She giggled. “I will hold you to that promise.”
“Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
Her mood was considerably upbeat after conversation. All through her journey to Professor Bharadwaj’s office; she ruminated over the happenings of the last two weeks. Riz had effusive in his welcome and treated her like royalty. The very first time, she entered his 2BHK apartment; he had taken her bags to his bedroom and started pulling out the clothes in the closet.
“What are you doing?”, she had exclaimed in surprise.
“Nothing. Just taking out my stuff. You stay here, I will move to the other room.”
She was so overwhelmed by the gesture that she had walked over to him and kissed him in the cheek. Then she had made him sit down and dictated “No way, you moron. One more such move and I will move away.”
There was brief panic in his eyes. “Alright, ok”, he had given in but wedged in a protest. “That room is small you know – you will be more comfortable here.”
She had glared at him in reply and he had backed off. That was Rizu, she smiled when she remembered the incident.
Thereafter, he had helped her unpack and keep her things in the smaller bedroom. There was a small anteroom, where she had moved her books and such stuff. After the work was done, she had flounced on the bed said, “Rizu, I am bushed. Let’s get some dinner.”
“What?”, he said remembering something, “Oh of course! But dinner is already there on the table. You freshen up and then we will eat.”
She remembered fondly that he had already cooked for her a whole gourmet fish meal, having taken the day off. Later he had poured wine and held up his glass “To you and to Ramesh – may you both never leave my heart.” Touched, she had to fight her sudden tears.
Cooking for her became his routine and he was neglecting his work, she noticed. And then the shopping trips, her protests overridden and she found herself dragged to the Fancy Market, the AC Market and other places as well. They had returned with her arms laden with dresses…
Finally, she had put her foot down and issued him the ultimatum - either he behaved normal or she was leaving him. He had sobered up. Thereafter, he did the morning tea, she the breakfast and together they cooked dinner when both had returned in time. Also, she had ensured that he had home cooked food and carried the same for lunch. Dinner time was the only time, when they had a leisurely hour to share with each other, for immediately there after she used to work furiously on the remaining portion of her PhD dissertation.
‘Rizu the cute puppy’; she uttered happily to herself. She had reached the professor’s office.
* * *
Professor Bharadwaj watched as Kajol entered his room and immediately felt the twitch in his pants. ‘Damn, this cunt was real something’, he told himself. He watched her turn sidewise to pull a chair from the wall and his eyes traveled to her bottoms. ‘Ah! What a piece of ass.’ In his mind flashed the images of mauling her buttocks and his erection was stiff now. Forcibly, he turned his mind away from the libidinous images that had sprung up inside. This was not the place, it was dangerous to try anything here; given that the corridor outside was a busy one and there were many idiotic well-wishers, including former students who would think nothing of dropping by without notice – to see how he was getting by after his bereavement …
He tossed aside the papers he was going through and turned to her.
“Ah, did you complete that exercise in stratification?”
She nodded and gave him the paper; she had worked on the night before. He took it and went through it minutely. Both of them spent over an hour discussing the finer points and he dictated what next was to be attempted, which she jotted down in her notebook. Then her work was over with him – for the day and she rose to go.
“Er Kajol”, he whispered and she stopped.
“Where are you staying at?”
She gave him the details and he was satisfied that she was putting up with a friend of her husband. He queried a bit about his work and timings. Then he asked her,
“Do you stay in the apartment most of the time – I mean when you don’t have to come here?"
She nodded back. There was a question in her eyes.
“You see”, he explained, “we haven’t met since what happened over there and doing anything in this new office is out of question. They have put me in the guest house, where inviting you would raise several eyebrows. Meeting in a hotel is not practical either…”, he paused remembering what his odd set of friends had advised him of maintaining a low profile for a couple of months as the security officer investigation was still hot, “What do you say?”
She didn’t feel any enthusiasm for the line that his reasoning was taking. Her Goddess was dead and subsequently, her desire for kinky experiments was gone as well. However, he was still her guide and an important element in her obtaining the Ph.D ; for which she had to humor him. Looking up at him, she asked softly, “What are you suggesting Sir?”
Professor Bharadwaj cleared his tone and looked directly at her.
“I have no classes on Wednesday, as you know. I was therefore thinking of dropping in at your place – maybe next week or the week after that, we could spend some hours … Would that be convenient?”
She nodded. “Sir, I will have to check with Riz, that’s my friend’s husband, to know his schedule – for the day.”
“Yes, of course”, he replied, “we can not be any less discreet – you know – and this is a different city. Ok then, till we meet the day after, do the hard work and let’s complete your thesis fast.”
“Thank you, Sir”, she rose with a smile and left.
She took the steps one be one, hopping a couple. Was she excited! Oh boy, being in Kolkata was simply great. She loved the cuisine, the crowd and most importantly the freedom. And just as she was getting out, she had received the call from Mr. Rao.
“Oh honey”, he had cooed.
A slow smile spread over her face. “Mr. Rao”, she said playing the coquette, “How nice of you to remember me after so many days.”
“Aww honey, you know how it is”, Mr. Rao was apologetic, “Say how are you doing?”
“Excellent, in fact couldn’t have been better. How is Lekhaji?”
“She sends her best. Say when are coming back here?”
“Hmmm”, she paused, “at the current pace probably a month or two to complete the dissertation. I could be free immediately thereafter.”
“Oh how nice! Then we will be together all the time, mark my words.”
She was puzzled at his assertion. “But Ramesh?”
“Oh don’t you worry about him”, he had put on charm, “I will think of something. In fact, something is already in motion.” He chuckled.
“Oh you rascal!”, she feigned a mock anger, “First you work my husband so much and then send him away to be with me …”
“Isn’t that what you want dear?”
“No, no. When did I say so?”, she contested hotly. “It is you who makes me forget myself all the time.”
“Ok then. Let me see if I can meet you there at least sometime?”
“Really?”, Kajol said. “I can’t believe you will do that for me.”
“Oh rest assured honey. I might be there before you expect …”
She giggled. “I will hold you to that promise.”
“Ciao.”
“Ciao.”
Her mood was considerably upbeat after conversation. All through her journey to Professor Bharadwaj’s office; she ruminated over the happenings of the last two weeks. Riz had effusive in his welcome and treated her like royalty. The very first time, she entered his 2BHK apartment; he had taken her bags to his bedroom and started pulling out the clothes in the closet.
“What are you doing?”, she had exclaimed in surprise.
“Nothing. Just taking out my stuff. You stay here, I will move to the other room.”
She was so overwhelmed by the gesture that she had walked over to him and kissed him in the cheek. Then she had made him sit down and dictated “No way, you moron. One more such move and I will move away.”
There was brief panic in his eyes. “Alright, ok”, he had given in but wedged in a protest. “That room is small you know – you will be more comfortable here.”
She had glared at him in reply and he had backed off. That was Rizu, she smiled when she remembered the incident.
Thereafter, he had helped her unpack and keep her things in the smaller bedroom. There was a small anteroom, where she had moved her books and such stuff. After the work was done, she had flounced on the bed said, “Rizu, I am bushed. Let’s get some dinner.”
“What?”, he said remembering something, “Oh of course! But dinner is already there on the table. You freshen up and then we will eat.”
She remembered fondly that he had already cooked for her a whole gourmet fish meal, having taken the day off. Later he had poured wine and held up his glass “To you and to Ramesh – may you both never leave my heart.” Touched, she had to fight her sudden tears.
Cooking for her became his routine and he was neglecting his work, she noticed. And then the shopping trips, her protests overridden and she found herself dragged to the Fancy Market, the AC Market and other places as well. They had returned with her arms laden with dresses…
Finally, she had put her foot down and issued him the ultimatum - either he behaved normal or she was leaving him. He had sobered up. Thereafter, he did the morning tea, she the breakfast and together they cooked dinner when both had returned in time. Also, she had ensured that he had home cooked food and carried the same for lunch. Dinner time was the only time, when they had a leisurely hour to share with each other, for immediately there after she used to work furiously on the remaining portion of her PhD dissertation.
‘Rizu the cute puppy’; she uttered happily to herself. She had reached the professor’s office.
* * *
Professor Bharadwaj watched as Kajol entered his room and immediately felt the twitch in his pants. ‘Damn, this cunt was real something’, he told himself. He watched her turn sidewise to pull a chair from the wall and his eyes traveled to her bottoms. ‘Ah! What a piece of ass.’ In his mind flashed the images of mauling her buttocks and his erection was stiff now. Forcibly, he turned his mind away from the libidinous images that had sprung up inside. This was not the place, it was dangerous to try anything here; given that the corridor outside was a busy one and there were many idiotic well-wishers, including former students who would think nothing of dropping by without notice – to see how he was getting by after his bereavement …
He tossed aside the papers he was going through and turned to her.
“Ah, did you complete that exercise in stratification?”
She nodded and gave him the paper; she had worked on the night before. He took it and went through it minutely. Both of them spent over an hour discussing the finer points and he dictated what next was to be attempted, which she jotted down in her notebook. Then her work was over with him – for the day and she rose to go.
“Er Kajol”, he whispered and she stopped.
“Where are you staying at?”
She gave him the details and he was satisfied that she was putting up with a friend of her husband. He queried a bit about his work and timings. Then he asked her,
“Do you stay in the apartment most of the time – I mean when you don’t have to come here?"
She nodded back. There was a question in her eyes.
“You see”, he explained, “we haven’t met since what happened over there and doing anything in this new office is out of question. They have put me in the guest house, where inviting you would raise several eyebrows. Meeting in a hotel is not practical either…”, he paused remembering what his odd set of friends had advised him of maintaining a low profile for a couple of months as the security officer investigation was still hot, “What do you say?”
She didn’t feel any enthusiasm for the line that his reasoning was taking. Her Goddess was dead and subsequently, her desire for kinky experiments was gone as well. However, he was still her guide and an important element in her obtaining the Ph.D ; for which she had to humor him. Looking up at him, she asked softly, “What are you suggesting Sir?”
Professor Bharadwaj cleared his tone and looked directly at her.
“I have no classes on Wednesday, as you know. I was therefore thinking of dropping in at your place – maybe next week or the week after that, we could spend some hours … Would that be convenient?”
She nodded. “Sir, I will have to check with Riz, that’s my friend’s husband, to know his schedule – for the day.”
“Yes, of course”, he replied, “we can not be any less discreet – you know – and this is a different city. Ok then, till we meet the day after, do the hard work and let’s complete your thesis fast.”
“Thank you, Sir”, she rose with a smile and left.
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