02-01-2019, 04:48 PM
Kajol n Riz
She hummed as she put the clothes into the washing machine. Today she had planned a day off. So after she had breakfast with Riz and his leaving for work; she had taken the broom and duster, and then set to work. That done, she had turned her attention to the unwashed clothes lying in a heap and put those – hers and Riz’s in the washing machine. Lunch and an afternoon sleep later; she had gone to the balcony to collect the now crisp dried out clothes. She dumped the whole lot over her bed and took out each piece to smoothen and fold properly – she had seen how inadequate Riz was in such matters – and placed the same in neat piles. Walking over to Riz’s room; she opened the closet and arranged the same in the shelves and hangers.
She shut the wooden closet door, the jamb didn’t catch properly and so repeated the action with a little more force. This time it held. As she turned to leave; she found the door to the adjacent slim almirah pop open, because of the impact. With a frown she shut it and then fearing that it wasn’t closed properly opened it in full.
Her eyes shot up as she looked at what was inside. It was another closet actually, one she hadn’t noticed before. In the hanger, there was a woman’s dress. What was this doing here? Curiosity got the better of her. Gingerly she took the dress out. It was black muslin and net negligee. She was fascinated by the smooth texture of the cloth, the item had to pretty expensive no doubt. But what business did an intimate piece of ladies clothing have to do with Riz? Did he have a secret lady friend? Had her presence there somehow put the brakes on his personal life, in any manner? She then put it back making a mental note to ask Riz when he returned.
* * *
Riz arrived around seven. Ever since Kajol had settled in; he had made it a habit of winding up his office work early or rather delegating a lot of his responsibilities to others. “Hey Kajol, are you home?”, he shouted as soon as he got in. “How are you doing darling?” He walked over to her room and kissed her on the cheek.
“You go and freshen up”, Kajol told her, “I will make the tea.”
He whistled and set off to the bathroom. On the way, he noticed that things looked different. ‘Ah! She has tidied up the room.’ He smiled and got in.
He was sprawled on his bed when she arrived with the tea tray. He sat up quickly. Kajol set the tray on the bed and sat down on the other side. She held out a cup which he took; choosing a cashewnut biscuit to nibble by. She asked how his day had been and he related to her the days happenings. After they had been through; she got up to carry the tea tray back to the kitchen.
“Kajol; let’s have some leafy vegetables for dinner tonight – what do you say?”
“Certainly”, she said with a smile and went off.
He stretched back on the bed and was out like a light. Barely fifteen minutes later he woke up, feeling pretty energetic now. He stretched his arms, to release the sleep bangs and got out.
Kajol had come inside. He looked up at her and smiled.
“Oh one minute”, she said. He watched her turn to his dress closet. Suddenly, he caught his breath. He had become wide awake. He watched in horror as opened the adjacent one; pulled out the sheer black negligee and get back to him.
“What’s this Rizu?”, she was smiling, “I didn’t know you had a secret lady friend…”
It was déjà vu once again. It was all badi didi’s fault – wasn’t it – he was explaining that to papa …<
It had all started when he was around twelve and the three sisters – all older to him – all so loving – badi didi, the eldest; loving him the most, always kissing him even if he didn’t want it… It was the day that curiosity had got the better of him, seeing all those nice round shapes swelling up their chests and he would secretly admire and think, when he would stand before the mirror and think when he would get such nice chests himself … something that never happened… … and badi didi was sleeping alone in the afternoon when he had walked over to her and placed his hand over her nice chest and was feeling its roundness, the softness … … only that she had woke suddenly and found his hand still on her breasts … … she had slapped him and tears stung his eyes … … badi didi had immediately felt contrite and pulled him closer and kissed his forehead, his eyes … …
Another day and she was at the getting dressed up before the mirror and he had walked over to her and said that she was beautiful … … she had smiled and taken out her bindi and stuck it on him and said ‘now you look beautiful too’ … … the other two sisters had come in and they had laughed and they took hold of his hand and put there bangles … … how they had all laughed … … and he had enjoyed it as well … … the games had continued … … they had put on their frocks on him … … lipstick and mascara … … he loved being the center of attention … … loved being a girl … and it was fun time for the next three years
Until the day papa had caught him … … he had been in full attire … … looking so cute … … so beautiful … … ‘my goodness’, he had hissed and called for mother … … she had arrived and her mouth had fallen open … … before he could understand anything … he had pulled her to the courtyard and yanked off the dress … … papa had a wild look on his face and he was looking for something … … then he had tied up his hands – to the pillars … … removed his slippers … … he had tried to protest that it was badi didi’s fault … … but papa didn’t listen that day … “effeminate, bloody effeminate” he shouted as the slippers started to come down … …
Later as he had lain sobbing … … not knowing why he was beaten up … … not understanding anything … … with neither his mother nor any of his coming up to him for fear of papa … …
He blinked and surfaced to the present. There was Kajol with the teasing look…
He went over to that closet and pulled out a tall box and brought it over to the bed. From the inside, he started taking out stuff and littered it on the bed. Kajol watched in amazement at the assorted lot of bra, panties & garter; and make-up sets and a shiny pointed stiletto which he threw on the floor. Sitting on the bed, he looked at her, and she saw his tears running freely down. With a choked voice, he said; “Now you also judge me”. Then he hid his face in his palms and she heard his soft gasping.
Immediately she walked to him and removed his hands from his eyes. “Look at me, look at me Rizu – I shall never judge you” she said as she pressed her lips to his. She kissed him all over and between the sobs, he relayed to her his childhood; how he had been shipped off to a boarding college immediately thereafter, where he had met Ramesh and how he carried the guilt all through – never being able to speak to his sisters thereafter during vacations although Ramesh who used to accompany him loved his family and was equally loved in return … … it was never the same …
She wiped his face with her dupatta and he opened his eyes. “It’s ok. Stop crying now.”
He nodded. Kajol was standing before him and he tentatively reached out for a breast. She watched in surprise but didn’t say anything. He moved his hand gently and she felt the touch of a child exploring the contours out of curiosity. For a full minute, he kept on feeling her up and then withdrew his hand. An idea came to her, “Wait, I will be back”, she said and went to her room. When she returned it was with her make up set.
“Let’s doll you up once again; and this time there is no papa. Now get changed into a towel.”.
After he had changed, she had marched him to the bathroom where she made him sit on a stool while she shaved off his legs, his chest and his armpit. He watched happily as she applied a variety of creams all over him and then made him take a shower. He held out his hairless arms for inspection and was amazed how nice it looked. From the other side of the door, she handed him the panties with words “come on try it on …”. He did and it was very tight.
When he came out, she clasped her hands in delight. “You are indeed beautiful” She said and immediately got to work. She put the garters on him and even the bra, padding it up with some cloth. Finally, she made him wear the negligee and the stiletto high heels. Marching him to before the mirrors; she had exclaimed, “Look how beautiful you look”. Then she had taken a bit of mascara from the corner of her eyes and smeared it on him to ward off evil eyes. “My Rizi”, she said.
Both of them had laughed and then gone to the kitchen to cook dinner together. It was laughter all the way to washing the dishes and finally he had asked her to come to his bed and she had said yes. She held him from the behind and kissed the back of his head.
“Ah Kajol, you are my true girlfriend”, he had whispered after switching off the lights.
“And Rizi, you are also my true girlfriend”, she had said as both dissolved into another fit of laughing.
She hummed as she put the clothes into the washing machine. Today she had planned a day off. So after she had breakfast with Riz and his leaving for work; she had taken the broom and duster, and then set to work. That done, she had turned her attention to the unwashed clothes lying in a heap and put those – hers and Riz’s in the washing machine. Lunch and an afternoon sleep later; she had gone to the balcony to collect the now crisp dried out clothes. She dumped the whole lot over her bed and took out each piece to smoothen and fold properly – she had seen how inadequate Riz was in such matters – and placed the same in neat piles. Walking over to Riz’s room; she opened the closet and arranged the same in the shelves and hangers.
She shut the wooden closet door, the jamb didn’t catch properly and so repeated the action with a little more force. This time it held. As she turned to leave; she found the door to the adjacent slim almirah pop open, because of the impact. With a frown she shut it and then fearing that it wasn’t closed properly opened it in full.
Her eyes shot up as she looked at what was inside. It was another closet actually, one she hadn’t noticed before. In the hanger, there was a woman’s dress. What was this doing here? Curiosity got the better of her. Gingerly she took the dress out. It was black muslin and net negligee. She was fascinated by the smooth texture of the cloth, the item had to pretty expensive no doubt. But what business did an intimate piece of ladies clothing have to do with Riz? Did he have a secret lady friend? Had her presence there somehow put the brakes on his personal life, in any manner? She then put it back making a mental note to ask Riz when he returned.
* * *
Riz arrived around seven. Ever since Kajol had settled in; he had made it a habit of winding up his office work early or rather delegating a lot of his responsibilities to others. “Hey Kajol, are you home?”, he shouted as soon as he got in. “How are you doing darling?” He walked over to her room and kissed her on the cheek.
“You go and freshen up”, Kajol told her, “I will make the tea.”
He whistled and set off to the bathroom. On the way, he noticed that things looked different. ‘Ah! She has tidied up the room.’ He smiled and got in.
He was sprawled on his bed when she arrived with the tea tray. He sat up quickly. Kajol set the tray on the bed and sat down on the other side. She held out a cup which he took; choosing a cashewnut biscuit to nibble by. She asked how his day had been and he related to her the days happenings. After they had been through; she got up to carry the tea tray back to the kitchen.
“Kajol; let’s have some leafy vegetables for dinner tonight – what do you say?”
“Certainly”, she said with a smile and went off.
He stretched back on the bed and was out like a light. Barely fifteen minutes later he woke up, feeling pretty energetic now. He stretched his arms, to release the sleep bangs and got out.
Kajol had come inside. He looked up at her and smiled.
“Oh one minute”, she said. He watched her turn to his dress closet. Suddenly, he caught his breath. He had become wide awake. He watched in horror as opened the adjacent one; pulled out the sheer black negligee and get back to him.
“What’s this Rizu?”, she was smiling, “I didn’t know you had a secret lady friend…”
It was déjà vu once again. It was all badi didi’s fault – wasn’t it – he was explaining that to papa …<
It had all started when he was around twelve and the three sisters – all older to him – all so loving – badi didi, the eldest; loving him the most, always kissing him even if he didn’t want it… It was the day that curiosity had got the better of him, seeing all those nice round shapes swelling up their chests and he would secretly admire and think, when he would stand before the mirror and think when he would get such nice chests himself … something that never happened… … and badi didi was sleeping alone in the afternoon when he had walked over to her and placed his hand over her nice chest and was feeling its roundness, the softness … … only that she had woke suddenly and found his hand still on her breasts … … she had slapped him and tears stung his eyes … … badi didi had immediately felt contrite and pulled him closer and kissed his forehead, his eyes … …
Another day and she was at the getting dressed up before the mirror and he had walked over to her and said that she was beautiful … … she had smiled and taken out her bindi and stuck it on him and said ‘now you look beautiful too’ … … the other two sisters had come in and they had laughed and they took hold of his hand and put there bangles … … how they had all laughed … … and he had enjoyed it as well … … the games had continued … … they had put on their frocks on him … … lipstick and mascara … … he loved being the center of attention … … loved being a girl … and it was fun time for the next three years
Until the day papa had caught him … … he had been in full attire … … looking so cute … … so beautiful … … ‘my goodness’, he had hissed and called for mother … … she had arrived and her mouth had fallen open … … before he could understand anything … he had pulled her to the courtyard and yanked off the dress … … papa had a wild look on his face and he was looking for something … … then he had tied up his hands – to the pillars … … removed his slippers … … he had tried to protest that it was badi didi’s fault … … but papa didn’t listen that day … “effeminate, bloody effeminate” he shouted as the slippers started to come down … …
Later as he had lain sobbing … … not knowing why he was beaten up … … not understanding anything … … with neither his mother nor any of his coming up to him for fear of papa … …
He blinked and surfaced to the present. There was Kajol with the teasing look…
He went over to that closet and pulled out a tall box and brought it over to the bed. From the inside, he started taking out stuff and littered it on the bed. Kajol watched in amazement at the assorted lot of bra, panties & garter; and make-up sets and a shiny pointed stiletto which he threw on the floor. Sitting on the bed, he looked at her, and she saw his tears running freely down. With a choked voice, he said; “Now you also judge me”. Then he hid his face in his palms and she heard his soft gasping.
Immediately she walked to him and removed his hands from his eyes. “Look at me, look at me Rizu – I shall never judge you” she said as she pressed her lips to his. She kissed him all over and between the sobs, he relayed to her his childhood; how he had been shipped off to a boarding college immediately thereafter, where he had met Ramesh and how he carried the guilt all through – never being able to speak to his sisters thereafter during vacations although Ramesh who used to accompany him loved his family and was equally loved in return … … it was never the same …
She wiped his face with her dupatta and he opened his eyes. “It’s ok. Stop crying now.”
He nodded. Kajol was standing before him and he tentatively reached out for a breast. She watched in surprise but didn’t say anything. He moved his hand gently and she felt the touch of a child exploring the contours out of curiosity. For a full minute, he kept on feeling her up and then withdrew his hand. An idea came to her, “Wait, I will be back”, she said and went to her room. When she returned it was with her make up set.
“Let’s doll you up once again; and this time there is no papa. Now get changed into a towel.”.
After he had changed, she had marched him to the bathroom where she made him sit on a stool while she shaved off his legs, his chest and his armpit. He watched happily as she applied a variety of creams all over him and then made him take a shower. He held out his hairless arms for inspection and was amazed how nice it looked. From the other side of the door, she handed him the panties with words “come on try it on …”. He did and it was very tight.
When he came out, she clasped her hands in delight. “You are indeed beautiful” She said and immediately got to work. She put the garters on him and even the bra, padding it up with some cloth. Finally, she made him wear the negligee and the stiletto high heels. Marching him to before the mirrors; she had exclaimed, “Look how beautiful you look”. Then she had taken a bit of mascara from the corner of her eyes and smeared it on him to ward off evil eyes. “My Rizi”, she said.
Both of them had laughed and then gone to the kitchen to cook dinner together. It was laughter all the way to washing the dishes and finally he had asked her to come to his bed and she had said yes. She held him from the behind and kissed the back of his head.
“Ah Kajol, you are my true girlfriend”, he had whispered after switching off the lights.
“And Rizi, you are also my true girlfriend”, she had said as both dissolved into another fit of laughing.
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