[Drubyu]

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[Drubyu]

“Mumma, when will we reach Goa?” I asked my mom while looking out of the window of the flight. It had been 2 hours since we boarded the flight from Delhi and I was too excited to go to the beaches of Goa.


“Approx half an hour” I heard my mom. She was sitting next to me on the aisle seat.


I turned my head and glanced at her. She had Femina magazine in her hands and she was reading or looking at the pictures of the models with great interest. 


“Nani told me you did modeling while you were in college ” I wanted to know whether it was true..


“Yes,” She replied and sighed.


“Then, why did you stop doing it?” A question instantaneously shot out of my mouth.


“Because I got married to your father and he didn’t like me to model. So I had to leave it and then join this software company” She said calmly. I felt she was not happy that she had to leave her favorite activity. 


“I’m sorry, mom,” I told her as I felt so much sympathy for her and I didn’t know what to say.


“Why are you sorry, hon?” She chuckled and gently tapped my forehead with her hand.


“Nothing,” I said as I started to gather my things and put my headphones in my bag.


I was studying in *th standard and my annual exams were just over the previous day and it was the start of the vacation in the college and my mother and I were headed to Goa for a week,  for six days to be precise. My mom worked in a very well known MNC and she had taken leaves for a week.


My dad worked in a construction company as a senior architect. Although his company was based in Delhi, they were having a big project at Goa. And he had been deputed to Goa for the last three months. So he already was in Goa and we were going to join him for a week. 


Although almost every day we video called him, I was going to meet dad for the first time in two months. It also added to my excitement.


Finally, after a few more minutes, the flight landed at Dabolim airport. Mom put our bags in the trolley and we came out of the terminal.


We saw dad weaving his hand at us. So mom happily moved fast towards him and along with her, I. I had to literally run to catch up with her. She immediately left the trolley and hugged my dad cheerfully. I had to catch the trolley to stop it from moving.


“Heyy…how you been?” Dad was excited and roamed his hand on my head and played with my hair. Then he put his hand on my shoulder. His other hand was around the waist of my mom.


I hugged both of them. Then he took our bags and put them in the trunk of the car. Mom sat on the front seat beside dad and I was in the back.



“So, how was the journey?” Dad asked while driving the car.


“Fine. It was smooth.” My mom replied.


She looked at dad for a few moments while he was driving. Then she asked,


“Did you buy a car in Goa? “ 


Dad giggled and said,


“No, It's provided by the company. We have to move a lot. ”


“When will that project end?” She asked dad annoyingly.


“It will take another three months,” Dad replied nonchalantly. 


I saw her face and I could say she didn’t like that. I too, didn’t like that.


“Was it necessary to come here at this time? Project is in an important phase and it's a lot of work now. ” Dad briefly looked at mom while changing the gear.


“Don't ask me. Ask your son. Even before starting the exams, he was insisting to go to Goa.” She replied to dad. 


I saw in the mirror, dad briefly glanced at me. I felt suddenly guilty. She was right. Mom had promised me that she would take me to Goa in vacation but I had insisted on booking the tickets on the very next day of my last exam. I was excited about the idea of visiting Goa and dad both.


“It’s ok. Now you are here. I fear I might not be able to spare enough time for you guys. It would have been better if you had come after a few days. But it’s ok.” Dad said.


“Where is your project situated?” My mom asked for the sake of talking.


“Near Panjim.” Dad replied.


“So we are staying at Panjim?” Mom asked, looking at him. She looked disappointed.


“Ha Ha, no. We are provided staff quarters in Panjim but I’ve booked a resort for you guys in Candolim.” Dad replied smiling.


“I can’t put my beautiful wife in a staff quarter. What if mosquitoes bite her and ruin her beauty?” He further said while putting his hand on her knee.


“Dear Husband, someone is here,” She said while moving her knee so his hand slipped from her knee. Dad again put both of his hands on the steering wheel.


After a few more minutes of the drive, we reached our destination. It was a four-star nice looking resort with a swimming pool and other amenities situated in the Candolim area of north Goa.


 Our room was on the third floor. There was a lift in the middle of the lobby. A staircase was just opposite to the lift. There were four rooms on the right side of the lift with the doors of two rooms opposite to the doors of the other two rooms. The same situation was on the left side of the lift. So total there were eight rooms on the floor.





Our room,301, was on the right side of the lift. It was very spacious with a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. There was a wide couch across the bed, attached to the wall of the room. 






“Dad, Let’s go to the beach.” I was so excited, I asked my dad as soon as he dumped the bags in the room.


Both of my parents looked at me and started laughing. Dad took us to Candolim beach which was within walking distance from our resort. I was overjoyed. I was seeing the sea for the first time in my life. It was all the water until my eyesight reached. Its waves created a soothing rhythmic sound when they collided with the shore. My mom was also very excited. 


It was a fun atmosphere on the beach. There was a sea of people on the shore.Some people were swimming in the sea.There were a lot of beach huts or beach shacks, beachside makeshift restaurants lining up the shore. There were loud songs and music playing in the loudspeakers of these beach shacks. Some people could be seen dancing to the tunes of this music. 


There were mostly Indian people but there was a good number of foreigners also. I noticed one difference between Indians and foreigners. Almost all of the Indian women were wearing their traditional clothes like salwar and Kameez, some even wore the sarees. Some girls were wearing T-shirts and jeans or skirts but that was the limit. Most of the men wore vests above and rolled their pants till mid-calf. Some men or boys were wearing the bermudas too. 


On the other hand, almost all of the foreigners were wearing proper swimming /beach attire. Girls were in the two-piece bikinis and men only wore a Bermuda. 


There were a lot of people on the beach. Some sitting on the beach and chilling while drinking beer, some reading a book while relaxing on the beach bed. Some simply lying on the sand. Some were just sleeping on the beach bed, enjoying the view or reading a book with a beer bottle in one hand while relaxing on the beach chair.


Some guys were busy taking the vids and pics of the beach.There were lots of speed boats and other boats in the sea. People were enjoying themselves and nobody seemed to give a damn to anybody else.


I was so lost and awestruck in the majestic view of the sea, I almost forgot I was not there to look only. Coming to my senses, I started running in the soft sand till my feet touched the cold seawater.


“Aman, don't go too far.” I heard the voice of my mom but I decided to ignore it and went further down in the water till the water was up to my knees. 


I wanted to go further down but I felt hands around my waist and suddenly it became stiff around my waist so I was not able to move further.


“NO. Don't go too deep.” I heard the loud voice of my mom in my ear.


She dragged me out of the water until only my feet were under the water. I hated my mom. My mom stood behind me with her hands on my chests, making sure I don't run out of her reach and dad stood beside her. Our feet were under the sea. I didn’t have much height. My head reached her chest.


“It’s so nice na.” Mom was talking with dad.


“Yeah.It’s awesome.” Dad replied.


“Dad, Let's go there.” I pointed a finger to a place in the sea where a lot of young people were bathing and having fun.


“No, it’s too deep. Look, water reaches to their necks. They know swimming. We don't know so we can’t go.” Dad replied.


“Yes, your dad is right.It’s too risky.” Mom also supported him.


Then suddenly a huge wave came and it completely drenched us. It was fun. Then dad threw some water on my mom and me by his hands and we did the same to dad. It was fun.


We then had some coconut water and simply walked on the beach. We stayed there till the sunset and then returned to our room. 


My mom sent me to the washroom to clean myself and take a bath. After I was done I tried to open the door but it seemed locked. I shouted for my mom but she didn’t reply. After a few minutes, she opened the door and said that it was locked from outside mistakenly. Then they became refreshed.



We decided to have dinner at the restaurant of the resort.


My mom and I stood in the lobby while dad was locking the room. There was a family, a couple in their twenties and their little kid, standing near the door of the lift and another man, who looked like he was in his late forties, was locking the door of room no.308 which was adjacent to our room. 


“Hi” said the man to my dad as he caught up with him while walking towards the lift.


“Hi” Dad replied as we all entered the lift.


My parents and I stood silently in the lift while all the other people were talking with one another. From their discreet conversation I guessed, they were related. 


Dinner was awesome. It was a buffet dinner with a variety of food items. Food ranged from Goan style prawn curry to North Indian Dum Aloo. There were quite a few people in the hall. All had a dish in their hands. They were eating, talking and laughing in the groups of their friends. We were standing in the corner, eating silently.


“Hey...Are you new here?” That older guy whom we met in the lift approached us while dad was away, having a phone call with someone from his work.


“Yes.” My mom briefly looked at him and again started eating food. He was standing beside me and in front of my mother.


He was wearing a tight navy blue t shirt and black track pants. His hair was short. His chest was broad and its muscles created bumps on his tshirt. His stout biceps could be seen from the sleeves of the Tshirt and his arms looked strong and stiff.He was clean shaved.


“Let me guess, you’re from Mumbai.” He said while holding a dish in his hand and taking a bite of some salad from it.


“No.We’re from Delhi.” Mom flatly replied.


“O teri, That’s why I thought why were you looking so familiar. I’m also from Delhi.” He said looking at my mom.


“But you guessed we’re from Mumbai.” Mom smiled a little at his bluff and replied while mixing rice with dal on her plate.


“Yeah. I did feel you’re from Delhi but then guessed you must be from Mumbai as you are very pretty and fair. Mumbai has bollywood na.” He tried to justify.


 I found his logic weird and looked at my mom while chewing the food. I expected her to show disgust at his flawed logic but instead, she kept mum trying to hide her smile.


Soon dad also joined us and they started to talk while mom and I ate dinner silently listening to their boring conversation. From their chatting, I came to know that his name was Pratap Singh. He was a retired colonel of the army. That couple were his son and his daughter in law. His son’s name was Sumit. Pratap’s wife had died a few days earlier and he took his only son and his son’s family to take a vacation in Goa so that his son might come out of the grief of losing his mother. 


While sumit and his family went to the lift, Pratap asked us to climb the stairs instead of using the lift as some exercise was necessary for health, he told that. Both Pratap uncle and dad lead in the climbing while my mom and I followed them. Dad and he were talking all the way. I also came to know that Pratap uncle had booked two rooms in the resort. One , 308, for himself and 307 for his son and wife.

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I jumped on the bed and lay on it as soon as we returned to the room.Dad sat on the couch and turned the TV on. Mom sat on the other side of the bed and started applying lotion on her arms.


“Can’t you take off from work till we are here?” Asked my mom to Dad.


“No. I can’t.” He replied briefly.


“But why , Dad? It’s a vacation. ” I asked him. I was really annoyed. I had expected that I would spend this little vacation with both of my parents.


“It’s a vacation for you guys. I'm not here vacationing. I’m working here and I’m in the middle of an important phase of a God damn project.” He replied in a voice louder than usual. His voice suggested that he had started to be frustrated. And my experience said it was not wise to incite him more.So I decided to stop talking to him and I looked at my mother.


“Don’t ruin the boy's mood. I had told him that it was not the best time to visit here but he was so much excited and insisted too much that I had to book the tickets. And you know that.” Mom came to my rescue.


“Look dear, I’m so sorry but I’m really stuck with work here. I’m a supervisor over 200 workers here and I really can’t leave the site. We will go somewhere when I return in the evening.” He softened up somehow and said.


“Leave him, we will go to Candolim tomorrow.”  said  my mom looking at me.


Going to nearby Candolim beach was far better than staying in the room.So I nodded feeling disappointed and concentrated on the TV.


Day 2


The next day in the morning, we went downstairs to the restaurant of that resort for breakfast.Mom and I were wearing the same clothes in which we slept. I was wearing a loose T shirt and a black bermuda and mom was wearing off white kameez and salwar.Dad woke up early and he was all prepared to go to work. 


Like the dinner on the previous day, it was a buffet breakfast with many cuisines like Dosa, Idlis and Chole Puri along with different kinds of biscuits with tea and coffee. We took our plates and stood in the same corner as the previous night.


“Hi” Pratap uncle approached us with a mug full of coffee in his hand. 


“Hi “ Dad replied, looking at him.


“So what's the plan for today?” He asked dad. 


“Nothing at all.I’m going to work. But Shweta and Aman will go to Candolim. I will take them to dinner in the evening when I return.” Replied my dad while eating the Idli.


“We are going to Baga. Your family can also join us if you don’t mind.” Pratap uncle said to my dad.


Dad glanced over where Pratap uncle’s son Sumit and his wife were standing and then looked at uncle’s face.


“Are you all going? I mean you, Sumit and Nidhi.” Dad asked him.


“No”  Uncle replied almost immediately.


Dad was confused. He kept staring at the uncle’s face.


“My little grandson will also come.”  Clarified uncle.


My mom could not stop herself from laughing.I too smiled. 


“Yeah, of course.” Dad felt embarrassed and it was all he could reply.


“So what do you say?My daughter in law Nidhi will also find a company in Shweta ji.” He again asked my dad.


Dad didn’t reply and continued to eat breakfast as if he was thinking  what to do. I also found that idea great. I looked at dad hoping he would agree to his offer. Dad looked at me staring at him.


“Ok, no problem,” Dad said to Pratap.


“We’ll be leaving in an hour,” Pratap uncle said while looking at mom.


After breakfast  we returned to our room. Dad went to work. We took a shower and changed. 


I wore a white-colored T shirt and blue bermuda. Mom wore yellow kurti and green leggings. Her kurti was short-sleeved. The sleeves of her kurti reached till her elbows. Kurti had a decolletage neckline so a major portion of her neck and its lower part and her collar bones could be seen. It had a hook behind her neck.There were green colored patterns printed on all over the material of the Kurti. She had tied her hair in a bun that was held by a hairpin. She had removed the small earrings and except the wedding ring in her left hand, she didn’t wear any jewelry. 


She then took my backpack and emptied it on the bed and stuffed two towels in it.We were ready to go. We waited for uncle in our room. After a few minutes, his son Sumit knocked on the door and said that they were going. My mom and Sumit’s wife Nidhi greeted each other. She was carrying her kid in her hand.We followed them downstairs.



Pratap uncle had hired Ertiga and was waiting for us.He was sitting on the front seat. As Nidhi had her son in her arm, Sumit helped her open the door. Mom and I were standing behind them. Nidhi then climbed in the middle seat along with her son.Then she moved on the seat and made space for Sumit. Sumit also started to settle there. My mom told me to settle on the back seat as she moved to open the door on the other side of the middle seat. She had to move around the front of the car to reach the other side. I saw the head of Pratap uncle also moving, following my mom. She then sat on the middle seat beside Nidhi and I adjusted in the back seat.


“Hello shweta ji” Pratap uncle turned his head towards mom and said.


“Hi” She replied briefly.


“I hope my grandson doesn’t bother you.” Uncle said looking at his hyperactive grandson who was sitting on the lap of Nidhi.


“No no, it’s ok” Mom replied.


“Yes, bear with him. Baga is only around 5 km from here.It’s only a matter of a few minutes.” Uncle said and turned his head and started looking from the windshield.


Then my mom and Nidhi started talking during the way. They talked about kids and stuff. Nidhi was worried about her son’s hyperactivity and she asked my mom’s opinion. Mom said it was perfect for boys at this age to be hyperactive and also gave her some advice on what to do or how to behave with hyperactive kids. I was surprised how come my mom knew so much about it. I mean I was not hyperactive so she was not talking from her experience. Luckily, Nidhi asked her whether I was also hyperactive. Mom denied and said that she had read about all kinds of scenarios when she was pregnant with me.


Finally, we reached Baga beach. Pratap uncle hired two beach lounge chairs and put the backpacks on the sand near the chairs. Pratap uncle and his son Sumit were wearing T-shirts and Jeans. Nidhi wore simple Tee and jeans. Her jeans reached till her midcalf.


Both father and son put their mobile phones and purses in their respective backpacks and then took their T shirts and jeans off. They were wearing bermudas under their jeans.They had their vests on.Mom didn’t bring her mobile phone with her so we didn’t have to worry about it.


“Let’s go,” Uncle announced. He sat on his knees and made his grandson sit on his shoulders. Then he stood up and started to move towards the sea.


I also started following him.I looked back and saw Sumit , Nidhi and my mom were also coming behind me. I ran and caught up with Pratap uncle.


“Hey , Don't go too far.” I heard the voice of my mom coming from behind me when the water was at the level of my knees.


“Don’t worry. I’m with him.” Uncle turned his head and replied to mom.


Uncle then caught the leg of his grandson who was sitting on his shoulder and caught my wrist with his other hand and said,


“Ready?” 


“YES” . I shouted. I was ready like hell. It was so exciting.


Then we moved further down till water was around my neck and when a wave came, it surpassed my head. It was an amazing experience. Once the wave had passed, I would poke my head out of the water and be ready for another wave. Uncle had firmly gripped my wrist all the time.


Then he left my hand and said,


“Enjoy the water but make sure to keep your feet firmly on the ground. Don’t let the wave move your feet from the ground. Understood?” 


I nodded. He then took his grandson and started to move him on the surface of the water.We spent a crazy amount of time in the water.


When I looked back I saw the trio- my mom , Nidhi and Sumit having fun in the water.They would take the water in their hands and start sprinkling on one another. They had not come as far as us but they were little behind us.




After having much of the fun , uncle started moving to the shore with his grandson sitting on his shoulders.I too followed him. Soon we all gathered around the beach lounge chairs.We all were completely drenched in the water. Nidhi took the towel out from her backpack and started wiping the head of her son.Mom also gave me a towel. She too wiped the water from her head and face.


Uncle went to the nearby beach shack and came with five bottles of sprite and a small water bottle between his hands and chest. He handed the Sprite to all of us and the water bottle to his grandson. It felt good when the soda went down my throat. 


“Thanks” said my mom who was standing beside Nidhi. 


“Arrey, what thanks.” Replied uncle.


“Let’s play volleyball.” Sumit Suggested with a ball in his hand.


We all went to the sea. When a wave came, it wetted our feet. Uncle decided to play boys against girls. So Uncle, Sumit and I were in one team and Nidhi and my mother were against us. Nidhi’s son was playing with sand near us.


Nidhi and mom were ready with their fingers intertwined. Nidhi stood in front of Sumit and mom was standing in front of uncle on the opposite side. I was beside Sumit. 


Sumit first serviced the ball and threw it on the opposite side. Nidhi jumped and hit the ball so it came in the direction of Pratap uncle. Uncle hit the ball with his right hand and sent the ball to the direction of my mom. Mom stretched both of her hands above her head to hit the ball. 


I realized for the first time that her kurti had clung to her body completely as it had become wet. Its material was thin so It had become transparent.She had worn a yellow colored padded bra. As her bra didn’t cover the whole of her breasts, the cleavage could be seen through her Kurti.She had worn her leggings just below the navel. So her skin from the waistline of leggings to her bra was on the show. 


She missed the ball.She then threw the ball on the other side towards Pratap uncle.He flawlessly hit the ball and sent it back towards mom. I looked at him. He didn’t hit the ball as hard as the previous time. Mom once again stretched her hands above her head to hit the ball. I looked at Pratap uncle from the corner of my eyes.  He was standing there motionless and staring at my mom constantly.


I felt too much embarrassment. I didn’t like him staring at her.I hoped mom realized that her Kurti had become transparent as soon as possible but she didn’t. They continued to play. I hit the ball very few times. Mostly it was Pratap uncle and mom playing. Whenever she ran or jumped, her breasts bounced.I felt Pratap throwing the ball intentionally towards my mom.


I looked at Nidhi.She also was wet but the material of her T shirt was thick and it didn’t become transparent like mom. Her breasts also bounced when she ran or jumped. Strangely I liked to see her.




Surprisingly Nidhi was the first to back out from the game.She said she was tired and could not play anymore. She took her son who was playing with the sand nearby and went to the lounge chairs. We all followed her and sat on the lounge chairs.


Sumit sat beside Nidhi and their son on one chair. Pratap uncle and mom sat on the other. I just sat on the sand near them. 


“You played well,” Uncle said while looking at mom.


“I like volleyball very much. I played in my college team. We won a statewide medal” She replied.


“Wow.” He exclaimed.


“Dad, fetch us something to drink.” Sumit ordered his dad while sitting beside his wife.


“What do you mean by fetching us? You just go and bring the drinks for us.” He annoyingly answered his son.


“No, I won't go. You go.” It was Sumit again.


“Ok Ok. Calm down. I’m going” Said my mom and started to stand up.


“No. You sit Shweta. I will go.” Pratap uncle caught her hand and made her sit. 


He then threw an angry look at his son and went to the beach shack and brought water bottles for us.


“Let’s go to Jetski,” Nidhi said, looking at the sea.

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He then threw an angry look at his son and went to the beach shack and brought water bottles for us.


“Let’s go to Jet ski.” Nidhi said looking at the sea.


“Yeah. Good idea.” Mom said.


“Let’s go then.” Uncle stood up. 


We went to the Jet ski operator.Pratap uncle purchased tickets for all of us. They gave us life jackets to wear. My mom and I rode the skii together. I caught the front part of the skii and mom sat behind me. She put one of her hands on my shoulder and caught the front part of the ski with her other hand. Nidhi and Sumit also sat like that on another ski.Nidhi had her son in her lap whom she had firmly caught with one of her arms.


A guy stood behind my mom and he drove us to a wide open sea.  We spent a good twenty minutes in the sea. Pratap uncle refused to let someone else drive the ski. He argued that he knew how to drive it so he himself drove the Jet ski.


We  all came to shore together after the ride was over,except Pratap uncle. He was still in the sea. Mom and I stood near the sea and looked at the direction of uncle’s ski. Soon Sumit and Nidhi along with their son also joined us.


“Hey..” Mom said looking at them.


“It was fun na.” Nidhi said.


“Yeah, my heart was racing like anything,” Sumit said, still breathing heavily.


“Ohh, why? It was exciting but look at you. Looks like instead of riding on Jet ski, you were running on the water behind it.”  Mom asked Sumit.


“Because I have speedofobia.” Sumit replied while trying to catch his breath.


Speedofobia? What the fuck was this? I thought.I looked at my mom puzzled but she was looking at Nidhi. Sumit was still trying to catch his breath with his hands on his knees. I saw mom and Nidhi smiling above his back.


It was too much fun. After all of these activities, I felt a little tired and hungry also. 


“Mumma, I’m hungry.” I told my mom in her ear. No one else was talking about food so I felt they would make fun of me.


“Hmmm..Let Pratap come here. Then we would go for lunch,”  Mom replied..


Pratap uncle was still in the sea. It seemed he had planned to spend the rest of the day in the sea itself. Finally, Jet ski operator sent one of  his employees with another Jet ski.He went in the sea and brought uncle back to the shore. Jet ski guys demanded uncle to pay extra money for extra time spent in the sea and he had to pay extra money to them.


“I went all the way to that point.” Pratap uncle pointed his finger to the sea and said after removing his life jacket.


“How do you know how to drive Jet ski?” Mom asked uncle while removing her life jacket. 


We had forgotten to remove our life jackets so looking at her doing so we all started removing it.


“I didn’t know,” Pratap uncle dropped a bombshell.


We all were dumbstruck and stared at him ,expecting clarifications.


“I had seen a program on Discovery channel about the operating system of Jet Skis and I knew the swimming. I had a life Jacket on also. So I put two and two together and decided to do something toofani.”  Pratap uncle said while looking at all of us.


“What?” It was Sumit’s response while mom,Nidhi and I were laughing. Mom was standing beside Pratap uncle and she slapped on uncle’s upper arm with her hand while laughing hysterically , keeping her other hand on her mouth.


Speedofobia. A word came to my mind when I looked at Sumit.


“Aren’t you guys hungry?” Mom said after composing herself.


“Yes. Let's eat something. Bittu is hungry too.” Nidhi supported her. 


Uncle suggested we go to a famous beach shack which was a little far from there.We went to the  beach lounge chairs where our backpacks were placed. We all dried ourselves with towels. Our clothes were still wet but they were not as drenched as earlier. 


I dried my hair and wiped my face and hands with a towel.I looked at mom. She had removed the hair pin and she was wiping her loose hair with a towel. Nidhi was wiping her face. Sumit and Pratap uncle removed their vests and wore another T-shirt they had brought.Then they wrapped towels around their waist and started removing their bermuda under it. 


Mom turned her face to the other side as soon as Pratap uncle and Sumit started doing that. Nidhi also changed the clothes of her son and then took out another set of her clothes from her backpack.


“Didn’t you bring any other clothes?” Nidhi asked my mom while taking her clothes and towel in her hands.


“No. Where will you change them?” Mom was surprised and asked Nidhi.


“I’m going inside the beach shack. They maintain separate changing booths for ladies.” Nidhi told my mom and started moving inside the beach shack.


“It’s ok. It happens for the first time. We also roamed all day in wet clothes when we came on the first day.” Pratap uncle looked at mom and said. 


He had changed his clothes into another coffee colored T shirt and another bermuda.


“hmmm.” Mom replied. 


Pratap uncle then paid the rent of the beach lounge chairs.We took our backpacks. Soon Nidhi came out and we walked to that famous beach shack for lunch.


We all settled around a big round table in that beach shack. My mom was on my right side, uncle sat on her right, then Sumit and after him Nidhi with her son on her lap. So it made Nidhi sit on my left side.


That beach shack had a huge menu with names of items I read for the first time in my life. Almost all of the items were non veg. Uncle asked my mom whether she was a non vegetarian. She replied she was crazy behind fish which was true.


Uncle ordered food- Various types of fish and prawn items and soft drinks.They were amazing. I had never tasted so much delicious seafood earlier.


“How’z the food?” uncle asked while taking a piece of food in his fork.


“Ummm...Amazing.”Mom replied while munching.


“What are you doing on the mobile? Start eating.”  Uncle annoyingly asked his son Sumit.


“Nothing Dad, They run a long trip in the sea in boats. Dolphin seeing trips.I’m thinking of going there. I’m trying to book the tickets  for all of us.” He replied , still his face buried in the screen.


I liked his idea of a Dolphin seeing  trip, deep in the sea. I felt excitement. 


“No, we are not going. You go with your wife and son. We will better relax on the beach only.” He replied to his son.


It was a huge disappointment. I wanted to go there. And who the hell was he to dictate my mom and me? I thought. I looked at my mom. She also glanced at me. I knew I had conveyed to her that I wanted to go there. I had expected her to speak and try to convince Pratap uncle to let us go if he didn’t want to go but mom didn’t do that. Instead she continued eating her food. My mood was suddenly off. I stopped eating. Mom looked at me and said in a  very low voice,


“Don’t start. Finish your Chapati.”


Although I didn’t have an appetite, I had to finish the Chapati because I knew I would have to finish it.


Sumit, his wife Nidhi and their son left for the boat ride as soon as the lunch was over. Pratap uncle, mom and I stood on the beach, deciding what to do next.


“Let’s go to Calangute,” Uncle suggested.


“Calangute? Jeez, no.” Mom said, making her face.


“Why ? What happened?” Uncle asked.


“I’ve heard, It’s the most polluted and overcrowded beach in Goa.”  Mom said.


“I don’t know about the pollution but you’re right about the crowd.It’s because most of the travel agencies, that run buses and stay in Goa for one or two days  ,book their  hotels at calangute. It’s cheaper than other places. So naturally it is overcrowded.” Uncle said.


“Then..” Mom said.


“We still should go there. To see the crowd. It’s an adventure of its kind.” Uncle said.


I was silently listening to their conversation. I didn’t give any damn because I didn’t care where they wanted to go. I wanted to go to see the Dolphins and I was not going there so I was ready to go wherever they decided  but I felt uncle was adamant on going to Calangute. 


“Ok, Fine, Let's go there.” Mom gave up and said.


“Thanks. Lets walk then.” Uncle said.


“Walk?” Mom asked.


“Yes. Calangute and Baga are joined together. It’s hardly three km from here.Can you look at that place?” Uncle said while pointing his finger to some distant place.


“Yeah.” Mom replied.


“Calangute starts from there. So let’s go. ” uncle said.


“Ok,Fine.” Mom said. She was not very excited about going there but she didn’t have any choice.


“Let’s do a sea walk” Uncle said and started going towards the sea.


We started to walk on the beach very near to the sea. Our feet were under the sea water.

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“Let’s do a sea walk” Uncle said and started going towards the sea.


We started to walk on the beach very near to the sea. Our feet were under the sea water.


Uncle was walking on the side of the sea. I was between him and my mom. Mom walked on the shore side.


“It feels so nice na.” Uncle said while walking in the water.


“Hmmmm. Right. It feels serene” Mom replied calmly.


“So Shweta, Did you come here for the first time?” Uncle asked, looking at mom.


“Yes. You?” She asked him.


“No, I’m not a first timer. It’s my favorite place to vacation actually.I used to come here along with my wife.” He said rather in a sad voice.


Mom also sensed the sadness in his voice so she was silent for a few moments. Then she spoke,


“What happened to her?” 


“She had cancer.” He replied in a low voice.


“Ohhh.. So sad.” Mom sympathized with him.


We kept walking for some time silently. Then uncle spoke,


“You know a lot of movies have been shot in Goa?” 


“Haha, yes. Especially Rohit Shetty ones.” Mom replied.


“You remember that famous scene of Chennai Express movie, where a train is stopped by Deepika’s father near a waterfall when it reaches to his reign?” Uncle asked.  


I remembered the scene. 


“Yes, it was awesome.” I replied before mom could speak.


“Yeah, It is shot in Goa. It is Dudhsagar waterfalls. It’s in Goa.” Uncle said. Sadness in his voice was gone.He seemed quite excited.


“Ohh..really. I thought Goa is famous for beaches only.” Mom showed her ignorance.


“You are wrong Shweta. Goa is actually famous for K P and C.” uncle said.


“K P and C ? “ mom was confused.


“Yes, Khana , peena aur Chahalna.” uncle clarified.


Mom giggled on his weird acronym.What the hell was comic in that? I thought.


“Can I ask you a question?” Uncle looked at mom and said.


“What?” Mom said.


“Do you take drinks?” He asked.


No.She doesn't take drinks. I wanted to say because I had never seen her taking the drink.My dad took. We kept bottles in our fridge but she didn’t take them.


She hesitated for a moment and then said,


“Yes. I mean , not regularly but occasionally, mostly to give the company to my husband.” 


I was surprised. I looked at her.She avoided looking back at me.Instead she kept walking looking straight.It was a revelation. While we were walking, I saw a beautiful seashell lying on the shore at some distance from the sea. I started to go there.


“Where are you going?” I heard the voice of my mother. I turned my head and looked at them.They were standing and looking at me.


“There’s something on the beach.” I said while running towards it. I feared someone else might take it.I took it as a souvenir from Goa. 


When I returned I found mom and uncle had been walking. I caught up with them.They were walking side by side and there was no space in the middle. So I started to walk by mom’s side. She was now in the middle of uncle and me.


“So, you don’t like seeing Dolphins?” Mom calmly asked uncle.


“No, I like it.” Uncle replied in short.


“Then why didn’t you go there? My son was excited and he wanted to go there.” Mom asked uncle.


“I’m so sorry guys. I was being selfish. I wanted Sumit to spend some time with his family. I didn’t want you guys to go with them. I wanted him to enjoy some alone time. Actually Nidhi told me that Sumit was acting weird since his mother died. He was avoiding her for some unknown reasons. I wanted them to be together for sometime.” He replied.


“Ohh.Is he your only son?” Mom asked uncle.


“No, I have a daughter also.She’s married. My son is the younger one.He was emotionally the most attached to his mother. I was in the army and had to travel a lot so you can say their mother single-handedly raised them. She was very protective to him. It made him a coward.” uncle said.


“Well, he is not just adventurous.Coward is a strong word.” Mom said sympathetically.


“Whatever. He was very much affected by the death of his mother. He refused to recognize that she had died. He didn’t attend her funeral and He even didn’t cry for three days.I feared for his life and I had to make him cry by shouting loudly that his mother was dead.He was so sad, he started to remain aloof all the time.Even after six months of her death, he still was sad. I brought them here so he could relax” uncle said.His voice quivered.


I felt sympathy for him.I looked at him.His eyes were watery.He wiped his eyes by the back of his hand. 
 
“Are you ok?” Mom sympathetically put her hand on his back and asked.


“Yeah, I’m alright.” Uncle replied.


“So, you are here for three days.” Mom said.


“Yes, We will be leaving the day after tomorrow.” He replied.


Shit. I had enjoyed a lot with him. I didn’t like him telling us that he would leave a day after that day. I wanted him to stay till we were there. I thought I was going to miss him.


“Would you like to be in touch, even in Delhi?” He asked my mom.


“Yes, sure.” She replied.


“Tell me your number. You didn’t bring your mobile na. I will call on it and you save it when you go to your room.” He said.


Mom gave him her mobile number and he dialed it from his phone and then cut the call.


“Where do you work in Delhi?” He asked her.


“In ********”  Mom told him the name of her company.


“Ohh , ok” He said.


“You were in the army na?” Mom asked him.


“Yes “ He replied.


“Did you kill any terrorist?”  She asked him curiously.


“Many. I was posted in Kashmir for the majority of time in my service.There was much trouble there. Almost every day skirmishes happened with terrorists.” He replied.


While we were walking, something got stuck between my right foot and the sandal and it poked in the skin of my sole so it caused pain. I stopped walking. I leaned and removed the small stone with my finger. 


When I became straight to walk again I saw mom and uncle were walking very close to each other. Mom’s right hand was caught by uncle’s left hand. Their fingers were intertwining with one another. I ran up to them and started walking by my mom’s side again.


Uncle was talking about his experience in the army and about various combat operations where he took part. 


“But I liked one thing the most in Kashmir.” Uncle said.
“What?” Mom asked.


“It’s people. Especially the womenfolk. They are very beautiful. Just like you.” He said.


Mom didn’t  reply to him and continued walking.


“Is he your real son?” Uncle asked mom again.


It was a weird question. Why on the earth did he think like that? I was thinking.Mom looked briefly at me and then again looked at him and said,


“Why ?  He is my own biological son ” 


“Because you don't look like his mom. You look like his elder sister. .” He said.


Mom tried to stop her smile and said,


“Don’t lie.I’m ** year old mother of a ** year old son.” 


“I’m not lying. I swear on my son. When I first saw you I thought you were either his elder sister or step mother. But then concluded that you were his elder sister as your faces are similar to each other.” Uncle said.


I was not sure whether he indeed thought like that or just lying. 


“Haha , it’s a compliment.” Mom said. Her face glowed more.


“Can I say one thing, if you don't mind?” Uncle asked mom.


Mom didn’t answer immediately as if she was weighing whether to yes or no.


“You have maintained your body very well.Don’t take it otherwise but after a childbirth , a woman's body changes a lot. But look at you.You have the right amount of fat in the right places and no fat where it is not required, just like your belly.” Uncle was speaking without waiting for her to say yes.


I felt too much embarrassment. I was sure mom felt the same.She was walking silently.


“Mom, I’m tired.” I said to stop him from talking like that and to divert their attention and I indeed was very much tired.


She startled as if she woke up from the trance by hearing my voice and said,


“Ohhh...How far is it , Pratap ji? ” 


“Actually we have reached, haha” He replied.


Bastard. I thought in my mind and looked at my mom with a face of disgust.


“It’s ok.Let’s go there.” She said looking at some place on the beach.


      

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“Actually we have reached, haha” He replied.


Bastard. I thought in my mind and looked at my mom with a face of disgust.


“It’s ok.Let’s go there.” She said looking at some place on the beach.


Mom and Pratap uncle threw their backpacks on the beach and  sat on the beach, facing the sea. Uncle sat on mom’s right side.I was on her left side.I lay on the beach with my elbows on it. I was really very much tired.It felt good. Uncle was sitting on the sand with his legs crossed and mom sat with her arms around her knees.


“Wanna drink?” Uncle took the water bottle out of his backpack and offered me.


“Yes.” I said. I sat properly and took the bottle from him and drank plenty of water from it and then gave it back to him. It felt so nice.Then again I lay on the beach with my elbows.


“Say thanks to uncle, Bittu.” Mom looked at me and said.


“Hey...It’s ok.” Uncle intervened before I could speak.


Mom smiled at him and then looked towards the sea. I also saw the sea. It looked awesome. The constant and rhythmic sound of the waves, lots of people having fun in the sea, kids playing and running on the beach, all of these added to its beauty.Though it was after noon , the wind was cool and it felt really nice.


“So Shweta, It’s the first time you’re visiting Goa.” Uncle said, looking at the sea.


“Yeah.” Mom replied briefly and calmly.


“Why? Don’t you like traveling?” He asked, looking at her.


“No. I like it. I’m actually crazy behind traveling and seeing exotic places but..” She said, looking at  uncle.


“But?” Uncle asked.


“My husband doesn’t like traveling much. He has to travel a lot due to his job so he decides to spend the days off at the home itself” She replied.


I was silently listening to their talks while lying on the beach. I agreed with mom.I too liked seeing new things and visiting new places but we rarely went out.


“Ohhh sad.” Uncle said while looking at mom. 

Mom didn’t reply to him and stared at the sea silently.


“Did you have a love marriage or arranged marriage ?” Uncle again asked mom.


“Love. Why?” she asked him looking back at him.


“Because I wonder how come a girl like you fell in love with him?” He asked.


Mom chuckled at his question.


“No seriously. Tell me how did you fall in love with him? I’m curious. You guys seem north and south poles to me.”  Uncle said.


“Well...It’s a long story.” She said.


“Tell me in short.” Uncle replied.


“I was studying in the second semester of engineering. I had a friend called Anita. She was my classmate also. I used to go to her house for study. Pranad was her elder brother. He was a master in maths. He used to teach us maths. We started to talk.We started to date and soon I was in love with him.” Mom narrated it in the same style she used to read me stories when I was younger.


“Aha..Then you completed the study and as soon as it was over you married him.” Uncle predicted what would have happened after that.


“Well...no…We married while I was still in the last year of my study.I wrote my final exams while I was pregnant for eight months with Aman.” She corrected him.


“Ohhh...Why so much hurry, dear. You could have waited till your study was over.” Uncle advised her.


“Actually….I had to. I mean I became pregnant with him. So..we married.” Mom took her mouth near to his ear and told him hesitatingly in a very low voice, almost hissing.


Fuck. So I was already in her belly when she married my dad. It was the biggest revelation of my life. My parents behaved normally and never in my wildest dream I thought I was a bastard.It was so shameful, I felt to lie on that beach forever. She thought I would not be able to hear but I was lying very next to her and I heard it even if she spoke in a low voice.


“HAHAHA….” Uncle started laughing uncontrollably while clapping his hands.


Mom felt embarrassed and she hid her face in her palms.
“Hey..It’s ok. I’m sorry.” Looking at her being embarrassed , uncle stopped laughing and said while putting his hand on mom’s back.


She put her arms around her knees again and stared at sea.


“So it was a dream come true for you, wasn’t it?” Uncle composed himself and asked her in a serious voice.


“Sometimes we long for a thing but when we get it, we realize it was not worth it.” She said in a sad voice.


“Hmmmmm.Right.” Uncle came closer to her.His hand slid on her back till it rested on her waist.


I didn’t like him putting his hand on her. I wanted him to behave.I hoped she would object to it but she didn’t. She just kept staring at the sea. Probably she was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realise that he was sitting too close to her and his hand was on her waist. It was strange to me too. I had seen my parents hugging briefly always. Other than an occasional brief hug, I had never seen my dad touching my mom anywhere or vice versa. I was seeing someone, for the first time, putting his hand on her waist. It was a weird feeling.I certainly did not like that and felt a strange sadness in my heart.


“You know, I was naive. I was so excited about having my own family...my husband and my child..But reality dawned soon. I was so stuck up with the baby.I felt my life was lost.Doing this for him and doing that for him all of the day.There was no time for me.I liked modeling and I wanted to be a top model but there I was feeding him,cleaning him,making him asleep...him..him and him. There was no time for myself. My husband was busy with his job.And my mother in law.She was bitch….” Mom was speaking, looking at sea, without caring if anyone listened or not.


“Hmmm…” Uncle said listening to her.


I felt ashamed and sorry for her.I never thought I was so much a burden on her.I felt she didn’t like me at all.


“My mother in law never helped me with my son.Instead she was a monster.She never accepted me.She thought I had ruined her son’s life. She  mentally abused me a lot. She always taunted me. She also didn’t like my son.It was the most difficult thing for me. We almost quarrelled daily over one or other thing and my husband would always take the side of his mother…..” Mom was speaking in a sad voice while staring at the wide open sea.


She kept bitching about my grandmother and my dad. I came to know how much difficulty she faced with my grandmother and how my dad also abused her mentally.I instantly hated my grandmother and decided never to talk to her again.How can she harass my mom? I thought.  
“When he was two years old, I found an opportunity and took that job.My monster in law even didn’t like me working. My husband had taken a huge home loan and I promised him to share EMI so he supported me.” Mom spoke.


“Hmmm….” Uncle was listening empathically.


“Sometimes I wonder what if we could see a future.” Mom said saighly.


“Hey...Don’t say this.I can see it.” Uncle said.


Mom looked at him questioningly.


“Show me your palm.I know palmistry.” Uncle clarified.


Mom adjusted herself and sat cross legged on the beach and presented her palm to him. Uncle took her hand in both of his hands and ran his thumbs on her palm.She giggled due to it.Then uncle closed his eyes and sat like that for few moments.Then he blew on her palm and said,


“Your future is very bright.” 


“Acha…” Mom said mockingly.


“Yes...seriously..You don't believe but it's science. Our old munis used to predict the futures of people by looking at their palms and most events did happen as per their prediction.” Uncle said.


“Hmmm...ok.” Mom said.


“Look, there are three major lines in a palm.” Uncle said while caressing my mom’s palm with his thumb.


“The heart line, the head line and the lifeline.” Uncle continued while running his finger on each line he described.


“Ohh…” Mom said.


“Look at your heart line.It begins just below your index finger. It means you will get a lot of love in your life and this head line…….” 


Uncle was explaining palmistry with mom’s hand in his hands and his fingers running on her palm ,explaining various lines of her hand. It was pretty boring to me. Also I felt a little freshened up as I was lying on the beach for a while. So I decided to go to the sea and have some fun.


I stood up from my place and started to go towards the sea.


“Hey...Don’t go too deep.” I heard the voice of my mother. 


“It’s ok dude. Go as far as you can.Have fun as you like.I’m watching you. Don’t worry.” Uncle's shout followed the voice of mom.


I decided to ignore them and went in the sea till the water was at the level of my chest. I bathed in the sea for quite some time and when the sun was about to set, I decided to return.


I saw mom and uncle sitting very close to each other.Uncle had stretched his legs and mom was sitting cross legged.Uncle’s hand was around her on her waist and mom’s head was on the shoulder of uncle and her eyes were closed.


“Mumma, shall we go?” I asked loudly.


She opened her eyes and said,


“Yeah, sure.” 


And we returned to the room of the resort in the car uncle had hired.

[Drubyu]

Very nice Drubyu... It's pleasure to see you write again. Cant tell you how much erotic this plot has been. Florishing affair of a milf with mature, widow guy in presence of her son! Being very gentle and slow by now, you have awakened wild desired in our minds. Nobody will have problem with the way the romance is going. Only I think that time has came to start adding spice inbetween. Ofcourse, u are an expert afterall. Go with ur guts. And let us witness the moralless, filthy affair; spioling a family for sake of sexual and emotional need; which is but heavenly for the involved couple. Best luck!

Thanks, Rohan for the comment. Your story is also nice.

[Drubyu]

Thanks everyone. Your comments really inspire to write more.

[Drubyu]

Meanwhile, a small update,




When we entered the room, Dad was already there.He was sitting on a chair and had a cup of coffee in his hand and was sipping from it.


“Hey….” He said when he saw us entering the room.


“Hi..You came early?” Mom asked.


“Yes. I thought you guys would be back around lunchtime and you would be bored.So I wanted to take you to somewhere else.” Dad replied.


Mom and I removed our sand-filled sandals and she instructed me to go to the washroom directly and take a bath.I did as I was told.When I exited the washroom, she was still standing near the bed and talking to dad.When she saw me in the room, she went to the washroom.


I went to the balcony and sat on the armrest of dad’s chair.He put his hand around me and asked,


“Did you enjoy it?” 


“Yeah, dad. It was a lot of fun.” I replied.


“Where did you go? What did you do?” He asked.


“We went to Baga. We had fun in the sea, we rode jet ski,played volleyball on the beach…..Hey dad wait…” I said and ran into the room as I suddenly remembered something.


I took that seashell out from the pocket of my soiled Bermudas that I wore on the beach and came back to the balcony. I sat on the armrest of dad’ chair again and showed him that seashell,


“ Wow...” Dad took that seashell in one of his hands and observed it closely.He had a mug of coffee in his other hands.


“I found it on the beach…” I said.


“Isn’t it beautiful?” Mom said while entering the balcony with a towel in her hand.She was rubbing her wet hair with that towel.She had changed into a loose t-shirt and pants.


“How can you guys spend a whole day at Baga?” Dad asked mom, rather he was taunting her with an expression of disgust.


“Hahah….It was pretty boring though. But we were with that family.We couldn’t decide where to go and when to return.” She said while standing near to the railing of the balcony in front of dad’s chair.


Boring? That was weird. We had fun and she seemed excited while playing volleyball or doing Jet ski.May be that Calangute part was boring for her as it was indeed boring for me too. But she was wrong about the first half of the day. I thought.


“How were these people?” Dad asked mom while sipping his coffee.
“Weird” She replied.


Dad looked at her with questioning eyes.


“Nidhi is nice. Talkative girl. She feels inferiority complex due to her weight.Sumit was decent. Nidhi asked me a lot about the problem of her son.He is hyperactive and she is so frustrated.” Mom continued.


“And that guy, Pratap?” Dad asked her nonchalantly.


“Typical Indian old uncle.” Mom replied while smiling.


“But Bittu had a lot of fun with him.He took Bittu very far in the water.” Mom said.


“Yes dad, we went as deep as my neck. Then we did dips in the water when a wave came. It was fun.” I explained to him how we had gone to the water and had fun there.


“Ohhh...Why did you allow him to go with that guy?” Dad asked mom.


“It’s ok. He knows how to swim and he was holding Aman’s hand all of the time.” mom replied.


“Dad, did you take leaves from tomorrow?”  I asked dad.


“No. I have to go tomorrow as we have an important video conference with the company’s CEO and the construction of the project is really in an important phase now. But I’m planning to take leave the day after tomorrow.” Dad replied.


It was very disappointing to me. 


“What will we do tomorrow?” Mom asked dad.


“You can go to Candolim.I will come in the afternoon.Then we will go somewhere, maybe Panjim.” He said. 


I would rather like to stay in the room itself and watch the TV all day than going to Candolim, I thought.I expected a week full of fun with mom and dad in Goa.Instead it was turning out as boring vacation with dad working and we ,nowhere to go except nearby Candolim. I was regretting why I insisted so much to go there.


Mom and dad talked about their family and other trivial things that night. Instead of going to the restaurant, dad ordered food in the room itself and we had dinner while sitting on the bed.It was the end of day 2.

[Drubyu]

Next day I woke up to the sound of the doorbell.I found dad was all ready for the work. He had worn his trouser and full-sleeved shirt. He was combing his hair, looking in the mirror. Hearing the doorbell, Dad opened the door of the room. It was a room service guy. Dad had ordered breakfast in the room. 


"Hey , Slept well?" Dad asked me,putting the tray on the table that was lying next to the bed when he saw me sitting up on the couch.


"Where's mom?" I asked dad as I could not find her in the room.


"She's in the washroom." He replied, pouring the tea in the cup. He sat on the edge of the bed.


"Hey , you're up. Go get freshened up. " I heard the voice of my mom. I looked at the direction of her voice and found she was walking towards us. Her hair was wet and she had changed into a kurti and leggings.


I stood up and went to be fresh. I joined my parents after I exited from the washroom. Mom was sitting on the chair opposite to the bed. I sat on the bed beside dad.Both of my parents had cups of tea in their hands. Mom also had a sandwich in her plate that was placed on her lap.


Seeing me ,mom put her cup on the table and poured tea in another cup for me. She also put a sandwich on my plate.


"Will you come early today also?" She straightened up and asked dad, sipping tea from her cup.


“Yes,sure. Will take you guys somewhere.” He replied.


“Where?” I asked him as I was curious.


“That’s a surprise.But you would love that place.” Dad said, eating his sandwich.


“Till then?” Mom asked dad, staring at him.


“You can go to…” Dad spoke but I interrupted him and said, rather in an annoying voice,


“Please , no Candolim.” 


“Hahah..We would rather like to stay in the resort only ,watch a movie or go to the swimming pool.” Mom giggled and replied.


I had started hating that Candolim word.I agreed with mom.I would like to spend the time watching a movie rather than going to Candolim.


“Ok...Ok..As you like.” Dad said and he stood up to go to the washbasin.


Dad left for work soon. Mom collected the leftover food and threw it in the dustbin.I switched the TV on and lay on the bed.Mom then went to the balcony.


After a few minutes, I heard the vibration sound of her phone.I searched for it.I found it under her pillow. I looked on the screen.It was showing - Pratap ji.


“Mom...Pratap uncle’s call..” I shouted.


She came into the room from the balcony and almost snatched the phone from my hand.


“Hello..” She answered while standing near the bed. 


“No..I’m in the room...Nothing...no..no...He left….ok….ok...fine…five minutes...ok..” That was all I could hear while she was speaking to Pratap.


She cut the call and threw the phone on the bed.She looked at me with a broad smile on her face.


“What happened?” I asked her, smiling back.


“We are going with him. Just change your clothes..hurry up..He told me to come down within five minutes. He will be waiting there.” She said and then started to take out our clothes from the bag.


She hurriedly took her clothes and went to the washroom to change.I changed my clothes in the room itself and then sat on the couch. After a few moments She appeared rushing out from the washroom .She was  wearing light blue skinny jeans and a gray plain T shirt. She then stood in front of the mirror and wore big round earrings in each of her ears.Then she hurriedly tied her jet black hair into a ponytail with the help of a black colored hair band.She then sprayed the perfume all over her front side and sprayed some on her underarms also. She then applied red colored lipstick to her lips.She stared in the mirror for some moments and then turned sideways to the mirror and again glanced in it, turning her head.


“Mom...Five minutes are over..aren’t we late?” I asked her while she was still observing herself in the mirror, standing sideways to the mirror.


“Yeah..Let’s go.” She hurriedly took her phone from the bed and put it in her pocket.
We went downstairs and found Pratap waiting near the gate of the resort. He was standing while leaning backwards on the seat of a parked Activa with his hands folding.I was surprised to see that he had rented Activa instead of hiring a car.


“Hey...you look great.” He unfolded his hands and stood straight and said while looking at mom when we approached him.


“Thanks.” mom replied shyly.


“Let’s go.” He sat on the steering and turned the vehicle on.


I sat behind him and my mom sat behind me.I put my hands on my thighs.Mom put her right hand on my right shoulder and she put her other hand on her thigh.It was pretty congested.I was almost smashed between them.Also uncle had a height of almost six feet so all I could see was his back.I had to turn my head sideways so that I could see on the road.Mom was also sitting very close to me.Her thighs were touching my thighs and I could feel warmth and softness of her body on my back.


“Where are we going?” She asked Pratapwhile on the way.


“Aguada.” He replied , concentrating on the road.


“Ohh..Ok.” Mom said.


“It’s not very far from here.So I decided to rent two wheeler.” Pratap said.


“Hmmm….Where is Sumit and company?” Mom asked him.


“They left for south Goa early in the morning. I didn’t go. Didn’t want to be Kabab mein Haddi.” He replied.


Within ten minutes we reached at aguada.Pratap parked the vehicle near the gate of the fort and then we entered it.It was a huge and spacious fort. There was a huge open space and  a pathway leading to the main building of the fort from the gate.There was wild grass on both sides of  the pathway.


We started walking on the sandy pathway.Mom walked on the left side of Pratap uncle and I was on the left of my mom.So she was in the middle of me and uncle.It was a majestic view.I looked here and there.


“The Portugese built it.” Pratap spoke.


“Hmmm...Look at that wild grass. Can’t we maintain it into a beautiful garden?” Mom said looking at the unkempt grass that was as big as my height.


“That’s the point,” Uncle replied.


Soon we reached the rocky stairs that lead to the lighthouse area and main area of the fort.There were a lot of tourists roaming around and taking pictures and selfies with their camera and their mobile phones. I started climbing the stairs with two steps in one go.Mom and uncle were following me.


“Hey..Watch out.Take a single step at a time. ” Mom shouted from behind me.


“It’s ok , Mom.” I stopped and answered her while looking back at them.


“Yeah, She’s right , boy. Stair’s steps are broken.You may get slipped.” Uncle warned me. I saw they were a few steps behind me and climbing the stairs while holding each other’s hands.


“Ok.” I said and started climbing calmy. My excitement almost evaporated when I saw them holding each other’s hands.That was a strange thing.Even I didn’t know its reason.


Soon we entered a huge vacant area with a great white-colored lighthouse in the middle of it.


“Majestic.Isn’t it?” Uncle said while looking at the scene. 


“Yes.Nice view.” Mom replied. 


I saw they were still holding hands.We roamed all over the place.The fort was built on a high place and there was a sea on it’s other side. There were some gaps in the railing of the fort.


“It was an important defensive port for the Portuguese.They used to control the sea traffic from here.” Uncle said while looking at the open sea. We were standing near the lighthouse.I stood beside mom.


“Hmm…” Mom replied.


“Why are there gaps in the railing?” I asked curiously.


“The Portuguese used to keep Cannons there.” Pratap clarified.


“Ohh..” Now I understood what its purpose was.


“Let’s sit there” Pratap pointed his finger to a rocky place and said.


We went there.We had to climb a few steps again.Then we sat on the edge of that place, facing at the lighthouse.Again mom sat on the left side beside uncle and I sat beside mom. Although there were many tourists, they seemed too few due to the fort’s vastness.There was a calmness in the atmosphere with cool winds touching our skin.


“I think it is as big as a ten storied building,” Pratap said while looking at the lighthouse.


“Hmmm...I think so. I wonder how they managed to build such a huge structure in the water in the old time?” Mom spoke calmly looking at him.


I was feeling bored.It was a boring place.Nothing was exciting about it.


“Hmmm.I heard many laborers died during its construction.” Uncle said.


“Accidents always happen in major construction sites. Last year there was an accident at the site where my husband worked.He was a chief engineer of that project and was supervising it.A crane crashed.So two laborers were seriously injured but thank God, they didn’t die.My husband was standing close to the crane so he also got hit by an iron rod on his hand.” Mom was speaking and uncle was silently listening.


“It hit exactly here.His bone was cracked.” Mom stretched her right hand and pointed to a place on it with the finger of her left hand.


Uncle caught her right hand in both of his hands and caressed her fingers with his thumbs and said,


“Did you get a manicure?” 


“Yes.A manicure and pedicure, just on the previous day of our flight.” She replied.Her hand was still in the hands of Pratap.


“Your nails are short. Don’t you like long nails? It looks beautiful on women.” Pratap asked.


“Yeah, I like it but it causes inconvenience while working on a computer.” Mom replied.


“Hmmm.It’s obvious.What else do you like? I mean what’re your hobbies?” Pratap asked her.He entwined fingers of his right hand on the backside of her right hand and put his left hand around her waist.


Mom didn’t give any response to it.She ignored his gesture.I felt a strange melancholy in my heart when I saw it.I didn’t know why I was not liking him touching my mom like that.


“Mumma, when will we go from here? I’m really bored.” I asked mom.I was really very bored and I wanted to go from there.


“After sometime.” Mom looked at me  and then put her hand on my back.


“So Shweta, What are your hobbies?” Pratap again asked her.


She turned her face again to him but her hand was still on my back.


“I like to read, to watch movies but where’s the time for hobbies…?” She sighed and replied.


“What are your hobbies?’ Mom again asked Pratap putting weight on ‘your’.


“I like to drink and gamble. I'm a foodie also” Pratap replied.


She put her hand that was on my back to her mouth and started giggling.


What the hell was so funny in it? I thought.


“No seriously..I mean it. I’m very fond of drinking and playing cards.” Pratap insisted.


“You're a bad guy…”Mom slapped his thigh with her left hand which was free.


“Ouch...you…” Pratap moved his left hand that was on her waist and tightened the grip.He then caught her left hand with his left hand.


That was it.I could not tolerate more of that nuisance. I stood up from my place and said in a rather loud voice,


“Mom, I want to go.”


They looked at me.Then mom said realizing I was really very bored there,


“Of course, Let’s go.” 


They also stood up.When we were about to move, a couple approached us. They seemed newlywed as the girl had henna prints on her hands.


“Excuse me, Can you take a pic of us?” The guy asked us to take their pic. 


“Sure.” Pratap took the camera from the guy’s hands and said.


The couple stood with the lighthouse behind their back. That guy put his hand around the waist of his wife.Pratap then took a few snaps of them. They asked Pratap to take a pic that includes the whole of the lighthouse in the background.So Pratap took a few steps backward and adjusted the camera and took the pic. He then handed the camera to the guy.


“Thanks.” That guy thanked Pratap.


“Wait.Take our pics also.” Pratap took his mobile out from his pocket.He turned the camera on and gave his mobile phone to him.


“Yes, why not.” That guy politely said and took the phone. 


We stood on the same spot with the background of that lighthouse as that couple was standing a few moments before. I stood in the middle of my mom and uncle. That guy took the snaps and then Pratap said,


“Wait.Let us change our positions.”


Then he took a few steps on his side so there was some space between me and him.Then he looked at mom and said,


“Shweta, Now you stand here.” 


Mom moved and stood in the middle of Pratap and me.


“Ready?” That guy asked.


“Yes.”Uncle replied. I  saw Pratap’s hand on the waist of mom.Mom put her hand around my shoulder.


He took a few pics of us and then gave the phone to Pratap. Pratap thanked him and that couple moved away. Pratap started seeing the pics in his mobile. Then he gave his phone to my mom and asked her to take pics of him and I. Mom moved some steps back with Pratap’s mobile in her hands. I was standing beside him.He put his hand on my shoulder while mom took our pics.I absolutely hated that. 


Then mom came near us. Pratap took the phone from her hands and said now it was our turn for a picture. He went on the same spot where my mom took our pics and instructed my mom to stand behind me.She moved behind me and put both of her hands on my shoulders. Pratap showed his thumb, indicating it was a perfect pose and took some pics of me and my mom.


He then came to us and said,


“Take it Aman.” He gave his mobile to me. I understood he wanted me to take pics of him and my mom.


I had no option but to take that mobile.I looked on the screen and took some steps back till all of their heights were covered by the lens of the camera.


Pratap simply stood beside my mom.I took the pic and I was about to move but he asked me to stay there. Pratap then moved closer to mom till his upper arm was touching the shoulder of my mom and then put his arm on her waist, exactly on the waistband of her jeans.He then gestured thumbs up and asked me to take the pic which I did.


“Let's do another style. Let’s do the Titanic style.” Pratap looked at mom and said.


“What? No.It’s really embarrassing. It’s cheeky.” She protested.


“Please..only one shot..” Pratap insisted and went behind my mom without waiting for her reply.


“Now stretch your hands wide..”Pratap told her. 


She chuckled and stretched her hands hesitatingly.Pratap moved closer to her and stretched his hands and put his hands on hers.He put his chin on her shoulder and asked me to take the pic.


I just took the pic without caring how it looked.


“Hey...not like that.Whole of the lighthouse should be covered in the background” Pratap said while still standing like that.


I adjusted the camera but could not cover its height.


“Take a few steps back and sit.” Pratap instructed.


I moved a few steps back and sat on my knees with his mobile in my hands. It was perfect.Whole of the lighthouse could be seen in the background. I looked on the screen to take the pic but I saw he was saying something in my mom’s ear and she was smiling.First time I realized that his feet were touching my mom’s feet and he was standing real close to her back.


“Ready?” I asked them.


They looked at me and I took the snaps.


Then we left the fort.We sat on the Activa as earlier.I was in the middle and mom sat behind me while Pratap drove it.

[Drubyu]

2.


“Where are we going?” Mom asked Pratap.


“Not sure.” Pratap replied while driving the scooter.


“Let’s go on a Dolphin trip then.” I suggested I was hoping we could go there.


“Good idea but I think I need to buy some gifts for my family. We’re leaving tomorrow.” Pratap replied.


“Ohhh..yes..You’re leaving tomorrow na.” Mom said in a sad voice.


I strangely felt a mixture of happiness and sadness.My heart loathed him when I saw him hitting on my mom but I also enjoyed his company. I was sure I would not have enjoyed it so much if my dad would have been there instead of him. I felt sympathy for my mom.She was right in being sad for him.He was a fun guy to hang out with.


“There’s a giant mall nearby,” Pratap said.


“Hmmm..Let’s go then..” Mom replied.


The mall was really very nice but it was typical as per Delhi’s standard. Delhi had far bigger and glamourous malls than that one.


“So what would you like to purchase?” Mom asked him while standing on the escalator.


“I’m confused actually.I want to buy a souvenir for my granddaughter.”  Pratap said.


We were standing on the escalator.Mom and Pratap were standing on the same step ,two or three steps ahead of me. They were busy talking with each other. 


My mom was crazy about shopping. My dad was just opposite to her. When mom would go to the market or to the mall, she would take great interest in many things, she would check them out even if she didn’t have the intention of buying them.I hated going shopping with mom. I didn’t have that kind of patience. I preferred to go with dad. We would go to the exact thing that we wanted to buy and within a few minutes, we would be paying for that thing and exiting the mall. 


“Granddaughter?” Mom asked Pratap while walking in the lobby.


“Yes, daughter of my daughter.” Pratap replied calmly.


“Ohh...Fine.What’s her age?” Mom asked him.


“Four” Pratap replied.


“Ok. I think a soft toy would be a perfect gift for her.” Mom suggested.


“She has a lot of it.” Pratap said.


“Ohh...Buy a cute dress for her then..” Another suggestion from mom.


“Hmmm...Let’s see.” Pratap said.


We moved to the women's clothing section.Kids wear were in the farthest corner of the hall.Mom took great interest in other clothes also.She would stop and look at the fabric , design etc when she would find something interesting. That’s why I hated going shopping with her. Though Pratap was walking beside her, I was damn sure he was being bored too.


“Did you mark one thing?” Mom asked Pratap.


“What?” He said.


“Almost all of the dresses are party dresses. Designer ones. Very few dresses can be worn in routine life. Quite expensive also.” She explained.


“Hmmmm...They keep stock as per the demand of the place. Did you like them? ” Pratap asked her.


“Yes..They are nice.” Mom replied while having a look at the black dress.


“Can I ask something? If you don't mind.” Pratap asked looking at my mom while she was checking out a checkered dress.


“What?” She said, without breaking her concentration.


“What’s your size?” Pratap asked in rather a low voice.


Honestly, I didn’t like his question.I was sure mom also didn’t like it. She stopped checking the dresses out and turned her head in his direction.


“Why do you want to know about it?” She asked.I was expecting her to scold him but she was trying to suppress a smile.


“Nothing, I was just curious.” He replied itching his head with his hand.


“Size 8 dresses fit me perfectly.” She said.


“Yes, of course but I……” Pratap stopped talking as if weighing whether to say or not.


Mom kept looking at him questioningly. Then he took a deep breath and almost hissed in her ear,


“I meant the sizes of your bra, waist and hips.” He said and then turned his gaze away from her.


He spoke in a very low voice thinking he would not be heard but I was standing a step away behind them and there was a silence in the hall. I could hear it clearly.


“I wear 34D, other sizes are 28 and 36.” She said in an equally low voice and turned her head towards the dresses again.I saw her smiling while checking the clothes out.


Finally we reached the kids section.Mom helped him choose the best dress for his grand daughter.It was a beautiful pink colored dress.He asked us to wait near the escalator as he would be joining us after paying the bills. 


Mom and I exited that hall. I found Gulliver’s travels in the book section that was on the way to the escalator.Mom purchased it for me. We  went to the escalator and stood in the lobby, waiting for uncle.He appeared after a few minutes.He had two carry bags in his hand. 


There was a famous *** outlet on the top floor of the mall. Pratap said he felt hungry and suggested we should go there for lunch before returning to the hotel. I liked his idea.I was hungry too. We went there.There were no one except us. 


“Let me give the order. You guys sit there.” Pratap pointed to a table in the corner and then went to the counter to place an order.


Mom and I sat around a small round table. Soon Pratap appeared along with his carry bags and sat on the stool in front of my mom. He was beside me. 


“Hey...What’s that?” Uncle asked me. I had put that book on the table and was turning it’s pages. I was very excited.


“Look..What I found…Gulliver’s travels.. One of my friends was praising it...” I replied to him.


“Hmmm...Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift. Is it all the four parts?” Pratap asked.


“Four parts?” I could not understand.


“Yes. It is written in four parts. The most famous is Part one, Liliput part though.” He said.


I checked the book again.It was indeed only the first part.


“Yeah...it’s Liliput only.” I replied to him.


Pratap then put one of the two carry bags on the table and then pushed it towards mom who was till then listening to our conversation.


“What’s that?” She asked.


I was curious too. It looked like there was a box inside the bag.


“Nothing.. A small gift from me. Please accept.” Pratap said.


“No...no...I can't take it.” She pushed it little towards Pratap and said.


He stared at mom for  few moments silently. He looked as if he was surprised.


“But why?” Pratap could only speak.


“You have already done too much for us.Since day one , we had fun with you guys. You never let us pay a single rupee till now. I can’t accept it.” Mom said reasonably.


“Do you consider me as your friend?” He asked my mom.


“Yes.” She replied.


“How would you feel if you buy a gift for your friend and she rejects it?” Pratap asked pushing the bag on the table towards mom, looking at her.


She didn’t reply.She stared at him for few seconds and then put her hand on the bag and said,


“Ok….Thanks” 


Uncle smiled at her.He then started typing something on his phone.Soon mom’s mobile beeped.She took her mobile out from the pocket of her jeans and looked at it. She did some typing also and uncle’s mobile beeped.They kept typing and their mobile kept buzzing for some time. 


Then mom stood up.She inserted her phone in her pocket and said,


“I'm going to the restroom.” She started moving towards the restroom.


I again looked at  the book that was on the table.Pratap uncle sat there silently for few moments. Then he dialed a number on his phone and started talking on it. He stood up from his stool while talking over the phone and moved to the glass window that was near to our table. He was talking to someone from his relatives.


I focussed again on the book.I turned its pages and saw beautiful illustrations in the book.I finished turning its pages. I was sitting there alone.There were no other people in the hall and uncle was also not there. 


I decided to go and wash my hands.There were two restrooms opposite to each other with symbols of male and female on their doors. Obviously I went to the male one and washed my hands properly. When I was exiting it, I heard a weird sound coming from the female restroom.


As there were no other people except us, I pushed its door a little curiously and I got the biggest shock of my life. Mom and Pratap uncle were standing in the middle of that restroom and kissing. They were standing near the wash basin and mom’s back was towards the giant mirror.Uncle was facing the mirrors and his back was towards the door of the restroom.


Mom’s hands were on the waist of Pratap uncle. Pratap uncle had caught mom’s face with both of his hands and his lips were smashed on the lips of my mom. Mom’s eyes were closed and Pratap was busy smooching her.


My heart sank looking at them.I felt a strange sadness in my heart.I felt I was defeated and he was victorious.I could not look at them anymore so I moved to the table with a heavy heart.

[Drubyu]

I sat on the stool.I stared in the direction of the restroom.Soon I saw my mom exiting the restroom.Her lipstick was gone.She smiled at me when she noticed I was looking at her.She walked to the table and silently sat on her stool.


“Where’s uncle?” She asked me innocently.


As if you don’t know- I thought.A rage was building up in my mind.I hated looking at her so I avoided her. I didn’t reply to her and kept looking at the table.


“Are you alright? What happened?” Mom put her hand on my shoulder and asked.


No I was not alright.Just a few minutes ago, some creep was kissing you and I hated it.I was moodless and it is all because of you- I wanted to say but I didn’t know why I could not utter a word from my mouth. I felt too much shame in admitting that I had seen some creepy guy kissing my own mother on her lips.


“Yes. I’m alright.I’m just hungry.” I replied instead.


“Ohh...So sorry, boy. My phone call went too long. Let me bring us the food.” I heard the voice of Pratap uncle. He was standing near the table.Then he moved to the counter to bring the food.


Pratap returned with a tray of food in his hands. It was a nice combo meal with big cans of coke and french fries. Normally I would have jumped on it as I liked the food from that outlet very much but it was not normal that day. 


I had witnessed an abnormal thing for the first time in my life. I had never seen my mom doing anything sexual in my life.Even though my parents were liberal by Indian standards. Mom was fond of wearing different kinds of clothes. She was crazy about footwear and jewellery. I had seen her wearing Sarees, Salwar Kameez , jeans, tops, Tshirts, Skirt and what not. She looked pretty in any of the dresses as she had maintained her body very well. I had seen my mom and dad hugging or kissing especially when dad would go on a long trip or they were meeting after a long period. But it was not sexual. Their kisses would be quick and it never felt in that way.


I was disturbed.I was thinking about all these things while eating the Burger.I could hear mom and uncle talking with each other or mom chuckling in between it but I was so much occupied in my thoughts, I could not understand what they were talking. I heard the voice of Pratap uncle.He was talking about something. It was very irritating. 


Then suddenly an image of them came in my mind. The scene of them in the restroom started to be rewinded in my mind. How he was standing closer to my mom, how he had caught her face with his palms on her chin and fingers behind her ears.How his thumbs were caressing her cheeks and how his lips were rubbing on her lips. I tried to reason whether he was forcing her but then I remembered her hands were on Pratap’s waist and her eyes were closed. She just stood there while he kissed her lips. I remembered she was not resisting. So definitely he was not forcing upon her anything. 


I felt a strange feeling.I felt relieved that she was not being forced but the same thing made me sad that she was not being forced. I was in turmoil. I looked at mom, at her lips precisely. She was looking at Pratap and speaking something. I remembered she wore red colored lipstick but it was not on her lips now.Definitely she had washed it.Then I looked at Pratap.He was staring at her and listening to what she was saying. My eyes wandered on his lips. He had thin and dark lips. I could see a small red colored dot in the corner of his lips. It was residual of mom’s lipstick. Suddenly I felt like puking. 


I just stood up and ran to the restroom. I felt sick. I puked the food I had eaten earlier. Then I cleaned my mouth and washed my face and came back to the table.


“Hey.. are you alright?” Mom put her hand on my back and asked.


“Yes.” I said and sat on my stool.


Soon they were finished. We then exited the mall. Pratap sat on the steering of the scooter and turned the engine on. He waited for us to sit on the scooter. I hated to sit behind him so I just stood there.


“Go..” Mom looked at me expectedly and said.


I didn’t move from my place. I didn’t want to sit behind him. But then a thought came in my mind-If I didn’t, my mom would have to. So I decided to go and sit on the seat of the Activa behind Pratap. But when I was about to move, mom just walked to the scooter and sat on it with both of her legs on either side of the seat. I had no option left but to sit behind her.


She put both of her hands on Pratap’s shoulders and slid further to her front to create some space for me to sit. I went there and sat behind her.Pratap drove us to the hotel where we were staying.


As usual, Pratap uncle preferred the stairs instead of the lift.Mom and Pratap climbed the stairs together while I climbed behind them. Mom had the carry bags in her hand.


Nidhi was standing in the lobby and talking over the phone. Pratap climbed two steps at a time and went ahead of mom when he saw Nidhi standing in the lobby, near the stairs. Nidhi waved her hand while talking over the phone when she noticed us.


Door of the Nidhi’s room was open.When Pratap’s grandson saw him, he ran towards Pratap shouting Dadu...Dadu … Pratap carried him in his arms and went inside the room of Sumit and Nidhi which was just next to Pratap’s room. 


Mom and I entered our room.Mom threw bags on the bed and sat on the couch.I also sat on the couch beside her.


“Wanna drink?” Mom took the water bottle in her hand and offered it to me.


“No.I’m not thirsty.” I replied and took Guliver’s travels in my hands. I was planning to read it completely in one  go.


Mom drank the water from the bottle and then slid on the couch and sat very close to me.She put her hand around my shoulder and said,


“Listen..Don’t spoil your mood. I know you want to go on a Dolphin trip. We’ll go in the evening when your dad comes.” 


Poor mom.I was moodless because of some other reason and she thought it was because of those damn Dolphins.It made me chuckle.


“Hmmm…” Mom tightened the embrace and pulled my nose with her other hand.She was giggling too.


Then she stood up and turned the TV on.She played some songs on it.I lay on the couch with my head on the armrest and that book about Liliput in my hands. Mom sat on the bed. 


I started reading the book.After a few minutes, there was the sound of her mobile beeping.I looked at her from the corner of my eyes. She took her phone out and read it.She smiled and typed on it.Then again there was a message from someone and again she typed. 


“Loser..” I just cursed him and then concentrated on the book.


I felt dizzy while reading the book and soon I descended  into sleep. I didn't  know how much time I had slept but I woke up to the sound of ringtone of my mom’s mobile.It was fucking irritating.


“MOM….Answer the call.” I shouted, hoping that cacophony would be silenced somehow but it kept ringing.


“MOM…” I shouted again and opened my eyes. 


I found the mobile on her bed but she was not there. Irritatingly I stood up and went to the phone. Screen was showing the name - Hubby.


It was dad’s call. So I answered the call and said in a lazy voice,
“Yeah...dad.” 


“Where are you guys?” He said with irritation in his voice.


“I was sleeping and mom’s in the washroom.” I told him yawningly.


“Ok. Tell her to call back when she exits.” Dad said.


“Ok..Dad.” I said and cut the call.


I threw the phone on the bed and went to the door of the washroom to tell my mom that dad had called. But to my surprise, the door of the washroom was open and on one was inside it.I wondered where she would be gone.


I exited the room and went to the door of Nidhi’s room.I turned the doorknob and tried to open it but it was locked.Then I moved to the door of Pratap’s room and pushed the door ajar. I peeped into it and found my mom there.

[Drubyu]

it's great to read u again. this story great. I found very similar to last completed one. Same kid's pov which gave me same sadistic feeling instead of to feel eroticism  like lastone and felt fear to read forward. Same husband works very long hours. Wife's feels neglects. Boys always witness his mother's adulterous action but never confront his mother nor tell to his father. Father till the last stays as clueless. Like previous one boy's mother never get seduced instead she was attracted to her lover from day one when they met.

I were hoping to find some drama tensions between husband-wife regarding wife's affair but again hubby loose his chance while his wife already fucking old fart in his hotel room.

They will keep their fling in delhi too but husband always clueless.

You declaimed in staring based on true events. Is there some crime involved due to love triangle and reported to security officer ? Just curious.

That's why it's a story, right. I like to write the way I feel that is right. And thanks for reading it. And no, there is no crime in this story. Tell me, what's your idea. How I should proceed further. Tell husband ? Whatever you or anyone can suggest.

[Drubyu]

Another thing I found you are writing update very frequently than previously. I hope you will keep this pattern till the end and will not hang us very long to read climax.

Again kudos to your skill.

Thanks to lock down. Lol.

[Drubyu]

Exactly... Same plot... Boy knows about his mom's every escapade but still keeps silent getting frustrated himself but don't express.... She gave all the info in the first meet itself that she disappoint with husband.... And family. What else one needed..
May be if it ends whatever happening in goa there itself in 6 days like the title.. It would be interesting... With some twists and really like a real life happening..

But drubyu put lot of effort in completing his previous long story.. Where many others stop it in middle, which is very disappointing..
Thanks drubyu.. For writing again..

Thanks for the comment. Should the protagonist, inform his dad?  He is a character. He can do that.

[Drubyu]

I exited the room and went to the door of Nidhi’s room.I turned the doorknob and tried to open it but it was locked.Then I moved to the door of Pratap’s room and pushed the door a jar. I peeped into it and found my mom there.


What the hell was going on- I thought. They were standing in the middle of the room, near the edge of the bed.They were standing in such a way that their sides were facing the door.Mom was standing near the edge of the bed and Pratap was in front of her.Pratap’s hands were on the back of mom and her hands were also locked behind his back.Pratap’s thin and dark lips were mashed with my mom’s soft lips and he was kissing her passionately.Mom’s eyes were closed.


My heart was racing.I felt numb seeing them.I closed the door carefully.My feet shaked so I sat on my knees.It was an ominous scene.What should I do? I thought for a while. Maybe I was hallucinating , I thought. To confirm it was not the case, I gathered courage and again pushed the door while sitting on my knees on the floor.I gently pushed it a little so that I could peep in the room from the crack.It confirmed I was not daydreaming.They indeed were there,hugging each other and busy in smooching.


They continued to kiss like that for a few minutes.Then Pratap stopped and moved his face a few inches away from mom’s face.He caught mom’s face in both of his hands and gently rubbed her lips with his thumbs.


“You're beautiful…” Pratap said in a soft voice.


Mom opened her eyes and stared into Pratap's eyes for a while but she didn’t speak anything for a few seconds. 


“Let me go.”  She said in a soft voice.


“No...never..” Pratap shook his head and replied.


“Pratap...please..try to understand. I’m married..” Mom said. 


“I’m not denying it.” Pratap moved his right hand from her back to her forehead and moved the strand of her hair to behind her ear and said.He then put his hand on her waist.


“Then…?”  Mom said in a sweet voice.


I noticed even though she was asking him to let her go, she still was hugging him. Strangely, I felt betrayed by her. 


“Do you think your husband loves you?” Pratap asked mom.


“Yes..” Mom replied almost immediately.


“ Really…?.. Do you feel his love? You came here all the way from Delhi to spend some time with him and look at him. He even didn’t bother to take a few days' leaves for you guys. I’m sorry but I don't think he loves you or your son. He is not in the army or something like that. He can get some days off from work and  spare time for you, only if he wishes to. I even suspect he is having an affair with someone. Wake up from your sleep Shweta, he is ignoring you guys.” Pratap uncle spoke.


Mom didn’t reply.She kept looking at him without uttering a word.


“Since when he is in Goa?” Pratap again asked in a soft and sympathetic voice.


“Three months.” Mom replied.


“And how many times has he visited you in Delhi since then?” Pratap asked.


Mom kept silence.


“None, if I’m not wrong. Look sweetheart, Delhi is 2.5 hours away from Goa by air. He could have visited you, only if he wanted to.” Pratap again spoke.


Mom was silent again..


“Do you think, he can remain without sex for three months? I don't think any man can. But I’m sure you didn’t do anything in his absence. Darling, you are faithful to him but he is not faithful to you.” Pratap spoke.


Mom didn’t have to say anything this time also.They just remained like that for a few moments.Then Pratap held both of mom’s hands in his hands and hissed,


“I love you, Shweta.” 


“No, you can’t.How long do you know me? Three days? What do you know about me?”  Mom asked him.


Pratap smiled at her and spoke,


“I can. How long do I know you? More than thirty years, my love. Wait...” 


Pratap then took his mobile out from his pants’ pocket and did something in it.


“Here..See it..” Pratap gave the mobile to my mom.
Obviously, I could not see what he was showing to her.


“She’s Aparna. My wife. Love of my life. Look how similar she looks to you. Same eyes..same color of hair...same shape of face...same nose...I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.” Pratap uncle caught her upper arms and said.His voice quivered a little. His eyes welled up.


“Hey...It’s alright….” Mom threw the phone on the bed and she wiped his tears with her thumbs.


“Yeah. I’m ok. If you want to go, go.”  Pratap said in a sad voice.


Mom stared him for a moment.Then she moved and put her lips on Pratap’s lips and started kissing him.She wrapped her hands around his neck. Pratap also embraced her and started caressing her back.Pratap too started kissing her back.Their lips wiggled and their head moved.


Pratap’s hands were roaming all over mom’s back.He then slid his hand on her side and put it gently on her breast while their lips were still locked.


“Umph…..” Mom moaned in Pratap’s mouth when he pressed her breast a little.


Pratap’s other hand travelled down on mom’s back and it rested on her bum.He just kept it on her bum.He felt her bum with his hand.Pratap then started kissing  and licking  her cheeks and forehead. Mom’s face glistened due to Pratap’s saliva smeared on her face.Pratap then moved to her neck and started kissing on her neck. He took mom’s earlobe between his teeth and gently bit it while moving his hand on her bums. His other hand was still on her breast. He was gently pressing her breast.


He then bent a little from his waist and kissed on her breast over her T shirt while pressing another breast with his hand. He then stood straight again and caught her hand and gently put it on his crotch,


“Look...What you have done to it.” 


Pratap put his hands on her waist and quickly kissed her lips.Then he caught her T shirt with his hands and started pulling it upward.Mom stretched her hands above her head and Pratap effortlessly took her T shirt off and threw it on the floor.She was wearing black colored padded bra. He then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.Then he gently slid its straps from her shoulders. So her bra fell down on the floor near her feet.


“Marvellous…” He looked at mom’s naked breasts and exclaimed.


He then brushed her nipple with the back of his finger and said,


“I’ve never seen such perfect boobs in my life...Amazing….So soft and yet so stout…” Pratap said, putting his palm under one of her breasts and gently pushing it upward.


He put both of his hands on her breasts and mauled them for a few moments.Then he removed his T shirt. He had a lot of hair on his chest.He had big black colored areolas in stark contrast to mom's brown nipples. She had small brown colored areola in the middle of her boobs.


He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs and kicked it on the floor with his foot.He stood there only in his boxers.Then he unbuttoned and unzipped mom’s jeans and pushed it down but he was able to push it a little only.


“It doesn’t go like that.It’s skinny..” Mom giggled and said mockinly.


She then sat on the bed and rolled her jeans out of her legs. She was wearing black colored panties.Looking at her, Pratap swiftly removed his boxers and his cock came to the view.It was thick and long.It was very hard and stood perpendicular to his body proudly.


He put his hand on mom’s shoulder and pushed her back so she lay on the bed on her back.Her legs were still hanging out of the bed.Pratap caught her knees and made her feet placed on the bed.He then stroked his hard on with his right hand and climbed on the bed between mom’s legs.


Pratap caught the waistband of her panties and slowly slid it off and removed it from her feet.He snuffed it briefly and then threw it on the floor.He then moved forward and leaned on her with both of his hands on her breasts.He pinched her nipples with his thumb and fingers.Mom caught the bedsheet with her hands and moaned.


He then lay on her properly.Mom’s breasts were squashed by Pratap’s naked chest.He started kissing her lips.Then he caught his dick with his right hand and gently aligned its head on her pussy.He stopped kissing her and looked at her face while he gently pushed his cock’s head in her.


Mom gasped after a moment and wrapped her hands on Pratap’s back.Pratap stopped for a second and then put his hands around her head and sealed her open mouth with his lips while he slowly inserted his length into her.


“Ummmmm…..”Mom groaned in his mouth.


“Aaahhh...You’re so wet and tight, Sweety. I’m fully inside you” Pratap spoke as if he was in a trance.


He then slowly removed his dick from her and again inserted it back inside her.Pratap kissed her lips and fondled her breasts while rythmically fucking her.


“Aahh...Aaahhh….Aaaahh…” She would moan whenever Pratap would thrust his dick into her.


Pratap kept fucking her like that for some time. He was breathing heavily and his forehead was shining due to sweat.Pratap paused fucking mom for a moment while his dick was still buried in her. He then removed his cock from her pussy completely and it came out with a ‘plop’ sound.


He sat on his knees on the bed between her legs ,stroking his dick with his hand.He caught his breath and then again pushed his cock in her.Pratap caught mom’s nude waist with his hands and again started fucking her.


But it was different this time.He was fucking her more speedily.He would shove his dick till his thighs collided her ass and it created a -Thupp sound. His thrusts were more forceful this time.Mom had caught bedsheet in both of her hands and she was moving her head on the bed with her eyes closed.She was biting her lower lip and moaning without opening her mouth like,


“Ummmmmhhhh….uuummmmmhhh….”


Pratap’s eyes were also closed.He had caught her waist and fucking her furiously.


“Ohhh...Swweeettyyyy….I...llooooveee...yyouu...daa...rr..l..ing….” Pratap was moaning.


Pratap kept her fucking like that for few minutes.Then he stopped moving with his dick buried to the hilt inside her.



“Ooooooooohhhhhhh…………” He shouted in a loud voice with his waist jerking.


Then he collapsed on my mom as if he was dead and I too collapsed on the floor.My knees were hurting.I was so much mesmerised looking at them, I had forgotten who they were.Then reality dawned upon me and I felt a huge amount of guilt in my mind. I instantly regretted my decision to peep on them. I for the first time in my life saw my mom naked.Not only naked but actually saw her being fucked by some stranger. It was so shameful.I felt as if I was the meanest person of the world. 


I felt tears running down my cheeks.I stood up somehow. My knees hurt a lot but I made it into our room.I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in the soft mattress of the bed.Then I heard the vibrating sound of my mom’s phone on the bed. I stretched my hand and took it. It was someone’s message.


It showed five missed calls from dad.I knew her pattern as I used to play games on her mobile.So I unlocked it.I opened the whatsapp.There was a lot of unread messages but Pratap’s name caught my attention.I opened their chat and scrolled the messages.They were like,


P- Only thanks?
M- Then?
P- Don’t you think I’m entitled to more than Thanks?
M- Ummm….Like..
P- How about a quick peck?
M- Are you crazy. From where do you get these ideas?
P- What’s the wrong in it. I’m not asking anything beside it. Just a really quick , harmless peck.


It’s time that we were in the mall.I then remembered they chatted while we were waiting for the food.I then further scrolled the messages.They were like,


P- So sorry, Shweta. Got carried away.I’m so sorry. I’m a fool.
M- Yes. you’re right. You’re a fool.
P-What are you doing now?
M- Nothing.Just sitting on the bed.Chatting with you.
P- Ohh.What’s your son doing?
M- He’s reading that book.
P- Ok.Come to my room. I need to show you something.
M- And what is that?
P- Some videos about interesting places in Goa.
M-Fine.Send me it here.
P- No.It is fun only when we see it together. Please come na..
M- Is it interesting?
P- I think so. Come na.
M- Where’s your son and family?
P- They’ve gone somewhere.Your son still reading book?
M- No.Sleeping .Lol
P-Then , what’s the problem. We are going to leave tomorrow anyways. 
M- Ok..Ok...I’m coming.

[Drubyu]

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