[koolmaan]

Hello horny readers,
                             i have read a lot of versions of the Indian wife plays with construction workers. many of them authors have butchered the essence of the story. nothing but a dick raising 30sec jack off by all who have tried to continue the story.

 Only the author Sir Aurelius the 1982nd can do justice to it, because he is the one who has originally thought of the plot. it is his wish as to how to end it. do not Spin off any more series please. lay it to rest.


but on a second thought. the series was too damn well scripted for such a abrupt end. i stand by it's current ending as it is what the author wanted. we shouldn't write anymore versions of it, as doing so will spoil the fizz of the original or otherwise. people will get bored of it.  but i want readers to come around for a "WHAT IF". we can explore the many ways it could have ended . i want these "what ifs "  to be condensed. hit straight away. my version is kind of very kinky one. Remember to keep a short and condensed summary. 

your kinky jack-off idiotic fapper. 

Koolman

( fourth wall: damn, i am very horny today. this is my 4th post in 6 hours)

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF……(Ep.1)
 
the plot continues just year after Bhola’s meet with Tarun and his friends.
 
Tarun: So, honey . we are back in Delhi. You have anything to say?. (tarun driving the car and looking at Purva's face for a clue)
 
Purva looking out the window.
 
Purva: Everything's changed after just 7 years. are you sure it is the same area. 
 
Tarun: yepp. remember that Shop over there and that building over there.
 
Purva: OH, yeah. Is that the building? where he, i mean they were working?.
 
purva trying to gather her memories back
 
Tarun: YES. and that house in front is the house where we used to live, a trip down memory lane.
 
Purva: So, Tarun why did you brought me here.
 
Tarun: just rekindling some old memories. hey , if you are not comfortable with it. we can turn back.
 
Tarun stops in front of "the house". a placard in front read " NO PARKING "
 
Purva: you've parked in front of the gate.
 
Tarun: don't worry. no one lives here. the property is for sale.
 
Purva: Have you gone nuts to buy this place. we already have two nice apartments.
 
Tarun: sshhh. ssssshhh. honey. i did not come here to buy this place. i want you to relive the naughtiness you had here. i miss the kinky sexy Purva.
 
Purva: what's gotten into you after so many years, that you bring me back to the old house where it all started.
 
Tarun: Purva, i love you. i have always loved you no matter what. if you have anything to tell me, please shoot away. i let you have that horny low class guy's baby ( pointing at the building). i did not mind raising it, i love the kid, he calls me dad. but you got to let me know everything.
 
Purva: Tarun, i know how loving, caring and supportive you have been through that horny kinky phase. i enjoyed it. but i have come clean on you. the child is Sajid's. i know it , as i am his mother. i know he (sajid)  was in me more than anyone.
 
Tarun: anyone. what do you mean, it was either him or me.
 
Purva : i might have left some things out. 
 
Tarun: i wanna know.
 
Purva: there was one other too.
 
Tarun: who?
 
Purva : Raghu. 
 
Tarun: i wanna know it. tell me.
 
Purva then explains how sajid and raghu got into a feud for her pussy. and how it ended for all of the three. a good 15 min explanation later.
 
Purva: and that's why i have that Urdu tattoo on my ass. so that anyone who tried to bang me would know who they are dealing with. after the tattoo, it was only Sajid and no one else.
 
Tarun: but we've never run a paternity test on Sameer. how sure are you that he is Sajid's and not Raghu's. 
 
Purva: for one, He was in me most of the times. and 2nd the boy doesn't look anything like you.
 
Tarun cracks up in a laugh.
 
Tarun: i believe you. so true. all that horny details got me hard . let's head home.
 
Purva smiles back. Both head back to home.

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF…..(ep2)
 
One fine morning at Hazrat station. A Man hails a taxi, we all know this man as Rasul. The
 
taxi stops at him. It is none other than our Bhola.
 
Bhola: bolo kidhar jana hai.
 
Rasul looking at Bhola trying to recognise the face.
 
Rasul taking out his phone and showing the address.
 
Rasul: Yaha jaana hai.
 
Bhola: thik hai baitho
 
Rasul: Kitna bolo pehle.
 
Bhola: 500.
 
Rasul starts bargaining like any person would. They finally arrive at a conclusion.
Rasul waves his hands to a woman in burkha standing under the canopy of the bus shelter. She has a child on her arm and another one walking beside her. She is also pulling a trolley bag. All of them sit inside. And drive off.
 
Bhola: to dilli pehli baar aye ho. Tour karva denge india gate ka,qutub minar, laal qila.
 
Rasul: dekhe hai hum who sab. Dilli me hi rehte hain.
 
Bhola: thik hai .
 
After some what awkward pause. Rasul opens up.
 
Rasul: tumhe kitne saal hue dilli me.
 
Bhola: 7 saal pehle aya tha. 1 saal karke vapis lauta. Ab 3 saal se yahi taxi chala raha hu malik ki.
 
Rasul: tumhe kahin dekha hai.
 
Bhola: mai to taxi chalata hu. To kabhi baithe hogey mere taxi me.
 
Rasul: nahi bhai, bohot saal pehle.
 
Bhola got a sense of what was happening. He had a lot of thoughts running through his head. The building construction site was the only place where he had worked 7 years ago and if rasul says that he saw him, means he too knows about purva.
 
Bhola: ha shayad. Tum kaha pe kaam karte the tb.
 
Rasul: ek building ka kaam chal raha tha waha nair colony.
 
Bhola: mai bhi to waha pe tha. Lekin bohot pehle tha. Shayad tum ane se pehle.
 
Rasul : ha shayad.
 
The silence falls on everybody’s ears.
 
After about half an hour. Bhola’s taxi reaches a slummy area, and stops in front of a 2 storey house, much like a small rental complex. Rasul and his family get out of the car and walk to the house. Rasul comes back to the taxi.
 
Rasul: yeh lo tumhara kiraya.
 
Bhola: thank you ji.
 
Rasul: tumhara number bhi dedo. Koi gaao se aye to ghumne ke liye bula leta hu tumhe.
 
Bhola gives his number to Rasul. Rasul could notice the stress on Bhola’s face. Bhola leaves immediately.
Weeks go by as rasul tries to figure out. On day. Bhola sets up an old status photo. Rasul notices this and immediately recognises bhola.
 
Rasul : to lukka  chuppi ka game khel rahe ho.

[koolmaan]

Nice to continue it and try to write the story in English which will be understandable to all

it is not a continuation though but a "What if". you too can contribute to it. but has to be aligned with the original characters that aurelius developed throughout his series

will post a clean English version soon.

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF…..(ep2) ( COMPLETE ENGLISH VERSION)
 
One fine morning at Hazrat station. A Man hails a taxi, we all know this man as Rasul. The
 
taxi stops at him. It is none other than our Bhola.
 
Bhola: where do you want to go..
 
Rasul looking at Bhola trying to recognise the face.
 
Rasul taking out his phone and showing the address.
 
Rasul: need to go here.
 
Bhola: please sit .
 
Rasul: How much?.
 
Bhola: 500.
 
Rasul starts bargaining like any person would. They finally arrive at a conclusion.
Rasul waves his hands to a woman in burkha standing under the canopy of the bus shelter. She has a child on her arm and another one walking beside her. She is also pulling a trolley bag. All of them sit inside. And drive off.
 
Bhola: so , you have come to delhi for the first time. i can give you a tour of indiagate, qutub minar, red fort.
 
Rasul: i have seen it all. i live in delhi now.
 
Bhola: ok.
 
After some what awkward pause. Rasul opens up.
 
Rasul: how many year have you been living in delhi.
 
Bhola: i had come seven years ago. did a brief stint of 1 year then headed back home . came back 3 yrs ago and now i drive my own taxi.
 
Rasul: i have seen you somewhere.
 
Bhola: i am a taxi driver. you might have sat in my taxi .
 
Rasul: no, i have seen year ago.
 
Bhola got a sense of what was happening. He had a lot of thoughts running through his head. The building construction site was the only place where he had worked 7 years ago and if rasul says that he saw him, means he too knows about purva.
 
Bhola: maybe, where did you used to work back then.
 
Rasul: i was working on a building in nair colony.
 
Bhola: i too worked there, but long back.
 
Rasul : maybe.
 
The silence falls on everybody’s ears.
 
After about half an hour. Bhola’s taxi reaches a slummy area, and stops in front of a 2 storey house, much like a small rental complex. Rasul and his family get out of the car and walk to the house. Rasul comes back to the taxi.
 
Rasul: here is your money.
 
Bhola: thank you .
 
Rasul: just give me your number, if anyone wants a tour of the city i will call you up..
 
Bhola gives his number to Rasul. Rasul could notice the stress on Bhola’s face. Bhola leaves immediately.
Weeks go by as rasul tries to figure out. On day. Bhola sets up an old status photo. Rasul notices this and immediately recognises bhola.
 
Rasul : So Bhola, Playing a game of cat and mouse ,eh.

contd......

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF….. (ep3)
 
The very next day. Rasul calls up Bhola.
 
Rasul: hello, Bhola.
 
Bhola: Yes. Tell me.
 
Rasul: I am Rasul. You had dropped me from hazrat station.
 
Bhola: oh yes.
 
Rasul: the thing is that , my friend from village wants to have a look around delhi today itself.
 
Bhola : yes , I can do that.
 
Rasul: ok, then 3 o’clock is suitable for him, I will send you location.
 
Bhola: Sure, Sure. 3 o’clock is perfect, ok.
 
Rasul orders his wife, not to make any tiffin and sets off to work in a hurry.
 
 
It is Half past two, Rasul calls up Bhola.
 
Bhola: Yes Rasul Bhai.
 
Rasul: I am waiting at the location I sent.
 
Bhola: it will take me another 15 minutes.
 
Rasul waits for him.
 
Bhola arrives a little late.
 
Bhola: Sorry Rasul bhai. Traffic was heavy at this road.
 
Rasul: its ok. Lets go.
 
Rasul sits in the back seat , bhola starts the car and they head off .
 
Bhola is driving around the locales but Rasul wasn’t even a tiny bit interested in those things. He had seen them all, he now was looking for the right time to confront Bhola. After about an hour Rasul confronts Bhola.
 
Rasul: so Bhola, lets go to Nayyar colony.
 
Bhola: why!!! that is 25kms that way. And what are you going to see there.
 
Rasul: I know you are lying Bhola. You know about the madam.
 
Bhola: which madam?. I don’t know any madam.
 
Rasul:  I remembered you from that last night’s post on whatsapp status.
 
Bhola swallows his heart. He knows he can’t weasel himself out of here now.
 
Rasul: you know which madam I am talking about. And when I said madam you got jittery and sweated. I know you have seen her here or met her.
 
Bhola: ok. Ok . I met her husband. I drove him and his friends from airport to hotel room. That’s all.
 
Rasul: how do you know it was him.
 
Bhola: I saw his mobile wallpaper , you know the one that pops up when a call comes. She was on on that caller wallpaper . I don’t know much.
 
Rasul: you must have his number. Where did you drop him.
 
Bhola: I dropped him at the hotel . that’s all.
 
Rasul: give me his number.
 
Bhola: but that was months ago. It might have gotten deleted.
 
Rasul: just unlock your phone and give it to me.
 
Bhola unlocks his phone and gives it to Rasul. Rasul goes on about surfing through whatsapp contact list. Considering the idiot that Bhola is, he might not have saved his number. Rasul comes across numerous unnamed contacts.
 
Bhola: It might not be there, I have wife and kids. Why do you think I want that memsaab’s number? You can search all you want, you area trying to find a contact from 8 or 9 months ago. Its not possible. Maybe got deleted.
 
Rasul: shut up Bhola, let me do my work. I won’t bother after this.
 
Bhola: you too have gotten married, have kids. why are you chasing ghosts. Maybe they settled in different city,
 
Rasul: Bhola!!! Shut UP.
 
After surfing through hundreds of contacts, Rasul stumbles upon Tarun’s number. A smile lits up on his face as he sees Tarun and Purva in the dp. He immediately saves that number in his phone. And looks at Bhola’s chat with Tarun. There is nothing there. He opens up the dp pic and shows it to Bhola.
 
Bhola: I promise , I did not know it was saved.
 
Rasul: you dumbass. You did not save it. It could have been lost forever. I couldn’t have found out about memsaab. Her take your phone and drive me home.
 
Bhola: but even if you do have his number. Very difficult to trace one woman in delhi. You may find her after 20 years.
 
Rasul: shut up. Well , now that I have you. You can drive me around the city to find Purva memsaab.
 
Bhola: ( bursting into a laugh) if you pay me to drive around looking for this high class memsaab, be my guest.
 
Rasul: now, if you do help me find her, I want you to shut your mouth about it. I do not want anyone else to know. You know what happened last time, when every guy on site knew about her. Oh yeah, I remember, you almost got hacked to death by my uncle.
 
Bhola: that psychotic guy was your uncle!!. Now I wonder why I got to bone the lovely memsaab and you didn’t . HA ha ha ha .
 
Rasul: Shut up. If it wasn’t for you. I too would have boned her to my hearts content. On that note, you costed me my first boning. I am not paying you a penny.
 
Bhola: I have mouths to feed. I am not at all interested to fuck that memsaab again, I just want to get paid.
 
Rasul: shut up. Even I have mouths to feed. its not like  you will starve in a by just letting me ride for free. Besides I haven't even travelled that much. For all that matters, you will be just 400rs short today. a sly motherfucker like yourself can earn that in an hour.
 
Bhola: I should not have picked you up. For old times sake. I will let this pass. But next time , I won’t do it for free. Find someone else to go this crazy goose chase.
 
Rasul: you sure. All for me then.
 
Rasul shows Bhola the dp pic.
 
Bhola: nice. 7 years later and she is barely changed.
 
Rasul: eyes on the road , you dumb fuck.
 
Bhola looks ahead and drives along. They arrive to Rasul’s house. As Rasul said , he won’t be paying him anything. Bhola leaves the place with a sad face.
 
Rasul: ok. Bye bhola. We will meet again.

contd......

[koolmaan]

hello readers,

i hope you are enjoying the series. and i hope this "what if " will please you too. fell free to comment if you like it. it definitely encourages me to write better and more for your pleasure. well of course i don't get paid for writing erotica. your comments and your likes are the only payment i need.

your friendly neighborhood fapper,

koolmaan

[koolmaan]

Nice continue

thanks. dropping another episode tonight, hopefully.

[koolmaan]

In your story writing getting vibes of aurelius sir....keep it up.

trying to keep the original essence of the characters and storyline. (FYI: read my first post)

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF …... (Ep4)
Days go by as Rasul is patiently waiting for the right DP. he had screen-shotted a lot of DPs. One day Rasul saw the DP with both Sameer and Appu.
 
Rasul: interesting, he looks a bit like uncle Sajid. I really have to admit that my worthless piece of shit uncle scored from the memsaab.
 
Shabana: whom are you talking to.
 
Rasul: come here.( he takes a snapshot of that dp)
 
Shabana comes near him. Rasul pulls her on his lap.
 
Shabana: getting in the mood huh. Little ones are around.
 
Rasul: has it stopped me?
 
Shabana: what did you want to show me.
 
Rasul: look at this kid.
 
Shabana: what about him.
 
Rasul: look closely. Whom does he look like.
 
Shabana: doesn’t look like anyone. Whose kid is he.
 
Rasul: Some high class meemsab’s.
 
Shabana: the memsaab you told me about?
 
Rasul: yes.
 
Shabana: let me take a look closely.
 
Shabana zooms in the picture and takes only about a few seconds to recognize it.
 
Shabana: ya ,.'. Your uncle Sajid.
 
Rasul: I told you that my uncle Sajid is no ordinary guy.
 
Shabana: that too at that age. And how many were screwing that memsaab.
 
Rasul: yes. At least 3 that I know of.
Shabana: Have to admit. Your uncle is a piece of work that he got to sow his seed in that memsaab. Show her pic.
 
Rasul show her Purva’s pic with Tarun.
 
Shabana: she gorgeous. Your Sajid uncle is really lucky. Now I do believe in what you told me.
 
Rasul: not bad huh. He scored with this high class ***** wife.
 
Shabana: she is hot. That may be the only reason he scored with her. And from what I have heard from you about your uncle. He couldn’t pass her up. Could he.
 
Rasul: he didn’t pass up even the ugliest women either. He would not have missed the chance to get lucky with such a beauty.
 
Shabana: but why are you showing me all of this.
 
Rasul: to show you proof of what my uncle’s life was and maybe still is. But we must not let him know of this.
 
Shabana: enough of proof. Now show me your proof of love.
 
Rasul lifts Shabana in his arms and goes to the bedroom. He drops her down on the bed. The kids are watching some cartoon in the hall.
 
Rasul takes her clothes off, completely making her naked. He only takes out his cock and shoves it straight into her pussy. They are in missionary position for your information. Shabana knew about Rasul’s . she knew it first hand, as she had bore 2 kids for him. Rasul starts his thrusts into her pussy. She isn’t that wet as she should be. But rasul doesn’t care about a thing about how wet she is. After a few deep strokes, Shabana finds her wetness and now sighs a relief. She was reluctantly accepting his thrust before but now she is welcoming them into her pussy. Giving them the moans of approval.
 
Both locked in this position, Rasul turns his pace up. he is now pummelling Shabana like a jack hammer.
 
Shabana: aaa aaaaaa aaaaa
 
Rasul doesn’t even flinch at her screams.  He just increases his pace even more. She knows what is about to happen in her fertile pussy. Rasul’s thrusts get deep. He is about to cum any moment now. Shabana wraps her legs around Rasul tightly and Rasul instantly cums into her pussy.
 
Rasul picks up his phone while all this is happening.
 
He check up taruns whatsapp dp and status. Luck had struck. Tarun uploads a picture of him in the balcony.
 
Rasul recognised the place in back ground. As he had been to that construction site.
Both panting from the quick session. Rasul quickly withdraws from Shabana’s pussy and heads over to the bathroom. His cock semi hard from the ejaculation . he washes his cock and starts wearing his clothes.
 
Shabana still recovering from the onslaught, immediately wears a gown to cover herself.
 
Rasul: Don’t make dinner for tonight. I will be late. Don’t wait up either.
 
Shabana: where are you going. (While tying her hair in a bun)
 
Rasul: some important work came up.
 
Shabana : today is Sunday.
 
Rasul: very important work.
 
Rasul leaves the house. He takes his friends auto rickshaw to the place.
 
Rasul is dictating the directions to the buildings.
 
Rasul: stop here.
 
He hands over a 200rs note to the guy and continues on foot. Trying to get the right angle as to which wing and which floor she may be living. This doesn’t work well. So now he just waits in front of the gate to check if he is right or not.
 
He looks through the windows of the cars entering and exiting the gated community. Most people would call the security officer and beat him up for no reason. He waits at a tapri ( roadside tea stall)
 
Rasul goes to the tapriwala and stands there.
 
Tapriwala: chai.
 
Rasul: yes, 1 cutting.
 
Tapriwala gets him a cutting chai in the typical glass in no time.
 
Rasul takes a sip of the tea.
 
Rasul: do they hire people for paint work?
 
Tapriwala: yes, the have given re painting contract to one person.
 
Rasul: does he need people for work.
 
Tapriwala: he comes here for chai sometimes. You can ask him.
 
Rasul: do you have his number.
 
Tapriwala: yes.
 
He gives Rasul the number.
 
Rasul: what is his name?
 
Tapriwala: Aftab.
 
Rasul calls him up.
 
Rasul: salam alaikum
 
Aftab: walekum asallam.
 
Rasul: I am Rasul. Looking for a painting job.
 
Aftab: yes, who sent you.
 
Rasul: I was just passing by the buildings, I saw people painting the building so stopped to ask here .
 
Aftab: ok. Where are you waiting now.
 
Rasul: at the chai tapri.
 
 Aftab: ok. Wait there. I will come down in 30 min.
 
Rasul now waits for Aftab at the tapri.
 
Aftab arrives at his own leisure .
 
Rasul stands up as aftab comes to get his chai.
 
Aftab: so where have done painting ?
 
Rasul: outside walls and inside also.
 
Aftab: high buildings like these?
 
Rasul: yes 5 storey.
 
Aftab: this is 9 storey. Almost double.
 
Rasul: I will do it for more salary.
 
Aftab: I pay 1200 for day.
 
Rasul: 1500
 
Aftab: take the offer or leave.

Can lust beat money?
 
Rasul: fine I will do it. but I get paid everyday.
 
Aftab: fine with me.
 
Rasul: when do I start.
 
Aftab: tomorrow. get here early, at 7am sharp. He heat is less from sun. more work can be done.
 
Rasul: and at what time do I leave?
 
Aftab: in the evening of course, at 7pm.
 
Rasul: that long, you are paying me too less.
 
Aftab: hey, there is a break for the guys who work on outer walls. I don’t let them work in the noon from 11.00 to 2.30pm. besides you are a musalmaan, so you will be attending prayer .
 
Rasul: yes, of course. thank you, brother.
 
Aftab: It’s nothing. Now. Be here at 7am sharp tomorrow. Oh and we work on Sundays too. But not on Fridays.
 
Rasul: yes brother.
 
Rasul leaves the tapri and goes back to his house. After reaching home Rasul, comes and sits on the sofa.
 
Rasul: Shabboo, get me a glass of lemon sherbet.
 
Shabana gets working on it. after 5 minutes or so, she comes in with large glass of lime sherbet.
 
Shabana: here.
 
Rasul: thanks .
 
Shabana: you said you will not be there for dinner. Now should I plan for dinner too?
 
Rasul: yes, and I need my tiffin box by 6.30am in the morning tomorrow. I have taken up a new job, pays well.
 
Shabana: that early. What was wrong with the previous job.
 
Rasul: nothing. This one is a bit different. They give holidays on Friday, that’s why.
 
Shabana: ok.
 
Rasul: make sure you put 2 water bottles in the tiffin bag. It is going to be a big day tomorrow.
 
Contd….

[koolmaan]

congratulation for starting this story in anew point of view, but please let her have multiple men please. sex with single or double person repeatedly make story boring.

thank you. I am not restarting this story but providing alternate endings, as to how it would have been. you can suggest a narrative for season 2, but what you wish for has already been done by other writers and they have completely butchered the characters . please take this into consideration. please read my 1st post please. i like Mr.Aurelius1982's work, it is a masterpiece. i don't want to steal his characters either. i just felt this series needs continuation ,because it left many of the reader high and dry. Mr.Aurelius1982 had crafted his series quite nice. I hope to deliver the same to his thirsty readers. 

[koolmaan]

 
WHAT IF …… (Ep5)
( sorry for the delay guys, i have tried to make this episode bigger. hopefully the trend stays that way. and i write more every time for you. hit those likes to show your love)
 
The first day at work.
 
 Rasul had arrived at the new arrived at his new job spot on at 7am. Shabana had packed him a good lunch and 2 water bottles as Rasul had demanded. He was panting from the last-minute sprint. Aftab saw him and chuckled.
 
Aftab: you have arrived like you a college boy. Right on time. Ha ha ha.
 
Rasul: well I know if I get late I have to work in the hot sun.
 
Aftab: true, so true. Mohan here is your team mate , Now both of you get on Wing B. setup the painting cradle and wear the safety gear. If you die, with out safety harness, your wife and kids get nothing. Understood.
 
Rasul: of course, will not be a problem.
 
Rasul and Mohan head up to the terrace of the “B” wing . they see the cradle setup on the floor. And start rigging it up. and in no time they setup the cradle. It has all the necessary safety lines to arrest the fall in case of an accident.
 
Mohan: you are new. So, I go first. And then you can go.
 
Rasul: fine for me.
 
Mohan: you will be mixing the paint up here and lowering it to me on the cradle.
 
Rasul: ok.
 
Both the men start their work. Rasul is scanning the windows and floors of all adjacent buildings. But he could not find any sight of her, or her family. He did enjoy the view in the morning though. The jogger park of the gated community was clearly visible. His eyes had become so sharp that he would scan every woman. Not to be called a pervert, he would look the other way where his other co-workers were working or make up some dumb conversation with Mohan. Pretty much boring at first ,he said to himself as he thought that he could successfully find her on the first day. And he wouldn’t have to work on this job. As he had skills to work on much high paying job. He just took up this job to find that elusive woman he missed years ago. He had to improvise his method or he would never find her.
 
It was 11.30 now
 
Rasul: the sun’s getting hot.  You should stop now.
 
Mohan: yes. Pull the cradle up.
 
Rasul starts pulling the chain. The cradle comes up.
 
Rasul: so have you seen any hotties around here.
 
Mohan: one or two. it is difficult to focus on some dame’s titties when you are suspended in this cradle and have a guy who is eying some high society Bhabhis and sending down 10kg paint cans.
 
Rasul:oh no. I won’t let anything fall on you. Don’t worry
 
Mohan: so , you have been eyeing some high class women.
 
Rasul: well I am in a high class gated community , why not live and breathe the air in here.
 
Mohan: yeah, maybe get some high class pussy too..
 
Rasul: I mean , I can get lucky. Can’t I?
 
Mohan: you will get pussy that’s for sure. But if hit the wrong number, straightaway to the lock-up.
 
Rasul: it is that strict?
 
Mohan: yep, I have worked Aftab bhai on this building doing some minor repairs in apartments. There are a few good people in some, a few bad people who treat you like shit. I have had my experiences and I would like to stay away from these people. I have something special coming for me in weeks.
 
Rasul: what’s that.
 
Mohan: you have any kids?
 
Rasul: yeah 2.
 
Mohan: how old are you?
 
Rasul: 25.
 
Mohan: little early with batter eh.
 
Rasul: I mean, I found the right woman. so started doing what any normal guy would.
 
Mohan: me too. Just a bit late. My wife is due next month. So you just thought of filling that batter up in her baby oven when you got married , or waited.
 
Rasul: Yeah, pretty much. Started from day one. Both of us hated condoms.
 
Mohan: ha ha. Same here. 
Rasul: Mohan bhai, I think we can get this done quick if we access the balconies and paint them from there. That way we can finish early.
 
Mohan: woah. No finishing early, I need money for the baby. don’t ever bring this up with Aftab bhai. He will pay us less and get the job done early.
 
Rasul: ok Mohan bhai.
 
Mohan gets a call from Aftab
 
Aftab: so how is the new guy.
 
Mohan: well. He is doing good till now.
 
Aftab: ok, has he done some work on the cradle.
 
Mohan: no. but I will be putting him up in the afternoon hot sun. let’s see if he can do that. ( Mohan smiling at Rasul)
 
Rasul: no problem boss!!!
 
Aftab: good. Get the inside walls painted after your break.
 
Aftab ends his call.
 
Mohan: you heard the boss.
 
both of them take the much-needed break. The temperature hits 38 degrees, by the time they are done.
 
They paint the internal walls of the building and after lunch they start their work on the outside walls.
 
No luck for Rasul on the first day, he was a bit demoralised but the hunger to find her was still there. Second day same thing, he was eyeing like a hawk, he would look everywhere, every person. But no luck today either, the thirst was dying down. He thought he might made a bad call about this society and they might have come hre to visit some of their friends.  
 
Now on third day Rasul is on the outer walls. He is sweating like anything.
 
The cradle creeps down some tinted windows, not much can be seen inside the house. For a brief moment the cradle stops at the moment in front of that window, as is such the mechanism for lowering down the cradle.
 
 
The woman inside: Rasul??….
 
 
That day Purva had to send both the kids to summer camp. She would be picking them up after 5 pm. She had just had her lunch and was sipping on some orange juice and was surfing through her phone. She was wearing a frilly short sleeve top and a plazo, hair tied up in a ponytail. She took the air conditioning remote and put the setting on 23 degrees.
 
Purva thinking to herself: my god what a hot day.
 
She was just about to sit into the sofa. She heard some clanging and clinking above. A minute later she could see the metallic cradle come down. She was watching closely as she thought the cradle might hit the glass and break it. but in no way it hit the window glass. The cradle was almost half way through her window. She could see a person standing in it and manoeuvring the thing from hitting the walls. The person was looking up and talking to some on. She was watching all it unfold in front of her. As the men positioned the cradle just below her window. She could see the man’s face and was left in a shock.
 
Purva: Rasul??....
 
Purva was shocked to see Rasul, hard bodied youth she had seen with Sajid. Was outside this window painting the walls of the building. She watched him carefully to confirm whether it was really him. Yes, it was him.
 
She noticed how he was sweating and his shirt, wet from the sweat stuck on his body like a skin, exposing his physique. He did not have a paunch or a dad bod. She was getting excited at this sight and could feel a tiny bit of wetness in her crotch. She snapped out of it and came back to her senses.
 
If Rasul is here means Sajid is here too? she thought. she couldn’t fathom the thought of meeting Sajid face to face, as she did not even say goodbye to him nor let him see his creation from her womb. What would he say when he finds out that she bore Sajid’s child and did not even let him come close to Sameer. she as scared to even go out of her apartment now.
 
She scanned through her windows. trying to spot Sajid. But she did not see him anywhere around. “He must have not come today” she thought. she had her fingers crossed. She was a bit calm after the string of thoughts that ran through her mind. She came to confront herself, that if Sajid comes to know that Sameer is his son and wants to meet him. She would let him. But not let him reveal that he is his father. Although Sameer was a spitting image of his father, that Sameer is her love child from Sajid. A child that can put her chaste image to shame, yet she bore him and raised him. She would get reminded of Sajid every time she watched Sameer. she would reminisce in the thoughts of how Sajid had his time with her and also how she enjoyed his assertiveness over her, how he claimed her as his “wife” and showed her to others, how he controlled her in front of them, she had missed the feeling. It was all running through her mind today, amplified 100 times.
 
She did notice the time fly by as the clock ticked 4.30pm. she had to collect the kids form the summer camp.
 
She wore a sleeveless black Kurti and a tight white legging. she got her hair done in a ponytail. A little subtle of course. as she was just going to pick up the kids and nothing fancy. She got out of her apartment and like a shy and spooked deer she walked across to the elevator. Her chest pounding like anything, she shut the elevator door and pressed the button. She was headed to the parking lot. The doors opened, she briskly walked to the car , started it and drove off.
 
She reached the summer camp. Jittery and spooked she was, but here she was a bit happy she was away from her own home. There were zero chances of her encountering with Sajid here. Apu and Sameer sat in the car. Apu was on the brink of the rollercoaster teen-years and did not conversate with his mom. Sameer on the other hand was cranky and was demanding either a toy or snack.
 
Purva: Shut up Sameer. I will cook you some food when we get home. 
 
Apu: mom, you missed a left back over there.
 
Purva: I know. It is just Sameer…(back to driving)
 
Apu: we are going to get late now.
 
Purva did it unintentionally but sighed a relief as that is exactly what she wanted to make sure Sajid had left the premises.
 
At about 6 pm, they arrived at the parking lot. She looked here and there, scanning all the area.
 
Purva: Apu take your backpack and call the elevator for us. I will sort Sameer’s things out.
 
Apu: yes mom.
 
Apu very lethargically and lazily. Was walking over to the lift.
 
Purva: can’t your legs work any faster.
 
Apu: it’s not like I am taking eternity. Calm down mom.
 
Purva: hurry up already.
 
Purva took out Sameer’s bag and some groceries she had picked up along the way to the summer camp. She walked up to the elevator and gave the groceries bag to Apu.
 
She got Sameer in the elevator, and was about to enter. She forgot her cell phone.
 
Purva: Apu, take you brother and head up. I forgot my phone. I will go get it back.
 
Apu: every time, she does this. Come on Sameer.
 
Purva jitterily headed back to her car. She had forgot to get her phone in all of the panic that she herself had created in her mind. she got the phone locked the car and started walking back towards the elevator. The moment she pressed the elevator button
 
A guy behind her: Purva!!!!
 
She wanted to turn but was afraid of being confronted by Sajid. She heard the footsteps closing in on her, but stopped a few feet from her. The person called her again, but now in a low voice.
 
Rasul: Purva… is that you?
 
Purva turned around very slowly and faced the person. It was Rasul.
 
Purva: hi, Rasul…
 
Rasul: after a long, long time, I am seeing you. (of course, he was fapping to her from her husband’s WhatsApp status).
 
Purva: yeah Rasul. A long time.  A different time. Is anyone with you?
 
Rasul: you mean.
 
Purva: Yeah, you know Sajid.
 
Rasul: no. I don’t work with him anymore.
 
Purva: oh, (Purva sighed a relief)
 
Rasul: oh, you thought he was around the building?
 
Purva: yes (smiling, putting her hair behind her ear).
 
Rasul: don’t worry, Purva he is miles from here.
 
Purva: oh. Ok.
 
Purva much relieved to hear this. She got a bit comfortable and started talking more openly to Rasul.
 
Rasul: It is just my 3rd day working here. did not notice you here.
 
Purva: of course I live here. on the 4th floor.
 
Rasul: we are working on the other sides of the building perhaps. So how are you.
 
Purva: fine. Life has been great.
 
Rasul: won’t you invite me for some tea?
 
Purva was relieved and calm. she had never gotten a chance to get close with Rasul the first time . maybe it was divinity that brought him to her. And divinity that Sajid wasn’t around this time to boss her. She thought finally the opportunity to control her sexual needs was here.
 
Purva: ( smiling ) why not. For old times sake.
 
Rasul: old times sake. Ofcourse.
 
Both get into the lift. And the lift door close.
 
Both are quiet and calm. they do not speak a word. 
 
Purva walks out first and Rasul follows.
 
Rasul is admiring Purva from behind.
 
Rasul: I see that the view has improved.
 
Purva: shut up.
 
Purva opens the door to see Sameer running around with towel tied as a cape around his neck. Apu is in his room listening to some loud music.
 
Purva gets inside and calls Rasul in.  she closes the door.
 
Purva: Apu .. Apu… turn down that music.
 
Rasul: It look simple yet nice on the inside.
 
Purva: Yes. We have kept it subtle and did not exaggerate the interiors.
 
Rasul: ok.
 
Purva goes into the kitchen
 
Rasul sits in the sofa. He notices Sameer running around and looking at him. Rasul smiles at him. Sameer smiles at him.
 
Purva: Rasul , Tea or coffee.
 
Rasul: Tea.
 
Sameer keeps on doing what kids do.
 
Purva: sameer beta. Come here.
 
Sameer goes into the kitchen and does not come out.
 
Purva had given him a chatpata snack.
 
Purva comes out of the kitchen and sits adjacent to Rasul, and looks at him.
 
Rasul: what.
 
Purva: nothing. You have noticed, haven’t you?
 
Rasul: noticed what.?
 
Purva: the boy.
 
Rasul: what about him. (Acting like he did not notice) he is a happy kid.
 
Purva: anything familiar you see about him?
 
Rasul: yes. I have noticed the face. He looks like my uncle Sajid.
 
Purva: yes. You are not going to tell Sajid about him.
 
Rasul: why.
 
Purva: you know what happened. I did not tell him I was pregnant with his child then.
 
Rasul: so, you want to keep it a secret from Sajid.
 
Purva: yes. Very uncanny of you bumping into me today.
 
Rasul: Fate. Just like the day we came over to your house for a cup of tea. A cup of tea that changed many lives that day.
 
Purva: indeed.
 
Awkward silence falls in the room.
 
Purva: so you got married? or still single.
 
Rasul: I have gotten married, have 2 kids. 1 and 2 yrs old now.
 
Purva: how many wives?.
 
Rasul: Only one. but Purva, I have always lusted for you from the beginning, the day you came out to check us out. It was you I saw first, our eyes met too, you remember. Today I was at the tapriwala and the moment I saw you leave through gates in that car, I knew I had to meet you.
 
Purva: that is sweet of you, I too liked you the day I saw you. Your athletic physique is what got me attracted to you. I wish it was you instead of Sajid. But he was the one pressing all the right buttons on me.
 
Rasul: really. so glad to hear.
 
Purva: hmm. That explains how you saw me. I had seen you this afternoon. And was spooked that Sajid might be nearby. And did not want to face him or be confronted him.
 
Rasul: trust me, he wouldn’t even bother about the kid. But he would have gotten in a bear hug with you at the first sight though. Can’t believe you kept his child. No one knew though. I thought it was all fun but you paid a hefty price, I guess.
 
Purva: not what you think Rasul. I wanted to bring that child into this world, irrespective of who its father was. And I somewhat knew it was going to be Sajid’s. I kept it anyway.  
 
Rasul: so, can anything workout for us this time around?
 
Purva: don’t be pushy Rasul. Times are different now.
 
Rasul: I know. But if you want to give it a try, we can do something about it. I don’t want to pass you up the second time around.
 
Purva: I will think about it.
 
Purva gets up and goes into the kitchen. She pours the tea into the cup and walks into the hall. She hands over a cup to Rasul.
 
Rasul: thank you .
 
Rasul sips his cup of tea as Sameer comes out of the kitchen and starts running around.
 
He jumps on the chairs and goes sits on Purva’s lap.
 
Rasul finishes his cup of tea and gets up, opens the door.
 
Rasul: just think about it.
 
Purva: give me some time. Bye.

Rasul: bye

Rasul pulls the door behind him.

 
Contd…..

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF …... (Ep6)
 
Lusty Pheonix.
 
Purva was walking back and forth in her living room, contemplating the fact that Rasul had
just stepped back into her “normal life”. but was it normal or was it boring? yes, she was bored of daily routine. She missed the thrill of the adventures she had with Sajid and other men. she wanted it now, more than ever. Her dull routine made her reminisce about the times she had with Sajid and his friends. She loved how Sajid had broken her shell and turned her into a slut. She missed those thrilling adventures, she wanted it all over again.
 
Tarun returned from office. Apu was on his phone. Sameer was playing and running around as usual. Purva had made dinner. All of them had dinner and slept. A regular normal day for everyone. Except Purva.
 
As regularly, the next morning she made breakfast and served them. She waited for Rasul to show up. she saw him walking towards B wing and she had worn a sleeveless top and a ankle length gown. She thought it was modest. But men think otherwise.
 
It was 11.30am. the bell rang. it was Rasul at the door. Purva, opened the door. Rasul walked straight inside without even asking her. Purva had been experienced this before. She got reminded of Sajid. She smiled for a moment, thinking that Rasul had come to rescue her from her boring life. as soon as he took seat she changed to her poker face. Her kinky mind was telling her “ lets have some fun with this stud”.
 
Rasul: So the kids have gone to summer camp?
 
Purva: Yes.
 
Rasul: you had your breakfast?
 
Purva: Yes.
 
Rasul falls into silence. He takes out his phone and goes on about watching those annoying cringy reels.
 
Purva was bewildered at this behaviour from Rasul.
 
Purva: I’ll get you some coffee.
 
Rasul: But make it a cold one
 
Rasul said as if he owned the place. Purva notices this as she had seen similar behaviour from saijd. Purva wanted to be slutty and have her old slice of nice life back, but she did want to come as desperate for it. she wanted to Rasul to make his move.
 
She walked into the kitchen. she knew form her memories that now Rasul would pounce on her now.  she got the coffee done but waited for longer than usual. She hadn’t put the ice cubes. she as waiting for Rasul to enter the kitchen and garb her by the waist. But that did not happen, she added the 2 ice cubes and walked out of the kitchen.
 
Rasul was patiently waiting for his cold coffee. Purva stood in front of him and bent a little modestly and gave him the glass of cold coffee.
 
Rasul and Purva’s eyes locked on each other. Purva sat in the adjacent sofa chair and looked at Rasul sipping the coffee.
 
Purva: so how are the kids?
 
Rasul: fine.
 
Purva: Wife.
 
Rasul: she is fine too.
 
Purva: What is her name?
 
Rasul: Shabana.
 
Purva: What does it mean?
 
Rasul: belonging to the night.
 
Purva: very interesting.
 
Rasul shows her a picture of him and his family on his phone.
 
Purva: Nice. Cute kids you have.
 
Purva gives him his phone back,
 
Rasul sipping on his coffee.
 
Rasul: you seem very well settled yourself. Living the quiet life, I see. After much of the action I thought your life would be different.
 
Purva: wild guess. But I enjoy this life now. my kids, my husband they love me. That is the only love I will need for now.
 
Purva trying to show him that she is content with her life. but in her mind she desperately wants it, but is doesn’t want to be the one to start it.
 
Rasul finishes his coffee. And gives the empty glass to Purva.
 
Purva gets up and walks into the kitchen.
 
Rasul follows her after a minute or so.
 
He watches Purva from behind as she is washing the glass at the Kitchen sink. He walk up behind her and grabs her ass.
 
Purva jerks slightly but continues to do her work. Rasul now exploring her ass from above the fabric. Moves his to the front. He rubs his erection through his trousers on her ass between her ass cheeks. Slightly moving his hands from her belly to her boobs.
 
Purva taking all the motion starts getting restless but still composed to clean the things that she used to make the coffee.
 
Rasul with one hand moves her hair aside and exposes her backs of the neck. He goes near her neck and slightly touches with his lips, his burly beard scratches a little on her soft skin, sending shivers through her body. Purva gets goosebumps all over. Rasul kisses only softly and retreats. He now puts his left hand on the crotch and his right one still on her breast. He starts rubbing over her crotch. He becomes successful in finding her lips and starts rubbing over the fabric. The tingling sensation of getting her pussy lips rubbed and that too from another man, sends another wave of shivers through Purva’s body. Purva throws her head back and gasps. her mouth open but no words or sound come out of it. she turns her head to look at Rasul. both make eye contact. Rasul still doing his thing. Her mouth still open from the onslaught at her vagina.
 
Purva still holding the washed glass somehow manages to keep it aside and hold on to the kitchen counter like a newbie rider she holds on for dear life as Rasul ups the tempo on her crotch.
 
Rasul is happy in his mind about the situation. He suddenly stops the action and withdraws without finishing her off. And backs off a step.
 
Rasul: see, I knew you wanted it. you enjoyed it.
 
Purva turns around and looks at Rasul still recovering from the onslaught, panting and heaving but is unable to say a word, but trying to gain her stance.
 
Purva: please….
 
Rasul: I need to be going, I will be back tomorrow.
 
Rasul leaves without saying another word. Leaving Purva in a state of horniness. He shuts the door silently behind him.
 
Purva had the horny thoughts about him all day she was rattled yet left wanting more form the encounter, it reminded of she like to be touched by other men.
 
Next morning about 11.45 the bell rang. It was Rasul. Purva opened the door, said nothing. She was wearing pyjamas and a loose t-shirt. She walked inside. Rasul gazed at her accentuated hips sway left and right. He shut the door behind him. Rasul looked on as she walked to the kitchen, he sat on the sofa, took out his phone and started watching those WhatsApp statuses with the sound like every low-class person would do to annoy the people next to them. Purva could hear all those cringy songs and trends.
 
She came out of the kitchen after 5 mins with a tray in hand with a cup of tea. Rasul quit watching the reels and kept his phone aside. He saw Purva walk towards him. He had seen her do this many times, but this time it was different. She stood a few steps in front of him and bent to serve him tea. Rasul took the cup in his hands as Purva turned around and placed the tray on the coffee table. She sat in the adjacent sofa chair, crossed her legs and leaned back into the chair.
 
Rasul savoured this view and the tea. Both look at each other . Rasul went first.
 
Rasul: you look beautiful today.
 
Purva: thank you.
 
Rasul: but you look very sexy when you had worn that mini skirt.
 
Purva: do you want me too?
 
It was as if Purva wanted to impress Rasul and finish what he had started yesterday
 
Rasul nodded his head a yes.
 
Purva got up and went to the bedroom. She did not lock the door behind her. She opened her wardrobe and took out the mini skirt and top to match. She started undoing her skirt, it dropped to the floor. Her lush ass on display to whoever had the view. She was facing the wardrobe. she wished she was being watched by a man, because of her sexual demeanour. She pulled the skirt on her waist and put on the hook. she took the white knotted top and slid it on her torso. She looked like a sex bomb she thought. she turned around to find no one standing in the door way. She tied the knot of the top. And walked out to the living room.
 
Rasul’s patient eyes were waiting for her to come out of that room. For a moment she waited there for a moment and his lustful gaze roamed all over her body. She was wearing black lingerie inside. The brassiere was visible through the white knotted top, her mini skirt did very little to cover her lush milky thighs, so was its purpose too. She walked towards Rasul; her skirt swayed while she walked towards him. giving him a peek of her inner thighs. She stood in front of him, with her hands on her hips. She was displaying herself for him to relish the moment. She had missed displaying herself to Sajid. She felt the sexual exuberance in her again as she did the same for Rasul.
 
Rasul: I remember it like yesterday when I saw you wear such clothes in front of Sajid uncle.
 
Purva: I remember how you would sneak-a-peek to see me walk around like this in front of Sajid.
 
Rasul goes on to grab Purva’s waist. He places his hands over her waist. Admiring and feeling the voluptuous shape.
 
Rasul: Yes.  Now I know why that bastard enjoyed this so much.
 
Rasul runs his hands over Purva’s waist and midriff. He moves his hands over her waist and then over her thighs. He slips his hands under her skirt and runs them over her ass. He kneaded her jiggly ass like it was dough. He then moved his hands upwards, lifting her skirt, this exposes her black lacy panties.
 
 He then moves his hands upwards towards her supple breasts, he grabs them carefully as he starts kneading them in his hand. They are quite a handful but still not as large as Shabana’s he thinks. He then moves his hands on her waist and pulls her towards him.
 
Purva gets the idea and saddles over him and sits on his lap with her legs apart. Rasul with his left-hand firm on her hip, he starts grabbing her ass with his he slowly moves it across her ass and down to her cunt. It was moist and warm as his finger felt, as he lightly caressed over her labia.
 
Purva looked straight into Rasul’s eyes and both understood what needed to be done. Purva untied her shirt and exposed her ample breasts although enclosed in sensuous black laced brassiere, they looked marvellous as they were. she undid her shirt and it slipped to the floor. Purva’s hands went back to the brassiere’s hook and she had unhooked it a little and one of her straps slips below her shoulder and it was an erotic sight to see. Purva took off her brassiere, she had worn although for only an hour. Her breasts exposed to the elements and for Rasul’s eyes to feast upon.
 
Rasul: wow, they look even more beautiful this close to the eyes.
 
Purva: you look at them as if you have seen boobs for the first time.
 
Rasul: yours are like wonders of this part of the world.
 
Rasul’s bulging erection was pushing into his pants. It had almost reached Purva’s cunt through the pants.
 
Rasul’s cell phone rings, it is Mohan. Purva stops her act.
 
Mohan: where are you.
 
Rasul: having some tea.
 
Mohan: where? I am here at the chaiw,.'.
 
As Rasul is talking over the phone, Purva intentionally rubs her crotch on his lap. Her wet juices rub on to Rasul’s crotch. Leaving a wet patch.
 
Rasul: I will need about 30 mins.
 
Saying this Rasul ended the call .
 
Purva: only 30min. you think it will be enough for you?
 
Rasul: absolutely not but none the less ,the best 30 mins with you.
 
Rasul buries his face into Purva’s cleavage. His burly beard makes Purva moan as it touches her soft skin.
 
Rasul grabs each of Purva’s breasts in each of his hand. Purva pulls her skirt up to her waist. Rasul’s eyes move towards Purva’s wet crotch. He notices the wet patch on his pants.
 
Rasul grabs Purva by the waist, lifts her over to his right. Rasul unzips and pulls out his cock. Purva looking at the throbbing cock. She leans over and grabs his cock with her right hand and starts giving him a hand job. Rasul starts grabbing Purva’s ass with his right hand. Her moves down under to her crotch and starts caressing over her laced lingerie. Purva adjusts her self into a doggystyle position. Intentionally giving him access to her pussy.
 
Rasul notices the wetness and pulls her panty down to her knees. He inserts two of his fingers and runs them around her inner walls.
 
Purva lifts her head and “Gasps”. as she feels his hard rough fingers in her tender silky pussy.
 
Rasul starts fingering Purva. their whole act visible in the reflection on the 55inch TV screen. Purva knows this and looks at her reflection a hundred times she had seen this when she had been with Tarun. But today was different, a fairly new person had taken Tarun’s place.
 
She could see how Rasul’s fingers come in and out of her cunt. His fingers glistening from her juices. She then sees Rasul move his left hand over her head. His hand holds on to her pony tail, Purva looks at Rasul, their eyes meet again. as he guides her mouth towards his erect cock. Purva opens her mouth and gobbles on his cock. All the while Rasul is fingering her wet cunt.
 
Rasul lifts his head up and sighs.
 
Rasul: So many years I have been waiting to feel your mouth with my cock, Purva.
 
Purva looked at Rasul and saw him smile.
 
Purva couldn’t say a word but she knew she would get what she wanted today.
 
Rasul admires the sight of her ass and takes his fingers out of her cunt and caresses her lush ass and kneads it with his right hand.
 
Purva felt lively as she had gotten a chance relive those memories. The sight of her sucking on Rasul’s erect cock only wearing her flimsy mini skirt that too, pulled above her navel was erotic. Rasul could hold it any longer. He let go of her pony tail and grabbed sofa cushion. Purva’s was making him go nuts with skills of her mouth, she sucked on his bulbous cock hard.
 
He pulled her up.
 
Rasul: come sit on my cock.
 
Purva sat in his lap with each leg on the side, Rasul grabbed his cock with his left hand and with the right hand on her waist. He guided his thick hot rod by parting the lips at her pussy’s opening. Purva had put both her hands on Rasul’s shoulders, like she was ready to ride this rodeo. She could feel Rasul pulling her down with his right hand. She obliged and let her weight on his cock slowly.  Purva’s mouth opened wide, she threw her head back in ecstasy. She felt his throbbing unfamiliar rock-hard cock inside her velvety soft pussy walls. Rasul after guiding his cock. now held her at the waist. Purva waited for a moment till she settled her Pussy on his cock. she looked into Rasul’s eyes. Rasul was smiling at her. She started riding him one hop at a stroke at a time. Rasul could see her open her mouth wide but she did not let out any moans. she started increasing her strokes. Rasul accompanied her with lifting her waist. the strokes were getting frequent. Her pussy had become very wet. It was dripping her juices every time she came down his cock. Purva picked up a steady pace and rode him for 10 minutes. that was all the strength she could muster. She felt weary and fell on his shoulder.
 
Rasul: you need help don’t you.
 
Purva Nodded.
 
Rasul slid to his side with Purva still on his cock. she was now on top of him and he started driving his cock from below. Every stroke would send ripples through Purva’s ass cheeks. She turned to see the reflection in the 55” tv screen. She could see how rasul was pummeling her pussy from below his sheer strength pushing her body up. while his hand on her waist pulling her down. Rasul was at steady pace from the beginning. He stopped after 7-8 minutes. and told her to get up. she got off his cock, she was standing there beside him. he too stood up and made her get into a doggystyle position and inserted his cock immediately. He started pounding her in this position like there was no tomorrow. He was about to cum, he had reached his end of the runway.
 
Rasul: is it ok if I cum in you.
 
He asked at the last moment.
 
Purva reluctantly said “do it….”
 
Rasul’s strokes got more deeper and deeper. He was thrusting his cock to the hilt.
 
Just the affirmation from Purva and in few seconds he was done, he threw his head behind and pulled Purva by the waist towards him. Purva hadn’t cum. She was need of more, but she had hope in her new lover to deliver what she needed.
 
Purva put her head down on the sofa and waited for Rasul to recover. for a whole moment he was savouring the fact that he got to empty his load into Purva , his heartthrob of his youth. He wanted to relish every moment in her now.
 
Rasul took his sweet time to take out his cock out of Purva’s pussy. he sat in the sofa chair his semi-hard erection subsiding.
 
Rasul: I had only dreamed of being in you. Felt like Jannat.
 
Purva sitting on her side, and trying not to mess up herself with his cum slowly oozing out.
 
The complete and sudden, physical disconnect was natural to Purva. she too was recovering from the act. And had rested her head on the sofa.
 
Purva: it was nice for me too. But you need to be leaving though. People might know. I don’t want a whole pack of labourers feeling my body up like last time.
 
Rasul got up and zipped up. he walked up to the door, opened it and left. He said nothing to her, not even a goodbye.
 
Purva got up, bolted the door and collapsed on the sofa. she was naked except for the flimsy mini skirt still hanging around her navel.
 
She lay there for a quite some time, then got up and got into the shower and cleaned herself up.
 
She wore the pyjamas and t shirt and it looked as if nothing had happened. Except for the fact that she had been drilled thoroughly by her semi-stranger lover to his full content. And her lingerie was still littered around the living room.
 
She collected all of sexy lingerie and put it into the washing machine.
 
Purva (talking to herself): thank God for tinted windows. A day well begun.
 
Her smiles said it all. She had tasted the thrill again.
 
 
Contd….

[koolmaan]

Great update brother hope we don't have to wait long for the next chapter

thanks. will try to update soon. please read my previous posts.

[koolmaan]

One more thing when you started this story it was perfect  so kindly go back to hinglish( Hindi + English ) let rasul converse with purva in Hindi you can put.the translated conversation in brackets for readers who don't understand Hindi as it will add an extra layer of masala to the story  for example (rasul  calling purva  a raand or chinaal in Hindi while he  is Boning her  sounds better than him calling her a whore  or  a harlot  it's a personal opinion so if you  feel like me than kindly add these changes to make your story even more intriguing.

on point there, i did that in previous episodes. but people people wanted the English version. because of the story in English section.

[koolmaan]

Yah I have read the earlier comments asking you to write in english but you can do this let rasul's dialogues be in Hindi and once the dialogues end put english translation inside  a bracket  so that people who prefer English can understand because it looks a bit artificial when you have a low wage worker like rasul conversing in english kind of kills the theme of the story because over here you have a high class housewife getting her holes drilled by a low wage worker who is not her equal is social status so it needs to be crude  not sanitised rasul who had to wait for years for his chance to have a go at purva in a real case scenario would turn purva into his own personal slut trying to put his mark on the woman once owned by his uncle and there will be nothing vanilla about there affair on the contrary it will be animalistic and brutal like rasul marking her as his whore and language goes a long way in establishing rasul's dominance over  purva

Noted. I had put the "subtitles " . He he.  Clearly Rasul needs to have those dialogue or the storyline looses it's authenticity. I will edit all the posts. Replacing them with hinglish dialogues for respective characters.  Thanks for standing out for this.

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF…. (Ep7)
 
( I have written in hinglish to keep the authenticity of the characters , for my english reader I have given “subtitles”. Hehe. Enjoy. I will be posting the hinglish edits for the old episodes,  when I get time. but I want to finish this IWPWCG season and move to other erotic stories that I am currently writing.)
 
Déjà vu….
  
It was the third day Rasul would meet Purva but it was the last day that he would be working on B wing.
 
The bell rang at 11.30.
 
As usual Purva opened the door. She was wearing her pyjamas and loose t-shirt.
 
Rasul had come with a plastic bag in his hand. He gave it to Purva.
 
Purva: What is this? ( yeh kya hai?).
 
Rasul: mujhe pata hai ki gair mard se chod lene se darti nahi, lekin tujhe ye sab secretly karna hai. To mai jo bolu waise tujhe karna hoga. Yeh mera mobile number save kar le aur yeh address pe thik 1.30baje phoch ke mujhe phone karna.(I know you are not afraid of having sex with other people, but you want to keep it discreet. You have to do as I say. Save my mobile number, wear that burkha, give me a call when you get to this address.)
 
Purva takes out the cloth from the plastic bag. It is a burkha. Her heart starts racing. All her memories flash in front of her eyes, she remembers the last time she had worn a burkha .
 
Purva looks at it as Rasul smiles at her bewildered look .
 
Purva: apne uncle se bohot seekh gaye ho. ( you have learnt a lot from your uncle)
 
Rasul: agey agey dekh kya kya karta hu tere saath ( just wait and watch what all things I will do to you.)
 
Purva: OOOhhh.
 
Rasul: sirf aur sirf burkha pehen ke ana, aur kuch nahi pehen na. chal coldwali coffee bana. Aur kuch sexy pehen ke. ( wear burkha and only burkha nothing else and go make a cold coffee and wear something sexy.)
 
Purva walks into the bedroom. She searches through her wardrobe . she comes across a short blue party dress. One which she had worn when Tarun had taken her to a club during their vacation. She wears it and steps out of the bedroom. She doesn’t spend time to match the lingerie, as anyway he will eventually remove it.
 
Rasul’s looks at Purva, As the shimmering blue colour catches his eyes. His eyes follow all over her body. Her voluptuous curves hidden by nothing but the shimmery fabric, jiggle as she takes every step to reach the kitchen. Her boobs reciprocate the same. Purva looking at Rasul bites her lips. She is now out of Rasul’s sight.
 
Rasul’s wait has begun, he doesn’t watch those stupid reels. He patiently waits those long 10 minutes.
After about 10 minutes. Purva steps out with a tray in her hands. A large glass of cold coffee on it.
 
She stands in front of Rasul as always and bends to give him the glass. Rasul holds the glass.
 
She sits beside Rasul on the sofa. with him at the centre. Rasul seated royally at the centre.
 
She looks at Rasul.
 
Rasul takes a sip of the cold coffee.
 
Rasul: aaaahhhhh. Bohot mast. dimag Thanda hua (aaaahhhh. Very nice. My mind got chilled)
 
Purva is all smiles like a teen girl impressing her teen crush.
 
Rasul chugs the whole glass down. His erection was visible to her. Rasul places the glass on the table. And unzips his pants to reveal his erection. With no say, Purva leans over the cock and starts sucking on it.
 
Rasul: aaa.
 
Rasul started caressing her back, her ass. He pulled up the skirt and exposed her ass.
 
He saw that tattoo on her ass. That tattoo of that marked Sajid’s conquest of Purva’s pussy.
 
Purva notices this and starts to give him a handjob.
 
Purva: apne  uncle ki nishani dekh rahe ho?. ( looking at the mark left by your uncle?)
 
Rasul: ha, soch raha hu ki mai bhi ek nishani kar du.( yeah thinking about making my own mark)
 
Purva: Sajid ka idea pura copy karega. Agar tuney kiya to mere Tarun ko pata chalega. Usko mai yeh sab kar rahi hu uski ek bhi bhanak nahi hai (you want to copy Sajid’s idea?. If you do then, tarun will come to know. He does not have the faintest idea of what all I am doing)
 
Rasul: nishani to mai karunga. Lekin tere pati ko uski bhanak bhi nahi hogi. ( I will make my mark, your husband will have no idea of it.)
 
Purva: batao kaise.( tell me how?)
 
Rasul: jab karunga tab pata chalega ( when i will do it and then you will notice it).
 
He pulls Purva for a kiss. Their lips lock and a passionate kiss ensued.
Rasuls breaks from the kiss and talks.
 
Rasul: Khadi ho ja (stand up) ( Purva stands facing him.)
 
Rasul: ghoom ja. ( turn around)
 
Purva turns around. Rasul lifts the skirt to reveal her panty. He pulls the panty down to her knees and the drop to her ankles. Purva slips one leg out of the panty, her clean-shaven lips are visible to Rasul. He approaches her pussy from behind and starts tonguing her lips. After a minute. He pulls her down on his cock slowly and with his left hand inserts his cock into her pussy. Purva bent a little and rested her hands on the couch to support her weight. Rasul had his hands holding her round yet doughy butt. He started thrusting his cock up into her pussy. after a few minutes he stopped. he said nothing. He was just holding her butt and, in a moment, he let go of her butt and Purva was impaled on his cock.
 
Purva: aaaaaaahhhhhh.
 
Rasul laughs
 
Rasul: chudwa le teri choot mere lund pe. (Fuck your cunt on my cock)
 
Purva starts moving her ass up and down. Rasul takes this opportunity to pull her dress down and it gets coiled around her belly. He also unclasped the bra hook and it slipped to her forearm. Her tits were dangling up and down after this.
 
He was able to see how his cock was getting swallowed by Purva’s pussy. every time Purva pushed up, his cock was coated by her pussy juices.
 
Suddenly he stopped midways. he pulled her aside. Kissed her . he got up . zipped up . leaving Purva high and dry. He did not say anything. Purva was wet and wanting more.
 
He heard the door. she got up and got into her pyjamas. Cleaned up the room and had lunch. It was 12.30pm. She remembered what Rasul had said to her, she had to reach the place in a burkha at 1.30pm. She started to think about it. As instructed by Rasul she had to wear only a burkha and nothing else. She could not leave the building in a burkha so she had to change into the burkha in her car. So, she got the things planned in that manner. She took a bag with a set of undergarments and put the burkha in it. she then wore only her loose t-shirt and pyjamas. Nothing underneath. The wet juices from the quick incomplete session made a wet patch on her crotch.
 
She packed her bag and headed out. Her heart was racing. But she was more excited than afraid this time. a little fear dwelled in her mind, as to what Rasul had in store for her.
 
She reached at the location described by Rasul. it was secluded area with place to park her car. She looked around for people and took out the burkha. She took of her shirt and tossed into the co-driver seat. She pulled the burkha on her. And then removed her pyjama’s. and tossed them into the co-driver seat. She adjusted the burkha and the head scarf. covered her face with the veil and checked it everything was ok in the vanity mirror. After she was sure everything was ok, she called Rasul.
 
Purva: hello,
 
Rasul: to tu pohoch gayi address pe chinal (so you reached at the address slut)
 
Purva: ha. Ab bolo kya karu. ( yes, now tell me what to do)
 
Rasul: Waha ek paan ki dukan hai waha ruuk ja (There is a paan-shop near there, wait there.)
 
Purva got out of the car. She was wearing the cheapest footwear she had but even that stood out. she locked the car and walked towards the paanshop and waited near it. the paan shop guy and other men noticed her she received a lot of looks.
 
She only had a purse in her hand. Her milky body was barely visible for those who looked on very carefully at her. Against the sunlight her curves would definitely get silhouetted. she looked here and there.
 
She could see many small houses built without any architectural significance or purpose or design that made sense. These were only purpose built. She kept looking around and saw some street urchins playing around. some juveniles messing around the corners.
 
After few minutes she saw a bike come near her, she recognises that it was Rasul who was riding it. the bike made a loud noise. She had heard Tarun talk about some bike called a bopper, maybe it was this. Rasul stopped in front of her. Rasul waves at the paanshop guy, He waved back and smiled. Purva sat on the seat with legs to side ofcourse. the fabric around her ass stretched a little, revealing her voluptuous ass, some onlooker could make out her ass curves in that position on the bike, at some places on her butt her milky skin tone too could be seen if observed carefully. And whenever they would go over bumps and potholes, it would send ripples through her jiggly ass and midriff.
 
Purva: kidhar le ja rahe ho mujhe? (Where are you taking me?)
 
Rasul: idhar pass hee, (nearby.)
 
They drive for some minutes. the blaring sound of the bike leaves Purva’s ears numb.
 
They reach at a building; it may have been 30 years old give or take 5 years. Rasul parked the bike and Purva got off. She was struggling to keep her burka together. as both walked to the building. A middle-aged man, probably in his late forties was waiting for them.
 
Rasul: Bashir chacha , room achi honi chahiye ( bashir uncle, the room should be nice)
 
Bashir uncle : bete, tu room to dekh le pehle, fir baat karna ( first you see the room and then talk )
 
they go above to the first floor where  3 door could be seen . these are the “rooms” that bashir was talking of.  The first one facing the road was taken by a family the second and 3rd were empty. Bashir showed the second , it was simply a room with an adjoining small room which supposedly was the kitchen. Bashir had done some new flooring. Now these rooms had dark brown coloured vitrified tiles and the walls were painted in greyish shade.
 
Rasul does not say a word.
 
Bashir: ye room ka bhada 3000 hoga. Aur 10,000 deposit (This room’s rent will be 3000, and 10,000 deposit)
 
Purva laughs in her mind as she had spent 10 times that on the last vacation for just a day’s accommodation.
 
Rasul: bashir chacha, 2000 kar do. (bashir uncle, make it 2000)
 
Bashir chacha: 2800 se niche nahi dunga. Yeh sab tile fitting naya karvaya hai. (Not less than 2800, these tiles have been newly fitted)
 
Rasul: 2400 kar do ( make it 2400)
 
Bashir: thik hai chal. Aaj hi deposit de aur settle ho ja. Teri begum ko bhi  puchna ho puchlo. ( ok with me, today itself give me deposit and settle here. if you want to speak to your begum, and sort it out)
 
Rasul: meri begum nahi hai yeh.( she is not my wife)
 
Bashir: toh koun hai bey yeh, teri behen?, ammi? ( then whois she, you sister or mother?)
 
Rasul: Usko hi poochlo.( ask her only)
 
Bashir: mohtarma , kya yeh apka shohahr hai? ( miss, is he your husband?)
 
Purva snickers a small audible then replies.
 
Purva: ji nahi. ( no sir.)
 
Bashir: tumhe pata hai na ki gair mard ke saath samband h rakhna haram hai. ( you do know that keeping relations with outside men is haram)
 
Purva: Ji mere shohr ne talak di hai mujhe. ( yes, but my husband has divorced me )
 
Rasul: aur mai iska halala karne wala hu. ( and I am going to do her halala)
 
Bashir: oh. mujhe koi autraz nahi, Mohtarma ka halala chalne tak yeh room chahiye tumhe? ( oh, I don’t have any issues, you will be needing the room till her halala is done?)
 
Rasul: ha bilkul. ( yes, exactly)
 
Bashir: thik hai, to deposit ke paise laya hai tu? ( so you got the deposit money?)
 
Rasul takes a wad of cash counts from it and hands it to him.
 
Rasul: 5000 hai , baki ke 5000 do din me yaha settle hone ke baad deta hu.( 5000nos, 5000 after we settle here)
 
Bashir puts the cash in his pocket hand Rasul the keys and leaves.
 
Rasul locks the door behind and turn to purva.
 
Rasul : to, har dopahar yaha ana hoga. ( so , every afternoon you will come here)
 
Purva: kab? (when?)
 
Rasul: mai bataunga tumhe ( I will let you know)
 
Both of them leave the “New Home”. They arrive at the purva’s parked car. She sits inside and rasul sits besides her as she takes off her burkha reavealing to him that she hadn’t worn anything underneath. She wears the pyajama’s and tshirt. Rasul exits the vehicle. Purva locks the vehicle and drives to her home.
 
At home ,Purva’s mind was filled with thoughts of the new situation she was going to face. Yes, the thrill was there to and her heart was racing at the thought that she would have to go there every afternoon for Rasul. But one thing for sure was that her identity would be a secret. finally she thought, she could have it all.  
 
Contd…..

[koolmaan]

Great update glad to see you revert back to hinglish with this new update you can take the story further and push the envelope a bit without deviating from Aurelius's original theme if you have read Aurelius's who watches the watchman the last update where menaka truly embraces her whore dom and husband getting the  mail from society management regarding his wife becoming a society whore and getting to know about a whatsapp group where menaka's videos were getting circulated you can add this element from that story since it's from the same author and since you are trying to follow the same essence as the original author then you can explore the possibility of rasul turning purva into a nymph and sharing her with his friends and acquaintances letting them have there way with her while maintaining a what's app group where her clips  getting circulated  with purva embracing this new reality and enjoying the attention she would be getting from scores of men rasul  would be putting in front of her turning her into a three holed whore  you can end season with rasul adding purvas husband into the group unbeknownst to purva and his reaction to her becoming  a common whore having gone through 100s of her clips with dozens of different men boning her  In various positions sometimes three at a time with all her holes being filled at once  and reading through all the lewd comments on the group From men having already tasted her charms and them.discussing about there deepest and most extreme fantasies there if rasul lets them have their way with her and him not knowing what to do with this bombastic new information about his wife you can end the season here from next season onwards  you can explore purva's  whoredom Along with her husband's predicament since he won't be confronting her about this he would silently follow her exploits this situation will let you use multiple narrative where you can dedicate chapters from the husband's point of you and even from rasul's point of you about what  his actual plans for purva  were  so you can incorporate situations and scenarios from Aurelius's other stories plus shiprat's  also since he was the first person to take this story further .

buddy you have completely told the plot here. i cannot use it now. hehe. PM to kar dete. and if Sir Aurelius the great has done it with other stories, then there is no way i am copying the same thing. there is no fun if i am not creative with this. i have thought of an end for season 1. i don't want to be similar to other stories. true fact that the characters were created by Sir Aurelius. it should not sound like "inspired " from other movies like bollywoood does. i hope to deliver the some good fap stories to remember.

[koolmaan]

What IF…. (Ep 8)
 
The Ride
 
The next day. Purva’s day began as usual. She was waiting for Rasul to call her. But she did not receive his call. She could see him work on wing D. she opened her living room window and they both saw each other. She called him up, but he did not pick up. she closed the door in disappointment as she was getting restless as to what Rasul had in store for her. the word halala popped in her mind and she started searching it on her laptop. She started reading all that she could find on halala. She started to like the concept of it.
 
That day Rasul did not call her or have any kind of contact, other than eye contact, that too from the other building.
 
Same thing next day. No call or contact. But she could see Rasul sweating it out in the hot sun, even with the canopy on the cradle. She thought, that is the only thing she could enjoy now, Rasul sweating himself out on that cradle instead of her body.
 
Days went by. Purva was thirsting for Rasul. When finally, one morning, she got a call from Rasul.
 
Rasul: tujhe thodi bhi fursat nahi? ( don’t you have any patience )
 
Rasul starts telling her from moment she picked up the call.
 
Purva: nahi. Ab mujhe bilkul bhi fursat nahi. Kab ana hai bolo.  ( no, I have become impatient, tell me when to come)
 
Rasul: lekin tu wo 4 wheeler le ke ane ka nahi waha. Bohot log shaq karenge ( but you can’t come here in that car, a lot of people are going to suspect you)
 
Purva: to tum mujhe pick karlo, pichle time kiya tha waise.( so, you pick me up like always)
 
Rasul:  tu sirf burkhe me aja aur mil mujhe paan shop ke paas , thik ek baje, tu mujhe phone kar. ( you will come dressed only in burkha, at he paanshop. at 1’o clock , I will call you)
 
Purva: thik hai. ( ok)
 
Rasul ends the call. Purva gets excited and gets ready. She has at least one and a half hour to get to the paanshop.  Purva gets ready, this time she wore leggings and a kurti. She did not wear anything underneath as instructed by Rasul. she gets into her car and leaves.
 
At 1.15 pm she reaches the paanshop. she changes into her burkha. She decided to wait in the car for Rasul. Rasul does not come yet. He calls her instead.
 
Rasul: tu pohoch gayi ( you reached?)
 
Purva: ha, tum kidhar ho?( yes, where are you?)
 
Rasul: idhar hi pass me. Wo paanshop ke paas ajao. (nearby, come to that paanshop)
 
Purva: ha. ( ok)
 
She loved being commanded by low class men. This was like a field day for her, she was enjoying every bit.
 
She got out of the vehicle, locked the car and started walking towards the paanshop with her purse. She stood just where she had stood days before. It was a hot summer day today too. after 15minutes, Rasul arrived there on the same bike. Purva sat on it, and both rode off.
 
Rasul takes her to a 2-wheeler garage shop. He honks as he waits outside and kills the engine.
 
A young man, about the same age as Rasul walks out. his name is Kareem.
 
Rasul and Purva get off the vehicle.
 
Kareem: oh to yahi hai wo .( so this is the one)
 
Rasul: ha. Chal ab kounsi to gadi dikha. ( yes, now show me some vehicles)
 
Kareem looks at Purva from head to toe.
 
Kareem : idhar ajao. ( come here)
 
He goes on to show some scooter.
 
Kareem: yeh 4 scooter hai. Kounsi chahiye wo bol, test drive bhi kar le. fir Baat karenge. ( these 4 scooters are there, pick one form these. Test drive them. Then we will have a talk)
 
Rasul looks at a scooter and asks for its key. Kareem gets the key and gives it to Rasul. Rasul holds it in front of Purva
 
Rasul: tu chala ke dekh. ( you ride it)
 
Purva had driven 2-wheeler eons ago. And she did not have a good experience with 2 wheelers before. She took the keys reluctantly and went to the scooter. Both the men see the ripples and jiggles that were visible on her tight burkha.
 
Purva somehow manages to pull the vehicle out and sit on it. The men smiles at each other as Purva attempts to sit on the scooter. As she sits on the seat, her pussy lips touch the cushion of the seat.  She feels the texture of the cushion on her lips. She was already wet and this was going to make her wet even more. She is unable to start the vehicle. Kareem come to help her , he places his hands over her hands and starts the vehicle.
 
Kareem: yeh brake daba ke fir starter ka button dabao. Kidhar bhi jak e aao. Petrol full kiya hu.
 
Purva nods her head. Kareem lets go of the hands. Purva throttles the scooter and she starts riding it.
 
Kareem and Rasul look at Purva as she rides off.
 
Purva rides through the narrow lanes and and hits a few bumps. A few teen boys and men look on at her and gaze at her ass and tits. Some even joke about it but get instantly scolded from the adults nearby. She rides on through and makes a U-turn at a clearing and comes back to the same street. She was clearly in for the slum life now and now there were not going to be any detours or U-turns. 
 
Kareem looking at Purva coming towards them
 
Kareem: mast maal dhund laya hai tu. ( you found yourself a hottie)
 
Rasul: aisa maal bohot mehnat aur sabra ke baad milta hai.( for a hottie like this , you got to work hard and have patience)
 
kareem: sahi kaha bhai sabra ka fal mitha hota hai. (yea, patience bears the sweetest fruits)
 
Rasul: mujhe to bohot mithas mili hai isme. ( I have got sweetened in her a lot)
 
Kareem: running bhi bohot hui hai iski, lekin fir bhi ride ka mazaa milta hoga tujhe. ( she has some years to her, but you must be having fun handling the goodies)
 
Rasul: single hand use nahi hai who bhai. Bohot ride karnewale bhi the. ab sirf mai hi hu. ( she is not a single hand use , a lot have gotten to ride her. now only I have that privilege)
 
Kareem looks on as Purva’s boobs bounce inside the burkha. He is awestruck.
 
Rasul: kya dekh raha be, muh me makkhi girengi. ( what are you looking at, close your mouth)
 
Kareem snaps out of it and looks at Rasul.
 
Kareem: kaha se laya hai be tu isko. Hayabusa hai Sali. ( from where have you brought her , she like the Hayabusa of bikes)
 
Rasul: aam dekh, ped mat pooch. (look at the mangoes, do not go to find the trees)
 
Kareem: itne bade aam dekhne ke baad aam khane ka mann to hoga hi. ( after seeing such big mangoes, i feel like tasting them)
 
Purva stops the vehicle in from of them.
 
Rasul: kaisi lagi ? ( how was it)
 
Purva: thik hai.( it’s ok)
 
Kareem : mohtarma dusri gadi bhi chala ke dekho. ( madam, try riding the second scooter too)
 
Kareem gives her the keys of the next scooter parked. Purva gives the previous vehicles keys back and takes the next vehicle’s keys.
 
Purva does a J turn and starts the vehicle and rides off. She takes the same route she had taken few minutes ago only to find more such some teens gaze at her. the teens watch her as she rides past them. They enjoy the view as she passes over a small speed breaker. She does the U-turn at same location and rides back.
 
She comes back to the garage. Now she had a patch of wetness on her burkha at her crotch when seen from behind.
 
Rasul asks her about how the ride quality was.
 
Purva: tum bhi chala ke dekh lo na. ( you too, take a ride and see )
 
Rasul : chal utar ja. ( yes, get off it)
 
Rasul takes the vehicle and goes for a test ride.
 
Purva stands besides Kareem.
 
Kareem: to gadi kounsi achi lagi. Pehli wali ya dusri wali ( so, which scooter you liked, the first one or the second one)
 
Purva: Lekin rasul ko bhi to pasand ani chahiye. ( the second one, but rasul also has to like it)
 
Kareem: ha sahi hai. Bhaijaan hee to payment karenge. Lekin chalaogi to app hee na. ( yes, true. Bhaijaan is the one going to pay for it. but it will be you who rides it)
 
Purva: dusriwali. ( second one)
 
Kareem: bohot logo ko dusriwali hi pasand ati hai.( a lot of people like the second one)
 
Purva looks at Kareem, guessing if Rasul has told him about her. she stays silent and looks in a different direction trying not to engage the conversation.
 
Kareem gets called by some other customer who eyes Purva as she waiting besides Kareem.
 
Kareem walks with the other customer to the bike.
Rasul arrives on the scooter. And stops beside her.
 
Rasul: mujhe yeh scooter achi lagi, yeh kharid lenge. ( I liked this scooter, I will buy this)
 
Purva nods her head, looks at the scooter once and walks with Rasul to the small table where Kareem and the other customer is conversating.
 
The other customer waves at Rasul and looks at Purva as he is still talking with Kareem over some bike problems.
 
Kareem: chalo Usman bhai ,mai yeh kal sham tak fix kar ke deta hu. ( ok, usman bhai, I will get this fixed by tomorrow evening)
 
Usman : thik hai. Aur kya bolte Rasul bhai. Sab thik thak ( and how are you Rasul bhai, everything fine?)
 
Rasul: ha ,sab thika thak. Aur aap ( yes, everything fine)
 
Usman: ha , mast. Aur yeh koun mohatarma. ( yes, great. And who is this woman)
 
Rasul: mere ek dost ki biwi. Halala kar raha hu iska. ( a friend’s wife. I am doing her halala)
 
Usman looks at Purva’s tits and leans back to see her ass. He checks her figure out.
 
Usman: figure se to achi hai. Aisi begum ko koun talak deta. ( looking at her figure, who could divorce a wife like you)
 
Purva: Isme shohar ki galti ho to begum bhi kya kare. ( if the husband is at fault then what can the wife do)
 
Usman: (snickers) pagal hai tera shohar. Tere jaisi begum ko talak de diya. ( your husband is crazy to give divorce to a woman like you.)
 
Purva: kya karu, jab maike chali ayi to wapis bulane laga. Fir maine unk bola, 2 bete diye hai. Fir bhi gussa karte ji. chuppi ka mujhe wapis na bulana. Mera halala karva do fir mai aungi. To 3 din baad janab bole ki Rasul miyan hai unke paas tu rahegi. to mai yaha a gayi. ( what can I say, when I went to my parents home, he called me back. So I told him, I have given you two sons and you still talk angrily to me. Don’t call me back unnecessarily. Do my halala and then I will come back. So 3 days later, he tells me to go to Rasul here. so I came)
 
Usman: tere bolne se to lagta nahi ki tu wapis jayegi uske paas. ( by the looks of it, I don’t think you want to return)
 
Rasul: mai jane dunga tab na.( if I let her go back)
 
Purva looks at rasul.
 
Usman: chalo, mai chalta hu. Kabhi bulana hame bhi chai ke liye. ( ok, I have to make  a move now. call me for teat sometime )
 
Usman walks from there.
 
Kareem: ab aapko Bhabhi to keh nahi sakte. To kya bulaye. ( so , we can’t call you Bhabhi, so what do I call you)
 
Purva is dumbfound to answer that. Rasul look at her.
 
Rasul: naam se hi bulao. Parveena. ( call her by her name, Parveena)
 
Kareem: Subha n,.'. kya naam hai. Jachta hai aapko Parveena khatun. ( subha n,.'. Nice name. it suits you Parveena)
 
Rasul: chal ab hoshiyari band kar aur bol kitne me deta wo gadi. ( now don’t act over smart and tell me how much for the scooter)
 
Kareem: hoshiyari kaha bhai, sirf begum ki tareef kar raha hu.( what over smart, just complimenting the begum)
 
Rasul: Bol kitne me dega.( tell me how much for it)
 
Kareem : 30 hazar.( 30 thousand)
 
Rasul looks here and there .
 
Rasul: bargaining ka natak mat karva mujhse. Chupchap bol kitne dene hai.( stop doing the bargaining drama. Straightaway tell me how much .
 
Kareem: thik hai bhai. 24 hazar de. ( ok ,I’ll make it 24 thousand)
 
Rasul: 22 kar de bhosdike. ( make it 22, asshole)
 
Kareem looks at purva and then at rasul. with a dismal look.
 
Kareem: thik hai bhai. De 22 hazar. ( ok, now give my 22k)
 
Rasul takes out a bundle of 500s and starts counting and gives him the cash.
 
Kareem gives the keys to rasul.
Rasul: chal. Nikalte hum.( ok , we will leave now)
 
Rasul and Purva walk towards the scooter.
 
Rasul: chal tu chalayegi. ( you ride it)
 
Purva: thik hai.( ok)
 
He gives the keys to Purva .
 
Purva sits on the scooter. The polymerous fabric brushing against her ass and stretching over the seat cover. she scoots a little behind. She wants him feeling her body. And the burkha just made it easier for her to let him feel her naked ass over the fabric.
 
Rasul sits behind her and holds her hips, in a light grip.
 
 She starts the vehicle and Rasul starts instructing her on directions.
 
After a few hundred meters. They arrive at the “new” home.
 
Purva feeling excited to get the attention from Rasul after more than a week.
 
The both walk up the stairway to find their neighbour standing. he looks at them but does not interact or say word.  Rasul opens the door. And both enter the home.
 
Purva steps in to find a bed and two chairs. A small coffee table and a cheap Chinese TV on the wall in the hall. There is also a small mirror on the wall only about 1 ft x 2 ft in dimensions. She takes off her veil. But keeps the headscarf on.
 
The bed was not like what she had in her semi-luxurious apartment. But was “do-able” she thought, just enough to accommodate two people.
 
Purva walks to the “kitchen” to find a single burner gas stove.
 
She walks back into the “hall”. Rasul grabs her by the waist and hugs her tightly.
 
Rasul: kuch khane ka mann kare to pass me sabzi mandi hai. Aur kuch dukaan bhi hai. Ye ab tera ghar hai. Ghar ki aurat ki tarah tujhe yaha pe sab kuch karna hoga.
 
While both of them are conversating, Rasul was busy lifting her burkha and had lifted up to her waist. Exposing her ass. the obscured privacy glass windows shed a slightly pinkish light on her ass (light being pink, is reflected of the neighbouring building).
 
Purva: khana vana kuch hogan nahi mujhe se. ( I am not going to cook you anything here)
 
Rasul: uski fikar mat kar. Bas chai aur coffee ka intezam kar. ( don’t worry about it, just make coffee and tee
 
 
Rasul looks at her and starts to engage in a kiss. Their lips lock, his embrace gets tighter with with each plunge of his tongue into her mouth. He starts kneading her ass like dough.
 
Purva’s hands reach Rasul’s crotch and she fiddles with the button and zipper. But manages to unbutton the jeans. she pulls out his erect cock and starts giving him a hand job.
 
Rasul breaks from the kiss, he rotates her around, now she faces the window. He pulls up the burkha over her head and hurls it on the plastic chair. Revealing her luscious curvy back to himself. His erect cock brushing against her ass. He bends her over the bed and searches to penetrate her pussy. he gently rubs his cock over her lips, they were wet form the action of the fabric rubbing on them when she rode the scooter. Purva turning her head behind in ecstasy. Her eyes closed, as though her body had surrendered to him. Rasul’s cock finds its mark and with not time to waste, Rasul enters her. Rasul picks up his pace and starts ramming vigorously, the creaking sound from the bed fills up the room. Purva looks at the small TV. Trying to find the view of him ramming her. She does, she sees him look at her ass admiring it with his coarse skinned hands and how his pelvic thrusts were entering in and coming out of her. a sight she had missed. She then could see her pendulous breasts swinging back and forth. How her curvy voluptuous body was jiggling with everyone of his strokes. But she noticed one thing about Rasul. He never took off his clothes while he was fucking her.
 
The long wait was over. Her pussy was getting sated by his rock-hard cock. both reciprocating with each other’s movements. Rasul held onto her shoulders now and started giving deeper thrusts. Purva trying to accommodate his deeper thrust lifts her right leg and rests it on the bed. She bends a little to relieve her back from bearing all the force of his thrusts. But this doesn’t help her at all. His thrusts quicken, she gets the idea that he is about to empty his cum into her. his cock hardens and with wild grunts Rasul burst his cock into her pussy. Rasul pulls Purva into him, like any man would. And both slowly collapse on the bed. Their feet still not on the bed. As they both try to regain from the act. Rasul and Purva both panting and sweating as there was no air condition in this small room. They had forgotten to turn on the ceiling fan.
 
Purva pulls away her head scarf and hurls it over the chair. Her body sweat formed droplets on her skin like pearls.
 
Rasul pulled out of her pussy and laid on his back. He saw the motionless ceiling fan. And got up and turned it on.
 
He had a clear view of her pussy form behind, he saw how his love juice was oozing out of her pussy. he smiled.
 
Purva: agar he har rozz itni garmi hogi to cold coffee hi karni hogi mujhe. ( snickers) ( if the heat is this much everyday, then I have to make only cold coffee)
 
Rasul had zipped up his pants and was standing there besides the bed ,as Purva changed her posture and got into a missionary position, just to entice him into fucking her again.
He leaned over to kiss Purva on her lips and give her tits a good squeeze.
 
Purva was trying discreetly hard to get more sex out of him. but Rasul would always keep her thirsty, he knew if he satisfied her lust, there would ne no need for her to come to him. her insatiable lust was the only thing keeping her on his fingertips.
 
Purva relaxed and laid on her back. As Rasul took out a key and threw on her belly.
 
Rasul: yeh chavi tumhare liye hai. Tu jab yaha ayegi to mujhe message karna. Ab mujhe der ho rahi hai mai chalta hu. ( this key is for you, when you get here , message me. Now I am getting late, I need to be going)
 
Rasul walked to the door and opened it, Purva, caught off-guard got up in an instant and pulled the burkha from the chair and covered her body.
 
She walked briskly to the door and bolted it after Rasul left. She threw the burkha on the chair and walked to the window and opened it to see Rasul ride off. A wide smile lit on her face.
 
Purva: I am going to love this!!!!!!!!!
 
Contd…..

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