[Rahulf2p]

Chapter 1

The Gupta Mansion

Golu pov:

The Guptas were like family to me.

Mr. Gupta was an honourable man, who serviced the Indian Railways, steadily ascending in his career and finally retiring as a Principal Chief Engineer. His wife, Mrs. Roshni Gupta was a traditional homemaker who took care of the home and family, and made sure everyone was happy.

Hello everyone, I'm Golu, a 22 year old boy hailing from one of the innumerable villages in India. I've been associated with the Guptas for a fairly long time now. I grew up with the family, and they treated me like their own, never actually considering me as a mere servant.The Guptas were parents to two well-raised boys - Raman and Rohan,  Raman is 5 years older than me while Rohan is 3 years older. One could safely say I was a privileged servant, thanks to the benevolent nature of the Guptas. They weren't luxurious by any means, but they lived their lives happily, with a sense of moral responsibility to the society, always willing to lend a helping hand to others and otherwise just minding themselves. They treated me like their own child and I knew I was lucky in that regard.

My job was simple; to do whatever chores were assigned to me. The work ranged from cooking meals to cleaning the house, doing laundry, gardening, and other miscellaneous tasks.

I shared a special bond with the entire family, but my relationship with Rohan was something extraordinary. We had our share of fights and disagreements growing up, but we also shared countless moments of laughter and joy. We played pranks on each other and we both knew exactly how to push each other's buttons. Rohan was always more outgoing and adventurous compared to me and I found myself constantly trying to keep up with him.

Rohan got married to a lovely girl named Tara who came from a family of Gupta Ji's professional colleague one month ago. Of course, arranged marriages are pretty common in India even today.



Tara bhabhi (Indian slang for 'sister-in-law') is easily, without exaggeration, the hottest woman I'd ever seen in my life. Milky white complexioned and standing about 5.6 feet in height, Tara bhabhi had the most attractive eyes I've ever seen on a woman. With sharp facial features and a physique that made men drool all over themselves, Tara bhabhi is an absolute sexpot in my eyes.Of course, this is an observation that came naturally to me and not one bit of it was out of dedicated perusal. This only probably goes to highlight how sexy a woman Tara bhabhi really is. Of course, Rohan is himself a handsome man in his own right and given how amazing a person he is, there's no doubt he totally deserved such a hottie as his wife.

But then again, I can't deny that seeing Tara bhabhi dressed in those skimpy salwar kameez (traditional Indian attire) she adorns at home, the lustful thoughts would often take control of my brain. Her luscious lips and the way they curled into a smile whenever she saw me working around the mansion; it was too much for me to absorb.

"Golu.. Golu.. kaha mar gya" suddenly Mrs. Gupta called my name due to I came out of my thoughts and goes to her.

"Haan..haanji memsaab" golu said then Mrs. Gupta said " kaha itni der se Mai kabse aawaz lga rhi hu"

Golu- "yahi tha memsaab..bas Ghar ka kaam kr rha tha" thoda darte hue bola

Mrs. Gupta - "acha thik hai suno tumhe ek baat batani thi"

Golu- "Ji memsaab boliye"

Mrs. Gupta- "Rohan ki ek reputed MNC me higher post par job lagi hai Mumbai me.. So Tara and Rohan are going to start their new married life there after their honeymoon and I want ki tum bhi unke sath jao as their servant"

After hearing this I wasn't particularly happy because I'd grown up in the town and been a resident of this place for years now. Moreover, moving to the city was never desirable, based on the stories I'd heard from other servants. None of them really liked staying in the city, and I didn't believe I was any different from them.

Obviously, I could never say no to Mrs. Gupta, so I said yes, quite reluctantly. Little did I know at the time I was being offered a gift that I would cherish for a lifetime.

[Rahulf2p]

This is my first story kindly support me and give me suggestions to make it better

[Rahulf2p]

Wonderful start. Use english translation next to hindi words for non hindi readers. Rohan and Golu characters haunt for Tara is going to be interesting.

Ok I'll do that

[Rahulf2p]

Chapter 2

New place new home

Soon after Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi returned from their honeymoon trip to Seychelles, I accompanied them to Mumbai. Rohan bhaiya had already purchased a posh 3 BHK apartment in uptown South Mumbai, one of the most costliest places not just in the country, but in the world. Well, if I got a girl half as sexy as Tara bhabhi and half the cash, I would've done the same thing. Of course, taking nothing away from Rohan bhaiya, he really loved Tara bhabhi. But again, who wouldn't. She's out of this world.

Let me give you a brief description of our house. First of all, it was a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in the swankiest area of South Mumbai. The living room was spacious and comfortable, with plush couches and a large television mounted on the wall. There was a dining table adjacent to the kitchen, where Tara bhabhi would usually sit and watch TV while I cook delicious meals. The master bedroom was luxurious, with a king-size bed and a walk-in closet.

The second bedroom served as Tara's study and personal space, while the third bedroom was reserved for guests. The living room was tastefully decorated with art pieces and plush furnishings, providing a cozy atmosphere. Large windows overlooked the bustling cityscape, offering stunning views of the skyline. The apartment block also featured a rooftop terrace with a swimming pool, perfect for relaxation and entertainment.

Settling down in the city in a new home took a while, but I made sure Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi didn't have to worry about anything. I cleaned the house, arranged the furniture based on Rohan bhaiya's orders and visited the local market to procure everyday essentials. After all, Mrs. Gupta wanted me here for a reason and I was a loyal servant.

That night, after completing all the daily chores, I went to bed, contemplating my fate and hoping things would be better soon. I woke up early the next morning with renewed vigor and started preparing breakfast for Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi. I quickly sliced some bread and placed it on the table alongside scrambled eggs.

While waiting for Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi to come downstairs, I decided to look outside the window and admire the beautiful view of the city.

It was truly breathtaking, with skyscbangrs reaching for the sky and lights twinkling everywhere. Suddenly Tara bhabhi and Rohan bhaiya come downstairs and sit on dinning table started eating hurriedly then Tara bhabhi said " relax Rohan eat slowly you still have plenty of time to reach office" then Rohan bhaiya said " I know that Tara but I don't want to be late on first day of job due to some unforeseen circumstance"

Well today is day when Rohan bhaiya starts his new job, as Managing Director of 'Eco Footwear', a major footwear company that specialised in manufacturing low-cost economical unisex footwear. According to our tradition, the first day of a job is especially auspicious, so Tara bhabhi and I made sure we got up on time to prepare a mithai (Indian sweet) that Rohan bhaiya would taste before stepping out. Well, call us old-fashioned, but that's who we are.

From my limited knowledge, I knew that Tara bhabhi didn't want to be a stay-at-home wife. Of course, being a gentleman, Rohan bhaiya offered her the liberty to do what she wanted. But again, finding a job in the city was a challenge in itself and neither of them wanted Tara bhabhi to pressurize herself to get a job. After all, she just got married.

Of course, there was one job Tara bhabhi had and I say this with a tongue in cheek disposition. That of satisfying Rohan bhaiya in bed.

I don't really know if Rohan bhaiya had fucked Tara bhabhi before marriage, but all I knew for sure was that he fucked Tara bhabhi every evening and then later in the night. Safe to say they had consummated their marriage.

Every evening, after Rohan bhaiya would return from work, he would have a cup of tea in the living room. Once that was done, he would take Tara bhabhi to their bedroom and close the door, where he would fuck her good. Well, I'm not making any assumptions here. In fact, Tara bhabhi would make it especially clear she was being fucked.

You see, a boy of my age could never mishear a sexual moan, especially when they're so loud, so enticing and so frequent and originating from the woman of your dreams. I won't expand a lot on it, but safe to say that Tara bhabhi enjoyed sex and she was given lots of it.

Once they were done, Tara bhabhi would come out of the bedroom glowing like a string of Christmas lights. She would avoid eye contact with me, probably keenly aware that I was a beneficiary of her sweet feminine moans while her husband fucked her lovely pussy. Fooh, I'm really sorry guys, I just can't help getting carried away. Well, if not for her moans, the love bites on her neck would've given it away anyway.

Tara bhabhi's shy demeanour would continue until they finished dinner, watched TV for a while and went to bed again to continue their love-making. I had a room to myself that was located at the farthest corner from their bedroom, but Tara bhabhi's moans and screams wouldn't escape me. As pleasurable as it was to observe an immensely sexy woman being enjoyed to the fullest by her man, my heart pained to know I wasn't the one making love to Tara bhabhi. That was not to say I had dirty fantasies about her. Of course, I was attracted to her and found her to be an absolute sexpot, but after all, she was my bhabhi and I wouldn't do anything, even subconsciously to destroy Rohan bhaiya's trust. However, I must say, it's a really thin line between love and infatuation. I never considered myself to be a pervert, yet I couldn't help feeling aroused whenever I saw Tara bhabhi, whether deliberately or not. I felt guilty for having these thoughts, but somehow, I couldn't stop them. It was almost as if my brain and body had developed a split personality disorder. I'd think of Tara bhabhi's beauty and feel ashamed about my reactions. Then, the cycle would repeat.

Tara bhabhi was a smart woman. She had the ability to multitask, which is essential for any modern woman.

I would painfully put myself to sleep every night amidst the moans only to be woken up in the middle of the night to hear more of them from Tara bhabhi. Well, I couldn't empathise with Rohan bhaiya. A true man could never satiate himself by fucking Tara bhabhi just once.

[Rahulf2p]

Excellent start....
Amazing narration....
Write it in dialogue format.....
Take it slow and seductive....
Introduce emotional introspection of female at the later part....
Eagerly waiting for next.....

Ok buddy

Next update will be on Thursday

[Rahulf2p]

Chapter 3

The Ethical Crossroads

Golu's pov:

As I lay awake in my room, listening to the passionate lovemaking of Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I was struggling with my desires for Tara bhabhi and questioning my loyalty to the Gupta family. My heart raced and my palms sweated as I tried to quell the intense longing I felt for her.

My voyeuristic inspection remained that way until I was offered an opportunity to take it to the next level one fine morning.

Tara bhabhi would usually wake up and prepare coffee and breakfast for Rohan bhaiya before he left for work, but that morning was different. I presumed Tara bhabhi was unwell after Rohan bhaiya asked me to get things ready for him.

I was to serve breakfast to him in the living room while he ate hurriedly. When I brought the tray filled with freshly prepared scrambled eggs and toast to him, he seemed unusually worried.

"Tara isn't feeling well, is she?" I asked, trying to understand the situation. It was strange to see Rohan bhaiya act concerned about something.

He looked up at me, slightly surprised. "No it's not like that..Listen Golu, bhabhi didn't sleep much last night. So, I think she'll get up late. Please don't disturb her until then," he said, before proceeding to leave for work. But just as he stepped out, he turned towards me again.
"Umm, Golu, your bhabhi is, umm, not wearing proper clothes, so don't open the door until she's out, okay?" he said to me, with a concerned look.

It took me a couple of seconds to process Rohan bhaiya's words, but once I realised what they meant, I tried my best to maintain a deadpan appearance even though crackers went off in my head. Did he just say Tara bhabhi, my voluptuous Tara bhabhi was asleep without wearing adequate clothes on her body? "Sure bhaiyya, I won't go inside the bedroom while Tara bhabhi is asleep," I said, filling Tara bhabhi's place. "That's good. Again, I'm reminding you, don't go into the bedroom," Rohan bhaiya said, before he finally left. "Sure bhaiya. Bye, drive safely," I said, before closing the door.

I stood there motionless and dumbfounded, replaying Rohan bhaiya's words. Obviously, he was desperate to make sure I didn't enter the bedroom to see his wife in a state of inadequacy. But, his deterrence only instigated my mind to do exactly that. His words "your bhabhi is not wearing proper clothes" reverberated in my mind continuously as I tried to fight the demons in my head impelling me to open the door, to go against Rohan bhaiya's pleadings, to discover how improperly my Tara bhabhi was dressed. As I tiptoed towards the bedroom, numerous thoughts passed through my head. What did Rohan bhaiya exactly mean by "not wearing proper clothes"? Well, obviously, Tara bhabhi must've been sleeping without much clothes on, right? Why else would Rohan bhaiya be worried about me peeping in? But then, is it because she was fucked more than usual last night? I wasn't sure if I'd heard more moans from Tara bhabhi than usual, but then again, I was probably becoming immune to them. My heart started beating louder than ever as I neared the bedroom. The door was closed but it wasn't locked as I tried to evaluate the weight of that realisation. Tara bhabhi was, in all probability, still asleep, and all that stood between her and me was a door that I could open right now if I so wished.

My mind was a complex mix of emotions as I grieved with guilt at what my inner self was forcing me to do, but all the same, hardly able to control my manly instincts. She was my bhabhi, wife of Rohan bhaiya and daughter-in-law of Roshni memsaab, a woman who treated me like her own son and here I was moments away from breaking their trust.

Fortunately or unfortunately, just then, I heard a familiar sound. Agitated with the sudden intervention, I involuntarily took a step back before I realised the source of the noise. It was my phone ringing in the kitchen. I ran to pick up the call, lest Tara bhabhi wake up. My heart fell to see who it was.

"Hello, hi Roshni memsaab," I said.

"Hello Golu, how are you doing?" Roshni memsaab said.

"I'm doing fine, memsaab. How are you, how is saab?" I asked, with a pang of guilt even though I'd done nothing.

"We're good, Golu. We miss all of you, so much," she said, in an endearing tone that totally melted my heart.

I was genuinely fond of Roshni memsaab and held great respect for her for all of what she did for me. All of a sudden, my desire to open the door and catch the sight of Tara bhabhi's inadequate attire brought immense shame in me. How could I even wonder doing such an immoral thing to the daughter-in-law of Roshni memsaab, a woman that looked after me just like her own kids.

I was overcome with guilt and regret.

"I miss you too Roshni memsaab. I feel like coming back, but I want to be of help to Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi here, just like you wished," I said, with a heavy heart. "I know, Golu. I wish you were here with me. But, you should be there with your bhaiya and bhabhi. They need your help," she said. Roshni memsaab and I conversed for some more time. It had been a while since I last spoke to her and I certainly missed the old lady. Like I said, I was immensely fond of her and never was I away from her for so long. My inner demons were still at it, but after speaking to Roshni memsaab, there was no way I was going to betray her. 

Just then, I noticed that Tara bhabhi's bedroom door had creaked open slightly. Anxiety swept over me, fearing that she might have awakened and walked out onto the balcony to answer her phone. If she did, I would be caught red-handed, spying on her without clothing. I quickly rushed to the door and pushed it shut firmly, only to find out that it was unlocked. Panic-stricken, I scanned the room frantically, searching for signs of Tara bhabhi's presence.

To my relief, she was nowhere to be seen. Gathering my composure, I thanked the heavens for their timely intervention. I hadn't realized the gravity of my actions until this moment. The thought of intruding upon Tara bhabhi's privacy sent shivers down my spine.

After that I closed the door of room and said goodbye to roshni memsaab on phone 

Suddenly, I noticed a soft creaking sound coming from within the bedroom. Then Tara bhabhi finally walked out of it, dressed in a conservative pair of casuals, just like every other day.

Still My heart pounded heavily like a hammer striking an anvil. Was Tara bhabhi awake? Had she heard me speaking to Roshni memsaab? Were my attempts to conceal my sinister intentions futile? Were my fears baseless? Or worse, had Tara bhabhi witnessed my censure? 

My mind was constantly agitated for the rest of the day. While I was glad I'd managed to refrain myself from committing what I considered a mini-crime, the sick part of my brain fuelled with adrenaline taunted me that I'd missed what was an incredible opportunity at getting to witness the dream woman of my life in an attire that necessitated a word of warning from her husband.

The rest of the day went about like usual. Tara bhabhi would stick to the couch watching TV or talking to her friends on her phone in between her chores while I prepared lunch and did other household work. We spoke sometimes, usually when she wanted me to get her a juice or a cup of coffee. But that was pretty much it. Of course, she wasn't arrogant by any means, but I figured we didn't have much to talk about, so that was that.