Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

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Paromita is a housewife who stays in Kolkata while her husband works in middle east. She offers a helping hand to her only brother in law Rahul as she does not want him towards bad influence.  Read the story and pour your sentiments if Paromita does the right thing.

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Paromita Chatterjee, a vibrant 32-year-old, was the eldest daughter-in-law of the distinguished Chatterjee family. Four years had already passed since her wedding day. Their ancestral home was nestled in a village in Burdwan, a place of deep family roots. Yet, for the past two years, fate had brought her to Kolkata with her husband due to his work transfer, a temporary displacement from the familiar. Her own parents resided far away in Cooch Behar, adding to her sense of detachment. The Chatterjee family boasted two scions: Sahil and Rahul. It was no secret that Paromita was the wife of Sahil Chatterjee, the elder son, a position of responsibility she carried with quiet grace. Rahul, the younger brother, had just completed his secondary education. His parents, with hopeful eyes, now wished to send him to Kolkata for higher studies, to live under the protective wing of his elder brother. But then, life took an unexpected turn; Sahil received a posting abroad, to Dubai, for a whole year. This meant a year of separation, a year where Sahil would have to leave his marital bliss behind for the distant Arab lands. There was no possibility of Paromita accompanying him; it was a solitary official visit, and while Sahil's expenses were covered, hers were not. Thus, with a heavy heart, Paromita was destined to stay back in India.


Meanwhile, Rahul, having passed his secondary exams, was indeed arriving in Kolkata, ready to enroll in a prestigious college. Paromita and Rahul shared a remarkably close bond. In the first two years of her marriage, when Paromita lived in her in-laws' village home, a deep affection had blossomed between them. She genuinely saw Rahul as her own younger brother, a sentiment born from a poignant longing. Paromita was an only child, and a quiet sadness would often envelop her as she lamented not having a brother to tie a Rakhi to on Rakhi Purnima or offer a 'phota' on Bhai Phota. After her marriage, Rahul became the vessel for that unfulfilled wish. It was he to whom she would tie the sacred thread, he whom she would bless with a 'phota'. Rahul, in turn, revered her as his own elder sister. Even after she moved to Kolkata, the bond between sister-in-law and brother-in-law, or rather, sister and brother, continued to thrive through frequent phone calls. So, Rahul's arrival in Kolkata for his higher secondary education was, in a way, a blessing for Paromita. Sahil's departure had left her feeling profoundly alone, and Rahul's presence promised to fill some of that void, offering companionship and distraction. Paromita's in-laws, too, felt a sense of immense relief, entrusting their youngest son's care to her capable hands. Paromita was not only academically gifted but also deeply responsible. She could truly assist Rahul with his studies; even when she lived in Burdwan, she often sat with him, guiding him through his lessons.


Sahil's parents, after successfully admitting Rahul to a renowned college in Kolkata, entrusted their youngest son into Paromita's care and returned to their village, their hearts filled with a quiet certainty. Paromita, in turn, solemnly promised to look after Rahul in every way, a promise she intended to uphold with all her being. Following in his elder brother's footsteps, Rahul had chosen the science stream after his secondary education, a path Paromita knew well, as she herself had been a science student. This made her perfectly equipped to offer career guidance to her cherished brother-in-law, a task she embraced with enthusiasm. Accordingly, she enrolled Rahul in several coaching institutes, where he could receive specialized training for his engineering entrance exams, nurturing his academic aspirations.

For a while, everything proceeded smoothly, a harmonious rhythm of study and life. Rahul was indeed a bright student, excelling in his academics. However, the bustling city of Kolkata demanded a smartphone for communication and navigation, a necessity for modern life. Paromita, with thoughtful consideration, bought Rahul a smartphone herself. He was at a crucial age, and a smartphone seemed indispensable. When all his peers carried smartphones to college and coaching, it would have been deeply embarrassing for him to go empty-handed. It was with these thoughts in mind that Paromita splurged on an expensive phone for her brother-in-law, hoping it would help him keep pace with his times and his peers. This decision, however, went against the strict warnings of her in-laws, who had expressed their reservations. Yet, Paromita, a modern woman, believed she understood the situation better and bought the phone for Rahul. Perhaps, this very gift, meant with such good intentions, would become his (and her) undoing. Within a few months of receiving the phone, Paromita began to notice a peculiar, unsettling transformation in Rahul. Initially, Rahul had performed exceptionally well in college and coaching, earning praise from all his teachers. Paromita had swelled with pride and joy upon hearing their commendations. But then, abruptly, Rahul's performance began to plummet. His results were not just below expectations; they were shockingly bad. The positive feedback from teachers ceased entirely. Instead, complaints started pouring in: Rahul was completely disengaged in class, perpetually distracted, lost in thought. When questioned, he would merely mumble, "Nothing, it was a mistake, it won't happen again". Such damning remarks from his teachers left Paromita utterly bewildered, her heart sinking with each new report. She started observing him more closely and noticed that he rarely sat down with his books anymore. Most of his time was spent engrossed in his phone, a screen-addicted reverie. At first, Paromita dismissed it, thinking it was just a phase for a teenager, a fleeting distraction. But when his unit test results came back disastrous, Paromita was jolted into serious concern.

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Paromita, with her gentle nature, didn't want to reprimand him harshly, fearing it might push him further away at such a delicate age. She worried that a negative reaction might have the opposite, detrimental effect. So, one day, with a heavy heart and a sense of growing dread, she decided to check Rahul's phone. She knew the lock pattern; she herself had set it for him. The moment the phone unlocked, Paromita's eyes widened in horror, her breath caught in her throat! The phone was overflowing with pornographic content. There were countless porn apps, and a quick glance at the browser history revealed an endless stream of porn-related searches, all consuming an exorbitant amount of his precious time. In that moment, a chilling realization washed over Paromita: her in-laws had been right. It had been a terrible mistake to buy Rahul a phone so prematurely.


Paromita then opened Rahul's WhatsApp, and what she discovered made her heart plummet. Rahul had created an adult group with three of his friends, a cesspool filled with links to blue films, naked photos of women, and discussions teeming with sexual jokes. It felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her. She began to weep, tears streaming down her face, witnessing the shocking moral degradation of her innocent, naive brother-in-law. It was as if his mind had become consumed by a singular, obsessive focus: sex, sex, and nothing but sex. Delving deeper into the chat history, Paromita was horrified to realize that the four friends had been planning a visit to a brothel. They had even discussed the prices. However, the plan had fortunately fallen through due to a lack of sufficient funds. "Thank God!" she thought, a fragile wave of relief washing over her amidst her despair.


Yet, the danger, Paromita knew, was far from over. They had concocted another, more affordable plan to seek their cheap thrills: a visit to a massage parlor. The rates there, they believed, were comparatively lower. Their intention was to receive body massages from a 'massage girl,' and coupled with that, they desired a "Happy Ending". Paromita didn't fully grasp what a "Happy Ending" entailed; she had, after all, never stepped foot in a massage parlor herself. But a cold dread snaked through her as she instinctively understood that it undoubtedly signified some form of illicit act.

Reading further into the chats, Paromita learned that it would cost them 5,000 rupees per head, a sum significantly less than the 10,000 rupees (at least) they would have needed for the brothel. Their date and time had already been meticulously fixed: exactly four days from now. A sudden memory surfaced, chilling her to the bone: just a few days prior, Rahul had called his parents, asking for 8,000 rupees for "books". Her innocent in-laws, unsuspecting and trusting, had sent the money order to their son without a second thought. When the money arrived, Paromita had gently scolded her brother-in-law for asking for money from home without informing her. Didn't she, his sister-in-law, have enough money to support his studies?. But Rahul countered, claiming that his parents themselves had told him not to burden his 'boudi' (sister-in-law) for money, especially since his elder brother was abroad.


Now, with a crushing weight of realization, Paromita understood exactly why Rahul had requested money from the village. A deep sadness enveloped her as she despaired: how could such a good boy, coming to the city, have degenerated so quickly? She knew, with fierce determination, that she had to intervene, to stop this descent, or his studies, his character, everything, would be utterly ruined. Just then, Rahul returned from the bathroom and found his sister-in-law sitting on his bed, his phone in her hand. His heart lurched with a sudden fear, seeing the phone unlocked and exposed.

Trembling with apprehension, Rahul stammered, "Boudi, what happened? Why are you sitting with such a downcast expression?".


At that very moment, Paromita saw Rahul and a searing rage ignited within her. "Rahul," she began, her voice trembling with disappointment, "how much I trusted you! I gifted you this phone, believing in you completely. I didn't listen to anyone, not even your elder brother warned me against it. And this is how you honored my trust, Rahul? Shame on you!". She didn't stop there, her words cutting through the tense silence. "You lied to everyone, taking money from home, all to go to a massage parlor??" she demanded, her voice laced with incredulity and betrayal.

Rahul's expression clearly showed his shock and utter bewilderment at being caught. He hung his head low and mumbled, "I am sorry, Boudi, I made a mistake. Please forgive me. Please, don't tell Mom, Dad, or elder brother. Please, I beg you, I fall at your feet".


Paromita, her eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and dismay, retorted, "How could you even imagine that I would tell them all this? And how could I even tell them? Shame! If they heard this, they would condemn me, blaming me for giving you the phone despite their countless warnings".

Paromita's anger showed no signs of abating. She continued to scold her brother-in-law relentlessly, her words a torrent of frustration and disappointment. Rahul, silent and with his head bowed, absorbed every word. Eventually, his composure broke, and he began to cry. Seeing his tears, a flicker of tenderness, a maternal pity, softened Paromita's heart. She thought to herself, "This is just how this age is. Mistakes are bound to happen". The real mistake, she reasoned, was her own, for giving Rahul a phone so soon. Since she had made the mistake, it was she who had to rectify it. It was her responsibility to guide Rahul back to the right path. As a friend, she had to offer him sound advice.


So, Paromita, taking a deep breath and calming her swirling emotions, spoke softly, "Rahul, stop crying. This is not right for you. This age is for studying. If you don't focus on your studies now, you'll never be able to stand on your own feet in life. If you succeed in life, a good girl will naturally come into your life. So, don't be distracted".

Paromita earnestly tried to reason with her brother-in-law, explaining the gravity of the situation. Rahul listened to everything, but offered no positive response, no sign of agreement. It seemed as though his sister-in-law's wise words held no appeal for him. Despite his apathy, Paromita made it explicitly clear to Rahul: he was not to go to any massage parlor. She instructed him to message his friends, informing them that he would not be able to join them that day, citing her own ill health as an excuse.


With a heavy heart and visible disappointment, Rahul took his phone from Paromita and, as she had instructed, messaged his friends, relaying his inability to join them. Paromita observed his profound dejection at the cancellation of the massage parlor plan, a clear sign of how much he had anticipated it. To be absolutely sure, Paromita took all his money, keeping it with her, ensuring he couldn't sneak off to the massage parlor under any pretext. Her only solace was that her brother-in-law hadn't offered any resistance; he had quietly accepted everything.

But Paromita knew her task was far from over. She now had to bring her brother-in-law back to the right path, to help him improve his academic results. To do this, she realized, she needed to adopt an even more friendly approach with him. Therefore, to compensate for the canceled massage parlor plan, Paromita decided to cook Rahul's favorite dishes. By any means necessary, she had to make her brother-in-law happy, to divert his mind from his troubling thoughts. That afternoon, she took Rahul to a nice restaurant. The next day, she took him to visit the Victoria Memorial, hoping the change of scenery would lift his spirits. The day after, she took him to watch a movie, striving to create joyous memories. At home, too, she continued to cook delicious meals for him, pouring her affection into every dish.


Paromita desperately wanted to avoid any impression that she was creating distance with Rahul due to his budding, lustful mindset. So, she interacted with him as normally as possible, striving for an unaffected ease. Sometimes, she would playfully put her arm around his shoulder for a selfie, or even playfully pat his thigh, just as she had always done with him, trying to maintain their familiar bond.

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Despite her efforts, she couldn't coax a genuine smile from his face. Rahul remained withdrawn, his expression perpetually distant and melancholic. He had almost completely stopped talking to her, answering her questions with only one or two monosyllabic words. Paromita grew increasingly worried by his state, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She feared he might do something impulsive, something drastic. If this continued, she worried, he would surely fall into depression, his health deteriorating. Paromita felt a profound helplessness, for this was a matter she couldn't confide in her husband or her in-laws. Moreover, shaming Rahul to her in-laws would not solve the problem; it would only invite more accusations and harsh words directed at him.


As days blurred into one, that fateful morning arrived—the day Rahul had planned to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Their rendezvous was set for around 11 AM. But at half past ten, Rahul was sitting quietly in front of his sister-in-law, his eyes, filled with a desperate thirst, repeatedly darting towards the clock. Time was slipping away, yet there was no escape. His 'boudi' had meticulously blocked every avenue. All his pocket money was safely tucked away with her. Paromita, with a pang of understanding, knew precisely what was tormenting Rahul's mind. He desperately wanted to go. Seeing his unyielding obstinacy, Paromita finally walked over and sat beside him. In a gentle, almost tender voice, she asked, "Rahul, are you angry with me?".


Rahul offered no reply, his silence a clear affirmation of his anger. Yet Paromita persisted, her voice laced with concern, "Rahul, please, don't stay upset like this. It deeply pains me to see you this way. You're not yourself at all. I've tried so hard to make you happy – I took you to Victoria Memorial, treated you to a restaurant, took you to the cinema, and even cooked your favorite dishes at home. But still, you won't utter a single word. You've completely stopped talking to me. Why, dear?".


With a touch imbued with maternal affection, Paromita stroked Rahul's head. And at that gentle touch, Rahul finally broke. He began to sob uncontrollably, tears gushing from his eyes. Paromita tried to console him, her heart aching for his distress. But Rahul repeatedly pushed her hand away from his shoulder, rejecting her comfort. "Boudi, please, don't try to console me. Do I not even have the freedom to cry openly in this house? At least crying isn't a bad thing in your eyes, like going to a massage parlor! So please, just let me cry, grant me this much mercy," Rahul choked out, a raw, almost teasing edge to his voice. Paromita sensed the barb, and it pierced her deeply. Never before had Rahul spoken to her with such a sarcastic, teasing tone. It was unequivocally clear that Rahul had not truly accepted the cancellation of the massage parlor plan in his heart. His mind and soul were still consumed by a sordid sexual longing. His childish stubbornness plunged Paromita into deep thought. She found herself at a loss, wondering how she could possibly rescue Rahul from this perilous state. Paromita knew Rahul was stubborn, but his degree of obstinacy was beyond her wildest imagination.


Paromita realized that arguing further with Rahul would be futile. The more she spoke, the harsher his demeanor would become. Thus, she decided it would be far better to focus her mind and energy on finding a solution to this profound problem. Retreating to her room, Paromita pondered deeply, her mind racing through countless possibilities, until she finally arrived at a decision. Since this problem had arisen, albeit unknowingly, under her watch, it was she who had to do something drastic. Paromita felt an immense burden, knowing she had to face this ultimate test, this 'Agni Pariksha,' to save her brother-in-law. She truly had no other option left.

Emerging from her room, Paromita once again stood before Rahul. She addressed him, her voice firm yet gentle, "Rahul, I have something important to say to you; please look at me".


Rahul offered no response, instead turning his face away. Paromita, without waiting for his reply, began to speak, her voice laden with heartfelt emotion, "Rahul, I am not just your sister-in-law; I am like your own elder sister. I have no brothers, so I've accepted you as my own. It is my duty to bring you back to the right path, to the mainstream of life. I've tried every possible way to gently guide you back on track, but you've thwarted all my efforts. You are an incredibly stubborn boy. You haven't been able to shake off this massage plan from your mind. You've become addicted. If this continues, your life will be ruined, brother. If you can't recognize your mistake, if you can't rectify yourself, you will lose all focus on your studies. So please, tell me frankly, what is it that you ultimately want?".


Rahul attempted to compose himself, to regain some normalcy, but still, he uttered no word in response to Paromita. Feeling utterly compelled, Paromita spoke, "Look, Rahul, I have thought long and hard, and I have decided to take a drastic step, one that might actually make you happy. I have no other choice; I have to do this".

Rahul, momentarily taken aback, stammered, "What step?".

Paromita took a long, resolute breath, her heart pounding, and said, "I can no longer bear to see you wasting away like this, stifled by your desires. Therefore, I want you to fulfill your wish, and then, return to your normal life".


At these words, Rahul's face lit up as if he had been handed the moon itself. He could barely believe his 'boudi' had actually given him permission!. Overwhelmed with excitement, he eagerly asked again, "Really, Boudi, do you truly mean this? Or are you saying it out of anger and exasperation?".

"No, Rahul, I am absolutely serious," Paromita affirmed, her voice steady. "I've thought a great deal about this, and I've come to this decision. But I have a few conditions. Or rather, you must make a few promises to me, and only then will I grant you permission; otherwise, no".

"Of course, Boudi, I'll do whatever you say. Just command me," Rahul responded, his eagerness palpable.


"Rahul, I will allow you to do this just once," Paromita stated, her tone firm yet laced with a plea, "and then you must promise me that you will return to your normal life, focusing diligently on your studies".

"Boudi, please don't worry," Rahul said, brimming with newfound confidence, "I will study with all my might. Just grant me permission to do this once. I know my academic results haven't been good for the past few months. Honestly, I haven't been able to concentrate on my studies at all since these thoughts entered my mind. I know this isn't something to be proud of. I feel ashamed telling you all this. But I still want to experience this fantasy, even if just once. Because I've tried so hard to break free from this colorful web of dreams, but I haven't been able to. It's becoming impossible for me to even breathe now. As you said, if you allow me to do this just once, then you'll see, I'll become well again. And then my studies will automatically improve," Rahul declared, his voice filled with an almost desperate conviction.


"Alright, Rahul, so it shall be," Paromita conceded, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen you speak with such enthusiasm and confidence. I hope you will keep your word".

"You can be 400 percent sure, Boudi, I will keep my word," Rahul vowed, his conviction absolute. "Very well, then consider that I've given you permission. But along with this, I have a small request".

"What is it, Boudi? Tell me..." Rahul prompted, his eagerness barely contained.

"Look, I've already 'spoiled' you by giving you the phone. Now I'm going a step further, allowing you to fulfill your fantasy by going to a massage parlor and getting a massage from some unknown massage girl. Surely you understand that if your parents or your elder brother found out about this, they wouldn't spare me?. So, the responsibility of keeping this a secret rests entirely with you".


"You absolutely don't have to worry, Boudi," Rahul reassured her, his voice sincere. "This will be our secret, for life. And besides, how could you even think I would tell my family members about this?. Look at the state I was in when you caught me!".

Paromita then playfully teased, "Hmm! You've grown up so much! You've successfully managed to extract permission to go to a massage parlor from your sister-in-law through non-violent protest. Good job!". Rahul blushed slightly at Paromita's words. Paromita's heart, too, felt a sense of relief, seeing a genuine smile grace her brother-in-law's face after such a long time. With these playful words, Paromita continued to gently 'leg-pull' her brother-in-law, aiming to alleviate any lingering feelings of guilt he might have. In this way, Paromita began to draw closer to her brother-in-law as a friend, hoping to influence him and guide him back to a normal life, much like a therapist. Paromita then asked Rahul, "Rahul, tell me something, do you and your friends really talk in such coded language? It seems like you've become far too advanced for your age. Sorry, I read your WhatsApp chats with your friends that day without your knowledge. You were talking about things like BJ, HJ, 'extras,' 'Happy Ending,' and so on. What do all these terms mean? I've never heard such words in my married life, nor has your elder brother ever discussed such things with me. Especially, what does this 'Happy Ending' mean?".


At her direct questions, Rahul's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. He was at a loss for words, simply muttering, "Please, Boudi, don't embarrass me by asking such things". 

"Rahul, you don't need to act so innocent," Paromita retorted, her voice firm. "You lost your innocence the moment you were caught by me. Just like that, I also lost my role as your guardian the moment I allowed you to go to the parlor. Now we are good friends. You are no longer that little brother-in-law of mine. You've grown up. So, stop being coy and tell me, what does 'Happy Ending' mean? Otherwise, I'll revoke my permission".


"Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means..." Rahul stammered, hesitating.

"Come on, Rahul, please tell me," Paromita urged, a note of impatience in her voice. "I genuinely haven't heard this word before".

"Boudi, first promise you won't get angry," Rahul pleaded.

"I won't," she assured him.

"Promise?" he pressed.

"Yes, alright, I promise! Now tell me!" Paromita exclaimed, exasperated.

"Actually, Boudi, 'Happy Ending' means when the massage girl, after giving a massage, masturbates the client with her own hand," Rahul confessed, his head bowed in shame. Paromita, suppressing her reaction, calmly asked further, "Alright, okay, no need to be so embarrassed. Now tell me, what do 'extras' mean?".


Seeing Paromita's calm, unreactive demeanor, Rahul gained a little courage, and this time, he spoke more openly. "Boudi, actually, massage girls don't usually allow their customers to touch them. But if they do, that's what's called 'extras'".

"And BJ means?" Paromita inquired.

"That's even easier, don't you know?" Rahul asked, surprised.

"No... that's why I'm asking..." Paromita responded, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Mmmhhmh..." Rahul hesitated again, clearly uncomfortable. Seeing his reluctance, Paromita, somewhat irritated, pressed him, "Ugh, just tell me! Why are you clearing your throat so much?".

"BJ means blow job..." Rahul finally blurted out.

"Hmm, alright... I understand..." Paromita managed, composing herself. Hearing such adult conversations from her young brother-in-law was not pleasant, but what could she do? To guide him back to the right path, she knew she had to endure this much.


Such conversations continued, as did the relentless ticking of the clock. Today was indeed the D-Day, the day for him to go to the massage parlor with his friends. Far more time had elapsed than originally planned. Rahul had expected that during this conversation, his 'boudi' would hand him enough money and let him go. His friends, he knew, had been waiting for a long time. His phone, which had been on silent, suddenly beeped with a message tone. In front of Paromita, Rahul unlocked his phone and began to read the message. After seeing it, with a pathetic expression, he pleaded for money from his sister-in-law, "Boudi, please, give me the money now. I need to go...".

Paromita asked, "Whose message, Rahul?".


"My friend's..." Rahul replied.

Paromita extended her hand, asking for the phone from Rahul. "Here, give me the phone. I want to read the message".

Rahul shook his head, hesitating. "No, Boudi, please. Don't look...".

Paromita smiled faintly. "Rahul, I've already given you permission, knowing everything. So why are you so embarrassed?. Haven't I told you, I'm not just your sister-in-law now, but your friend too. I'm not taking your phone to inspect it. I just want to see the messages, that's all!".

"I understand, Boudi, but these messages are very vulgar and offensive. So I feel a little apprehensive," Rahul explained, still reluctant.


"Rahul, I am not a child. I passed your age a long time ago, so don't lecture me. Besides, I've seen all the adult content on your phone, so none of this will surprise me," Paromita stated firmly, her patience wearing thin.

Rahul, after much deliberation and with trembling hands, handed the phone to Paromita. Paromita opened WhatsApp and began to read the messages. One of his friends had written, "Hey, you idiot, where the hell are you? We've already entered the massage parlor. And you're nowhere to be found. I'm having a Happy Ending right now! Want to see a picture?".


Following the text message was a picture. It clearly showed one of Rahul's friends lying almost naked on a massage table. A girl, wearing nail polish and some bangles, was seen grasping his genitals in her hand. It was unmistakably a masturbation act. This was why Rahul had been so utterly ashamed to show Paromita the messages.

The next message was a short video clip, which Rahul hadn't yet played. A round download option appeared in front of the video. Perhaps Rahul, out of fear of Paromita, hadn't dared to download and play the video, as its audio might have been too "exciting" to hear, and who knew what would happen if his 'boudi' heard it.


Paromita then asked, "There's a video here, what is it?".

Then, without waiting for a reply, she downloaded and played the video herself. It was a video of that friend's "Happy Ending". His friend was moaning, and the girl was continuously masturbating him. The girl's face wasn't visible in the video; it was just a close-up shot of the masturbation.

To avoid further embarrassing Rahul, Paromita tried to lighten the mood slightly, saying, "Hmm, it looks like your friends are certainly enjoying themselves".

Rahul relaxed a little, seeing that his 'boudi' was genuinely behaving like a friend. So, Rahul said, "Boudi, time is running out. If you give me the money, I can go and have some fun with my friends".


Paromita, now adopting a more serious tone, said, "Rahul, please listen to me carefully first. I promised you that I would allow you to get a massage, complete with a Happy Ending and even extras. But I don't want you to get it at a massage parlor. I have an alternative plan".

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[RajV]

Intriguing plot...lets see how it develops, keep writing