[garamrohan]

Great... Please give regular updates

Thanks Farz. I am managing with my job. Glad you are liking what I have written so far. Please stay with the thread.

so the girl is home in a anarkali suits, which has a possibility of turning into anarphool suit. {oh my cheap and volgour thoughts . he he).

Uhhhh, blossoming the bud? So cheesy thought.. won't confirm anything and spoil it. But liked your involvement and adding new perspectives.

[garamrohan]

Wow..! I really do love these kinda slow-burning erotic stories..!! Such a beautifully written story so far, I loved every single line while reading. Well done, bro.. Now this is something that gives a loud shoutout to the “garamrohan” brand. Spot on!
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Hey bro. Thanks for this elaborate reply and glad to see you are back. Thanks for showing trust (at least for time being) despite the initial encounter seemed abrupt and unnecessary. 

You are guessing the direction to the good accuracy. The next update will come soon. Thanks again.

[garamrohan]

Nice update

Thank you 

[garamrohan]

waiting

Hello bro. Will be posting late in the night.

[garamrohan]

Sorry guys. Struggling a bit with time. But have started working on the update. Will start posting in a day or two.

[garamrohan]

Bro as a co-writer in this site i was really waiting for the next part..to be honest i was opening the english sex stories section to check the latest updates of this story

Continue the story asap

Thanks a lot Agnyatavasi for letting me know you are liking this story. I will be posting daily updates here onwards.

The story is a great slow burn erotica. In the early part of my service life, I know of such an incident between a couple I know, a little away from the city of Calcutta.  Although many people did't know why did they divorce suddenly! I had a close relationship with the couple's husband. So I knew that the reason for the divorce of the middle-aged couple was that the wife had sheltered a mentally unstable vagabond in their home and had sexual relation with him. However, as the couple was in their early forties, they got a mature dicision, mutual divorce without informing the society. Both husband and wife are govt employee. The wife was a primary college teacher, not extreme beautiful but a good looking middle age fair woman. She moved away with a job transfer after the divorce. She took the vagabond and a child of the previous marriage of that vagabond with her. I don't know what happened to their lives after that.
A long time ago, I remembered the incident after reading this story. I am thrilled. The story going very well. Does this Rambo already have a small child without a mother, apart from the physical satisfaction with Rambo, will this motherly figure woman Madhurima influenced by the motherly love for Rambar's children? That's why his mom does not remain them? It will be understood ahead, let the story continue, in the author's own style.

Hello Henry bro pleasure to see you here. It's wonderful knowing that this story awakened some hot/weird memories of you from the past. The story is going to unpack in the similar but not exactly same direction. I hope you will enjoy reading the subsequent development.

[garamrohan]

Thanks you very much for your replies erotica, nobita and Siva

[garamrohan]

After the heartbreaking scene at the ghat this morning, my mind was a mess. I kept worrying if mummy would ever recover from such a blow to her pride. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened to her, but god was kind to us.

The mood had completely changed. I watched as mummy lovingly questioned didi about her married life. They stood together in the kitchen while mummy prepared dinner; all of didi’s favorite dishes. I’ve always hated kheer, but tonight I didn't mind. I was just happy for mummy, for didi, and for our whole family.

I stood at the kitchen doorway, caught between two worlds. I could hear dad and jiju talking in the outer room, while occasionally chatting with didi as she helped mummy with the cooking.

“Shouldn’t we have dinner in the backyard?” I suggested.

Didi’s face lit up. On summer nights, we used to eat outside to enjoy the cool breeze through the trees and the soft moonlight. I remembered the countless hours we spent there gossiping, telling horror stories, or just lying on our backs counting stars; at least until papa yelled at us to come inside and sleep. He’s always been a bit traditional and overprotective, but since our area wasn't very developed, his caution actually made sense.

“Babu… are you out of your mind? Your Papa won't like it,” mummy warned. She didn't even look up as she stirred the pot and added crushed cardamom to the kheer.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle him,” didi promised with a wink.

Just then, we heard jiju call out from the other room. “Wow! What an aroma. It seems mummy-ji has planned a special treat for us!”

“Yes,” papa replied. “Meenakshi loves kheer.”

“Oh, really? I love it too!” jiju said loudly, making sure didi could hear him.

didi turned to mummy and whispered, “Do you hear this drama? I made kheer for him just last week and he wouldn't even finish a bowl.”

“Is that any way to talk about your husband?” mummy teased, her eyes poking at didi with affection. “You probably just didn't make it right.”

I wandered into the outer room and sat on the couch next to jiju. I really liked him; he was the perfect match for Meenakshi di. He was tall and well-built, with a great corporate job and an adventurous streak. Didi told us he went on treks all the time. He was clean-shaven except for a perfectly maintained handlebar mustache, and his style was always elegant. Most importantly, he clearly adored didi.

I understood that he was doing his best to charm his old-fashioned father-in-law. I doubted he would ever truly impress papa; not because Jiju lacked anything, but because papa was just a difficult, disinterested man. Nothing seemed to ever impress or surprise him.

“So papa-ji,” jiju said, trying to find common ground, “Meenakshi told me Rohan is quite the cricket player. I’m sure he’ll play professionally one day.”

“Hmm…” papa grunted. He stood up, shook his head sarcastically, and walked out the front door without another word.

I looked at jiju. He was already looking at me, his eyebrows raised in a silent question as he fought back a grin.

The next second, we both burst into laughter.

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We enjoyed dinner in the backyard, packed in the sweater and shawl in the peak winter of January. jiju and Meenakshi di were teasing each other, cracking jokes and I joined them. I could see mummy was also enjoying this first extended-family meeting. Only papa finished the dinner silently.

We were sitting on a big mat spread over the ground and as mummy and didi picked up the used dishes, we spread leisurely on that mat itself. It was a full moon and hence I asked didi to turn off the light in the backyard.

Now only the pleasant moonlight was pouring over us and with heavy lids and blankets over us, we laid there - papa, jiju in the middle, and I am to his left. For five minutes nobody spoke; apart from papa’s poke at jiju asking if they should go to have paan? But Jiju wasn’t interested.

“Do you have any girlfriend?” jiju asked in the backnoise of the dish washing noise and murmur of talk between mummy and didi coming from near the water tank in the backyard. 

“How can you ask me this? I am very serious about my career.” my protection mode enabled immediately.

“What does a girlfriend have to do with a career?" he counterargued. 

“May or may not be..” papa spoke up abruptly, followed by a taunt to me, “But babu would most be benefitted from career guidance, he is unnecessarily smart at useless stuff.” 

“Why are you walking like that?” papa spoke suddenly looking at the mummy and didi coming to us, after finishing their job. “I fell over my knee this morning.” Mummy sighed and sat by us. So did didi. 

My heart twitched again; for I knew that mummy was lying; but what other choice did she have living in the messed up society of ours? Even support from her husband cannot be assumed in such cases, and mummy was so simple and naive that there was no chance she would talk of her suffering to anyone, not with papa either.

“Oh it's swollen like anything mummy, you could have told me. Let me massage it with ointment.” Didi caressed her knee, of course I could only faintly make it out in the dim moonlight. 

“Not required beta” she said, “Rohan babu, drop your blanket for your didi and jiju today, the washed blankets are still wet.”

I knew that already. I affirmed silently. 

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nice update
setting up the rhythm, building a good story background. slowly highlighting the characters and pace.
do show the layout of the house just for clarity and engagement in story.

That's a nice idea. I will try that out. 

Nice buildup

Thanks bro.

[garamrohan]

Map of the area:




Layout of the house:

[garamrohan]

It was a pleasant winter morning. I was returning from practice. As I had missed the practice the earlier day, the coach drained sweat out of me and did not let me retire until my legs got sore. As I reached that particular turn, I paddled fast, controlling the urge to look at that shop beside the public toilet. 

It would be better to forget the tragedy as an accident, I thought. It was not going to happen again, ever. It was the outcome of a bad time — the man was aroused; incidentally mummy fell to his eye, and was found alone at a secluded place. And brutal nature staged for the show; the desire to quench the carnal thirst pushed the man to do forbidden things with my pious mummy.

I looked at that side but, at the last moment, just like I checked when I was going to practice in the morning. He was not there and I didn’t want to see him. Better if he would leave the town somehow, to show up never ever.

As I was putting the cycle to the stand, I could smell the delicious poha aroma. Jiju and papa were having breakfast, standing at the door. Mummy was doing rituals by the tulsi structure in the verandah. 

“Mummy, poha for me as well…” I ordered as I descended to take off my shoes.

That went unlistened, mummy wouldn’t hold on the chanting during puja for anything and I called for Meenakshi di.

“Easy… Can’t you wait for 5 mins?” papa gave a stern look at me. 

“Hey Rohan. Let’s share the dish” my ever cool jiju forwarded dish to me; I tossed a spoonful of poha in my mouth, ignoring papa’s troubling gaze. 

“Here is your dish, babu…” Didi came outside. “Can you bunk your college today?”

“Seriously?” papa panicked. 

Didi bit her tongue, and jiju tightened his lips to suppress the laughter. “I mean we had plans for the day, including a visit to the temple and doing some shopping with your jiju.. So I just thought you would be happy to join us,” She pursued. 

“Sorry didi, maybe I can join you in the evening but I have to go to college. Exams are approaching” I came to rescue before the situation became tense further. 

“Give some poha to that poor fellow.” I overheard papa saying. But I was involved in the planning with jiju.  

“Not a bad idea, fine with me. We will go to the market in the evening, what do you say?” jiju suggested to didi and we kept waiting for the response as she stood dumbfounded.

I did not understand what really happened to her and her face panicked as if she had seen a ghost and she cried, “mummy…. careful”.

Before I turned back, mummy had collapsed on the ground and all of us ran to her. She was gasping like anything and I put water glass to her shaking lips. Her eyes were full of absolute terror. And when I turned to check what she panicked at, it was my turn to go mad with a hysteria attack.

The Rambo guy was standing, a few feet away from us, jaws dropped of surprise and with big eyes looking at my mummy.

“Kha… kha.. Khana,” he requested, coming back to his senses, in a low, stammering voice, and I understood that the bad dream is not over yet.   

[garamrohan]

this shows your dedication towards this story or how serious you take tasks.

there it seems a lot of green cover because most of the land is not occupied yet.

once in a while do mention in what year this story is taking place.

excellent work buddy.

Thanks bro. Any guess about the year of the happening?

[garamrohan]

Thank you very much Saka, firefox.

Things are becoming clearer to reders as story is progressing, great to see you guys can feel the world I am writing about.

[garamrohan]

Wow...!

That's really great writing, bro. And, the map too is helping a lot here. I, personally, loved the story so far.

Waiting for more.

Damn... Thanks a lot dear. It means a lot.

There are many characters here and that is going to build good tension soon. You will enjoy.

[garamrohan]

well we need kha..kha..khana too! update

Lol bro... Its in preparation now and will be served soon. 

Your eagerness is almost snatching it away from me with impatient.

Keep reading and commenting

[garamrohan]

Great. Keep writing friend. Please maintain consistency. If this is how the story progresses I like it very much, then I can sometimes draw pictures to go along with its updates.

Dear Henry. So generous of you to put your efforts. We would definitely like to see your imagination as the plot matures. Thanks a lot for your supporting comments

[garamrohan]

Sorry guys. I will post update by tomorrow morning

[garamrohan]

The chemistry lecture was going on. It's been my favourite subject. But I had no attention whatsoever. My mind was occupied with Rambo-guy’s visit in the morning and the aftermath. While it might have not meant anything, as it was not uncommon to see some beggar at your door, the recognition for mummy that I saw in his eyes made me upset. So did seeing mummy’s collapse — physical, and even more severe mental one, so as to get nausea seeing the bloody abuser who looted her chastity the day before. 

He was definitely mentally challenged, naive and nihilist in attitude. And somehow I had a gut feeling that his misbehavior with mummy was an act in the moment of heat. It wasn’t like he had planned anything. So I was expecting no fixation, no further trouble for mummy. No trail of his existence was anticipated to be left over our lives. But it wasn’t so straightforward, It seemed.

Every time I was to see the Rambo-guy, I was to face the soul destroying uneasiness. And mummy’s position was to be worse — scars were not healed, she was just successfully covering her pain inside with a smiling face, no doubt, didi’s arrival had helped.

Shall I beat him up with the help of my friend? If we could make his life miserable and force him to leave the town, the burden on my chest, the constant worry for my mummy would have been dealt with. And of course, my friends would definitely enjoy beating shit out of that man. The problem was what reason to propose to them for this bullying activity. Of course, it would have been suspicious if I showed unreasonable aggression towards the man without valid reason. And the valid reason was gross to openly discuss.

After college I was returning home with a few of my friends. I was not to join them for practice today, as discussed in the morning, I was to accompany Jiju and Meenakshi di for the shopping. As we departed, my friends jumped the wall compound of the ground, waving me good bye. I was startled to see the Rambo-guy walking to us from the other side. My body shivered but I kept walking, showing as if I didn’t register him. But through the corner of my eyes I was observing his disgusting appearance.

His clothes were obviously dirty and torn at places. The denim jean especially, that must have been given to him by some altruist mind of the town, was stained by dirt and food. It was clear that he didn’t bathe regularly, let alone the rest of the grooming. His rough face had inches of spiky, irregular beard grown with a good mix of grey-black, hair was full of mess but he still had a strong physique. That's why at times he used to grab some money doing some heavy work in the market.

As he came near I gave a quick peek at him, and he was looking at me only. His eyes were cold, unaltered, but I got a gut feeling that he recognized me from the morning’s incident  even though his eyes were difficult to read. 

I passed him and only after walking significant steps I looked back. He walked in his own rhythm, hanging a sack at his back, not sure what all the stuff he had collected in it. Maybe I was right, he is mad and indifferent, the river ghat situation was an accident, one in a million exceptions, and won’t repeat again, ever.

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i think he's keeping the memento of all the trysts that he done in the past. i think he took madhurimas panty from the ghat incident.

i guess he's a recluse, just a vagabond but stupid he's not.

rohan is taking rambo too lightly, and i believe he just didn't walked to his home for food in the morning, i think he didn't anticipated so many people at that time. but whatever

Bhai, Kuch zyada Late nahi ho gaya??

I took this author very seriously.  But I see he also came to as a tourist after a few days leave.
Strangely, those who start well or have a good writing hand are lost after writing two pages, but many writers continue to write a series of silly artless stories in an unskilled hand.

Sir why are not writing any story

Henry da, it seems this plot has fascinated you. So I have a request for you. Why do you not start writing on this, obviously with your own flavour ? You are a master of this art in Bengali while you take up a pen. We would be more than happy to see your new story, and the completion of your unfinished stories. They definitely deserve their rightful ending.

waiting

Extremely sorry for keeping you waiting this long. I am very busy these days. But will post a good update this weekend and will become more regular from upcoming weeks..

Please bear with me.

[garamrohan]

Well, we have grown up seeing the strict nature of Papa but sometimes he becomes too unreasonable. I mean, I knew in the morning itself he wouldn't join us for the market visit in the evening; but why not mummy? Common.. she was sensible enough to know how to carry herself along with the newly-wed couple without spoiling their privacy, and I was anyway going with them.



But dad had got a new excuse by then - mummy’s dizziness in the morning. Well, it was nothing of serious kind, and I knew exactly what made her feel uncomfortable at the moment. Nothing was to happen to her due to roaming in the market, rather that would have made her feel better.


We were all ready and papa was sitting on the reclined chair, reading an old magazine. Di signaled mummy to get ready; mummy just smiled pointing at papa. She had been so loyal to him and so careful for all of us, that she had no ambitions, wishes for herself. Her world started and ended with us. And that thing had made me respect and love her even more.


As we were stepping outside, Jiju cleared his throat and with a smiling face said, “See Papa ji, mummy ji is not yet ready. We are getting late.” Dad’s check post collapsed with that super missile launched by Jiju. And he himself had to turn his face out of paper and ask mummy to go along with us.


Well I love cycling so much, but there is nothing as joyful as walking with your family in the market. I was walking with Jiju, trying to impress him with my PJs while mummy and Di followed us. Quite a womanly chat they had been having!  Di was so lucky to have such a forward minded husband, I thought. Considering this was happening around 2000-01, how many husbands were okay with letting their wife go with her choice of food, education and career? She was wearing a washed out denim Jean, and a cream coloured, loose-fit T shirt. And the golden, delicate earrings. Those were big round, the size of a bangle and literally touching her shoulder. She looked like a model in that attire. Needless to say, watching her in that attire had brought creases at dad’s forehead. But now at least she was out of the cage; she had got someone who cared for her more than controlling her.


“Mummy ji, we will eat outside only, can carry parcel for Papa ji,” suggested Jiju. 


“You guys please enjoy. I have prepared food for me and Meenakshi’s papa,” mummy replied, “ he doesn't like outside food.”


“But you do, right? Common mummy ji. There is no point in coming to the market and returning empty stomach. Meenakshi was boasting of the tasty chats, panipuri, snacks and what not. Is it true or just another blunder of her?” He winked at Di. 


“See for yourself. We are not far away,” Di.


“ The Panipuri you should definitely try, damad ji. It’s the best,” Mummy spoke up soothingly. The faint smile was glorifying her pretty face. Lipstick – never she put on, nor did she need it. 


We argued that bhel/chat is much better. It was the only thing on which Di and I had a consensus. 


“I will eat Panipuri only,” Jiju teased us, “After all how can I let down the word from my mother in law. And Minakshi is not foody at all, her food choice is so decent.” 


It took us a good deal of time to roam around the market. Like always, there was very little buying and so much of exploring. I gifted the wrist bands to Jiju and Di. Whereas mummy purchased a shawl and some accessories for Di’s in-laws. It took a lot of time for them to finish shopping as Jiju and I wandered aimlessly in the market. We told the ladies to finish shopping and meet us at a famous panipuri shop, so we were heading there and suddenly I saw him.


The rambo guy was standing at a panipuri thaila (stall) and the seller was scolding him to get out. But he kept begging for some pani puri with spread out hand. I was disgusted to see him there, that would have spoiled mummy’s mood again, who was looking very happy chilling out with us. After some time he retired from there. The good thing was, he went to the other side of the market and not towards where we wanted to go for having Panipuri.


As I turned, I saw Jiju purchasing gajras (jasmine strings). I went to him, smiling. 


“It's good that you are purchasing, but will your dear wife be able to wear it in her short hair?” 


“Haha.. that’s a valid point Rohan, but it smells great isn’t it?” He smelled one thread and handled me with the other. The flowers were fresh and the scent was enticing. He asked for two gajaras. One for Di and of course another for mummy. Good then, I thought. At least mummy would wear gajara. That naturally used to look great on her with her long, beautiful hair; be it in bun, braid or loose. 


We headed to the shop then. That shop, being famous, was always full of customers. Hence the owner had made a good sitting arrangement. We gave the order. Di and I ordered chat whereas Jiju and mummy ordered panipuri.


“So delicious.. I must agree you have great taste mummy ji,” Jiju picked up another pani puri to relish. He seemed to have liked the panipuri very much. And mummy always liked pani puri. They even ordered one more plate. That evening was turning out to be wonderful. Our conversation had become colorful in the backdrop of the aroma of the chat house. 


And suddenly that Rambo guy appeared from nowhere, standing naively in front of the shop. Begging for a plate of panipuri. I became nervous and as I turned to see mummy, she coughed suddenly, spilling water over her body. She excused herself and stopped eating. Her mood instantly became bad.


“What happened mummy ji? Please help me finish, I can't finish all this?” Jiju insisted. But I knew mummy would not be eating anything. I also become super conscious, keeping an eye on  the Rambo guy for whether he notices us. At one point he looked towards us, but I couldn’t see any sign of remembrance in his eyes. 
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 Eventually the owner bowed to the persistence that the Rambo guy showed and packed some stuff to him into a newspaper and asked him to get lost. He happily picked that up and just looked towards us, just for a second, and left. 


“What? Did he notice us? Did he even remember mummy? It cannot be. He is a mad guy after all.” I tried to convince my mind all the way back to home. 


It was past 8:30 and the air was very cold. As we headed towards home, Jiju graciously offered his jerk-in to mummy, saying that she needed it most. For mummy and me the evening  had turned out to be very unusual – a mix of great joy with a tint of dark, awkward feeling.