Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours

[garamrohan]

Hello dear readers, 


Thanks a lot for the love you have given to my earlier stories. Its always heart warming to see the stories I have written getting appreciated and stand for readers. 

Today, I’m excited to begin a new story. The core idea may feel familiar, and perhaps you’ve come across similar themes before — but this time, I want to explore it in my own way, with my interpretations and twists.
I hope you enjoy reading this story just as much, and I look forward to your support through your comments and feedback. 

[Nobita]

We are waiting for the first update .....welcome back

[garamrohan]

Chapter 1 : Silence before the storm

I come from a town blessed with absolute nature — a beautiful river flowing all year through the center of the town, the group of temples on its bank, built sometime in the 16th century, and the stunning river ghat, all built with stone steps. During sunset, when the soothing, golden sunlight spreads over this area, glittering its glory, it doesn’t look less than a picture of a paradise.


Due to ample water, citizens of our town are well to do. Many do farming and produce a variety of grains, fruits and commercial crops. Our town has the biggest market of the tehsil and no wonder, there are a lot of big and rich merchants in our town. Roads are much better as compared to elsewhere, and the town has properly been planned, unlike cluttered houses seen very commonly in other towns.


Despite this prosperity, our town was a quiet place, until very recently when a road went through our town to connect a corridor on one side with a state highway on the other side. Those days of construction were miserable, polluting the breath and calmness. It took a good one year to complete the road construction.


But alas, the real pain was yet to come!


The flyover that was built caused a lot more trouble than what we had anticipated. It completely diverted the long route passengers and the many customers from outside the town, as commuting to the city twenty km ahead became very easy. 


On the other hand, the flyover became a resort to many beggars, wanderers and homeless. The entrance of our town was uglified by this tall flyover and residents under it. On top of that, many of these people started entering the market, wandering through the town, either begging or looking for some daily-wage work to feed themselves.


I don’t know about others, but I absolutely hated these people from the beginning. But my father was a bit oblivious. “Everyone has his own battle to fight, we should be compassionate, well, at least not hate anyone,” he said once when I bursted out my frustration. 


The colony where we started living just a few years back was spacious, not many constructions had happened, as it was recently plotted. But the water, electricity and road facility was all in place. Mostly middle class and upper middle class employees had booked the plots in the surrounding area. So it was supposed to be a great locality as it was proving to be. 


Like typical salary earners and pensioners, people had chosen to stay here to cut from the market noise and enjoy calmness. Many had formed gardens in the front or back yard and so the compounding was inevitable. While going to each other’s house was not a taboo, it wasn’t routine either; as it happens in typical crowded colonies and apartments.


We had repurchased a house which was in a good condition. It was not an RCC building — a one-storied, spread out, sand and bricks construction it was! The roof over most of the rooms was tiled, only the newly constructed storeroom in the backyard and one more room has iron sheets at the roof. 


The plot had a strong wall compound of 6 feet height from three sides of the house, while the front side, including the verandah was all open. The road was hardly 50 feet from our front door. The river, the marketplace, even college and colleges were within 15 mins walking distance from the house. The only issue was the bathroom and toilet was not attached, but everyone in the family was okay with that.


In fact all our family, including me and my sister, had fallen in love with this house of ours. Ours is a family of four - My father Dhiren, mother Madhurima, Sister Minakashi and myself - Rohan. 


My sister got married this January, leaving only three of us here. It was not planned, she wasn’t fully ready either. But the rishta (groom) was so good that everybody agreed. Minakshi didi is in the last year of her B. Tech and was doing an internship in a firm, which she still continues to do. This was the only condition she put forth to the handsome and successful Jiju (brother-in-law) of mine which he readily agreed on.


I am a decent guy, still completing my studies, and have an absolute obsession with sports. I also play cricket for the team my educational institute has. While dad feels it's a total waste of time, he never stopped me from pursuing it, and I also attend professional cricket coaching in the town only.


The story I am going to narrate now, rather I cannot keep myself from telling, is the tale of the terror and grief that I have been experiencing since the last few months. I am not able to find a way out of this web, so I am hoping to relieve some burden off my wounded heart. I hope you will bear with me across the narration. 







 

[garamrohan]

We are waiting for the first update .....welcome back

Thank you Nobita bro :-) Next update will come soon.

[Rocky@handsome]

Nice Start!! Please Give Regular Updates!!
❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Nobita]

Very nice start .....well written ...this font looks good but I find difficulty in reading with this font please change this font

[aravindkkumar08]

Can you repost the story with normal.font unable to read

[garamrohan]

Corrected the font. I don't know how it got switched to this weird one. Was looking fine on pc, but messed up on mobile view

[Projectmp]

Amazing start garammohan sir. Always been a fan of your creativity and contribution to this world of erotica. Eagerly waiting for next updates.

[Fing fing]

Please do not forget to add pics and gif for making story even sexier and engage reader more......