An Unholy Tale of Holi
To all the female ISS readers, if you like my story, you can chat or even discuss your fantasies with me. I can feature them in my stories if you want. Reach out to me at [email protected]. While waking up, it seemed like just another regular morning, but I was oblivious to the life-changing events that were about to unfold. My name is Gautam, I’m almost 5’10, with a decent physique and wide shoulders. This is an incident from my early days in corporate life. I was living in Noida Sector 34 with a few friends. It was a closed, gated society, and almost everyone knew everyone around. In the same vicinity was Snehal, a beautiful Pahadi girl whom I was dating at that time. She lived with her family, which consisted of her mother and grandparents. Her father used to work in a Middle Eastern oil firm and would visit them occasionally during festivals. Her mother, Kalpana, was a housewife, and she took care of her in-laws and her daughter. Kalpana aunty, I think, was in her late 40s or early 50s, but she looked 30 max. She was an active woman and had maintained herself. She had identical features to Snehal and had a fine taste in clothes for her age. Coming back to that day, I woke up alone in the flat. It was Holi. So my flatmates had gone to their hometown. I decided to stay back as I wanted to spend time with Snehal. I tidied up my room & went to freshen up. I found an old white shirt and a pair of jeans, which I meant to discard. I wore them and ordered a few snacks & refreshments. My office colleagues told me that they would drop by for Holi celebrations, so I set up snacks and drinks for them. Soon they came one by one, and everyone was having a good time painting each other with colours. I had set up my music system, and everyone danced their hearts out to songs. The air was filled with colours, the laughter of people enjoying themselves and the smell of sweet and savoury delicacies on offer. One of my friends, Anshul, brought bhang with him. He was kind of the mixologist of our group, so while we were enjoying ourselves, he made thandai mixed with bhang for all of us. I was alone in the flat, so I thought, let’s throw caution to the wind, and we chugged the glass of thandai. At first, everything seemed normal, but bhang is usually a slow poison, and slowly I got inebriated. It was almost noon, and I remembered that Snehal was supposed to meet me at my place. I called her but got no response. After 15 minutes, she texted me. She had gone to drop her grandparents off at her uncle’s house, and she had just reached home. She said she’ll freshen up and come to my place. Soon, all my colleagues left. In my intoxicated state of mind, I thought, why not give Snehal a surprise by going to her house. This was a stupid idea, but I was high, and everything made complete sense. I took some red colour gulal and went to her house. Her house was a row house that had a lawn in the front. I saw her speaking on the phone with her back towards me. She was wearing her yellow crop kurti, which covered just over her navel and a black lower. I tiptoed behind her and grabbed her from behind. Before she could say anything, I smeared colour all over her body. I applied it all over her exposed navel area. Even playfully stuck my hand inside her lower to apply colour over her pussy with my hands exploring her body. She tried to get away, but I held her firmly. I shouted happy Holi as I held on to her, but the music in the society was deafening. I did not intend to hurt her, so I let go of her, and that’s when I realised it wasn’t Snehal. I stood there mortified as I realised it was Kalpana aunty whom I had applied colours to. As I mentioned earlier, they were identical in physical features, and she was wearing Snehal’s Kurti, which I did not suspect. My cognitive ability was impaired due to my being intoxicated. The guilt of committing a grave sin was sinking in. Kalpana aunty did not recognise me; my colleagues had painted me in so many layers of colours that I was beyond recognition. This played to my advantage as the only thing my adult brain could think of was to run away from there. I came back home and locked the door. I took a shower and slept, fearing the worst. When I woke up, it was almost 7 PM. I was still lightheaded and saw 12 missed calls on my cell phone. It was Snehal who had called me, and I was too scared and in guilt to speak to her. I just sat there in my room, trying to recollect what happened. How could I not know that she was not Snehal? All those thoughts swamped my brain. Amidst all this, I remembered how I grabbed Kalpana aunty from behind. My forearms are crushing her breasts. How my fingers touched her milky soft navel region & explored her love valley. The visuals of the events gone by created a bulge in my pants. It was wrong of me to do it. It was still erotic due to the taboo nature of it. I was reorganising my thoughts when I got a call from Snehal. I thought to deal with the situation rather than letting it escalate, and answered the phone. Snehal was quite cross with me. Her calls were unanswered, and my whereabouts were unknown. I told her that I had bhang with my colleagues and ended up passing out in my bed. We spoke for 10 minutes, but she did not mention anything about the morning events. I was a little relieved and thought maybe aunty had not told her, fearing embarrassment. Since aunty did not recognise me, there was no reason for anyone to think that I was the one who did it. I disconnected the call and felt a weight lifted from my shoulders. I ate my dinner and sat down to watch TV. I was watching a show when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Snehal. “Hey, I am coming over to your house, hope you are awake. Keep the door unlocked and the lights dim. Don’t want anyone to see me come in.” As awkward as the situation was, I still wanted to see Snehal. I did as instructed and waited in the hall.