Anjali, the helping hand – Part 1
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Submit Report This story is part of the Anjali – the helping hand series Hi readers, I am Ratan, 35 years old from Pune, and I work in an MNC. I am back with my new real-life story. This story is between me and the maid, Anjali, whom I hired for household work in February 2024. The company I work for was planning to set up its new production unit at a remote site, which was around 300 km from Pune. I was asked to manage the site until the unit stabilizes. I was supposed to relocate near the site for around 8 to 10 months. By the end of January, I found a good place to stay (it had 2 big rooms, a hall, a kitchen, and a nice small garden). The site was hardly a 10-minute walk from the house. It was decided that, for the initial couple of weeks, my wife and I would go together, until everything was set up, and then she would return home. I would be traveling every alternate weekend back home, depending on the workload. As decided, my wife and I went to that house. The initial days were spent getting all the groceries. We were looking for a maid who could do all the household work and cook. My wife inquired about a few, but none were ready to do all the work. After a few days, the nearby grocery shop owner mentioned to my wife that there was a lady from his village who was looking for work, but her condition was that she was looking for full-time work and a place to stay. She was a widow with 2 kids. My wife asked him to send her over when she came. The next day, the lady rang the bell, and my wife asked her to come in. She mentioned that she was ready to do all the work but needed a place to stay, as she had recently moved from her village after her husband’s passing. My wife agreed and decided on the salary, and also told her that she could stay in the other vacant room, but if guests came, she might have to sleep in the kitchen for a couple of days. So, from the next day, she moved in with only one bag. About the maid, Anjali: she was around 35-40 years old, with one kid aged 3 and another aged 10, studying in a government school. She was around 5’4″ and had a 32C bust. She was not very fair-skinned, but not very dark either. She had maintained her body well. Coming back to the story. Initially, I didn’t interact with her much, just exchanging greetings and small talk. She quickly picked up the household work and started cooking very well. My wife was relieved that I would have nice food every day. Then, the next week, I dropped my wife back home and returned. The initial couple of weeks were very busy for me, from 9 am to 8 pm. After returning, Anjali would serve hot dinner, and around 10 pm, I would retire to bed after speaking to my wife. There was very little conversation with Anjali in the morning and during dinner. One Saturday, when there was less work on site, I didn’t go to the site that day and was just enjoying the morning. That day, I keenly watched Anjali. She was wearing a saree that was torn in a few places. While she was serving breakfast, I asked her to sit and have breakfast with me. At first, she refused. But then I asked her again, and she sat on a chair, and we had some brief conversation. Me: So, Anjali, all good? Hope you’re comfortable here? Anjali: Yes, sir. All good. Me: You cook very well. Thank you for this. Anjali: Sir, don’t say thank you. It’s my job. And I must say thank you to you for giving me this job and a place to stay. Me: That’s fine. How are your kids? Hope they’re also enjoying and comfortable here. Anjali: Yes, sir, they’re very much enjoying. Me: Anjali, I noticed that you were wearing only a couple of sarees repeatedly, and they’re torn in some places. Anjali: (feeling embarrassed) Looking down, sir, I don’t have any others. Me: I’m extremely sorry. Don’t be embarrassed. I gave her a bag with a couple of sarees, a few Punjabi dresses that my wife had given me, and told her to take them. Anjali: She was extremely happy and thanked me a lot. Me: No need to thank me. You’re like family now. So, start using them. Daily, we were having small conversations, and she was getting very comfortable with me. After a couple of days, my wife told me that Sheetal didi (my sister-in-law) was missing me, so she wanted to come and stay with me for a couple of days. I told her I would travel on the weekend and take her along. Over the weekend, I traveled home, and while returning, Sheetal did come along with me. I told her that, in front of Anjali, we had to maintain distance, and at night, once she slept, we would have our fun time. Sheetal mentioned, “Yes, Ratanji, I know this.” When we reached back, I introduced Anjali and Sheetal and told her that she would be staying for a couple of days and would stay in the other room, and Anjali would need to adjust in the hall or kitchen. Anjali said, “No problem, sir.” That day, I went to the site and returned in the evening. We had dinner and then started watching TV for some time. Sheetal told me she was tired and going to sleep. And after a few minutes, I also went to my room. Meanwhile, Anjali put her kids to sleep in the hall, and she also slept there and switched off the lights. After an hour, Sheetal tiptoed to my room. She was wearing a satin, maroon-colored gown. As she entered, we hugged each other and French-kissed for a couple of minutes. Sheetal: I missed you a lot and wanted to spend good time with you, so I came along. Me: I missed you too, Sheetal. It was a good idea. We will have a good time. And then, we started kissing each other again. I kissed her on her eyes, cheeks, and lips. Then, I turned her around and moved her hair and kissed her neck. Sheetal started moaning, “Ahhh…hmmm…” I kept kissing her neck and moved my hand over her boobs, pressing them hard. Sheetal moaned again, “Ohhhh…” Then, I unzipped her gown from behind and removed it from her shoulder; the gown went down in one go.