Forbidden desires of family woman Sharmila - Part 1
Hi, this is John, age 28, living in Chennai and occasionally visiting Bangalore, working in an MNC. This is my fantasy story. Read and comment. The story will be narrated from the perspective of Sharmila. Hi all, this is Sharmila, 26, living with my husband Rahul. We had a love marriage and he gave me all the happiness. He was good at bed too. I was also happy with him. As a result, we had a son Rakesh, who was 10 months old. But I could not have a proper talk with my mom, dad, and other relatives. They were against my love marriage and saw me as a convict. Last week, my cousin came to invite me and my husband to his marriage. Once my cousin went, my husband told me he wouldn’t come. A few days later, I realized that today evening was the reception and the next day morning was the marriage. So, I was thinking about all these things in my kitchen. A sudden thought came to me, “Should I ask Rahul once again?” So I went to my bedroom. My husband was getting ready to go to the office. He was working as a planning manager in a company. Me: Dear, we can go to this marriage? I think only then we can improve our bond with my family. (I asked him pleadingly.) Husband (Rahul): No Sharmi, if you want to go, please go. I won’t stop you, but I can’t come to your relative functions. Me: Please, dear. Rahul: No, stop this topic right away. I sadly returned to the kitchen. That day afternoon: As I fed my son, I thought to ask Rahul once again. I called him after lunch. Me: Honey, can you come to the wedding? Rahul: Sorry dear, I can’t come. My GM and I are going to Mumbai for an emergency plan and discussion. I will not be able to come home even tomorrow evening. Me: Oh, really? Rahul: Yes honey. So, do one thing. You go to the reception and come tomorrow morning once the marriage is done. Is it okay? Me: Oh, okay dear, take care. Rahul: Okay honey, bye, see you. I tried to put milk in the feeding bottle, but it was too hot, so I let it cool. I filled my water bottle and went to my bedroom. I packed a set of dresses for me and my son along with a bottle of water in my bag. My son Rakesh was sleeping. If he wakes up, he wouldn’t let me take a shower. So I thought this was a good time. As I showered and dried my head, Rakesh cried. I wrapped myself in a towel and went to my bedroom. He cried a little loud. I thought while feeding him, “Rakesh is a symbol of our love and we should raise him well.” Once I fed him, I put him in the baby walker in our hall. Me: Rakesh, play here for some time. Meanwhile, I will prepare for the marriage and then prepare you as a hero. Then, we will go to marriage, ok? Rakesh: Q….Q… He smiled and I kissed his cheek and went to the bedroom to get dressed. I removed the towel and started wearing my inner clothes. Then I saw myself in the mirror. Me (to myself): A traditional woman, 26 years old, body measurements 32-30-34, wears only a pair of white bra and panty, and black petticoat. I enjoyed my stats and figure. I wore a maroon-colored silk saree with a golden colour border blouse. I tied the hair like a bun hairstyle and put a jasmine flower on it. Finally, I checked the time and it was 5.15 pm. I had planned to start at least by 6.00 pm. Then I got Rakesh ready and started leaving. I reached there at 6.45 pm, but I was disappointed as no one spoke to me properly. My husband Rahul was always right, he understood situations and people perfectly. I didn’t want to stay there under these conditions and planned to go home that night itself. Along with one of my cousins, I gave gifts to the bride and after dinner, I walked toward the bus stand to catch the last bus at 10.00 pm. I reached there at 9.45 pm but I didn’t see any bus till 10.45 pm which scared me. Meanwhile, Rakesh started crying for milk. I checked the feeding bottle but I forgot it at home. I wanted to feed Rakesh, but it was an old bus stand building. I looked outside and only a few vehicles were passing by. Inside, an old man (probably a beggar) was sleeping in a corner. I sat in a corner and started breastfeeding my son. After 10-15 minutes, Rakesh fell asleep and then I heard a voice. Old man: I am very hungry, someone please give me something to eat. I left Rakesh sleeping there and went near the old man (uncle). Me: Uncle, are you okay? Uncle: Hungry…Water…Hungry…Water… He kept saying the same thing. I gave him the water bottle. Me: Uncle, please get up. He struggled to get up and I helped him to sit. Me: Please have it. Uncle (after completely drinking it): It’s not enough. Hunger, please save me. He begged me by holding my leg. Me: Uncle… Uncle, I have nothing. At that time, Rakesh whined and we both looked at him. Uncle begged me to find something. I wanted to save him. Me: I have some milk, but how can I give it here? This is not a good place. Uncle: Yes, where do you want to go? I told him my address. Uncle: As of now, there is no bus to go there and this is also not a good place to stay. So, come with me. We have a safe place nearby, and from there, you can go to your home tomorrow morning. I shook my head in confusion. I followed him and we went there. There were under-construction apartment buildings nearby, many small huts, all of which were either residential or store rooms. He guided me into a room and started urinating outside. I turned on the light. It was a store room and was dirty. I found a pillow and a rug nearby. I didn’t know why it was here. The old man came into the room and switched off the light. Uncle: Why did you turn it on? Someone might see and come here. Just don’t do it again. I nodded. He put the mat on and asked me to come. I put my son on a towel quite some distance away. He was sleeping. I put my bag there. I adjusted my saree pallu, unclasped 2 hooks of my blouse, and lifted my bra. Me: Ok, come and drink. The old man came in a hurry but he struggled to reach my nipples.