She had pulled the pallu of her saree above her head from behind like a ghunghat of sorts, and tears were streaming down her face. Alarmed, I asked “Kya hua, Alka bhabhi … aap yahaan …” She just stood there, sobbing silently, holding the ghunghat close to her face with one hand. Worried that someone might spot her standing like this at my door crying, I took her by her hand and led her inside.
Closing the door behind us, I turned towards her and was about to ask something, when to my total surprise, she fell on her knees, and flung her arms around my legs. “Arre … kya kar rahe ho aap, bhabhi …” I exclaimed, reaching down immediately to pull her up. But she hung on to my legs with a fierce determination, and buried her face near my knees. “Jignesh bhai … Jignesh bhai …” was all she could muster, between her heaving sobs. I was totally clueless about what to do now, but somehow managed to pull her hands away from my legs, and pull her on her feet. She was almost faint with crying now, and literally fell against me. As my hands instinctively went around her to hold her, I was rewarded by the feel of those swollen milk-filled breasts of hers press against my chest.
She was crying non-stop now, and muttering something incomprehensible even as she rested against me, held on her feet only because I was holding her up. Not knowing what else to do, I just held her head pressed against my chest with my left hand, even as I gently massaged her back with my right. Her ghunghat had fallen off her head now, and I could see the smooth flawless skin of her back above the cut of her blouse from behind. My fingers could also feel the contours of the thick-strapped bra she wore under her blouse. My cock lurched in spite of myself, and I prayed that she wouldn’t note it as my crotch was mashed against her belly. She was a short woman, and looking down I could see the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair.
“Shh … shh …” I shushed her, gently rubbing her back, even as she clung on to me with her hands wrapped around my back, her lush body heaving as the sobs wracked her body. Gradually her sobs subsided, and her body stopped quivering. However, I held her in my arms, continuing to try to soothe her. I was wracking my brains trying to figure out, what was making her cry so much; and more importantly, why she had come back.
Slowly she lifted her face up from where it was buried in my chest, and gazed at the wet spot on my white t-shirt that had formed due to her copious tears. Instinctively, she reached out to touch it and attempted to wipe it with her hand, muttering “Oh … maine to aap ki shirt bigaad di …” “Oh bhabhi … aap bhi na …” I chided her gently, gently lifting up her face by her chin. She clasped my hand to her cheeks where I had touched her, and looking into my eyes through her teary red eyes, said in a tearful voice “Jignesh bhai … main … mujhe … mujhe pataa nahi kya ho gaya thha … maine … maine na jaane aapse kya kya keh diya …”
Pausing, she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing, and then continued in a faltering voice “Main … main … aapke paas paise maangne nahi aayi thhi … sach bol rahi hoon main, Jignesh bhai … main aapse paise nahin maangne aayi thhi …” she repeated herself, shaking her head vigorously as if to reaffirm what she was saying. Her big dark eyes on that pretty fair round face nearly melted my heart, and with a sigh of genuine feeling, I cupped her soft face in my palms.
Looking into her eyes, I said earnestly “Bhabhi … please … aap mujhe sharminda mat keejiye … main jaanto hoon ki aap mujhse paise maangne nahi aaye thhe … is liye … is liye to main e aap se keh raha thha ki aap mujhe galat na samjhe …” trying my best to assuage her hurt pride. That’s when I realized that she was still holding the money I had given her, clenched in her fist. Lifting her hands, she opened her palms, and trying to push the money into my hands, said “Main aapse yeh paise nahi le sakti Jignesh bhai … nahi … nahi … nahi …” she kept repeating, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks even though she had stopped sobbing. I was touched well and truly by now.
I was not sure of what to do, because I had never experienced any woman refuse money, not when she really needed it. Afraid that I might hurt her pride, but feeling guilty at the same time that deep inside, I was hoping that she’d become indebted enough to me, to offer herself to me; I took the crumpled notes from her hand. Looking down at the money, I said in a hurt tone “Theek hai bhabhi, agar aapko itna bura laga to main yeh waapas le leta hoon … mera iraada aapko dukh pahunchaane ka nahi thha …” clenching my jaws.
She gazed into my eyes, torn between her hesitation to take the money and the hurt she knew she was causing me. “Jignesh bhai …” she breathed, and then dropped her head and shook her head, unable to continue. I let out a deep sigh, and extracting myself from her embrace, said to her in lighter tone “Chaliye … chhodiye in sab baaton ko … aap thhodi der yahaan par aaram kariye … main aapke liye paani lekar aata hoon …” not knowing what else to do. As I went into the kitchen and was pouring out a glass of cold water into a glass, I heard her footsteps behind me.
Turning around, I saw her standing right behind me. Reaching out to touch me on my arms tentatively, she breathed “Jignesh bhai …” her words failing her once again. Her pink cheeks were flushed red, and her rosy lips were quivering. She was one of those women who looked absolutely beautiful even without an iota of make-up. And the fact that her skin had that unique glow that only pregnant or recently delivered women had, made her look all the more alluring.
Forcing a smile on my face, I said “Bhabhi … pehle to aap mujhe Jignesh ‘bhai’ bulaana band keejiye … main aap se umar mein chhota hoon … aur mujhe agar aap apna dost samajhti hain … to mujhe sirf Jignesh hi bulaaiye …” Hearing these words, she looked into my eyes intently once again, and said softly “Haan … aap … aap mere dost hi nahin … aap to mere …” she stopped herself. Then as if as an afterthought, she added “Haan … main aapko Jignesh bulaaungi …” she said with some emotion, her eyes giving me that strange mystical look.
Lowering her gaze to my feet again, she said softly “Main … main yahaan par aayi thhi kucch aur ke liye … aur … aur main to apni hi roni lekar baith gayi …” in a tone that was genuinely contrite. “Mujhe to Mayuri maasi ne kaha thha … ki aapko … meri …” she said in a low voice, leaving her sentence unfinished. Even though I was a horny unprincipled bastard, this was too much for me to take, and I turned away from her, ashamed of myself to the core. Part of me was wishing she’d just go away, and not make me feel ashamed of myself any more.
With my back to her, I hung my head shamefully, and said “Bhabhi … mujhe maaf kar do … maine aapko galat nazar se dekha … mera iraada woh nahi thha … woh bas … bas ek baar … mere mooh se galti se nikal gaya … Mayuri aunty ke saamne … ki … ki … mujhe …” clenching my jaw again, unable to say the truth. Turning around to face her, I folded my hands in placation, and said “Bhabhi …mujhe maaf kar do … mujhe maaf kar do …” my voice breaking. She just looked at me, a strange expression on her face, her long eyelashes blinking rapidly. “Main bura aadmi nahi hoon, bhabhi … main bura aadmi nahi hoon …” I pleaded, shaking my head in self denial.
Still holding my hands folded in the apologetic gesture, I continued “Aap bas … in paiso ko inkaar mat keejiye … ye to … ye to sirf paise hain … inki aaj mujhse zyaada aapko zaroorat hai … is liye inhe aap please rakh leejiye … please …” my voice beseeching. Seeing no response from her expect for that enigmatic gaze, I asked “Bhabhi … aap meri baat sun rahi hain …” She just nodded her head affirmatively, not saying a word. “Bhabhi …” I continued “… mera iraada … aapko paise dekar … mera koi iraada nahi thha … aapke samman ko thhes pahunchaane ka …”
Once again, there was only that fixed gaze from her, her eyes watery, and her eyelids blinking rapidly. Her lips were moving almost imperceptibly, as if she was talking to herself, but she wasn’t saying a word to me. Reaching out to take her hands in mine, I said to her in a fierce whisper “Bhabhi … aap meri baat samajh rahi hain?” In response, she nodded again, and continued to look into my eyes with that strange incomprehensible expression. I was at my wits end by now. Never had I expected things to reach a stage where I was just not in control of what was happening.
Taking a deep breath to control my emotions, I said in a low but firm voice “Bhabhi … agar … agar aap ye paise nahi lengi … to … to mujhe lagega ki aapne mujhe maaf nahi kiya … is liye … please …” my eyes almost pleading with her to take the money, even as I tried to press the crumpled notes into her hands. To my surprise, she took the money from me silently, and then proceeded to raise the notes to touch her forehead, and then her lips. Opening her old worn black purse, she put the money inside carefully, smoothing the crumpled notes.
As she looked up, I began “Bhabhi … aapne mujhe maaf …” Before I could complete my sentence, she cut me off my reaching up to pull my face towards hers, and press her lips to mine. “Jignesh …” she whispered fiercely, her lips parting and her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise, and was stunned into immobility.
She literally clamped her lips on my mine, and kissed me with all her pent up passion, pressing her ripe luscious body and those incredibly swollen breasts to me. Recovering from my stunned surprise, I groaned and wrapping my hands around her slender back, pulled her towards me. I opened my mouth and managed to mumble “Oh Alka bhabhi …” my words unintelligible, as her tongue intertwined with mine ferociously.