Tale of an Indian Housewife-2
As they say the first impression sometimes may become the last, but not this time,I was not only not able to make impression, I was wondering why I needed to have one. Anwar’s inquisitive look and smile had some inexplicably lingered on in my memory far too long .I kept brushing it out of my mind but it somehow always managed to creep back.
Rest of the journey, I kept peeking into the rear view to check if he was responding to my raised Ghunghat and he was prompt every time. There were occasional stops for refreshment but none in real sense coz all I could get was a small peek out. Now in a journey around 5 hours long its natural to get a call from nature. And I was having a great urge .I felt shy to ask for it to any of the men. I looked up through the rear view and our eyes met again. Probably he understood seeing the restlessness in my eyes .So he voluntarily stopped and got down from car to ease himself. So did my husband .I shuffled helplessly marooned by selfish hubby .My FIL looked back and asked if I wanted. To go out as well, I felt so shy to say yes yet nodded. He pointed go that way. It was meaningless for I was not looking anywhere. I did not wait for my hubby to come and assist even.
I came out and walked towards a secluded area behind some bushes raised the lower portion my saree, pulled down the panties and squatted and pent up fluid just flowed ,the relief was inexplicable. As I stood up so as not to soil my wedding dress, I kept it up and began raising my panty, suddenly I saw something moving from the corner of my eye, I looked in that direction and it was Anwar. My feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and my hands glued to myself. Nothing as such had happened ever in my life or may have happened but this was awkward. But it was going to turn worse, I heard my FIL coming from behind .I had no idea how far I was showing. Coming out of that split second of stillness which seemed like eternity, I dropped my saree and did not bother even pulling up my panty. I somehow managed to walk back with my bangles and jewellery all jingling, which made me even more aware of my predicament and all the more embarrassing. In fact I did not even bother to hear my FIL say sorry .My Hubby seemed completely unaware what had happened. I huddled back onto my seat, the panty still stuck below my hip and on my thighs. What was happening!!.
I did not have the guts to look into the rear view mirror still impulsively I looked up. Thankfully he was not looking this time.
We did finally reach my in laws house .My mother in law was waiting for the welcoming ceremony and that done I was shown my resting place. As per Hindu tradition bride and groom cannot be together after all age old rituals are done. And all rituals must be done at auspicious hours calculated by priest and as luck would have it those rituals were to be held the next day. Till then I had to stay in that room. My MIL asked me to freshen up, I needed to badly. After that was done was formally introduced with f****y members, My husband’s younger s****r Sarita her husband Manoj whom I could not see properly .My Husband’s young b*****r Rohit who must have been in early 20s.Finally I was formally Introduced to Anwar ,he quipped ‘we have met already haven’t we Bhabbhi? ‘ to which everyone laughed. Why was this funny I never understood. It is typical Indian humour, laughing on non-existent joke .And that was normal but in the light of what happened few hours back, it made me feel was there an undertone to it. Meeting various other relatives continued. k**s loitered around me. Women continued their petty chatter. Young girls sat beside me asking petty question whose answers were not going to help them in their lives in any way.
It was late in the when thankfully my s****r in law stopped bragging about her in laws ,her neighbour’s in laws and How Some host of Sharma jis and Warma jis have been nice to them or bad to them. She finally took pity on me and asked ‘Bhabhi you must be feeling tired’ it’s pretty late ,I am leaving ,you go to sl**p’ .Golden words, I obliged. I am a woman of few words bit intrusive and two year stint in corporate world made me aloof from the likings of normal Indian woman. Being in this household surrounded by so many women was overwhelming. I knew my time as housewife would be a sea change compared to free and thoughtful life I have had so far.
Satish was kissing me fervently pinching my boobs playing with my nipples trying to pull down my panties ,in the process kissing my navel, I in my ecstasy raise his head to kiss him and no its Anwar. ’Haven’t we met before bhabhi’. Something strikes me deep from within a sharp pang, I am trying to run away towards the car but there is none, I look back and see my father in law holding my saree ‘Sorry I did not see you’. I scurry across but where is Satish. He is nowhere. I am about to collapse, when I hear someone banging the door calling out my name, its Sarita and Umang Bhabhi. I wake up sweating profusely. Thank god it was just a nightmare. I begin collecting myself .Strangely I find my blouse completely unbuttoned.my saree has been lifted above my waist and my panties are missing. My pussy was wet, it felt like somebody had been licking it recently. Impulsively I look around, was some else was in the room, I could see none. I quickly buttoned my blouse and set my saree and rushed to the door where Sarita’s k** had been banging it for eternity now. Sarita smiled and said ’Bhabhi get ready for the rituals fast’ I said yes, and went back.
I brushed and took bath got ready .All the rituals began but my mind continued to wander, was there someone last night with me, or was I just dreaming and imagining things. But if it were so why I was in such a condition, where were my panties, I sure did wear them. How did he manage to get in? And above all who was it?