After their love marriage, when Komal came as a ‘bahu’ in this family she was 25 and Dhiraj, her husband 26. Bimala Devi, her mother in law, was a widow of a strong personality but was friendly with her bahu. "Mujhe pota ka muh kabh dikhaoge?" Bimala Devi used to say before Tuku was born. It was hardly 3 months after that when Dhiraj had a car accident that paralyzed him reduceing him to an expensive burden for the family. It is unclear if he can really see or hear.
-"kisiki buri nazar laag gayi hai mere bete par", Bimala Devi says nowadays, “Ek bimar ho gaya, aur dusra sharabi."
-"Aap chinta na kijiye maaji, Suraj sambhal lega dhire dhire.”
Bimala Devi's 'ladla beta' Suraj was born to her in her late years. From his childhood Suraj was very demanding. There is nothing that he wished to have but he could not --- except one thing! Komal is tall, fair and beautiful; but these are not why Suraj feels the 'pull' towards her. It is her loving nature! Suraj doesn’t know what name could be appropriate for this strange attraction. Is it love, or a desire or just an illusion? Suraj turns 21 and Komal 30, but his feelings still remain bottled up deep inside his heart like a poem yet to be written!
-"Mere bete to koi kaam ka nahin rahe. Kebal tum hi kuch kar sakti ho bahu!"
- “Main? M’main kya kar sakti hun, Maaji".
-“Tabh tak bahut der ho jayega! Jo kuch karna hai, abbhi karna parega!”
-“Aap kehna kya chahte hai? Agar mere layek koi kaam ho, to bataiye!.”
A smile unfolds between the lips of Bimala Devi, but the lines of worries in her forehead belie her smile. "Jaisa ki tumne keh diya, karna bhi utna hi aasan tumhare liye", she says.
-“Maaji, mujhe kuch samajh mein aaye tabh to!”
Bimala Devi continues, " Kya tum nahin samajhti kiun mera Suraj har raat sharab pikar laut-ta hai? Kiun shadi karne se inkaar karta hai, jab ki mera dar ye tha ki woh Dhiraj se pahle hi na shadi kar baithe?"
-“Maaji aap chinta na kijiye, main raaji karwaoongi Suraj ko. Jarur karega woh shadi.”
-“Agar karega to woh bazaru 'Mini' se karega, jisse halat aur bigar jayega. Dekho bahu, agar ye sirf uska aapna zindagi ka mamla hota to main shayad itna nahin sochti, lekin ye pura pariwaar ke liye ek sawaal hai. Zara socho. Aagar us Mini ne is ghar mein apni jaga bana li, to Dhiraj ka treatment aur humara Tuku ka kya hoga?”
Komal knew from the day one, how Suraj liked her closeness, how an accidental touch made his breath fast, and how he looked on at her teeth when she giggled at his jokes. Unlike Dhiraj, who was cold in nature, Suraj feels warm! Suraj nowadays stares at her breasts more than before. Komal smiles and wonders why. May be, his weakness is her nipples, as they got larger after she became a mother.
-"Bahu! kya soch rahi ho?" Bimala devi starts Komal. "Dekho bahu, tum pari likhi ho....smart bhi ho, samjhogi. Hum sabki bhalai isi mein hai ki Suraj shadi hi na kare, ………lekin….”
-‘Lekin?
-“Jo chiz ke liye woh bahar rahta hai, woh usse ghar par hi mile!"
Bimala Devi's message is clearing off the mists now! But Komal wants it certain and direct.
-“Maaji aap jo keh rahi hai....mera matlab, main jaisa samajh rahi hoon ki aap keh rahi hai........ kya woh..."
-"Kiun na bhala?", Bimala Devi comes close and catches hold of her bahu's hands.."Suraj man hi man tumhe chahta hai. Main uska maa hoon, isi liye samajhti hoon.”
-“Maaji!!” She fakes a surprise, “ Kya ye paap nahin hoga? Agar kisiko……”
-“To baithe raho zindagi bhar apni paralysed pati ko lekar, aur dekhte raho barbadi!! Mahabharat nahin pari kya? Draupadi ke bare mein nahin suni? Sab halaat pe depend karte hai bahu."Bimala Devi leaves to another room!
Komal remains still, walking briskly through her pasts! It was hardly a month after her marriage, when she first caught Suraj right behind the door of her bathroom. She saw his image in the shiny watery floor as she soaped herself. She follows Bimala Devi to her room.
-"Maaji, main to utna khubsoorat bhi nahin rahi, aur Tuku hone ke baad,..."
"Ho! Ho!!" out comes her laughter. "Yaad nahin maine kya kaha tha tumhare shadi ke baad?"
Yes, Komal remembers and blushes again like she did when she had heard Bimala Devi say "Angrezi mein ‘Bahu’ ki matlab hai 'many', ek aisi aurat, jiski ek nahin, balki bahut saare rup hote hai. Ek mard ek aurat mein maa ki mamta ko dhoondte hai, aur ek byeshya ka besharmi ko bhi!"
"Jee Maaji", Bimala Devi is pleased as Komal begins to sound positive.
"Sambhog aur bhojan mein jyada farq nahin hota! Ek achhi parivesh mein ache se paribeshan karo, aur khane mein har paanch indriya, yaani sense organ ko mazaa do, tabhi mahaa indriya, yaani main organ ko mazaa aata!!”, Bimala Devi concludes without looking at her.
Komal looks at her watch and comes to her room. She spoon-feeds the evening medicine to Dhiraj. Wiping off the dripping medicine from his chin, she kisses him and whspers-"Sorry dear!"
Dhiraj looks on strangely from his bed as Komal enters the bathroom. She just remembers what Phholmati once said. Phoolmati is not only their maid but also like her 'saheli'. "Har mard ek jaisa hi hote hai. Daru pike agar koi adhi nangi aurat ko dekh liya, to samjho loha garam!", and she would laugh!
"Dhyat! kaisi gandi baaten karti hai re tu? Chhhi!" She would say.
She strips before the mirror and looks at herself. "Oh dear! Your mother in law is begging you to fuck her lil son! Please don't refuse!”, she laughs.
Suraj is much sober today as he had no plans to go to Mini. She wears a weird perfume and he hates perfumes! He wishes he knew if Komal bhabi wears any, or is it her natural bodily smell that lingers around her haunting him day and night?
Thak Thak Thak!!!
Oh God! It's 12 O' clock again! Suraj looks at the watch as he knocks at the main door! He hates to disturb Mom at this hour but can’t help it!
The door opens…b'but...
It’s Komal Bhabi standing before him! Her dreamy eyes straight at his, her lips glowing in the dim recess light of the doorway. That’s her style, he thinks. No lipsticks, no blushes, but she is all that rosy! She wore a seductive pink chiffon saree using her pallu to cover herself like a shawl.
"Bhabi, aap? ahm, I’m sorry, but Mom kidhar?"
Aisi koi baat nahin, Maaji ka sar dookh raha tha. Goli lekar so gayi. chalo tum kapre badal lo, main tumhare liye khana garam karti hoon!" When she reaches for the door he notices 'churiyaan' in her hands and a pair of payels in her ankles. "Bhabiji, aap phirse pahle ki tarah dance to practice nahi kar rahi thi? Yea koi special day hai aaj?" She realizes that his eyes are scanning her from head to toes. She winks one eye saying "everyday could a special day.." and goes past him.
While passing him, she lightly brushes up against Suraj. This happens, Suraj thought, but this one felt quite different! The moment Suraj turns behind her; he knows she has no blouse on! Komal's long hanging hair barely covered her gorgeous back! “God!” he gasps, “She wore her saree so low!”his eyes glued on her 'matakti' waistline and her hips as she walks. His chin stiffens as he gets an instant hard on!
He quickly goes to his room thinking. Soon it will be over and Bhabi will be gone and he will have to do the same fucking thing. He enters the bathroom and slams the door shut...
Komal hears the sound of the door. She hurriedly enters his room, comes near the bathroom and says "Suraj, main bahar tumhara intezaar kar rahi hoon, zara jaldi karo!”
Then she lowers her voice, “Baas samajh lo ki Khana bilkul garam hai!"
His ears feel hot! Why the fuck does he get a second meaning in everything? As bhabi is around, Suraj has no choice. After a quick wash he comes out in a pajama. Without looking at her, he opens the mini fridge in his room, and takes out the bottle of 'hot dog'. As he turns the cap, Komal takes the bottle from his hand touching his hands warmly. "Nahin Suraj, tum already pi kar ho, ab aur nahin".
Suraj keeps looking at her soft moist hand that has just touched him, still…. bewildered, trying hard to control his breath!
"Amm.., thik hai,… itna sa, ok?" Komal prepares a drink and gives to him.
Suraj takes it and finishes it at one go. There, there! Now he can open his eyes widely and shamelessly to look straight at her! Komal keeps wetting her lips with her tongue humming a tune looking at the wall.
Phoolmati's words haunt Komal. Why adhi nangi and not fully nangi? God knows and perhaps, men like Suraj knows! Suraj is about six feet, brown in complexion, with a thick moustache and a gaping mouth, -all that a woman needs to satisfy herself. She turns slightly on the sofa and bends a little to allow him his favorite angle of gazing. Her left breast is almost bare now! It looks so full! She could feel the warmth on it radiating from his eyes! The thought of herself with a muscled and drunk Suraj in bed makes her wet. "It feels hot!" she sighs.
-“Bhabi, thoda sa aur, please! Wanna make it a special day like y’ said" his words sound a bit jumbled.
- “Good!, Niyat achhi hai!”, she winks, “but this time I will not allow you to finish it that quickly. Jyada pine se admi woh kaam thikse nahin kar pata, jo woh karna chahte hai!”
-“What do you mean by ‘woh kaam’?” he blurts, unsure if he got a second meaning again!
She crooks her lips, "I mean, kuch bhi!", and prepares another drink. She moves closer and holds the tumbler under his lips. He pulls her hand slightly to get a bigger sip. His head, which started to feel heavy by now, suddenly slips from the armrest of the sofa and drops right into Komal's warm lap. Woh! Like a simple child, Suraj feels as if he belongs here! He turns to face her crotch and holds the hands of Komal and draws them over his face. Komal starts stroking his cheeks with her hands. She bends a little and let loose all her hair round her head.
-"kisiki buri nazar laag gayi hai mere bete par", Bimala Devi says nowadays, “Ek bimar ho gaya, aur dusra sharabi."
-"Aap chinta na kijiye maaji, Suraj sambhal lega dhire dhire.”
Bimala Devi's 'ladla beta' Suraj was born to her in her late years. From his childhood Suraj was very demanding. There is nothing that he wished to have but he could not --- except one thing! Komal is tall, fair and beautiful; but these are not why Suraj feels the 'pull' towards her. It is her loving nature! Suraj doesn’t know what name could be appropriate for this strange attraction. Is it love, or a desire or just an illusion? Suraj turns 21 and Komal 30, but his feelings still remain bottled up deep inside his heart like a poem yet to be written!
-"Mere bete to koi kaam ka nahin rahe. Kebal tum hi kuch kar sakti ho bahu!"
- “Main? M’main kya kar sakti hun, Maaji".
-“Tabh tak bahut der ho jayega! Jo kuch karna hai, abbhi karna parega!”
-“Aap kehna kya chahte hai? Agar mere layek koi kaam ho, to bataiye!.”
A smile unfolds between the lips of Bimala Devi, but the lines of worries in her forehead belie her smile. "Jaisa ki tumne keh diya, karna bhi utna hi aasan tumhare liye", she says.
-“Maaji, mujhe kuch samajh mein aaye tabh to!”
Bimala Devi continues, " Kya tum nahin samajhti kiun mera Suraj har raat sharab pikar laut-ta hai? Kiun shadi karne se inkaar karta hai, jab ki mera dar ye tha ki woh Dhiraj se pahle hi na shadi kar baithe?"
-“Maaji aap chinta na kijiye, main raaji karwaoongi Suraj ko. Jarur karega woh shadi.”
-“Agar karega to woh bazaru 'Mini' se karega, jisse halat aur bigar jayega. Dekho bahu, agar ye sirf uska aapna zindagi ka mamla hota to main shayad itna nahin sochti, lekin ye pura pariwaar ke liye ek sawaal hai. Zara socho. Aagar us Mini ne is ghar mein apni jaga bana li, to Dhiraj ka treatment aur humara Tuku ka kya hoga?”
Komal knew from the day one, how Suraj liked her closeness, how an accidental touch made his breath fast, and how he looked on at her teeth when she giggled at his jokes. Unlike Dhiraj, who was cold in nature, Suraj feels warm! Suraj nowadays stares at her breasts more than before. Komal smiles and wonders why. May be, his weakness is her nipples, as they got larger after she became a mother.
-"Bahu! kya soch rahi ho?" Bimala devi starts Komal. "Dekho bahu, tum pari likhi ho....smart bhi ho, samjhogi. Hum sabki bhalai isi mein hai ki Suraj shadi hi na kare, ………lekin….”
-‘Lekin?
-“Jo chiz ke liye woh bahar rahta hai, woh usse ghar par hi mile!"
Bimala Devi's message is clearing off the mists now! But Komal wants it certain and direct.
-“Maaji aap jo keh rahi hai....mera matlab, main jaisa samajh rahi hoon ki aap keh rahi hai........ kya woh..."
-"Kiun na bhala?", Bimala Devi comes close and catches hold of her bahu's hands.."Suraj man hi man tumhe chahta hai. Main uska maa hoon, isi liye samajhti hoon.”
-“Maaji!!” She fakes a surprise, “ Kya ye paap nahin hoga? Agar kisiko……”
-“To baithe raho zindagi bhar apni paralysed pati ko lekar, aur dekhte raho barbadi!! Mahabharat nahin pari kya? Draupadi ke bare mein nahin suni? Sab halaat pe depend karte hai bahu."Bimala Devi leaves to another room!
Komal remains still, walking briskly through her pasts! It was hardly a month after her marriage, when she first caught Suraj right behind the door of her bathroom. She saw his image in the shiny watery floor as she soaped herself. She follows Bimala Devi to her room.
-"Maaji, main to utna khubsoorat bhi nahin rahi, aur Tuku hone ke baad,..."
"Ho! Ho!!" out comes her laughter. "Yaad nahin maine kya kaha tha tumhare shadi ke baad?"
Yes, Komal remembers and blushes again like she did when she had heard Bimala Devi say "Angrezi mein ‘Bahu’ ki matlab hai 'many', ek aisi aurat, jiski ek nahin, balki bahut saare rup hote hai. Ek mard ek aurat mein maa ki mamta ko dhoondte hai, aur ek byeshya ka besharmi ko bhi!"
"Jee Maaji", Bimala Devi is pleased as Komal begins to sound positive.
"Sambhog aur bhojan mein jyada farq nahin hota! Ek achhi parivesh mein ache se paribeshan karo, aur khane mein har paanch indriya, yaani sense organ ko mazaa do, tabhi mahaa indriya, yaani main organ ko mazaa aata!!”, Bimala Devi concludes without looking at her.
Komal looks at her watch and comes to her room. She spoon-feeds the evening medicine to Dhiraj. Wiping off the dripping medicine from his chin, she kisses him and whspers-"Sorry dear!"
Dhiraj looks on strangely from his bed as Komal enters the bathroom. She just remembers what Phholmati once said. Phoolmati is not only their maid but also like her 'saheli'. "Har mard ek jaisa hi hote hai. Daru pike agar koi adhi nangi aurat ko dekh liya, to samjho loha garam!", and she would laugh!
"Dhyat! kaisi gandi baaten karti hai re tu? Chhhi!" She would say.
She strips before the mirror and looks at herself. "Oh dear! Your mother in law is begging you to fuck her lil son! Please don't refuse!”, she laughs.
Suraj is much sober today as he had no plans to go to Mini. She wears a weird perfume and he hates perfumes! He wishes he knew if Komal bhabi wears any, or is it her natural bodily smell that lingers around her haunting him day and night?
Thak Thak Thak!!!
Oh God! It's 12 O' clock again! Suraj looks at the watch as he knocks at the main door! He hates to disturb Mom at this hour but can’t help it!
The door opens…b'but...
It’s Komal Bhabi standing before him! Her dreamy eyes straight at his, her lips glowing in the dim recess light of the doorway. That’s her style, he thinks. No lipsticks, no blushes, but she is all that rosy! She wore a seductive pink chiffon saree using her pallu to cover herself like a shawl.
"Bhabi, aap? ahm, I’m sorry, but Mom kidhar?"
Aisi koi baat nahin, Maaji ka sar dookh raha tha. Goli lekar so gayi. chalo tum kapre badal lo, main tumhare liye khana garam karti hoon!" When she reaches for the door he notices 'churiyaan' in her hands and a pair of payels in her ankles. "Bhabiji, aap phirse pahle ki tarah dance to practice nahi kar rahi thi? Yea koi special day hai aaj?" She realizes that his eyes are scanning her from head to toes. She winks one eye saying "everyday could a special day.." and goes past him.
While passing him, she lightly brushes up against Suraj. This happens, Suraj thought, but this one felt quite different! The moment Suraj turns behind her; he knows she has no blouse on! Komal's long hanging hair barely covered her gorgeous back! “God!” he gasps, “She wore her saree so low!”his eyes glued on her 'matakti' waistline and her hips as she walks. His chin stiffens as he gets an instant hard on!
He quickly goes to his room thinking. Soon it will be over and Bhabi will be gone and he will have to do the same fucking thing. He enters the bathroom and slams the door shut...
Komal hears the sound of the door. She hurriedly enters his room, comes near the bathroom and says "Suraj, main bahar tumhara intezaar kar rahi hoon, zara jaldi karo!”
Then she lowers her voice, “Baas samajh lo ki Khana bilkul garam hai!"
His ears feel hot! Why the fuck does he get a second meaning in everything? As bhabi is around, Suraj has no choice. After a quick wash he comes out in a pajama. Without looking at her, he opens the mini fridge in his room, and takes out the bottle of 'hot dog'. As he turns the cap, Komal takes the bottle from his hand touching his hands warmly. "Nahin Suraj, tum already pi kar ho, ab aur nahin".
Suraj keeps looking at her soft moist hand that has just touched him, still…. bewildered, trying hard to control his breath!
"Amm.., thik hai,… itna sa, ok?" Komal prepares a drink and gives to him.
Suraj takes it and finishes it at one go. There, there! Now he can open his eyes widely and shamelessly to look straight at her! Komal keeps wetting her lips with her tongue humming a tune looking at the wall.
Phoolmati's words haunt Komal. Why adhi nangi and not fully nangi? God knows and perhaps, men like Suraj knows! Suraj is about six feet, brown in complexion, with a thick moustache and a gaping mouth, -all that a woman needs to satisfy herself. She turns slightly on the sofa and bends a little to allow him his favorite angle of gazing. Her left breast is almost bare now! It looks so full! She could feel the warmth on it radiating from his eyes! The thought of herself with a muscled and drunk Suraj in bed makes her wet. "It feels hot!" she sighs.
-“Bhabi, thoda sa aur, please! Wanna make it a special day like y’ said" his words sound a bit jumbled.
- “Good!, Niyat achhi hai!”, she winks, “but this time I will not allow you to finish it that quickly. Jyada pine se admi woh kaam thikse nahin kar pata, jo woh karna chahte hai!”
-“What do you mean by ‘woh kaam’?” he blurts, unsure if he got a second meaning again!
She crooks her lips, "I mean, kuch bhi!", and prepares another drink. She moves closer and holds the tumbler under his lips. He pulls her hand slightly to get a bigger sip. His head, which started to feel heavy by now, suddenly slips from the armrest of the sofa and drops right into Komal's warm lap. Woh! Like a simple child, Suraj feels as if he belongs here! He turns to face her crotch and holds the hands of Komal and draws them over his face. Komal starts stroking his cheeks with her hands. She bends a little and let loose all her hair round her head.