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The party was going on in full swing. It was to celebrate my husbands' boss being a father of a baby boy. I am Nina. 29 years of age, married to Vivek for the last 6 years. We have no children as we have decided to delay being parents till we settle down with a good financial base. Vivek, my husband, who is 2 years older than me, was working as an Engineer for Mr. Raghavan's firm since the last many years and they had become very good friends; in fact we had become very good family friends, - visiting each others' houses, for lunches and dinners or just a casual drink.Komal, Raghavan's wife had delivered a day earlier and was at her parents' house, which was a day's travel. Komal had gone to her parents place for delivery, as is the tradition in Indian houses, since the last three months and Raghavan & Vivek either had their meals in hotels or sometimes came home for lunch or a casual dinner on weekends. We had become very close friends. To celebrate this occasion, Raghavan had

The personal impact of a recession can bring out the best or the worst in people. In my case, it was both. But on balance, whether it good or bad, I still haven't been able to figure it out. Only time will tell, I guess. But I am getting ahead of myself.Let me start at the beginning. My name is Prerna and until a few months back, my husband Dhruv and I were living the vaunted Indian middle class dream. We were both working in mid-level positions in the same small but influential financial corporation. In fact we met as colleagues, became friends, then fell in love, and then got married. We had decided to postpone having children until I got promoted to a managerial position. So two decent incomes without any children translated into a pretty comfortable lifestyle. We had both grown up in families with financial troubles, so when we had a good income, we spared no expense at acquiring any luxuries. A sea-side 2 bedroom rented apartment in Juhu equipped with every luxury from a flat

Parvati expanded her territory by seeking out the larger kingdoms around her. She annexed Gwalior, then later Ajmer. She had perfected the technique of firmly squeezing kingdoms into submission. It was much cleaner than a full scale bloody assault and allowed easier assimilation of the conquered people. It involved 'retiring' the king of Gwalior; but sadly the king of Ajmer had to be beheaded. However, it proved to be a popular move because he had been a tyrant.Parvati stayed away from the Punjab. She was not yet ready for Mahmud of Ghazni.To the south lay a few kingdoms that stretched to the Vindhya Mountains. And beyond the mountains, rumors of great kingdoms. Of immediate interest to her were the kingdoms that lay to the east; in the lush plains fed by the great rivers -- Ganga and Jamuna. She set about annexing them, one by one.It was during this period of expansion that a wandering Brahmin demanded an audience with her. It was not at all unusual for ordinary citizens to meet the

Parvati knew that while her father was alive and in good health she and her child were safe, but what if something were to happen to him?She began preparing for that eventuality.From the Brahmins she learnt how to read and write. She knew neither because it was not thought necessary for girls to be literate, not even those of high birth. So, she had to start at the bottom-- the alphabet. From there she progressed in leaps and bounds, eventually reading whatever she could get her hands on -- from the classics to the most modern tomes that her father had collected in the Royal Library. Concomitantly she sat down with the Brahmins everyday to learn about Philosophy, Religion, Economics, Governance, Warfare and anything else they cared to throw at her.She learnt all the physical aspects of warfare -- hand to hand fighting, effective wielding of a sword, archery, and proficient horse riding. She was tall, lithe and well coordinated. Her strength would never be the equal of a man's but by

It was 1007 A.D. and Mahmud of Ghazni was preparing to raid Hindustan once again. Hindustan, which the British with their inability to curl their occidental tongues around alien consonants, and their arrogance as makers of history, would later rename India.And Christopher Columbus would set sail looking for it and rename Native Americans – Indians.But back to Mahmud.His forays were well planned. Crossing over the mountains as the winter snow melted, he would return to Afghanistan before the monsoon made it impossible to ford the rivers that made Hindustan so fertile and wealthy. His strategy was simple – attack, conquer, plunder and then move on. Not for him the administrative and political quagmire of ruling these Hindus. That would be left for the Mughals and the British to do. Pretending to superimpose law and order over anarchy, the British would prove to be the biggest plunderers. They would systematically denude the region of its wealth for two hundred years and leave behind

மெதுவா மாலதி அருகே உட்கார்ந்து அவள் கையை எடுத்து அவன் கைக்குள் வைக்க மாலதி லேசா கண் திறந்து பார்த்து அரை தூக்கத்தில் என்ன தம்பி போன வேலை முடிஞ்சுதா என்று கேட்க இளவரசன் முடிஞ்சுது அண்ணி வந்து குளிச்சு கூட முடிச்சுட்டேன் ஆனா உங்களை இப்படி பார்க்கும் போது என்னால் என்னையே கட்டுப்படுத்த முடியவில்லை என்றதும் தான் மாலதி அவன் வார்த்தைகளின் தன்மையை உணர்ந்து முழுசாக கண்

 அவன் பழைய நினைவுகளை சொல்ல சொல்ல எனக்கும் அந்த நினைவுகள் மனதில் வந்தன. ஆனால் அன்னைக்கு என்ன செய்கிறோம் என்று எல்லாம் தெரியாது. அவனுக்கு ஒரு இடத்திலே வீங்கி இருந்தது. அதை உருவி விட்டா வலி குறையும் என்ற எண்ணத்தில் தான் செய்தேன். ஆனால் அவன் சொன்னது போல அவன் பல்லாவில் இருந்து பசை போல என்னமோ வெள்ளையா வந்தது வந்ததும் அவன் பல்லா வீக்கம் குறைஞ்சுது போல தோன்றியது. அப்போ நான்

The next day went by uneventfully. I opened up my mom’s facebook account in front of her, using the first photo that I took of her face with my camera as her profile picture and used some of the more modest pictures from yesterday for her albums. I had either hidden or edited all the other more revealing pictures of her last night, before I went to bed. I was afraid of what she would think of all the pictures I had taken of her without her knowledge.My mom was very happy with the profile I created and I spent most of the Sunday trying to teach her how to use facebook and at her behest, I taught her how to navigate through the internet. We rarely have these mother-son emotional bonding moments and she was very happy with the amount of attention I was giving her. We even talked to my Dad over the phone and he said he’ll try to come back in a few weeks this time, which made both of use really excited since he’ll be bringing a lot of goodies with him. The day felt really normal

 மாலதி திரும்பி பார்த்ததை அரவிந்த் கவனிக்கவில்லை. மாலதி அவனோடு கொஞ்சம் விளையாட முடிவு செய்து அரவிந்த் என்று தெரியாதவள் போல தம்பி என்ன விளையாட்டு இது நான் உங்க அண்ணி இப்படி எல்லாம் அண்ணி கிட்டே செய்வீங்களா கையை எடுங்க அது சரி காலையில் தான் வருவீங்கன்னு சொல்லிட்டு போனீங்க இப்போவே வந்து விட்டீங்க அவள் பேசி கொண்டிருந்தாலும் மனசு அரவிந்த் முலைகளோடு விளையாடுவதை

My slumber broke quite late the next morning, about 10:00 AM. Surprisingly, when I woke up, I was sleeping on the carpet next to our empty sofa. There was no one to be found. I was covered in a thin blanket but when I peered inside, I knew I was naked. I put my hand inside and touched my limp cock which seemed quite sore from all the masturbations and the hand-jobs last night, and there was dried up cum on my pubic hairs, my inner thighs and over my scrotum. My thoughts drifted back to last night’s wild sexcapades which started with a leisurely card game and then gradually escalated to a full-blown orgy. I recalled the illicitly tight French-maid’s outfit that my sweet homely innocent mother was forced to wear by this perverted old dominator Uncle Shyam. I remembered how conservative my mom was only about a few months ago and how she had transformed into this slutty MILF, having sex with almost anyone and everyone who came in contact with her – from low-class perverts to African