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We are an orthodox Muslim family living in U P. My father name is Saifuddin Khan is working in Dubai and he is there for the last about 10-12 years. He is working as a carpenter there. We live in a village near Lucknow. We are 3 members in our family. Me Ahmad Khan age about 22 years and a student in a local college. My mother name is Kulsum Khan am, aged about 45 years and my elder sister Salma aged about 28 years.My sister is about 6 years elder to me and so she has already been married in a nearby village. As with the most of Indian Muslims, we are also less educated family. I am also doing simple BA. My sister was just 10 class pass and my brother in law is a teacher of Urdu in local Madrassa (religious school). My sister is married for about 8 years now but she is still childless. This is the biggest problem in our family these days. As in orthodox Indian society being childless and that also in a village community is the biggest problem. My sister is very beautiful and plump.

This is a true story of myself and my widow mother. I am Imran Khan, 22 years old and live in Lucknow. In our house, there lives my Ammijaan Nafisa and my sister Aamna.My sister is about 24 years old but due to poverty in the house, we are still not able to get her married yet. My father Abdul Mehboob had died about 3 year back in a road accident. He was hospitalized for many months, before his death, which drained all of our savings in the bank, but he could not survive.I was studying in graduation then, but due to depleting financial position of the house, I had to give up my education and now I am working I a small factory on a smaller salary.The medical bills of my father had rendered us poor and my meager salary is just sufficient to make the both ends meet in our home. Due to our orthodox Muslim culture, there is no chance of my Ammijaan or sister to go out and do some job. So due to this we are still unable to save for his dowry and get her married.In our city, the ladies wear

Standing on the platform eagerly waiting for the train to come was Adithya. He kept looking at his watch and found it reading 3 minutes to 6 p.m. He was getting impatient as the train carrying his mother was destined to reach at 6.Adithya looked forward to meet his mother who was joining him as his wife Rashmi had gone to her mother's house for the first time after marriage. He stood with abated breath waiting for the train to come and when he heard the shrill whistle of the train he was relieved.Adithya was pleased when he saw his mother alight. It was almost 8 months since he had last seen her and today his joy knew no bounds when he hugged his mother and welcomed her.Nanda a cherubic woman in her early forties was enchanted to see her son after a long time and seeing him her eyes were filled.Adithya carrying her luggage escorted her to his car and soon they reached his apartment. Nanda was pleased to see her son who in a span of 8 months had done wonders and was well settled in his

Ravi Chopra was cruising 10,000 feet above sea level in the Boeing in which he was traveling from U.K to India. It was about to land in a short time. He was daydreaming about his mother whom he had not seen since past three years. It was a long wait and now that he was so close his apprehension was growing by the second. He was getting impatient and was biting his nails. His joy knew no bounds when he heard the voice 'fasten your seat belts' and he jumped into thin air when he felt aircraft landing on the tarmac.Mala short for Malathi Chopra was also in the same frame of mind, waiting for her son at the Airport. She could not believe herself when she saw the Boeing landing. She too could not believe she would be seeing her son in a few moments. Three years? Three years was too long a wait for her and now when the time had come to see her son, it was like seeing God.It was not just three years that Mala had suffered. It was three years and three months precisely since the tragedy fell

Smitha aged around 40 years, a landlady holding assets worth millions and mother of 19 year old Suresh was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep as she felt her nightgown being ripped away from her body and before she could come out of her sleep, she felt the heavy weight of a man empower her and pin her to the king size bed.Being imprisoned in his hold she felt his rough hands slide down her back and on reaching her panties they ripped the thin garment away from her body. On being stripped, Smitha felt the man's hand viciously reach over her chest and en-circling her arms they gripped her shoulders powerfully, bruising her tender skin. As Smitha was being manhandled she started to take deep breaths and when she felt his hot cock poking between her buttocks she bit her lips tightly waiting for him to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and assault her.It took just a few seconds for the man to penetrate her from behind and when his cock got lodged in her almost dry cunt, he started to

ஆண்டு கி.பி.2035கழுத்தில் கட்டியிருந்த எனது டையை சரி செய்துவிட்டு நிமிர்ந்த என் அம்மாவை நான் கண்ணிமைக்காமல் பார்த்தேன். இந்த வயதிலும் எவ்வளவு அழகாய் இருக்கிறாள் இவள்? இளமையில் எப்படி இருந்திருப்பாள்? எத்தனை ஆண்களின் கனவை திருடியிருப்பாள்?"என்னடா அப்படி பாக்குற?""ரொம்ப அழகா இருக்குற மம்மி. மாடர்ன் டிரஸ் போட்டா எப்படி இருப்ப தெரியுமா? நீ என்னடான்னா இன்னும் அந்த காலத்து

Meena had left no stone unturned while arranging for her son's twenty first birthday. She had gone that extra mile in inviting his friends and today looking at the gathering she was hopeful that she might find that one person she was looking for.She was looking for that one beautiful damsel who would be Rajesh's bride. She wanted to have her son married and today her eyes looked down on all the girls present hoping against hope that she would find the one she was after. She mingled with the girls, chatted with them and by the time the party came to an end she had short listed three of them.As Meena moved around Rajesh's friends eyed her all the time. They were in a dilemma as they could not place her. They argued that she could be Rajesh's aunt if not his sister and finally when she was introduced they found it hard to believe that she was his mother. Meena though in her early forties looked not a day more than thirty six.The next day in the college campus the talk was about Meena.

ஈரோடு மாவட்டம் அந்தியூர் அருகே ஒரு விவசாயக்குடும்பத்தில் பிறந்த சண்முகம், தனது பரம்பரையிலேயே ஒரு விதிவிலக்காக முதுகலைப் பட்டம் பெற்றிருந்தான்.இருப்பினும், தாய் வழிப்பாட்டனாருக்கு உதவியாக அவரது நிலபுலங்களைக் கவனித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தான். சண்முகத்தின் அப்பா, அவரது பண்ணையில் பணி புரிந்திருந்த ஒரு பெண்ணை இழுத்துக்கொண்டு குடும்பத்தை நிர்க்கதியாக விட்டு விட்டு ஓடி

ஜெயலக்ஷ்மி பரப்பரப்புடன் காணப்பட்டாள். இட்லியை கூக்கரில் ஊத்திவைத்துவிட்டு. மிக்சியில் சட்னி அரைத்தாள். இன்னும் கொஞ்ச நேரத்தில் தமிழ்நாடு எக்ஸ்பிரஸ் சென்னை சென்ட்ரலை தொட்டுவிடும். ஜெயலட்சுமிக்கு 45 வயது.பொறுப்பான குடும்ப தலைவி. மூன்று பிள்ளைகளுக்கு தாய். இரண்டு மகள் ஒரே மகன் . ரெண்டு மகளையும் கல்யாணம் பண்ணி கொடுத்தாகி விட்டது.மகன் பிலானியில் இன்ஜினீயரிங் படித்து

காலை ஏழரை மணி இருக்கும். நான் சோபாவில் அமர்ந்து கொண்டு காபி குடித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். என் அப்பா ஆபீசுக்கும், தங்கை வித்யா காலேஜுக்கும் கிளம்பி ரெடியாகி இருந்தார்கள். அப்பாவின் ஆபீசுக்கு பக்கத்தில் தான் வித்யாவின் காலேஜ் இருக்கிறது. தினமும் அப்பாவே தன் ஸ்கூட்டரில் அவளை டிராப் செய்து விடுவார்.அம்மா கிச்சனில் இருந்து வெளிப்பட்டு ஹாலுக்குள் நுழைந்தாள். அப்பாவிடம்