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With an enigmatic mind, I slowly approached the guest room of the ashram. Rajkamal went off from my room minutes ago arranging his oils, etc. in his bag. I was trying to speculate who could have come here to meet me, but tried in vain, as I could not figure out anyone living near this place. I entered the room and was very surprised to see ‘mama-ji’!Me: Mama-ji! You! Here?Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani.Mama-ji was my mother-in-law’s brother. He was 50+ in age and remained unmarried throughout his life. Though he came in our marriage and participated actively, I have not seen him in recent times coming to our place. How could he know that I am here!Mama-ji: Actually this place is not far away from my residence. It’s an hour’s drive from there and when your mother-in-law called me up, I assured her that I would certainly pay a visit to you.Now I understood the whole story. I went forward to him and bent forward to touch his feet as a gesture of ‘pranam’. He held me by my arms and

Flashback:I was in class X then and I still remember that day quite vividly. It was a Saturday. It was an unusual Saturday. I will tell why I am saying that. We were a joint family; my father and his brother lived together. My grandmother was also alive. Thus at any point of time someone or the other was always available in the house. But that day the situation was very unusual as a close relative from my mother’s side died and my parents went there along with my aunt and elder sister. Even my grandmother went with them as she was close to her. I was alone in the house and since my uncle had night duty, all were away by the time he came back. Hence I was in the house with my uncle only.My uncle used to come back from his night duty at around 08:00 am and taking breakfast he used to go to sleep till noon. The only servant we had in the house was a maidservant who came regularly at 06:30 in the morning and prepared food, washed clothes and went away by noon. Since I did not have

At around 05:00 p.m. Meenakshi came to my room.Meenakshi: Madam, are you too tired?Me: No, no. On the contrary I am quite…I stopped for a moment. Is she aware of what happened at the tailor’s place? Uday seemed to be unaware when I came back with him, as he did not ask me anything. I was feeling very shy to ask Meenakshi directly though she was a woman.Meenakshi: Then fine Madam. You can go to visit the fair, which is very popular here. Its some distance away though, but should not be a problem if you start now.Me: Which fair are you talking about?Meenakshi: Madam, its an annual fair which takes place in a nearby village. And here we all will be busy, you might feel bore.I thought that would not be a bad idea, as I had nothing much to do in the ashram right now. Guru-ji and others would also be busy, as devotees from outside would come for a ‘darshan’ now. Hence I readily agreed.Meenakshi: Okay Madam, here is your new pad. Also please take the medicine. I will send Uday after

My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from my in laws also. I was really confused why this was happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very developed figure from my teenage itself. I never thought that I could land up in such a problem!I was 27 years then, had a somewhat fair complexion, 5 feet 2 inches height, oval face, and amply built. As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 32 breast size and flaring hips

This is Rakesh a Bengali business man . I am a poker freak guy who use to be in poker mania everyday. Every first Tuesday night of the month my friends gathered to eat, drink and play cards. Reddy 's Bar was the site for the festivities. Krishnankant Reddy a member of the group, set up the card game in the back room. There was plenty of privacy and an endless supply of food and booze.My wife Monami was 23 years old and was a house wife.We had developed healthy sexual relationship during our marriage. The mere site of Monami put me in the mood. After work I couldn't keep my hands off Monami. She didn't mind at all.I was a lucky man to have Monami asmy wife. She was young and beautiful and she loved me very much. she would do anything for meShe knew Monday night was my poker night. This particular Monday night she decided that she wanted to go along. She knew that I would try to talk her out of going, so she put on her sexiest outfit.Her white top and skirt were made of a thin stretchy

என்னுடைய பொருளாதார நிலைமை நன்றாகவே இருந்தது. ஆனால் அது எனக்கு போதுமானதாக இல்லை. பெரிய உயர்தட்டு மக்களை போல ரிச்சாக இருக்க வேண்டுமென நினைப்பேன். என் கவர்மென்ட் உத்தியோகத்தில் எனக்கு நிரந்தர வருமானம் உள்ளது. ஆனால் அதுமட்டும் எனக்கு போதுமானதாக இல்லை. ஆனால் என் மனைவி எங்களுக்கு இருக்கும் சின்ன ப்ளாட், ஒரு மாருதி கார், நான் அவளுக்காக வாங்கிக் கொடுத்த நகைகள்…. இதுவே

I am 36 years old, married for 18 years now. I have a 16-year-old daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass.My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7". I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some lipstick.The incident I want to narrate happened about a year back.We had moved to Kolkata only some 6 months back from the firm's Mumbai office. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send

My finances were OK. But they were not just enough to make me live the life that I dreamed of. I have a government job and a stable salary but it was just not enough for me. My wife, unlike me was quiet content with the flat that we owned, the Maruti car that we had and the minimal jewellery that I had bought for her. But I somehow, was not really cherishing the routine life that we had. In my teens, I had dreamed of Mercedes and luxury apartments and somehow those dreams kept reappearing again. It was just then that I saw an advertisement in Hindu. It said that a reputed television soap company wanted TV serial actresses and that they were looking for normal housewives to make the serial more realistic. It read “Wanted housewives to act in Family Drama Serial”. Something prompted me from within and I immediately called the mobile number that accompanied the ad. A gruff voice answered the phone.“Halo, Sir, I am Guhan here . Is it Mr. Shyam, the head of Shri Productions?” I