Characters :-
1. Satyaboti Bandyopadhyay : 49 yrs, widow, Politician cum Social Worker,
2. Sabitri, 30 yrs, Her Daughter, Housewife,
3. Suman : Her grandson, ** yrs, Student of Class-VI,
4. Snigdha : Her granddaughter, ** yrs, Student of Class-V,
5. Subhamoy, Her Son-in-law, 35 yrs, Govt. Clerk,
6. Monotosh, A rtd. Army Officer, 55 yrs, Her Daughter’s Widower Father-in-law,
7. Javed Ansari, 18 yrs, Gate-Keeper cum Security Guard,
8. And few more supporting characters.
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Subhamoy realized it was high time to get out of there. While his mother-in-law and the gatekeeper cleaned up the mess, he seized his chance to sneak away as quickly and quietly as possible. Managing to reach the back door unnoticed, he hurried around to the front of the building. There, he spotted a few members of ‘SANTWANA’ and struck up a conversation with them, desperate to distract his mind from the raw, explicit scene he had just witnessed.
Even as he spoke, he still couldn’t fathom how his sober minded mother-in-law, a highly respected social activist, could fall into the trap of a teenage Muslim boy who was a mere gatekeeper, of all people. A cold shiver instantly ran down his spine at the thought of the consequences if that scandalous affair were ever leaked anyway.
Yet, a conflicting wave of arousal washed over him whenever the vivid memory of his mother-in-law and the young gatekeeper flashed in his mind. Oh, what a hot scene, the cobra like glistening meaty rod pistoning his widow mother-in-law’s swollen pussy with poch…. poch, phak…. phak sounds, and what a speed! It was during this internal struggle that he noticed his mother-in-law, Satyaboti, walking back toward him alongside his father, Monotosh.
“Oh Maa, where have you been all this time? I couldn’t find you anywhere,” he asked in a mocking tone, noticing the lingering flush on her face.
“So sorry, Subha,” she replied hesitantly, offering a blatant lie. “Actually, there was a huge rush at the washroom.”
If she only knew what he had truly seen, she would have died of shame. She then thanked him profusely, adding that she wanted to return to that charitable trust soon and might need his accompaniment again.
“Sure, Maa, no problem. I’m always happy to help,” he answered promptly.
With that, he headed to his car and climbed into the driver’s seat. He started the engine as his father and mother-in-law settled into the back. As he drove home with his eyes fixed on the road, the images of the raw sex-encounter continued to play on a loop, tormenting and teasing his conflicted mind as well as his groin.
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Since that fateful incident, a remarkable event occurred that left Subhamoy far more relaxed and tension-free. Javed, the security guard-cum-gatekeeper, had fled after robbing a lump sum of money from the vault of the charitable trust, “SANTWANA.” The local police immediately took serious action, issuing a warrant for his arrest.
In truth, Subhamoy had been in a state of panic; the infidelity of his mature, social-activist mother-in-law threatened to ruin his family’s reputation if the scandal leaked onto social media anyway. However, now knowing there was no possibility of damaging his family’s name, he felt far more relaxed and was able to concentrate more on his official duties.
