Hello Everyone, I am Niyar Borah back with my love life with my mom. Thanks for your valuable feedbacks and so much of love. If anyone missed my previous experiences then go through them first to better understand my life.
After meeting Naznin, Swapna was in good mood. She was telling me about her college life. It was not so fun or exciting but her interest on sharing made me listen to her. From her words I came to know that, Naznin was mom’s best friend although naznin was junior. Mom told me about Naznin’s love story. She was in love with a senior named Arpan Saikia. Her parents rejected the idea of their marriage as Arpan is Hindu. Atlast they both eloped and married at local temple. Naznin’s family and society disowned her. They both started their family taking love as main bond but unfortunately their marriage failed. Naznin’s family created a hovoc in their life and threatened Arpan’s life. After struggling for sometime he gave up and returned to his house. Naznin’s life never became the same, She remained single and a heart full of hate for Arpan and her family. After listning to mom’s words I became sad. Like my swapna Naznin also faced hardship. Swapna and Naznin seems like two faces of same coin, Rejected and betrayed by love of their life.
Mom said to me
Mom: hunny, I am fortunate to have you. I thank god everyday for giving me you but Naz was not that lucky. She was all alone. Sometimes she cry on phone remembering her past.
Mom’s words hit me on hard, she was hugging me and I was playing with her hair. Her hair is silky smooth and it smelling of jasmine flower. I was lying on my back and she was putting her head on my chest by wrapping her arms around my shoulder.
Me: she should have remarried, She is young and beautiful……anyone will be happy to marry her.
Mom: Sweetie, Society don’t work as you like. You respect women therefore you understand pain of women but everyone is not like you. She tried every thing to fall in love again and get married but with every person she met she was disappointed more. It seem all her dates want to get laid only, they are not for committed relationships. They wanted a night full of crazy fuck. Slowly she stopped dating and gave up on her love life. So you see, everyone is not like as I am.
Mom’s words were emotional and sad. It is hard reality of Indian society, every man crave for sex but they want a untouched girl to marry. No one seems to be interested in widows or divorcees.
Mom: I fell very sorry poor Naz. In her whole life she was lonely, she had a dream of having a family. A loving husband and two kids, she told me earlier about her dream. Dream of being someone’s love of life. To have a man to cuddle, to live for. All her dreams shattered away by that coward Arpan.
Me: Don’t worry hunny, we will together find her a partner. That will be my gratitude towards her for helping me having you.
Mom blushed , her chicks became red. She rubbed her nails on my bare chest. Earlier she used to keep her finger nails short and plain but after we married she started to grow her nails and colour it in Red. With thin and long fingers her Red nails completely looks awesome. I grabbed her fingers and kissed them and started to suck them. Mom smiled to me and whispered into my ear.