She turned to look at herself in the mirror of the dressing-table which was kept beside her deceased husband’s photo. She flipped her still-damp hair back over her shoulders. Her nipples stood straight out from the front of the T-shirt. She arched her back so her tits strained the thin white cotton. Now she could see the dark outline of her areolas through the T-shirt. She drew her fingertip around her left one, wondering if her son or father would notice, then hoped they would.
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( Next Day ) Kenaram walked out of the huze ‘Ashram’ after the best day of his work. His heart was filled with hapiness and divine pleasures…. being involved with a large number of pure-hearted devotees…. welcoming and helping them to get down from their cars….. finally ushering them in the big worship room. Anyway, finishing that program while he was waiting in his selected room of the ‘Ashram'”, he tried to contact with his daughter… but failed due to tower problem…. and that’s when he felt his cell phone vibrate and read the message that came up.
‘Kena, now I’m waiting at your house and is preparing some snacks with your daughter in the kitchen and most probably your grandson Birju is in his room…. playing videogame. We have something special dish for you and time got away from us….. so, please hurry up…. Love, Suchitra’.
Kenaram looked at his mobile and saw that he still had an hour to go back to his house before his late afternoon snacks. As her daughter was preparing his favourite dish, he knew she had something special plan indeed as her luscious body instantly flashed in his mind’s eye and feeling a stir in his groin. He decided he would change into one of his better suits and wash up before getting ready.
He rushed to his house taking his moped and at first he walked towards the kitchen and he saw his daughter preparing snacks but he couldn’t see his pregnant lover Suchitra. His eager eyes quickly scanned outside the kitchen but he looked sad not to notice her. However after talking with his daughter for few minutes, he got to know that Suchitra was refreshing herself in Kamini’s room.
He didn’t waste anymore in the kitchen and just talking with her few minutes aimlessly, he almost rushed to his daughter’s room. However all the time, Kamini was smiling mischievously noticing her widower father’s restlessness and eagerness to meet her new would-be mother Suchitra Sen.
Few minutes later putting the pressure-cooker on the oven, she proceeded towards her room silently…. anticipating to see something hot…. and to fulfill her voyeuristic pleasure. Before that she removed her ‘Chappal’ to avoid any type of unwanted sound. Reaching at her bedroom’s door, she looked at her right side room…. to her son’s room which was completely open. She saw her son Birju was busy in his mobile.
That’s when, she heard the low murmur coming out from her room. She noticed the door was closed. She tried to open the door slowly…. applying slight pressure on it… not wanting to let them know about her presence. Yes, it wasn’t locked from inside as the door was opened slowly.