“I don’t know Sir.”
“Don’t you want to become the sales manager?”
“Sir, I want to, but how can I?”
“I’ll promote you to the post.”
“Sir, are you serious?”
“I won’t be joking in this tense situation.” He grinned bending forward, and resting his elbows on the large desk and asked, “I know you want it badly…. and I wish you accept this.”
“I can’t believe this.” His eyes welled in tears. “Bouma would be so happy.”
“Is she at home?”
“You know, sir, she didn’t have any other option; both she and her daughter stay with me,” he leaned toward the desk and looking in his eyes he whispered. “She often spoke of your compassion toward us.”
“Is that so? She is so polite and beautiful,” Mr. Singh said, rubbing his heavily bearded chin. “It’s a pity she has to endure a widow’s life at such a young age.”
“Yes, sir, I am deeply worried about her.”
“Don’t worry… if you don’t mind, I can take care of that… that is, if you agree to it.”
“It would be my pleasure, sir. You know we wouldn’t have survived if you hadn’t extended a helping hand during our darkest hour. We owe everything to you.”
“Don’t say that, Aslambhai. You are a responsible and valuable asset to my company,” Mr. Singh said, keeping his hand on Aslam’s hand. “I will be pleased to stand by your family during this time.”
“Thank you, sir. Please grace my humble home with your presence; I would be deeply honored.” With that, he rose from his chair, stepped closer, and leaned in. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips near the young man’s right ear and whispered something.
“Oh, very well, as you wish. I will come to your house this Sunday for dinner. Tell her about our plans,” Mr. Singh replied.
He then leaned back in his expensive, comfortable wheelchair and rubbed his hands together expectantly. He could hardly believe his luck. It felt almost like a dream coming true…. a fantasy he had harbored ever since he first saw his daughter-in-law six months ago, during the funeral of Aslam’s son and wife.
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Mumtaz was born and brought up in a small town in West Bengal called Labhpur, Birbhum. Her parents weren’t rich enough, so like any other conservative parents, they got her married, after completion of her HS examination. Her life was that of a quintessential housewife and her small town mentality was of no help to have a social life in Labhpur.
After the birth of her daughter Parveen, the sex life between her and her husband became almost non-existent. His husband was focused mainly on his career in a pvt company in which her father-in-law also worked as a supervisor. Both of them always tried on impress their boss to get the promotion which would raise their social status.
Although she was not happy with her husband ignoring them, she could not do anything to make him a passionate husband and a good father. But this fleeting peace was also washed from her life after her husband’s death, and most nights she spent restless and alone in her bed.
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One such day, as Aslam was walking past the bathroom, he saw his daughter-in-law stepping out of the shower, tying a towel just above her breasts. He stood completely still, his breath catching in his throat and his mouth gaping open. The edge of the towel barely covered her large swaying ass, and water dripped from her hair onto her exposed arms and fleshy thighs.
