Ajmira Begum welcomed her friend Gurpreet and Jaspal….. and leading them to her living room as she asked her Maid to send there some snacks. Within minutes her Adibasi maid Malti Soren, wearing just a cheap cotton Saree arrived there with some snacks and coffee…. and put them on the tea table in front of them. Picking two cups, she offered those to them and started chatting with her Punjabi friend about her forthcoming marriage with Birendra.
They were planning to buy few more clothes and cosmetics as the preperation of jwellery were still in the process…. which were designed according to the choice Protima. During their conversation, at one point Gurpreet raised the issue of Abdul’s poor performance in Hindi and expressed her deep concern about it. Ajmira supported her friend’s view and requested her friend to render him few special coaching.
Although Ajmira was having a deep relation with Birendra for the last two months and getting constant requests from the Nepali widower to marry him, she couldn’t take her final decision thinking about her teenage son. He would be lonely….. sometimes it seemed he was inattentive in his studies and his academic career might be seriously affected…. all those made her confused.
But after getting assurance from Birendra that after their marriage, Abdul would live with them and there wouldn’t be any problem in his studies. Overall, noticing his affection for her son, she felt happy and thought it was the right time, she could marry.
During their gossips, Gurpreet was sneaking clandestine peeks at her old cute student and suddenly addressed Ajmira…. pointing her finger to Abdul, “So, Ajmira, it seems your handsome son fall in some little Beauty’s trap? His mind is nowhere in the study!”
Karim Khan alias Abdul looked at her mother’s Headmistress friend and noticed a sly smile spread on her face. She watched him, thinking to herself for the umpteenth time what a beautiful child he was. Short, slight, but with fair, unblemished skin, soft black hair, and the biggest and most gorgeous brown eyes she’d ever seen.
Gurpreet knew Abdul very well since his childhood…. and having been his Hindi teacher for two years and the Headmistress of the school in which he had been studying from Class-V, she treated him just like her own son. Abdul too behaved accordingly never showed any type of disrespect or arrogance to her and her husband Jaspal.
She was in her late thirties…. elder than Ajmira and Protima both…. hadn’t any children till now. Due to her childless criteria, she still looked as young as a college student. A willowy, attractive woman with shining boycut hair, she was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.
“He has grown up too fast, hasn’t he?” said Ajmira, looking admiringly at her son.
“I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one!” said Gurpreet, laughing.
Jaspal, sitting next to his wife, laughed. “Preet, you’re terrible! You’re embarrassing the poor boy!”