Just after two days of that grand party…. it was 5:30 pm and the sun was about to be set down in the west. Supriyadevi’s husband just left for Bombay for five days outdoor shooting while her daughter went back to her in-law”s house with her husband. Lastly her Bouma ( daughter-in-law ) Protibha went to her parents house to look after her ailing mother.
It meant Supriyadevi was now alone in her house as she tried to concentrate on the script of her new film in which her brother Tarun would work as a director. And that’s when she felt something odd as her gaze moved to the main gate of “Priya Villa”. She could see a tall shadow entered the building silently.
She now had clear idea that she wasn’t alone in her house anymore as she felt the main door of her big house was opened quietly by that mysterious person. She noticed the dark tall figure entered the house and closed the door behind him….. and she could immediately guess that he must the same person who had raped ( ? ) her that night.
She would have call call the police instantly but she didn’t take that decision intentionally as she was eagerly expecting his come back since that molestation. Actually she couldn’t forget the greatest pleasure she had received from her molester that day…. and for the last two days, whenever she had sex with her husband, she always dreamed about him in her husband’s place.
It was late afternoon and she was the only one in home….. the mysterious person knew that very well. He knew more about her than she realized. He listened to her moving around upstairs. No doubt, she was performing her maternal duties of laundry. She always did a lot of laundry. He knew that too.
At first, he made his way into the kitchen. He noticed how clean everything was. She was an immaculate housekeeper. Something that reminded him of his mother. He would want her again ’cause he too couldn’t forget the great pleasure he had gotten two days ago in her bathroom.
The scent of clean caught his attention. He turned to see the laundry room door was open. The smell of washing sheets filled his nostrils as he walked closer. He inhaled deeply enjoying the familiar aroma.
She must have put all of the clothes away by now….. even her husband’s dirty clothes which were done by yesterday’s shooting. Not only her husband, she washed all the clothes of her son till now like a caring Bengalee mother….. actually she loved to do most of the household works by herself. Although her son wasn’t a Govt. employee, she had been lucky enough to see him achieving a secure position in the company he worked.
He even smiled when he had seen the way she cheered for her son as he touched her feet to render his obeisance. A real loving Bengalee mother….. he knew that too.
He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he slipped into the small closet where extra linens were stored. He watched through the slit of the closet doors as she rounded the corner.
There she was, so beautiful. Her long dark hair was pulled up in a clip that he desperately wanted to take down for her. He preferred to see the long curls falling all around her face. Her cheeks were stained a soft rose and she looked delicious.