Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

Nobody had ever contributed such a great amount of bliss to Pawan Kumar's life as the two women had. With Manasi and Rupa, he discovered a true love, a pure sex that he had never known. He found himself longing to spend every remaining moment on this earth with them.

It was a fine morning, Pawan Kumar was sitting in his cabin. He glanced towards Kavita Sanyal, the fresh, young beauty, his second officer in Bank. His morning in office would start with seeing this beauty from his cabin. He was infatuated and stung with this angel of beauty and that is why his heart would always melt for her presence. There was just something about her presence that would make him feel so at ease. He didn't know what it was exactly. But just talking to her and being around her was enough to make any bad day better. Her radiant smile and her infectious laugh would make him feel so light-hearted that he couldn't help but feel uplifted. He would sometimes tease her in a flirting manner, and she would never mind.

Then he saw her entering his cabin with a big purple coloured envelope. She greeted him with a smile, "Sir, Good morning!"

"Good morning, my dear," he responded.

He teased her, "Hey girl, tell me when you are free, I just wanted to renovate my cabin with your beautiful smile."

She smiled, and showed her pearls of white teeth. He felt as if he wanted to say her, "Hey, beautiful, I just want to tell you that I've been thinking about you all the hours and how much you mean to me. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... you're cute, smart, nice, and any guy would be lucky to have you. When I see you, my heart skips a beat. I really like you, and I hope you will give me a chance to fuck you, and I promise to be there for you when you need me. I would do anything for you."

His thought was disturbed with her voice.

"Sir, I am getting married in coming week," she said shyly.

It was a shock for Pawan Kumar. He asked, "With your that Boyfriend?"

"Yes, Sir, I also need a one month's leave as after marriage, I am going to Shimla and Manali for honeymoon with my husband," she said with an excited face which had become reddened.

Then she handed over him the designed purple coloured envelope where his name was embossed in golden colour as an Invitee. He opened the envelope, and picked out her pink wedding card to see.

Pawan Kumar felt a pang of jealousy, and thought that this virgin girl is going to be fucked by her husband very soon.

Then he smiled towards her, and said, "Your one month's leave is granted. Stay...blessed, and wish you all the best, but one thing I warn you. Don't get pregnant immediately otherwise you cannot enjoy your marital bliss."

She dropped her eyes shyly, and in a husky voice replied, "Thank you, Sir, I will remember your advice." She left his cabin.

Then Savita entered. Pawan Kumar lifted his face, and smiled at her. The ugly dark sweeper had a protruding abdomen, and she appeared to be very happy with her pregnancy as she had been impregnated by Pawan Kumar.

"Sahib, my pregnancy is now running for 7 months, and I need 3 month's leave to deliver my baby. I have already arranged a temporary sweeper for Bank till I resume my duty again," she said.

"OK, take this Rs.5,000/- for your maintenance of diets and medicines till you deliver the baby. If you need further financial assistance, you can communicate me without hesitation. I love you...Savita, I wish you will have a son, a very fair baby resembling me. Once you deliver this baby, I will fuck you once again for your second baby," he said and handed over her the money.

Savita replied smilingly with shyness, "Sahib, with your blessings, I need more babies from you."

Savita accepted the money and left his cabin.

There were drastic changes in the two families. Mrs.Rituparna(Mother of Rupa) took care of her pregnant daughter Rupa and her two granddaughters. Similarly, Madhusmita took care of her pregnant Aunt Manasi and her cousins.

Pawan Kumar kept a balance between the two families. He would visit his two women Manasi and Rupa every evening for a chitchat as they were unable to move because of their increasing big sizes womb. Pawan Kumar was very happy as he was going to be father of two babies. As per previous routine, Mrs.Rituparna and Madhusmita were taking care of his households including his breakfast, Lunch and Dinner alternatively.

At the request of two families, he allowed Mrs.Rituparna and Madhusmita to stay in his spare two bedrooms in night as the flats of Manasi and Rupa were congested due to extra guests which would have disturbed the children in their studies. These two women would also use the attached Bathrooms in his flat.

One evening, Pawan Kumar asked to Mrs.Rituparna, "Madam, if you don't mind, May I ask you something personal?"

She smiled, and replied, "Ohhh...sure. Why such formalities? You are one of our family members."

Pawan Kumar asked, "What's your age?"

"I will be running 54 years in coming month but why are you asking this?" she asked.

Pawan Kumar swallowed the saliva, and said, "Madam, actually you look younger for your age."

Mrs.Rituparna was very happy, and felt that at least some body had admired her youthfulness, but did not show it in her facial expression.

She said, "I had a child marriage, and at the age of 18 years, Rupa was born. Unfortunately, at the age of 40 years, I became a widow as my husband died in a road accident. Now, tell me what's your age?"

"Madam, I am already 54 years, just few months elder than you and a widower," replied Pawan Kumar.

She exclaimed, "My God! Almost we are of the same age. Then, don't address me as Madam. You simply call me Ritu, and I will call you Pawan. Is it ok with you?"

Pawan Kumar smiled, and replied, "Its ok...Ritu."

From that day, they became very close friends, they would share everything between themselves. Rupa was very happy that her mother was not bored here as she had a good company of Pawan Kumar.

But the irony of the fact was that little did Ritu know that this old gentle man, now a close friend of her had impregnated her own daughter (Rupa).

Gradually, Pawan Kumar came to know that Rupa was the only child of her. She had huge landed property at Digha, a small coastal town in West Bengal having four buildings which were let on rent. But after marriage of Rupa, she chose to lead a religious and pious life. So, she purchased a house at Puri (A city of pilgrimage for Hindu in state of Odisha) just near the sea beach, where she would lead a solitude life with her maid servant, totally devoted to God. Once in a year, she would visit Rupa, stay sometimes with her and granddaughters, then she would return to Puri. Sometimes, Rupa would also visit Puri to see her mother.

One day, Ritu called Pawan Kumar in the morning and said, "Pawan, can you do me a favour? While returning from office, can you purchase a packet of Whisper?" (Whisper is a brand of sanitary pad, an absorbent item worn in the underwear by women and girls who are menstruating)

For a moment, Pawan Kumar remained silent and wondered who was in need of the pad. He glanced towards her in a questionable manner.

Ritu understood his glance, smiled, and replied, "It is for me."

Pawan Kumar was in shock and surprised about this woman of 54 years who had still menstrual cycle at this age.

Being a horny man, Pawan Kumar was unable to release his sexual urge because of various reasons. Both Manasi and Rupa would not suck his cock because of presence of Ritu (Mom of Rupa) and Madhu (Niece of Manasi). He was unable to fuck the ugly Savita, the sweeper of his Bank as she had already taken leaves due to her pregnancy, who was impregnated by him. In the night, he would find two beautiful women sleeping in his flat, under the same roof, but he was unable to fuck them as the relationship with them had started just now, and he had not studied them properly.

At the same time, he would resume his daily evening walk in park as usual, but now the partner was Ritu, who would be eagerly waiting for him after his return from the Bank.

The young and beautiful married niece of Manasi, Madhu was from a semi-urban area, and a rustic woman by nature, very innocent, introvert, simpleton, and would speak less. She would regard him more than her father. Unlike her Aunt Manasi, she had a physique of Model figures,36/24/36, and he longed to fuck her. Ritu, the widow in white dress, mother of Rupa had a voluptuous figure, who was more like a friend to him because of the same age. But he had a guilty feeling in presence of her as he had impregnated her daughter Rupa.

It became a habit of Pawan Kumar to enter the Bath rooms of these two women during their absence to collect their used panties and bras. Madhu's panties and bras were lacy red and in other multi coloured, smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. Ritu's panties and bras would be only in white colour. There would be always some pussy hairs in the panties, the curly hairs glued inside the white panties of Ritu could be more visible. He would bring these to his bed room, and would smell alternatively the inside of panties of both the women to inhale the aroma of their pussies, and at the same time he would smell deeply the inside of the cups of the bras to feel the smell of their boobs. It was an intoxicating smell and he would go mad after it. He would kiss the panties, lick those hairs along with the panties, then he would masturbate. Afterwards, he would place these in the respective Bath rooms.

When he would imagine fucking these two women, he would feel restless at night. He would be tossing and turning in his bed which would compel him for masturbating before going to sleep.

He recalled his old formula of flashing his dick in morning bed to Manasi and Rupa which was successful, but he was afraid to apply the same to these two women which might boomerang to him in a negative way. He devised another plan.

After returning from Bank, in one evening, he went to park for evening walk with Ritu. When he returned, his entire body was drenched with sweat. Both Pawan Kumar and Ritu found Madhu watching TV in his flat. For some times, he sat with them to watch the TV. He could sense that his sweat smell filled the entire AC Room and an outsider can't even breathe. His sweat smell started to dominate the entire area, but he was surprised to find that both Madhu and Ritu inhaled the air because their boobs were growing up with the air they inhaled. He was so happy that it made his dick erect, and he was certain that these two women liked the maleness smell of him.

After refreshing himself, Pawan Kumar wanted to apply his new formula to awaken the sexual desire of these two women. He did not wear underwear beneath his tight cotton shorts (half trouser). He checked himself in the mirror and he could see the outline of his long and thick dick. He knew well that if his dick would erect it could be seen by these two women easily.

Then he roamed around with his short exposing his bulge underneath his shorts, he moved near to them, talked to them, and watched TV with them. From the corner of his eyes, he checked their reaction. He noticed that the women checked out his bulge shyly, but he really wanted Madhu to see.

While talking to Madhu, Pawan Kumar noticed that secretly she looked at his bulge, and she took a long breath again and again. He noticed her erected nipples beyond her blouse as she being a rustic woman was not acquainted with wearing bra always inside the house. He wanted to tease her a little more by posing as if he was yawning and spread his legs more as a result his exposed erected dick covered by his short resembled an uprising bamboo under a tent. Madhu looked in no matter of time and breathed heavily by responding to the discussion with him, it was a tensed situation inside the room.

Madhu felt a sensation inside her pussy, and thought how uncle could have such a big size of dick at this age which might be thrice the size of her husband. But immediately, she diverted her mind. She repented and cursed herself for such dirty thoughts in her mind about a noble person who was her uncle, a Godly and father figure in the family.

Similarly, Ritu after becoming a widow for 14 years, first time witnessed an outline of big dick under the shorts, and could not help herself staring continuously on it. She felt a tingling vibration inside her cunt, and suddenly felt wetness inside her cunt. She knew that she had reached an orgasm which had never happened during 14 years.

Ritu's reawakening of sex since her husband died really surprised her. She was never so closed with any male person during 14 years since death of her husband, and now being very close with someone like Pawan Kumar under the same roof kindled her fire. But more importantly, rediscovering her sexuality helped her to be open to enjoying life again, and to look at new things with curiosity instead of judgement.

Every evening, Ritu and Pawan Kumar would stroll around the circular passage of the park for walk. He was holding her hand while they were walking.

They walked to the park, his arm around her shoulder, and her arm around his waist, making small talk as they crossed the water fountain.

They enjoyed the colourful lights falling on tall fountain in the middle of the park. It was a place of natural beauty to be enjoyed. There were no lights in some parts of the park, so it was easy to enjoy some privacy save for a small number of other couples that occasionally wandered in with the same goal of privacy. They lay down on the cool grass, and with her head resting on his arm, he began to relax. They talked a bit, and he occasionally put his hand tenderly to her cheek and gently put his lips to her hand. None of them were crossing the decency barriers as both were matured, and they were behaving in real sense like true and close friends.

While walking, they also passed across winding steps that led to the top of the park, the way to the small hillock, and Pawan Kumar remembered how he fucked Manasi there so many times. They spent the next two hours walking in the park, talking and sharing experience about life and their likes and dislikes.

They talked about lot of things. She wanted to know about him, his family and everything about him. Pawan Kumar never had the experience of talking about himself to a woman before; in fact, not with anyone. It was easy talking to her. As they talked, he could sense all the barriers between them breaking down by the minute. Pawan Kumar told Ritu about his marriage, his family. His children, and about death of his wife. He told her all about his life. As he narrated his life story, starting from leaving home and becoming a Banker, his visit and life in a foreign country, he started to warm up to her. A feeling of empathy developed between them.

Suddenly, Ritu asked, "I wished that we were like teen agers with crush on each other"

Pawan Kumar laughed, and said, "Exactly, I was also thinking on the same line. If God would take back us to our younger times for some moment."

Ritu asked him, out of blues, "Do you have a girl friend?"

Pawan Kumar blurted out with a lie, "Never. I have never even talked to a lady before the way I am talking to you now. I am bit on the shy side, and you are my first girlfriend" He blushed.

"I never had a boyfriend either," she said smilingly.

But there was a strange chemistry passed between them which both were aware of but, they would not react, and would always feign innocence. Whenever Ritu would talk with Pawan Kumar, be it in flat or in park, she would feel his eyes on her boobs, and she would feel strange sensation in her nipples which would be hard inside the cup of her bra. Similarly, in presence of Madhu and Ritu in the flat while talking or strolling along the park with Ritu for evening walk, Pawan Kumar would always get a hard one, and he would exhibit his cock intentionally before Madhu and Ritu. Except office hours, (the time he spent in Bank) he would not wear any underwear beneath his shorts whenever he would be in flat or walking with Ritu in the park.

He wanted to exhibit his erected dangling cock to to both the women. Both the women gradually, became aware of the huge gigantic size of his cock which would always be swaying backwards and forwards or from side to side inside his shorts, while he would walk around them. If he would sit in front of them for some discussion, his cock would erect straight resembling a bamboo under a tent. Since the fabric of his shorts was thin and slight transparent, both the women would see the clear outline of size of his dick, even the round shape of his big knob would be clearly visible to both the ladies as they would be very near to him. They would glance secretly the outline of his dick from the corner of their eyes and enjoy the itching inside their cunts. But Pawan Kumar would always appear to be normal and feign innocence.

Even today in park, while walking beside him and talking to him, Ritu continuously stared his erected cock secretly from the corner of her eyes in every fraction of seconds. Pawan Kumar was aware of her staring, but he acted as if he had not noticed it and was giving more scope to her eyes for feasting on his cock. At this time, Ritu noticed two young college girls suddenly stopped near them while crossing, and stood near Pawan Kumar. They acted as if they stopped for a conversation between themselves but Ritu could guess their intentions as they glanced towards Pawan Kumar's bulge directly from their sides with their hungry eyes. Ritu felt a pang of jealousy as if the cock of Pawan Kumar was her sole property.

Since it was getting late, they returned from park, and headed towards the Apartment. The place down the stair case was dark, the bulb might be fused, Pawan Kumar thought. He warned Ritu to step carefully. He was behind Ritu. Unfortunately, Ritu had a false step, and she stumbled upon, and almost fell. With his instinct, automatically Pawan Kumar's two hands went below her under arms to save her from falling, but accidentally cupping her two breasts and pushed her backwards to his body.

God blessed Pawan Kumar of the advantage of this situation as a result his erect dick was pushed against her soft butt. He felt the soft woollen like objects in his two palms which later on he realised as her two boobs, and he felt a sudden shivering in her body. Pawan Kumar realised that she must have felt the head of his erected dick against her butt, and shivered or excited. All of the surprise, Ritu didn't move forward even though she could, but she leaned back, and grinding her curvy butt against his erected dick. Pawan Kumar was in shock now, and got mixed feelings, his body got shivered, but he overcame his fear and pushed harder between her body (planting his erect dick inside her) he could sense her heavy breathing. Pawan Kumar blew his hot air around her neck, and slowly caressed her butt, hip and boobs for few seconds, and he could feel her hands doing the same thing to his dick, it was for few seconds. He was in heaven, and he became so excited that his cock spurted thick volume of semen. After a while, both of them regained their senses.

Ritu said, "Pawan, I am sorry!"

Pawan replied, "It is OK, but I warned you."

They reached the flat in a normal manner as if nothing had happened. Madhu was watching TV in the hall. Pawan Kumar went straight to his room for change of his shorts immediately so that the two women could not notice his wet patch of semen in front side of his shorts.

Ritu was also entering her room, but she stopped as she heard the voice of Madhu calling her from backside.

"Aunty, some wet patches are in your backside," Madhu said.

Ritu put her fingers above her saree just near the cracks of her butt, and her fingers were smeared with some sticky substance. She sniffed, and her nostrils found a fresh smell of semen, she smiled, and said, "Madhu, it is the water patch as we were near the stream of the park."

Both Pawan Kumar and Madhu couldn't sleep that night as they were in the verge of touching themselves openly, but the situation was somehow controlled for further embarrassment.

Now the household duty of Pawan Kumar's flat had been shifted to Ritu from Madhu. Ritu would clean his flat, provide him morning tea to dinner. Pawan Kumar knew that Ritu's birthday was falling in next day, and from Rupa, he gathered the facts that after becoming a widow, she would never celebrate her birthday.

Next day morning, Pawan Kumar was in deep slumber. Ritu woke him up, greeted him of good morning with a bright smile, and handed over him a hot cup of coffee.

Pawan Kumar also greeted her with a smile and said, "Ritu, now we are very close friends, so now promise me that you will not feel bad nor mind any of the action of mine."

Ritu was bewildered and said, "I promise, I will never mind."

Pawan Kumar said, "Then, close your eyes, and show your finger to me. There is a surprise to you."

When Ritu closed her eyes, Pawan Kumar picked up the diamond ring which he purchased in the previous day, and placed it in the finger of Ritu.

He said, "Now, Ritu open your eyes, Forget the past; look forward to the future, for the best things are yet to come. Have a wonderful time and a very happy birthday!"

She was so taken aback that she could hardly utter any words. Tears of joy rolled down from her eyes to both the cheeks and fell on the hand of Pawan Kumar.

Her voice choked with emotion, and she said, "Thanks for the beautiful surprise and the fantastic gift. This is the most amazing birthday surprise I have ever received. You rock my world. Thanks for making my birthday a memorable one. You are the most fabulous buddy in my life. I love you. Thank you so much once again."

Ritu said, "Pawan, after 14 years, you are the first person in my life to wish me my birth day. I don't know, how can I return your favour? Even at this moment, I don't have any sweets to feed you."

Pawan Kumar said, "Of course, you have a sweet thing, but promise me, you have to give me that sweet thing not only for this occasion, but to give me every morning when I wake up from bed."

For a moment Ritu got confused, but she said," OK, I promise."

Then Pawan Kumar said," Give me your sweet kiss."

Ritu was relaxed, and with a big smile, put her warm lips on both sides of his cheeks and kissed him. After being kissed, Pawan Kumar felt the sensation of touch of her lips going from his cheeks to his loins, and he had a hard one.

From that day onwards, Pawan Kumar would receive hot kiss from Ritu every morning after waking from bed, and in return he would also kiss her on cheeks. Outwardly it was a friendly kiss but, in their inner minds, both would feel the heat inside their bodies as if volts of electric current were passing through out their bodies. Gradually they became very close to each other.

But, Pawan Kumar would never forget to visit his two pregnant women, Manasi and Rupa every day. It was a part of his daily routine to kiss them, of course in absence of Madhu (Niece of Manasi) and Ritu (Mother of Rupa) and enquiring their health particulars.

One day, Pawan Kumar was sitting in the long sofa in the hall, and he had a magazine in his hand. Ritu came with a big photo album, and sat beside him. He looked at her, and found her an extremely hot lady, draped in an elegant white Saree. The long hairs neatly tied behind her neck, and reaching up to her waist. The Saree was well below the navel, and showing her flat abdomen while the boobs looked like ready to burst out of its restraints. She was sitting close enough for him to smell the sweet perfumes coming from her body.

"Pawan, see our family photos. These are the wedding photos of me and my husband from our younger times. This is little Rupa of 3 years," she said.

Suddenly his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw Ritu leaned onto him showing him photos from the Album, and her shoulder met his. He saw that she didn't pull back but kept her breasts pressed against him while continuing to show the photos animatedly.

He felt excited; his cock grew in size and was making a tent in his pant. He quietly adjusted it and watched in amazement as she slipped closer to him and allowed her boobs to be pressed against the backside of his shoulder.

"See this little Rupa. Can you believe this little Rupa has become a mother of two young daughters?" she said to him excitedly, showing the childhood photographs of Rupa.

What was she doing? Was she flirting with him? Whether she decided to make her fantasy a reality. She wondered and looked at him. Then Ritu came in front of him, and leaned to show him further photos from the Album. Now, her boobs were more revealing, thin shoulder straps, and the bra cups were really tiny and only covered her nipples. On either side Pawan Kumar could clearly see the dark circles around her nipples, the aureoles. Because it was tight, her breasts were squeezed tightly together and bulge up and out very sexily.

The panties were even tinier, clearly visible from her white transparent saree, really only a thong. At home, she would usually not wear petticoat beneath the saree except panties. There was nothing at all behind, just a really thin strand that went between her buttocks and, on the other side, came up between her legs. There, the strand became a little broader, but just a little, so that it only just covered her actual cunt-lips, but left everything else completely bare: her pubic hair could be seen on either side. Then Madhu entered, and the situation was changed.

In the meantime, Pawan Kumar set a target to fuck these two women very soon. He started preparation to give a good and heavy fuck to these two women. He stopped masturbating, tried to control himself, started taking the special homeopathy medicines for enhancing the duration of sex. He started massaging his dick everyday by special herbal medicated oil which would make the dick rock hard. Good things happened to him one by one, his body started showing results, his dick was staying erect for 30+ minutes, he had not even masturbated for once, he even controlled himself from wet dream ( leaking sperm during sleep) by having a cold shower at night and oil bath twice a week. All the sex boosting medicines and foods started showing results, and his dried ball sack slowly filled up with stock of thick quantity of healthy sperm for emptying inside these two women.

He would often notice Madhu, the silent beauty of the house, who would be doing all the household works, and occasionally when their eyes would meet, she would simply smile at him. Pawan Kumar could guess that an underline sorrow was running inside her mind which she would not like to express before others, it might be her unhappiness being childless for more than 10 years after being married.

Day by day, he became obsessed with this beauty, he wanted to be part with her, to explore the cause of her depression and her emptiness. He was attracted much more with her faint and starry radiance face through the gloom, and the sweet stillness of her face down on fair young head, with all the clustering locks, untouched by care, her lips and cheek, beneath it her innocent gaze. Her flute like voices, her tenderness, and her smile was wearing her woe. He would glance her pale cheek, and wanted to give her a true heart of hope replacing the broken heart with first fragrance of love. Pawan Kumar became obsessed with her romantically.

She was cleaning the window. She was in her mid-thirties, fair complexion, with perfect 36D breasts and below her naked waist peeking through her saree was a round hip which swayed sexily with every step she took.

He looked up to window, and saw there her noble but gloomy face. It was bent down, and her head seemed as it was depressed by dark thoughts. At this sight, Pawan Kumar forgot everything.

"Ohhh!" sighed he, "if I could only make her happier!"

This was Pawan Kumar's daily subject of thought, but Madhu appeared to be indifferent to everything around her here. He picked out the pairs of beautiful fancy golden bangles, he purchased last evening for her, and with these in his hand which were glistening in the light, he proceeded towards her.

"Madhu, you look like you have been working hard, come, see what I brought for you. I think these would suit to your hands," he said and handed over her the bangles.

"Uncle, thank you," she acknowledged his gifts. The sickly paleness of her noble countenance, the depressed seldom- raised eyelids, the inanimate languor of her movements, the gloomy indifference in which her soul seemed to be wrapped for suffering was beamed with light of joy and cheerful.

"Why don't you wear these now? I want to see whether these are fitted suitably in your hands or not?" he said, and reached down to her hands for help. She felt his hand as he helped her to wear the bangles. His hand was big and hot. She felt a current of electricity run up her arms.

"These are beautiful," said Madhu.

"At least, you have appreciated, so nice of you. Do you ever go outside?" he asked smilingly.

"After coming here, I have never gone outside," she replied with her dropping eyes.

"Then, you should come with me sometime? I would be your guide. We would go to Howrah Bridge, Alipore zoo, Metro, shopping complex, and to watch movies in Theatres," he said and looked her intently.

She nodded her head with consent, and replied, "Sure, I would like to visit with you."

In next two weeks, Pawan Kumar took Madhu to all places in Kolkata which she had never seen in her life. He purchased costly and beautiful sarees, ornaments, and cosmetics for her, and gifted her.

Gradually, he could notice that she had overcome with her melancholies, sorrow, and gloomy face of disappointed hopes. Now, she had become little talkative. Her face reflected a perfect happiness.

One Saturday morning, Ritu said, "Pawan, my daughter Rupa was telling me that you are a good palmist. Can you foretell something about me?"

Pawan Kumar replied, "Ritu, you see, I am not a professional palmist. I have studied palmistry in depth, I can foretell certain things in details, but not everything."

Ritu eagerly in anxious tone requested, "Please see my palm, and tell me whatever you know."

He took the right palm of Ritu, and said, "The right hand is what you're born with, and left is what you've accumulated throughout your life. For males, it is the other way around. The left hand is what he is born with, and the right is what he has accumulated throughout his life."

Then he started telling her certain things of her past after studying carefully the lines, and she nodded her head with consent. Madhu was standing by the side of them, and listening to everything diligently.

"Ritu, it is clearly shown in your marriage line that you will become a widow at the age of 40 years, but surprisingly, in the child line, it is showing that you will be having two children," he said.

"What Rubbish! I have only one child that is Rupa. How can I have another child at this age" she said.

Pawan Kumar exclaimed, "I don't know, the line is telling that only."

Then Ritu left. Madhu came nearer to him, and said in a low voice," uncle, can you tell me something about my future?"

He glanced her saddened pale face, and said, "Madhu, now I have to hurry for my Bank. Tomorrow is Sunday. In the morning, with fresh mood, I will study your palm, and tell you everything of your future life."

Next day, it was a bright Sunday morning. The children of both the families left for Alipore zoo along with Ritu. The time was 10.00AM. Both the ladies, Manasi and Rupa were lying in their beds with their bulky wombs. Pawan Kumar had finished his bathing by this time. Madhu entered his flat with a full tray of breakfast.

After sometime, she addressed to him, "Uncle, you promised me yesterday to see my palm, and tell about me."

"Ohhh! yes...come near me," he called her.

He took her palm, and placed it on his lap, and started studying the lines. He told her some facts of her past. Then he said, "Madhu, your marriage line is fine, but with some problems, but your child line speaks that you will have a kid within a year."

"It is not true," she said, and the big tears rolled down her cheeks as she said it.

Pawan Kumar looked at her in surprise as tears had gathered in her eyes, and a flood of tears gushed down her cheeks.

Then she started saying, "I was in my eighteen when my parents fixed my marriage with a school teacher. As you know in small rural area like ours, the parents in law, the relatives and everybody expect a baby from a newly married couple immediately. Each passing month, my husband and me looked for signs indicating that in ten months' time we would be parents. Little did we realize that our path to parenthood would be significantly longer, indefinite with uncertainty. But it is a road that we travelled together for the last 12 years, growing closer and giving each other moral support. Maybe it was a premonition of difficult times ahead, but more likely it was just a natural step for me, which motivated me to consult with a gynaecologist two years before. Medical Test was conducted on me and my husband. From the reports/Tests, it was revealed that due to Male infertility on the part of my husband, I cannot conceive a baby ever in my life.

Since I love my husband very much, and don't want to hurt him, I tore the Reports, and told him that the fault was from my end. My in-laws in turn blamed me for being childless and labelled me a baanjh (barren). It was easier for us to cope on our own without having to cope with their disappointment. Our friends were supportive, even though they could not fully understand what we were going through. But my husband was such a nice man that throughout the years that he has supported me by giving his maximum love to me, and neither of us ever thought of divorcing each other. The Relatives, neighbours, and colleagues on the whole were generally sensitive. The challenge is answering innocent questions posed by strangers such as, "How many children do you have?" I felt worse for the person asking than for myself. I would spend the next fifteen minutes explaining that it is a natural question and they had not hurt me by asking it.

I appreciated my Aunt (Manasi) calling personally and telling me she was pregnant, although it must have been very difficult for her. My Aunt (Manasi) still thinks that we are having treatments for baby but we didn't tell her anything specifics. I especially appreciated the fact that she treated me as a normal person, she always included us in the family activities."

Pawan Kumar remained silent for some moment, then he said, "Male infertility refers to a male's inability to cause pregnancy in a fertile female. Male infertility is commonly due to deficiencies in the semen and semen quality. This means your husband is not able to conceive a child, even though he had a continuous sexual intercourse with you. Male infertility is due to low sperm production, abnormal sperm function or blockages that prevent the delivery of sperm. Illnesses, injuries, chronic health problems, lifestyle choices and other factors can play a role in causing male infertility."

He continued his saying, "Madhu, listen carefully, what I am saying is from a medical point of views as I am a Doctor also. There are other important reasons for becoming male infertility, so tell me without hesitation and shy whether your husband has problems with sexual function — for example, difficulty with ejaculation or small volumes of fluid ejaculated, reduced sexual desire, or difficulty maintaining an erection (erectile dysfunction) and pain, swelling or a lump in the testicle area."

With a dropping eyes, she replied, "Yes, he has all these problems what you mentioned."

Now, Pawan Kumar noted the reasons for her unhappiness, her emptiness and her sorrow. He could now guess how the healthful tint of quiet happiness which once painted her smooth cheek, had given place to a pale face, her eyes which were keener and most restless in glances once, now there was unquiet dropping of her heavy lids, as if tears lurked beneath their shadow.

He very lightly touched her shoulder with one hand while wiping her tears away with the other. Immediately, he looked away so that she would think this first touch from his side to be subconscious or genuine instead of being fake or forced.

Pawan Kumar touched the side of head first, then slowly brushed her hand backwards, moving his right hand through her hair, so smoothly, through the thickness of her hair. After that, his hand went down the side of her neck, passed her ear lobe, and started brushing something, ever so slowly, "stroke one, stroke two" off the top portion of her blouse, just above her breast line.

Pawan Kumar saw her distress, "Madhu," he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she choked. "It's just that..."

Pawan Kumar said nothing, but caressed her shoulder. Finally, Madhu broke down. She pushed away Pawan Kumar's hand away and ran inside the bed room, crying. Pawan Kumar followed her.

She sat on the side of the bed. Pawan Kumar walked slowly to her. He sat beside her. For a few moments they sat, his arm around her shoulders as she cried. "I..." Madhu spoke choking on her tears. A fresh wave of tears washed over her. She fought them back and went on, "I...I love my husband very much."

"Oh, Madhu!" he said, stroking her hair. He let her cry a bit more. When it seemed, she might not stop, he kissed the top of her head, very tenderly. Pawan Kumar rubbed her shoulder more, trying to find right words to comfort her. "Everyone in this world has problems, but that does not mean that one should give up the hopes and leads a painful life. There is no fault on your part, you are fertile, and you can be a mother."

"But, how?" Madhu sobbed.

"Madhu," Pawan Kumar said awkwardly. He touched her shoulder. His hand moved down, brushing the side of her breast. She clutched his hand in hers, pressing it against her boob.

He kissed the side of her neck, her ear. His fingers continued, thrusting, probing, stroking deep inside of her.

He held on to her shoulder. His finger stroked her skin. She thought nothing of it, but when his hand moved upwards and he started caressing her neck. She gave him an utterly surprised look.

Pawan Kumar looked in to her eyes a moment, then leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips. Before she could talk something or oppose, he timidly kissed her on lips. Now she stared at him in shock. A second later, he grabbed her shoulder, and kissed her again, bolder this time and longer. She tried to stop him, but his strong warm lips on her made her weak in the knees and she let herself be kissed.

It was a quick kiss, an innocent kiss. But Madhu's heart leapt in her breast...he had kissed her! She leaned closer, her lips parted slightly, hoping for another. Pawan Kumar hesitated, sensing what she wanted. At last he gave in and kissed her. Their mouths worked slowly. Caught up in the moment, Madhu took his face in her hands and kissed him more deeply. He returned the kiss eagerly. Their tongues danced. After a long minute, they parted. Pawan Kumar looked at her as Madhu sat upright, dropping her eyes shyly. Her bosom heaved, and her nipples were prominent beneath the sweaty, clinging blouse.​