Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

Purva gets ready for the visit to her husband's mentor's place

The couple had a good tight sleep in each other’s arms. Purva would often end up completely in the clutches of her husband Mushtaq, as he would tightly grab her boobs and pull his legs over her when they slept. It was his way of expressing his true love and lust for her. Of course, all the while, Purva felt as womanly as possible and loved how she was showered with lust and kink by her perverted husband Mushtaq.

At about 4:30, Purva woke up from her nap. Mushtaq was still sound asleep snoring loudly as he wrapped Purva all over with his love for her. Purva was of course very excited that she could wear her new slut costume to her husband’s mentor Rashid’s place. It was definitely going to be something she had never experienced, wearing such next-to-nothing clothes for such a visit. It was strangely erotic in its own way. Of course, she knew Mushtaq would also have the kink for it, so she could not wait to experience it herself. After a while, she woke up Mushtaq too. “Utho Mushtaq ji, nhi toh late ho jayenge hum”, she said to him.

Mushtaq got up and Purva urged him to have a bath to freshen himself. Mushtaq asked Purva to iron a pair of shirt and trouser for him, so that he could look his best in front of his boss and mentor, Rashid and his wife. Of course, he had to make himself look good when he was visiting such an important figure. So, as Mushtaq took bath, Purva proceeded to iron his clothes on the bed all nude. Mushtaq came out of the bath and dressed himself as Purva looked on. “Waah, mere patiji kya smart lag rahe hai“, she said and playfully gave him a hug, pressing her huge boobs onto her husband’s chest, much to his delight. They were a couple, of course, who had no inhibitions. Mushtaq kissed his wife roughly on her lips while squeezing her butt. “Randi, ab tujhe bhi tayyar hona padega”, he said with a kinky smile with a wink. Of course, Purva knew what that meant.

There was no doubt that Mushtaq wanted his wife to look her best, and that was evident in the way what he had in store for her. Of course, given his kink and perversion, he didn’t have to really plan it to execute what he had in mind.

After he got dressed in his impeccable new pair of trouser and shirt, he set on to satisfy his kink of showing off his wife in the sluttiest and gaudiest way possible. Purva was of course amazed at his kinky imagination, while at the same time, getting shamelessly wet in her pussy thinking of all the humiliation she will be subjected to in a while.

“Aaj tujhe mein ek dum maalraand jaise tayyar karungi randi…”, he said with a familiar lust that was known best to Purva.

He of course had a fetish for bright contrasting nasty colors on his dear wife. Of course, she was all his, and he spent a lot of time on his docile wife, to satisfy his kink of making her look like a cheap roadside prostitute.

He made her apply a dark shade of yellow for her kajal beneath her eyes. For her lipstick, Mushtaq chose a dark shade of maroon. He of course took the liberty of applying it himself, as he deposited huge amounts of the local paint on his wife’s luscious lips, extending it beyond her lips onto her skin. Purva was by then already blushing with humiliated embarrassment. It of course, made her look so damn cheap and slutty and she wasn’t really sure how she would be received by her guests in such whorish makeup. But, of course, she let her husband do what he felt. She existed for him, and his happiness meant the world to her. She certainly loved his kink, and her new found fetish for being humiliated made her embrace her new oncoming look even more, as she found herself getting more and more damp by the second in her loins.

Mushtaq then proceeded to examine Purva’s pussy to get rid off any little pubic hair. He always loved her wife to exhibit herself with a perfectly trimmed pussy, so when he saw minor details of pubic hair, he proceeded to shave them off with the razor that was gifted to Purva during their marriage. With that done, Mushtaq then asked Purva to adorn a local anklet that was again gifted to her by one of the slum dwellers, who happened to own a local artifact shop. This ornament of course added more to her humiliation as it made a silly little noise every time Purva took a step. To add more to the slut outlook, Mushtaq asked Purva to put on just one anklet instead of the pair, on her right leg. Next, he proceeded to tie her fake silver kamarband around her shapely waist to give the effect of a traditional whore. Purva was by now blushing like crazy. It of course went with all the kink that Mushtaq possessed, and she loved it. She was in the mood to give it all.

Finally, Mushtaq made Purva wear her newest acquisition, the slut costume that the sarpanch had prepared for her. The costume consisted of a silly cloth that was cut at regular intervals with the intent of showing off most of Purva’s skin while giving a try of hiding her modesty. It retained cloth at the front and back, at her pussy and ass crack respectively, while sacrificing a little of her ass crack at the top. It was of course too short for her to wear, but that was the intention. She then put on the bra that needed little effort as it just hid her nipples from view. Mushtaq could not believe his eyes at the gorgeous sexpot in front of him. He made her stand a little over a meter distances in their little house, and observed her, gauging if she needed anymore enhancement to exhibit her as a shameless whore. With the dark shades of yellow and maroon on her face, along with the short uneven whorish hairdo, she was looking fabulously raunchy and slutty. Added to that the costume she wore, was a masterpiece, a stroke of utmost perversion adorned on a willing whore. To top it off was the kamarband along with the single anklet on Purva’s right leg that finished the job of completing her humiliating outfit.

Mushtaq then made her put on her dark fluorescent heels that she had gotten a couple of days back from Ghafur chacha’s. It seemed like Ghafur chacha’s was her personal fashion designer. There was of course no doubt that Purva was a whore, but this whole impression that she carried with her current demeanor was out of this world, for sure. She was probably the sluttiest woman on earth right now, thought Mushtaq. His kink knew no bounds as he feasted on the lust object in front of him. “Randi, aaj toh tu alag hi maal lag rhi hai”, was all he could say. Purva blushed red in front of her husband, feeling so damn womanly. Her humiliation of being looked at like a shameless whore made her feel ecstatic with new found rigor, as she looked herself in the mirror. She felt it, and she longed it…this feeling of humiliation. Every part of her body was oozing cheapness and lust as she adorned such a lusty persona on her.

She was made for being like this, being adorned by her man, as he wished, with little care for her dignity. Her dignity was all his, in all its entirety. New fetishes and new kinks are always hot, and that was the situation Purva was in, no doubt. While her husband was dressed impeccably in a brand new white cotton shirt and a new trouser that made him look all classy, she was dressed like a trash whore. Her clothes were a result of extreme male kink designed from the old clothes of the local slum women. It made her feel really humiliated, but at the same time, it was the strangest erotica she had ever experienced so far in her slut life. She loved how submissive and ready to be humiliated she looked in her current self. She was oozing perverted juices from her vagina as she enjoyed the erotica of the situation, and it was just getting started. She didn’t even get to meet the strangers she was about to, and she was already loving the feel of it.

After Mushtaq made her wrap herself in a dupatta to avoid exhibiting herself in such a nasty ridiculous costume in the richest localities of the slum, the couple set off to Rashid’s house on Mushtaq’s bicycle. It was about 4 kilometres from their place, and Purva couldn’t wait to exhibit her slut body to her latest captors, the ones that would change her life.

Purva was given into a humiliating role.

Rashid too, like almost all the men in the slum possessed a strange sense of kink and perversion. When he first came to know of Purva after her gang bang in Salim’s garage, he was aching to see her in person. Like all, he too found great lust and kink in the story of the urban housewife turned whore Purva back then. Unfortunately, he could not make it to the Mushtaq and Purva’s wedding that was held in the slums a few days back, but nonetheless, he had planned to see her in person. But of course, he had to deal with his wife. He could not come across as someone, aged so old as he was, to exhibit such perverted tendencies, but he managed to do pull it off. After Purva’s humiliation episode by the slum women, he had a brilliant idea in mind, and once he discussed it with his wife, he was lucky to have found a way to see the shameless whore in person.

He had called Mushaq earlier that day to ask him and his slut to come to their place for dinner to discuss the proposal he and his wife had in their minds. Later, when his wife was not present beside him, he had planned to call up Mushtaq personally, to ask him to make his whore wife wear something really slutty. But, much to his fortune, Mushtaq had called him by himself the very next moment asking if Purva would be allowed to wear something obscene. He was thrilled to say the least. Rather than coming off as a perverted male who took the chance to see generous clothing on a slut, he would now come off as a generous person who would allow a slut to wear the clothes she wished. It was just a stroke of absolute luck, he thought and smiled to himself. He didn’t make efforts to inform his wife that the whore would arrive at their place wearing an extremely obscene and skimpy outfit; he decided that he would let her deal with it. After all, he and particularly his wife regarded themselves as “modern” people, so there wasn’t going to be really an issue. Luckily, their lads were also not at home, so there would be no real reason for his wife to disregard Purva’s choice of clothes, or the lack of it.

Rashid was eagerly waiting for the arrival of Mushtaq and his whore. He was aged around 60 but even for his age, he did not mind looking and feasting at an inadequately dressed whore. At about 6:15 pm, as Rashid and his wife Nasira were awaiting their guests, there was a knock on the door. Rashid immediately stood up to open the door and welcome their guests.

“Aao aao Mushtaq, aao purghi….andar aao”, he greeted them. Of course, he had known Purva of her nickname that Nazir, their common friend had christened for the slut.

Purva was of course already in her role of a humiliated embarrassed slut, and the word purghi did more to her strange fetish of being humiliated. Mushtaq held her by her waist, as they entered their house.

As Rashid closed the door, Purva turned around and bent down to their Rashid’s feet. “Salaam Rashid ji”, she said.

“Arre wah, badhiya, salaam purghi, utho utho…”, he said, while holding her shoulders tightly.

“Yeh hai meri patni, Nasira”, he said, as Nasira approached the couple. Purva still had the dupatta over her hair and her torso. As Nasira approached them, Purva again bent down to touch her feet… “Salaam Nasira bhabhi”, she said. Given that Nasira was quite older to both Mushtaq and purva, in particular, she really loved how respectful Purva was. “Salaam neecha…”, she said.

Nasira greeted Mushtaq too as both the couple seated themselves in the two sofas in front of each other.

“Kaise ho Mushtaq, sab sahi?”, Rashid said.

“Haan Rashid bhayya, sab sahi hai”, said Mushtaq.

Rashid eager to see the real whore, urged Purva… “purghi, ab tum dupatta utaar sakte ho, koi baat nhi”, he said.

Purva still shy in front of her new acquaintances, looked at her husband as if asking for his permission to show off her whore body to them. Upon his slight nod, she then stood up, before glancing at both Rashid and Nasira, and in a slow motion, unveiled her dupatta.

It was indeed a sight to behold for Rashid. Never in his life, even in his porn films, that he watched in his younger days had promoted such a voluptuous image of a female. She was surely the most perverted sight he had ever witnessed. He just sat there dumbfounded expressionless, as Purva shameless sat down with her legs crossed. She tossed the dupatta to the side and put it to her other side on the sofa as she seated herself close to her dear husband. She was shy, but feeling extremely nasty at the situation.

Nasira, of course was taken aback with Purva’s extremely bold and whorish outfit, but she managed to stay put in front of Mushtaq. She of course, knew Mushtaq from a very long time, and she regarded him as a good natured person, always available at her beck and call even in the absence of her husband for personal favours. She of course, did not expect such a vulgar outfit on his whore, but she did not show it. She had come to know of Purva’s public humiliation in the slums by the slum women a couple of days back, and the fact that she was a shameless whore was known to all the dignified women she was in touch with. But now, seeing her in such a shameless avatar attested to the fact that she was indeed one characterless whore. Of course, like all the slum dwellers, she knew of Purva’s origin, and the way she exhibited herself as Mushtaq’s whore made her wonder what was up with this woman. She could not believe how nasty and slutty she had made herself look in that ridiculous outfit and her overly trashy makeup. She was also concerned with her armpit bush, that was making her look even more like a ridiculous clown.

With the intent of clearing the air of the situation, Rashid said, “Waah, purghi, yeh dress tere pe bohot sahi lag rha hai”, he said, with a slight smile.

Purva was of course dying of shyness. She needed a little more time to ease herself in, but Rashid’s words made her a little less uncomfortable. After all, she was a whore, and she dressed just like one, she was confident enough. Moreover, the beating that she had endured from the slum women for appearing buck naked right on the streets as well as her dirty naked avatar for panchayat had made her even more bold and shameless.

“Bhayya yeh dress sarpanch saheb ne silwaya, gaon ke auraton ke purane kapde se”, Mushtaq said, pulling his dear wife closer to her.

“Achha, sahi hai…Hussain ne sahi design chuna hai purghi pe”, he said with mock laughter.

Finally, Nasira bhabhi too started to settle into the situation. After all, she too reasoned that such a shameless whore was entitled to wear such demeaning clothes for the world to see. “Neecha, tumhare baare me meine bohot kuch suna hai…aaj pehli baar tumse mil ke achha lag rha hai”, she said with a smile on her face.

Purva was certainly surprized such a positive reaction to her slut avatar from an old woman as Nasira. To Purva, both Rashid and Nasira seemed very dignified as shown by their status in the slums. Mushtaq told her that Rashid was one of the senior citizens in the slums and his word meant a lot. He also told her that Nasira was like an elder sister to her, and that she was beside him along with Rashid in his struggles in the slums. So when Nasira had said what she said, Purva was very happy to have accepted her as a shameless whore. Out of happiness and respect, she once again got up and walked over to Nasira and touched her feet again, “thank you Nasira bhabhi, aap se mil ke mujhe bohot khush hua hai“, she said.

“Arre, aise kya baat hai neecha, aao mere paas baitho”, she said as Nasira made her sit next to her at the corner.

Nasira then called out loud, “Dimri, mehmaan k liye paani le aana beta”.

Dimri was Nasira’s in-house maid. She was about 22 years old. When she made her way to the hall, Purva saw that she was quite short for her age. She noticed that she greeted Mushtaq , but just gave a casual look to Purva. She had also noticed the frown on her face, visibly because of her slut costume. Purva didn’t really bother herself with it, as she was certainly accepted by Nasira bhabhi.

As Dimri entered the hall with the tray of glasses, Nasira bhabhi said, “Yeh hai Dimri, yeh mere liye ghar ka kaam karti hai…”. She continued, “Dimri, Mushtaq bhayya to tumhe pata hi hai, aur yeh hai unki biwi, neecha”. Purva of course, now resigned to the fact that she would be called neecha in the households by the women in the slums. She also figured out that all of them knew of her humiliation by the slum women. Apparently, matters dealt with the panchayat attained very high notice in the slums. Dimri once again, looked at Purva with a hint of disdain as if giving her notice to a whore like Purva wasn’t worth of her time.

“neecha, jab tere saath milk booth pe kaand hua tha, yeh wahi thi…toh usne ghar aake mere ko sab bataya tha”, said Nasira bhabhi. “Sach sach batau toh Dimri ne bhi tere maar-peeth ki thi apne chappal se sab k saath, par jab yeh aake mujhe batayi thi, meine usko daanta”, said Nasira bhabhi.

So that was the thing. Dimri was personally present and had even taken part in Purva’s humiliation and that was the reason why she acted all disdainful towards her. Purva felt really embarrassed in the situation, and wished that Nasira bhabhi hadn’t mentioned this to her, at least in Dimri’s presence. Of course, it was really humiliating for her to be told that a low-life servant like Dimri had actually beaten Purva with her slippers out in the public. “Achha bhabhi”, was all she managed to say with a silly smile. She looked at Dimri with the same smile, hoping to receive it back to let the embarrassment pass, but Dimri thought the better of it, as she just grimaced at her smile, and turned away from her look, as if she was a worthless little whore.

Nasira knew what was going on, and said to Dimri, “Dimri, sab k liye thoda chai aur pakode bana ke le aana beta”. Once Dimri went back to carry out her task, Nasira turned to Purva and said, “usko chhod, woh Sultana ka dost hai toh woh bhi uske saath mil ke teri ghor maar-peeth kiya..”, she said to Purva, much to deepen Purva’s embarrassment.

Gradually, as the evening proceeded, Purva began to feel more and more comfortable. She was aware of the glances that Rashid was throwing at her hot outfit and how he was managing to lust at her huge boobs that were laced by her tiny little bra. Her nipples were mostly covered, but the fact that all of her remaining flesh was on an open show for everyone to see made it hotter. Beneath her waist, she was feeling as if she was not wearing anything, such was the design of the skirt. She still made it a point to cross her legs out of respect for Nasira bhabhi to avoid showing off her pussy. But the rest of the skin was open for lusting at for Rashid, and Purva knew Rashid made sure he noticed every inch of her bare skin, much to her delight.

Finally, the time had come to talk about the subject of the meeting. After having their chai and pakodas, Nasira brought the topic to the forefront.

“Mushtaq ji, aap ko aur neecha aaj issi liye bulaya humare yahan kyun ki aap se ek baat poochni thi”, said Nasira.

By now, Purva had moved back to Mushtaq, as she sat close to him.

“Bolo na Nasira bhabhi”, said Mushtaq with a polite smile.

“Mushtaq ji, baat yeh hai ki, yeh Dimri mere liye bohot saal se kaam kar rhi hai. Isko Rashid ji ne uske gaon se leke aaye the 2 saal pehle, aur woh bechari aaj tak ek baar bhi wapas nhi gayi. Mere ko bhi umar bohot ho gayi hai, aur mein akela kaam bilkul nhi kar paati aaj kal. Toh jab bhi Dimri poochti hai, mein usse apna gaon jaane k liye mana kar deti thi. Aur aap ko toh pata hi hoga, yahan k auraton ko bohot garv hota hai, aur ghar pe kaam karne k liye koi nhi milta…sab apne apne ghar pe aise ek kaamwali ko laga diya hai”, she said.

“Achha bhabhi, aage bolo na kya hua…”, said Mushtaq.

“Haan, toh jab meine suna ki yeh neecha, ab doodh bechne lagi hai auraton k ghar pe, toh mujhe laga ki hum aap se pooch sakte hai yeh cheez”, said Nasira, trying to get a hint from Mushtaq about his decision already.

“Arre bhabhi, aage bolo na”, he said trying to make her at ease.

“Toh mein chahti hu ki agar do hafte ke liye Dimri apni gaon chali gayi toh yeh neecha mere liye ghar pe kaamwali bann jaaye, paise ki chinta nhi hai…bass ghar ka pura kaam kar le neecha yeh chahiye bass.”, she said with a polite smile trying to sound as less demanding as possible.

Purva was astounded to this new revelation. She could not believe she was being asked to be a kaamwali for them. It was of course really demeaning to her, to be even considered to be a candidate for a cheap maid. Maybe they forgot who she really was, she thought to herself. She actually belonged to the urban households, and she certainly did not sign up for this. But again, she was just a whore, a neech as she was classified in the panchayat in front of one and all. She started to go through the familiar thought process when she was decided in front of all the people in the slums that she was going to be doodhwali, but this one, was somehow, more demeaning, more personal. Still, out of respect, when Nasira bhabhi looked at her with a gentle smile, she surpassed all the thoughts that messed with her head and returned the smile.

Mushtaq was of course in a situation. What could he say? He was, no doubt, indebted to both Rashid and Nasira for their help. Rashid in particular, was the sole reason behind his opportunity to fly to Dubai. Of course, it was his hard work that was the major contributor, but he was sure that it certainly would not have been possible without Rashid’s mentoring and his help. What would he do? He thought for a minute, and finally blurted out…

“Arre bhabhi, paise kiss baat ki…parr mein isko pura din chodd ke nhi reh sakta…“, he said.

“Arre Mushtaq ji, neecha ko pura din rehne ki jarurat nhi hai…isko bass subah 2 ghante aur shaam ko 1 ghanta lagana hoga. Itni samay me bohot kaam kar sakti hai neecha, mujhe pata hai“, she said, once again, with a pacifying smile towards Purva.

“Achha, fir thik hai bhabhi, koi baat nhi. Aa jayegi purva aap ke yahan kaam karne”, he said emphatically.

Mushtaq’s words hit Purva hard, without a doubt. She had considered that his husband, would at least consult her opinion before giving the word. After all, she was going to be made a servant, a maid and a low-life for an old couple she had just met and she felt it rather humiliating for not getting a chance to have her say in the matter. She was reduced to a low-life whore and a slum worker, just like that, and she could not believe it.

The decision was already taken for all practical purposes, and it all seemed like a twisted game to humiliate the whore. For Purva, she was still taken aback at the turn of events. It wasn’t something she had expected. Nasira bhabhi again clever enough to gauge the string of thoughts in Purva’s head, said “Neecha, agar tumhe koi dikkat hai toh tum mana kar sakti ho”, she said, fully aware that she could not deny something that was agreed by her husband. Of course, she had the hunch that Purva was a really submissive person, and the fact that her husband had already given away to the proposal, would hardly allow Purva to speak her mind.

For a moment, Purva considered denying it. But then, her true self got the better of her. It was a strange feeling that she was going through, and she could not explain it. Why was she enjoying this feeling of being a low-life slum worker, being talked about like she was just a slut and a whore with no self-respect? She didn’t know. In that costume and makeup, she was feeling really submissive as it was, and now this proposal brought strange sensations in her to life. Rashid and Nasira bhabhi as well as Mushtaq looked on towards her, as she contemplated her decision. If she indeed accepted this proposal of being a servant for Nasira bhabhi, there was no turning back. She would be regarded as the low-life of the slums. It was so demeaning to her that she was considered to be a servant for the people of the slums, but at the same time, it was a strange spark that tickled her shameless fetish. What the heck was that, she thought to herself. Her submissive nature was really something she had at the back of her mind all these days, be it her sex life with her husband, or the innumerable sex escapades she had had for a while now with various kinds of perverted and dominating cheap men from the slums. But this was a new feeling, a new kind of submissiveness. It really had no sexuality attached to it explicitly, but it still made her feel erotic. The whole humiliation was making her feel hotter and hotter now, as she embraced the inner submissive within her. “Mushtaq ji jo bolenge, mein wahi karungi bhabhi”, she said with a shy smile, that surprised even her, once she said it.

Nasira beamed, “badhiya neecha…gaon ki koi aurat nhi tayyar thi kaamwali banne k liye, parr tumne yeh bol ke mera dil khush kar diya”, she said stretching her arms calling Purva towards her as they shared a good close hug.

As they settled into the evening, Purva felt all this a dream. How could she even accept such a demeaning proposal? She didn’t really have a clue. She was a little pissed off with her husband too. How could he just accept the proposal of having his wife become a servant , just like that? without even taking her call? It was something she couldn’t accept, but then again, her mind was thinking all sorts of things. She had this strange sensation of being very excited about being a servant, a strange feeling being the lowest kind. Of course, it had to do everything with her new found humiliation fetish, but it was too hot for her.

As the night ended with a tasty dinner that was cooked by Dimri, Nasira bhabhi held Purva by her waist and said, “kal se Rashid ji aur mujhe tumhare haath se bana hua khana khaane ko milega”.

Purva, still confused with her unfamiliar situation passed a smile trying to seem nonchalant, “ji bhabhi”, she said.

After some more chatter, finally it was time to bid goodbye. Nasira called out to Dimri who spent most of the time away from the guests. “Dimri, dekho tum neecha ko jooton se maara uss din, parr ab tum iske wajah se apna ghar jaa paogi”, she said, with a faint laugh.

Dimri still didn’t seem to be really impressed with Purva. She just passed a smile to Nasira bhabhi, just throwing a look at Purva.

Purva was still confused what was happening although it all strangely turned her on. Mushtaq proceeded to put the dupatta on his slut, as the couple bid farewell to them.

“Toh kal subah doodh bechne k baad aa jana neecha”, said Nasira as she waved a goodbye to her to-be servant maid. “Ji bhabhi”, said Purva, and after once again touching both Rashid and Nasira bhabhi's feet as a mark of respect, the couple hopped onto the bicycle to go back to their place.
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Purva as kaamwali and doodhwali, next what?

Purva dutifully woke up on time the next day. It was officially her 3rd day as the slum’s doodhwali. She felt nice about it. The slum women were now her friends, as she chatted about happily for a minute or so with each of them when delivering their milk. She felt it nice that they too could the animosity for Purva for appearing naked on the streets in front of them in the milk booth, and be friends with her. Even Sultana too seemed to slowly be friends with her. Of course they were not friends Purva, the whore who wandered out naked into the milk booth and as a result of which she was humiliated like never before on the streets. It was certainly something that had not happened any time earlier in Mastanpur’s history. It was a pivotal moment. So the slums women still detested the real Purva but were friends with Neecha, A character that was moulded out of Purva in the last few days. The humiliation of the whore along with the harsh rulings of the local panchayat transformed her character to a new utterly de-socialized version of the trash whore. That’s whom they were friends with. Purva did realise this, that if she ever made the mistake of exposing her privates in their presence would revert of their friendship.

As usual Purva delivered milk that day to the slum women. After that she would usually spend about 15 mins. at dadi maa’s place. purva certainly developed fondness to dadi maa, as she would joke around with Purva. It seemed to Purva that even dadi maa’s initial resentment she had when she appeared naked for the second time and when she took the brutal humiliation, was going away now. She would talk to her very jovially, unlike the other slum women. Of course, she couldn’t blame them because they were busy, whereas dadi maa was in her house all the time. So after delivering milk, she went to dadi maa’s. While dadi maa was preparing tea for them, Purva told her that she had accepted to be a temporary maid for Nasira bhabhi and Rashid ji, who were her husband’s idols. Purva didn’t really know why she found it necessary to tell this to dadi maa, but she did it anyway.

“achha, Nasira bhabhi k yahan? sahi hai neecha…Nasira bhabhi bohot achhi hai, tumhe bhi wahan kaam karne me mazaa aayega”, dadi maa said with a smile.

She also mentioned that she and Mushtaq were invited to their house yesterday and that’s when Nasira had talked to them about Purva being her kaamwali.

After some more chatter while having tea, Purva head to Nasira bhabhi’s house for her first day as the kaamwali.She hopped onto her cycle and reached the house in about 10 mins. Rashid ji opened the door.

“Arre wah purghi aao aao, tumhara hi intezaar tha“, he said ogling openly at her huge breasts in the tiny bra of hers.
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