Fantasy Breastmilk tradition of Walvan
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The wedding preparations had left everyone exhausted by the time they arrived at the host's house. The men — Dadaji, Raju’s father, and Raju — retreated to a small room at the back of the house to rest. Sujata and Manisha were nowhere to be seen, lost in the chaos of preparing meals and greeting guests.
The room was cramped, and the heat was stifling. As they sprawled on the thin mattresses, Sanjivani, the 25 year-old daughter in law of Grandpa's brother, entered with her infant son on her hip. She was petite, with sharp features and a mischievous glint in her eyes, though her low cut blouse clung to her from sweat after hours of work.
“I was sent here to look after all of you,” she announced, smiling slyly. Her son squirmed impatiently against her, tugging at her blouse for attention.
Dadaji, who was reclining on a bolster in the corner, raised his head and grinned. “So, Sanjivani, can you help us? Sujata and Manisha have been ignoring our needs for hours.”
Sanjivani looked puzzled at first, bouncing her son to soothe him. “What do you mean?”
Raju’s father chuckled and gestured vaguely. “Not food. Milk. Sujata and Manisha always take care of us, but they’re too busy today.”
It took her a moment to understand, and when she did, her eyes widened before she let out a laugh. “You mean… they actually…? For all of you?” She gestured to include both the Dadaji and Raju’s father.
“They do,” Dadaji confirmed proudly, shifting in anticipation. “It’s our little intimate moment.”
Sanjivani blinked, then grinned mischievously. “I suppose I can help let you drink my milk, but don’t expect me to be as cooperative as Sujata and Manisha.”
Her son, still fussing, interrupted the banter by burying his face into her chest. “Alright, let me deal with this one first,” she said, sitting cross-legged on the mattress. She adjusted removed her pallu and unhooked lower buttons of her blouse, gently guiding her son to latch. As the boy nursed, she glanced at the men with an arched eyebrow. “Well? Who’s going first?”
Dadaji wasted no time, crawling over to sit beside her. “Me, of course. I’m the oldest.”
“Alright, alright, settle down,” Sanjivani muttered, her voice tinged with amusement. She shifted her son to the left breast and patted his lap, gesturing for Dadaji to rest his head on right lap. “You’ll have to wait until he’s done, though. I’m not as efficient as Sujata and Manisha.”
When her son finished nursing, she laid him on the mattress beside her and turned to Dadaji, helping him position his head on her lap. “Alright, Baba, let’s see if I can manage this.” She unhooked the right side of her blouse and offered her breast to grandfather.
Dadaji latched on enthusiastically but far too roughly, making her wince. She tapped his ear sharply. “Easy, Baba! I’m not a cow. Don’t suck so hard.”
Dadaji muttered an apology, his lips still working steadily.
“Use less teeth,” she requested, shifting uncomfortably. “How do Sujata and Manisha put up with you?”
Raju’s father laughed from across the room. “They don’t. They complain all the time. Welcome to the club, Sanjivani.”
She glared at him playfully but kept massaging her breast with her fingers to encourage a smoother flow. “You’re like feeding a stubborn calf,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
When Dadaji finally emptied her right breast, he sat up with a satisfied sigh. “Not bad,” he said cheekily, licking his lips.
Sanjivani shook her head in disbelief, adjusting her blouse. “So you also give review on breast milk, I don’t know how those two do this every day. You’re impossible.”
Raju’s father took Dadaji’s place, settling beside her with a sheepish grin. “Your turn already?” she teased, wiping Grandpa's saliva on her blouse. “Fine. Just don’t bite, or I’m kicking you out.”
He latched on more carefully than Dadaji, but she still scolded him when he pressed too hard. “You’re just as bad,” she muttered.
By the time both her breasts were emptied and the men were satisfied, Sanjivani was visibly tired. She leaned back against the wall, wiping her brow. “That’s it,” she declared. “I’m done. If you need more, go find Sujata and Manisha.”
Before she could re-button her blouse, Raju hesitated and asked quietly, “Can I…?”
Sanjivani looked at him, surprised by his timidness. “You too?” she asked, though her voice was gentler.
He nodded shyly, sitting down cross-legged in front of her. She smiled and patted his shoulder. “I dont have milk in my breasts, Alright I can dry nurse you.”
Unlike the others, Raju nestled against her lap comfortably, resting his head with a natural ease. Sanjivani helped guide him gently, her fingers massaging his cheek to ears, as he latched on effortlessly.
To her surprise, he made her feel content, like he was getting massaged after getting milked, he was calm and measured. He didn’t tug or press too hard. Instead, it felt almost soothing. She smiled down at him, stroking his hair absentmindedly.
“You’re the only one who does this properly,” she murmured, her tone affectionate. “No wonder your aunts praise you.”
When he finished, she leaned back with a sigh of relief. “That’s enough for today. I’ll only feed you from now on. You’re the easiest.”
The peace was short-lived, however, as Sujata and Manisha stormed into the room moments later.
“What’s going on here?” Sujata demanded, her hands on her hips. “Sanju, did they bother you too?”
“They didn’t bother me, they made me their cow” Sanjivani said, though her tone was dry. “But they’re impossible to feed. No wonder you’re always complaining.”
Manisha shot a glare at the men. “You two are hopeless. We leave you alone for a few hours, and you find another woman to satisfy your hunger.”
“Well, you were busy,” Dadaji said defensively.
Sujata sighed, shaking her head. “Sanju, don’t let them take advantage of you. They’ll make you their full-time nanny if you’re not careful.”
“Don’t worry,” Sanjivani replied with a chuckle. “I’ve already decided. Raju’s the only one I’ll feed. He’s polite, unlike these two.”
Raju’s father and Dadaji looked sheepish, but before they could argue, Sujata sat down beside Sanjivani and unhooked her blouse.
“Here,” she said, pulling Sanjivani’s son onto her lap. “You’ve done enough. I’ll take care of this one.”
Manisha joined her, taking Raju to other end of the room. “Raju is more deserving of our care,” she added with a wry smile.
The room settled into a calm rhythm, the women’s voices blending with the soft sounds of nursing.
The wedding preparations had left everyone exhausted by the time they arrived at the host's house. The men — Dadaji, Raju’s father, and Raju — retreated to a small room at the back of the house to rest. Sujata and Manisha were nowhere to be seen, lost in the chaos of preparing meals and greeting guests.
The room was cramped, and the heat was stifling. As they sprawled on the thin mattresses, Sanjivani, the 25 year-old daughter in law of Grandpa's brother, entered with her infant son on her hip. She was petite, with sharp features and a mischievous glint in her eyes, though her low cut blouse clung to her from sweat after hours of work.
“I was sent here to look after all of you,” she announced, smiling slyly. Her son squirmed impatiently against her, tugging at her blouse for attention.
Dadaji, who was reclining on a bolster in the corner, raised his head and grinned. “So, Sanjivani, can you help us? Sujata and Manisha have been ignoring our needs for hours.”
Sanjivani looked puzzled at first, bouncing her son to soothe him. “What do you mean?”
Raju’s father chuckled and gestured vaguely. “Not food. Milk. Sujata and Manisha always take care of us, but they’re too busy today.”
It took her a moment to understand, and when she did, her eyes widened before she let out a laugh. “You mean… they actually…? For all of you?” She gestured to include both the Dadaji and Raju’s father.
“They do,” Dadaji confirmed proudly, shifting in anticipation. “It’s our little intimate moment.”
Sanjivani blinked, then grinned mischievously. “I suppose I can help let you drink my milk, but don’t expect me to be as cooperative as Sujata and Manisha.”
Her son, still fussing, interrupted the banter by burying his face into her chest. “Alright, let me deal with this one first,” she said, sitting cross-legged on the mattress. She adjusted removed her pallu and unhooked lower buttons of her blouse, gently guiding her son to latch. As the boy nursed, she glanced at the men with an arched eyebrow. “Well? Who’s going first?”
Dadaji wasted no time, crawling over to sit beside her. “Me, of course. I’m the oldest.”
“Alright, alright, settle down,” Sanjivani muttered, her voice tinged with amusement. She shifted her son to the left breast and patted his lap, gesturing for Dadaji to rest his head on right lap. “You’ll have to wait until he’s done, though. I’m not as efficient as Sujata and Manisha.”
When her son finished nursing, she laid him on the mattress beside her and turned to Dadaji, helping him position his head on her lap. “Alright, Baba, let’s see if I can manage this.” She unhooked the right side of her blouse and offered her breast to grandfather.
Dadaji latched on enthusiastically but far too roughly, making her wince. She tapped his ear sharply. “Easy, Baba! I’m not a cow. Don’t suck so hard.”
Dadaji muttered an apology, his lips still working steadily.
“Use less teeth,” she requested, shifting uncomfortably. “How do Sujata and Manisha put up with you?”
Raju’s father laughed from across the room. “They don’t. They complain all the time. Welcome to the club, Sanjivani.”
She glared at him playfully but kept massaging her breast with her fingers to encourage a smoother flow. “You’re like feeding a stubborn calf,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
When Dadaji finally emptied her right breast, he sat up with a satisfied sigh. “Not bad,” he said cheekily, licking his lips.
Sanjivani shook her head in disbelief, adjusting her blouse. “So you also give review on breast milk, I don’t know how those two do this every day. You’re impossible.”
Raju’s father took Dadaji’s place, settling beside her with a sheepish grin. “Your turn already?” she teased, wiping Grandpa's saliva on her blouse. “Fine. Just don’t bite, or I’m kicking you out.”
He latched on more carefully than Dadaji, but she still scolded him when he pressed too hard. “You’re just as bad,” she muttered.
By the time both her breasts were emptied and the men were satisfied, Sanjivani was visibly tired. She leaned back against the wall, wiping her brow. “That’s it,” she declared. “I’m done. If you need more, go find Sujata and Manisha.”
Before she could re-button her blouse, Raju hesitated and asked quietly, “Can I…?”
Sanjivani looked at him, surprised by his timidness. “You too?” she asked, though her voice was gentler.
He nodded shyly, sitting down cross-legged in front of her. She smiled and patted his shoulder. “I dont have milk in my breasts, Alright I can dry nurse you.”
Unlike the others, Raju nestled against her lap comfortably, resting his head with a natural ease. Sanjivani helped guide him gently, her fingers massaging his cheek to ears, as he latched on effortlessly.
To her surprise, he made her feel content, like he was getting massaged after getting milked, he was calm and measured. He didn’t tug or press too hard. Instead, it felt almost soothing. She smiled down at him, stroking his hair absentmindedly.
“You’re the only one who does this properly,” she murmured, her tone affectionate. “No wonder your aunts praise you.”
When he finished, she leaned back with a sigh of relief. “That’s enough for today. I’ll only feed you from now on. You’re the easiest.”
The peace was short-lived, however, as Sujata and Manisha stormed into the room moments later.
“What’s going on here?” Sujata demanded, her hands on her hips. “Sanju, did they bother you too?”
“They didn’t bother me, they made me their cow” Sanjivani said, though her tone was dry. “But they’re impossible to feed. No wonder you’re always complaining.”
Manisha shot a glare at the men. “You two are hopeless. We leave you alone for a few hours, and you find another woman to satisfy your hunger.”
“Well, you were busy,” Dadaji said defensively.
Sujata sighed, shaking her head. “Sanju, don’t let them take advantage of you. They’ll make you their full-time nanny if you’re not careful.”
“Don’t worry,” Sanjivani replied with a chuckle. “I’ve already decided. Raju’s the only one I’ll feed. He’s polite, unlike these two.”
Raju’s father and Dadaji looked sheepish, but before they could argue, Sujata sat down beside Sanjivani and unhooked her blouse.
“Here,” she said, pulling Sanjivani’s son onto her lap. “You’ve done enough. I’ll take care of this one.”
Manisha joined her, taking Raju to other end of the room. “Raju is more deserving of our care,” she added with a wry smile.
The room settled into a calm rhythm, the women’s voices blending with the soft sounds of nursing.
Update 11
The wedding was a grand event, with the house brimming with relatives, neighbors, and friends. The sounds of laughter, chattering women, and children playing filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of utensils from the kitchen and the steady beats of dholaks in the background.
Manisha and Sujata moved about the crowded space, balancing trays of sweets and dishes while directing helpers. Their sarees were tucked at the waist for easier movement, the pallus draped loosely over their shoulders, damp from sweat after hours of preparation. The heat of the afternoon only added to the chaos, making their skin glisten as they worked tirelessly.
Dadaji sat on the verandah, his arms crossed and his face set in a frown. He watched the scene with growing irritation, tapping his cane on the floor in short, sharp bursts.
As Sujata passed him with a tray of ladoos, he muttered loud enough for her to hear, “All this noise, all this food, but no one thinks of me. No one cares if I’m hungry!”
Sujata sighed, setting the tray on a nearby table. “Baba, what now? There’s food everywhere. What do you want?”
He gave her a pointed look. “You know what I want. Don’t play dumb.”
Sujata’s eyes narrowed. “Baba, not now. The house is full of people. Can’t you wait until things settle down?”
“I’ve waited long enough,” he snapped. “You want me to collapse in the middle of all this?”
Manisha appeared, carrying another tray, and immediately understood the situation. She groaned, wiping her forehead with her pallu. “Baba, you’re impossible. Fine, but make it quick. If anyone catches us—”
“I’ll be quiet,” he assured her, already rising from his seat.
She led him to a small storage room at the back of the house, its dim interior offering some semblance of privacy. Manisha pulled a wooden stool into the corner and made him sit on it, she stood beside him.
“Here,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Take the aerola in, I will feed you standing up.”
Dadaji gulped her nipple eagerly, leaning back onto her body. Manisha adjusted her saree, pulling the pallu over his face as she starts to lactate.
“Don’t pull too hard,” she warned, guiding his head closer with one hand while holding her breast with the other. She gently pressed her fingers around the areola, encouraging the milk to flow as he latched on.
The first few moments were peaceful, but soon enough, Dadaji tugged a bit too hard. Manisha winced, her hand moving to pinch his ear lightly. “I told you not to pull!”
Dadaji grunted in response but eased up slightly, settling into a steadier rhythm. The room was quiet except for the faint sounds of his sucking and the rustle of Manisha’s saree as she adjusted her position.
Before long, Sujata peeked into the room, her arms crossed. “Manisha, how long are you going to be? I told you we can’t all disappear at once.”
Manisha rolled her eyes, tapping Dadaji’s shoulder. “Alright, Baba, that’s enough. Sujata’s here. Let her take over.”
Dadaji grumbled but shifted away, allowing Sujata to take his place on the stool.
“Come on, Baba,” Sujata said, patting her lap. “Let’s get this over with.”
As he rested his head on her lap, Sujata unhooked her blouse, pulling her pallu across to shield them. She guided him closer, her fingers pressing around the nipple to help him latch.
“Drink all you like,” she gushed, her tone softer than Manisha’s.
Dadaji’s response was a low grunt, but he obeyed, though his enthusiasm occasionally made Sujata wince.
“You’re hungry,” she muttered, using her free hand to fan herself with her pallu.
Meanwhile, Raju’s father had been hovering near the kitchen, clearly looking for an excuse to escape the bustle. Spotting Manisha as she returned from the storage room, he stumbled dramatically, clutching his head.
“I don’t feel well,” he announced loudly, drawing the attention of nearby relatives.
“What’s wrong?” one cousin asked, rushing to his side.
“I need to lie down,” he groaned, his eyes darting toward Manisha.
Manisha sighed, already suspecting his intentions. “I’ll take him,” she said, setting down the plate she was carrying.
She guided him to a guest bedroom, closing the door behind them. The moment they were alone, his act dropped, and he grinned sheepishly.
“Do you think this is funny?” she hissed. “I’ve been working all day!”
“I’m hungry,” he said simply, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Manisha sighed, sitting beside him. “Fine. But this is the last time today.”
Unhooking her blouse, she adjusted her saree and guided him closer. His eagerness made her scoff. “Don't play with my nipples. You’re not a child.”
As he latched on, she leaned back slightly, resting against the headboard. Her fingers instinctively pressed around the nipple, ensuring the milk flowed steadily.
“Don’t pull my necklace,” she warned when he shifted his weight. “Bhaiya, we have to hurry or someone might see and get wrkng idea.”
A sudden knock at the door made her freeze. “Manisha? Are you in there?”
She quickly adjusted her saree, pushing Raju’s father away as she called out, “Yes! I’m coming!”
The door creaked open, revealing a stout house help. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, and her wide frame filled the doorway.
“Do you need help with him?” she asked, eyeing Manisha’s open breasts curiously.
Manisha hesitated, then smirked. “Actually, yes. Why don’t you let him suck your breasts for a bit?”
The woman raised an eyebrow but laughed when she realized what Manisha meant. “Well, alright. But I don't have any milk in them.”
She sat down beside Raju’s father, removing her blouse to expose her large breasts. As Manisha slipped out of the room, she saw how raju's father hurriedly swallowed one of her breast.
Later that evening, as the wedding ceremonies continued, Raju’s father reappeared looking far too content for someone who had feigned illness earlier. Manisha shot him a glare but said nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line.
That night, as the family gathered to discuss the day’s events, Sujata leaned over to Manisha and whispered, “We should’ve left them at house for good.”
Manisha checking bite marks on her breasts chuckled. “Next time, I just might.”
The wedding was a grand event, with the house brimming with relatives, neighbors, and friends. The sounds of laughter, chattering women, and children playing filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of utensils from the kitchen and the steady beats of dholaks in the background.
Manisha and Sujata moved about the crowded space, balancing trays of sweets and dishes while directing helpers. Their sarees were tucked at the waist for easier movement, the pallus draped loosely over their shoulders, damp from sweat after hours of preparation. The heat of the afternoon only added to the chaos, making their skin glisten as they worked tirelessly.
Dadaji sat on the verandah, his arms crossed and his face set in a frown. He watched the scene with growing irritation, tapping his cane on the floor in short, sharp bursts.
As Sujata passed him with a tray of ladoos, he muttered loud enough for her to hear, “All this noise, all this food, but no one thinks of me. No one cares if I’m hungry!”
Sujata sighed, setting the tray on a nearby table. “Baba, what now? There’s food everywhere. What do you want?”
He gave her a pointed look. “You know what I want. Don’t play dumb.”
Sujata’s eyes narrowed. “Baba, not now. The house is full of people. Can’t you wait until things settle down?”
“I’ve waited long enough,” he snapped. “You want me to collapse in the middle of all this?”
Manisha appeared, carrying another tray, and immediately understood the situation. She groaned, wiping her forehead with her pallu. “Baba, you’re impossible. Fine, but make it quick. If anyone catches us—”
“I’ll be quiet,” he assured her, already rising from his seat.
She led him to a small storage room at the back of the house, its dim interior offering some semblance of privacy. Manisha pulled a wooden stool into the corner and made him sit on it, she stood beside him.
“Here,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Take the aerola in, I will feed you standing up.”
Dadaji gulped her nipple eagerly, leaning back onto her body. Manisha adjusted her saree, pulling the pallu over his face as she starts to lactate.
“Don’t pull too hard,” she warned, guiding his head closer with one hand while holding her breast with the other. She gently pressed her fingers around the areola, encouraging the milk to flow as he latched on.
The first few moments were peaceful, but soon enough, Dadaji tugged a bit too hard. Manisha winced, her hand moving to pinch his ear lightly. “I told you not to pull!”
Dadaji grunted in response but eased up slightly, settling into a steadier rhythm. The room was quiet except for the faint sounds of his sucking and the rustle of Manisha’s saree as she adjusted her position.
Before long, Sujata peeked into the room, her arms crossed. “Manisha, how long are you going to be? I told you we can’t all disappear at once.”
Manisha rolled her eyes, tapping Dadaji’s shoulder. “Alright, Baba, that’s enough. Sujata’s here. Let her take over.”
Dadaji grumbled but shifted away, allowing Sujata to take his place on the stool.
“Come on, Baba,” Sujata said, patting her lap. “Let’s get this over with.”
As he rested his head on her lap, Sujata unhooked her blouse, pulling her pallu across to shield them. She guided him closer, her fingers pressing around the nipple to help him latch.
“Drink all you like,” she gushed, her tone softer than Manisha’s.
Dadaji’s response was a low grunt, but he obeyed, though his enthusiasm occasionally made Sujata wince.
“You’re hungry,” she muttered, using her free hand to fan herself with her pallu.
Meanwhile, Raju’s father had been hovering near the kitchen, clearly looking for an excuse to escape the bustle. Spotting Manisha as she returned from the storage room, he stumbled dramatically, clutching his head.
“I don’t feel well,” he announced loudly, drawing the attention of nearby relatives.
“What’s wrong?” one cousin asked, rushing to his side.
“I need to lie down,” he groaned, his eyes darting toward Manisha.
Manisha sighed, already suspecting his intentions. “I’ll take him,” she said, setting down the plate she was carrying.
She guided him to a guest bedroom, closing the door behind them. The moment they were alone, his act dropped, and he grinned sheepishly.
“Do you think this is funny?” she hissed. “I’ve been working all day!”
“I’m hungry,” he said simply, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Manisha sighed, sitting beside him. “Fine. But this is the last time today.”
Unhooking her blouse, she adjusted her saree and guided him closer. His eagerness made her scoff. “Don't play with my nipples. You’re not a child.”
As he latched on, she leaned back slightly, resting against the headboard. Her fingers instinctively pressed around the nipple, ensuring the milk flowed steadily.
“Don’t pull my necklace,” she warned when he shifted his weight. “Bhaiya, we have to hurry or someone might see and get wrkng idea.”
A sudden knock at the door made her freeze. “Manisha? Are you in there?”
She quickly adjusted her saree, pushing Raju’s father away as she called out, “Yes! I’m coming!”
The door creaked open, revealing a stout house help. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, and her wide frame filled the doorway.
“Do you need help with him?” she asked, eyeing Manisha’s open breasts curiously.
Manisha hesitated, then smirked. “Actually, yes. Why don’t you let him suck your breasts for a bit?”
The woman raised an eyebrow but laughed when she realized what Manisha meant. “Well, alright. But I don't have any milk in them.”
She sat down beside Raju’s father, removing her blouse to expose her large breasts. As Manisha slipped out of the room, she saw how raju's father hurriedly swallowed one of her breast.
Later that evening, as the wedding ceremonies continued, Raju’s father reappeared looking far too content for someone who had feigned illness earlier. Manisha shot him a glare but said nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line.
That night, as the family gathered to discuss the day’s events, Sujata leaned over to Manisha and whispered, “We should’ve left them at house for good.”
Manisha checking bite marks on her breasts chuckled. “Next time, I just might.”
Chapter 12
Grandpa's younger brother decided to drop the family in his car. He saw how rajus father fainted and didn't want them to travel alone. He declared, "Pick up your belongings I will drop you". He looked at his daughter in law, " Beta accompany us, or i will have come back alone". Sanjivani knew her father in laws temper, she willingly complied and told her husband she will be back late. The journey was swift and as the men were fast asleep Rajus aunts could get much needed shut eye.
By the time the car reached the courtyard of their home, the night had fully enveloped the sky, a blanket of stars faintly shimmering above. The rhythmic chirping of crickets and the scent of damp earth after a recent drizzle filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of cow dung wafting from a nearby shed. The house stood quiet and old in the moonlight, its uneven stone walls shadowed under the large neem tree in the yard.
Sanjivani’s father-in-law parked the car with a sigh, stretching his arms and muttering, “This is no time to be driving. It’s too dark.”
“You should stay the night,” Sujata said, stepping out of the car. Her tone carried the faint assertiveness of someone unwilling to entertain an argument. “Driving back so late isn’t safe.”
Sanjivani glanced nervously between her father-in-law and Sujata. She knew his temperament well and expected a firm rebuttal. But he surprised her, nodding reluctantly.
“Fine,” he said, his voice gruff. “But we will leave early in the morning.”
The house was dark, save for the faint glow of a lamp flickering on a low wooden stool in the corner of the main hall. The shadows it cast danced on the plaster walls. The men—Dadaji and Raju’s father—were already slumped on the charpoy in the middle of the room, their weariness palpable after the long journey. Sanjivani’s toddler clung to her side, his small hand clutching her saree, while Raju stood beside her, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.
Manisha and Sujata exchanged weary glances, their pallus slipping off their shoulders as they moved. Their sarees were wrinkled from the journey, the pleats undone, revealing the exhaustion etched on their faces. The strain of the trip, compounded by their constant care for Dadaji and Raju’s father, was evident.
“Manisha and I will freshen up,” Sujata said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turned to Sanjivani, who was still standing awkwardly in the corner. “Stay here and manage them for a bit.”
Sanjivani’s eyes widened. “Me?” she asked, glancing at the men, who were already stirring, their expectant gazes fixed on her.
“They’re your responsibility now,” Sujata added, a hint of teasing in her voice. “You’ll be fine. It’s no different from handling your son.”
Before Sanjivani could protest, the two women disappeared down the narrow corridor leading to their bedrooms. Their soft footsteps faded into the distance, leaving Sanjivani alone with the men.
Dadaji shifted on the charpoy, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward Sanjivani. “Where did they go?” he asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
“They’ll be back soon,” Sanjivani replied, covering her breasts with pallu nervously. “Just rest for now.”
But Dadaji was not one to be pacified so easily. He sat up slowly, his gaze fixed on her with the stubbornness of a child. “I’m thirsty,” he said, his tone bordering on petulant.
Sanjivani sighed, glancing toward the corridor to ensure Sujata and Manisha weren’t returning yet. She knew Dadaji’s persistence well—there would be no reasoning with him.
“Fine,” she muttered, her voice low. “But not here. Someone might see.”
She scanned the room, her eyes landing on a shadowed corner near the old grain sacks stacked against the wall. “Over there,” she said, nodding toward the spot.
Dadaji grumbled but complied, shuffling to his feet with exaggerated effort. Sanjivani followed him to the corner, her toddler now wide awake and tugging at her saree.
In the shadows, she adjusted her saree, pulling her pallu over her shoulder for privacy. She unhooked her blouse deftly, her movements practiced but hurried. “Be quick,” she muttered, her irritation seeping into her tone.
Dadaji leaned in, his hands resting on her waist for balance as he latched on. Sanjivani winced slightly as he sucked too hard.
“Not so rough,” she snapped, swatting his hand away when he tugged at her saree for support.
“Sorry,” Grandpa mumbled, adjusting his position.
The sensation was uncomfortable, and Sanjivani shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “You’re like a child,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.
From the main hall, the sound of her father in law voice carried faintly, making her heart race. She glanced nervously toward the corridor, her body tense.
“Are you done?” she asked sharply, pushing Dadaji’s head back slightly.
“Almost,” he replied, his voice muffled.
Before Dadaji could finish, Raju’s father appeared in the doorway, his movements hesitant. He cleared his throat softly, his gaze flickering between Sanjivani and the shadows.
“Me next,” he said, his voice low, almost sheepish.
Sanjivani sighed heavily, covering her other breast hastily. “Can’t you wait for Sujata or Manisha?”
“They’re busy,” he replied simply, stepping closer.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She set her toddler down gently on the grain sacks and removed her blouse. “Fine, take the other one ” she said reluctantly. “But be quick.”
Raju’s father knelt beside Grandpa, his hand resting lightly on Grandpa's shoulder and her knees for support. She guided him to latch, her fingers adjusting his position.
“Dont pull my leg, I will fall” she said sharply when he almost lost his balance. “And start competing with each other.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.
The sound of footsteps approaching made Sanjivani freeze. She quickly pushed them men and hooked her blouse. Sujata appeared in the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene.
“What’s going on here?” she asked, her tone suspicious.
“Thank God it's you!,” Sanjivani replied quickly, her voice tight.
Sujata’s gaze lingered for a moment before she sighed. “We’ll take over now,” she said, motioning for Dadaji and Raju’s father to return to the charpoy.
As the men shuffled back to the main hall, Sanjivani adjusted her saree and picked up her toddler. Sujata leaned in close, her voice low but firm.
“Be careful,” she said. “If someone sees, there will be questions.”
“I know,” Sanjivani replied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Sujata glanced toward the men, her expression softening slightly. “They’re impossible, aren’t they?”
Sanjivani let out a small laugh, nodding. “Impossible,” she agreed.
With that, the women returned to the main room, where the men were already dozing off. The night stretched on quietly, the only sounds the faint rustle of the neem tree outside and the soft murmurs of the family settling into sleep.
Grandpa's younger brother decided to drop the family in his car. He saw how rajus father fainted and didn't want them to travel alone. He declared, "Pick up your belongings I will drop you". He looked at his daughter in law, " Beta accompany us, or i will have come back alone". Sanjivani knew her father in laws temper, she willingly complied and told her husband she will be back late. The journey was swift and as the men were fast asleep Rajus aunts could get much needed shut eye.
By the time the car reached the courtyard of their home, the night had fully enveloped the sky, a blanket of stars faintly shimmering above. The rhythmic chirping of crickets and the scent of damp earth after a recent drizzle filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of cow dung wafting from a nearby shed. The house stood quiet and old in the moonlight, its uneven stone walls shadowed under the large neem tree in the yard.
Sanjivani’s father-in-law parked the car with a sigh, stretching his arms and muttering, “This is no time to be driving. It’s too dark.”
“You should stay the night,” Sujata said, stepping out of the car. Her tone carried the faint assertiveness of someone unwilling to entertain an argument. “Driving back so late isn’t safe.”
Sanjivani glanced nervously between her father-in-law and Sujata. She knew his temperament well and expected a firm rebuttal. But he surprised her, nodding reluctantly.
“Fine,” he said, his voice gruff. “But we will leave early in the morning.”
The house was dark, save for the faint glow of a lamp flickering on a low wooden stool in the corner of the main hall. The shadows it cast danced on the plaster walls. The men—Dadaji and Raju’s father—were already slumped on the charpoy in the middle of the room, their weariness palpable after the long journey. Sanjivani’s toddler clung to her side, his small hand clutching her saree, while Raju stood beside her, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.
Manisha and Sujata exchanged weary glances, their pallus slipping off their shoulders as they moved. Their sarees were wrinkled from the journey, the pleats undone, revealing the exhaustion etched on their faces. The strain of the trip, compounded by their constant care for Dadaji and Raju’s father, was evident.
“Manisha and I will freshen up,” Sujata said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turned to Sanjivani, who was still standing awkwardly in the corner. “Stay here and manage them for a bit.”
Sanjivani’s eyes widened. “Me?” she asked, glancing at the men, who were already stirring, their expectant gazes fixed on her.
“They’re your responsibility now,” Sujata added, a hint of teasing in her voice. “You’ll be fine. It’s no different from handling your son.”
Before Sanjivani could protest, the two women disappeared down the narrow corridor leading to their bedrooms. Their soft footsteps faded into the distance, leaving Sanjivani alone with the men.
Dadaji shifted on the charpoy, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward Sanjivani. “Where did they go?” he asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
“They’ll be back soon,” Sanjivani replied, covering her breasts with pallu nervously. “Just rest for now.”
But Dadaji was not one to be pacified so easily. He sat up slowly, his gaze fixed on her with the stubbornness of a child. “I’m thirsty,” he said, his tone bordering on petulant.
Sanjivani sighed, glancing toward the corridor to ensure Sujata and Manisha weren’t returning yet. She knew Dadaji’s persistence well—there would be no reasoning with him.
“Fine,” she muttered, her voice low. “But not here. Someone might see.”
She scanned the room, her eyes landing on a shadowed corner near the old grain sacks stacked against the wall. “Over there,” she said, nodding toward the spot.
Dadaji grumbled but complied, shuffling to his feet with exaggerated effort. Sanjivani followed him to the corner, her toddler now wide awake and tugging at her saree.
In the shadows, she adjusted her saree, pulling her pallu over her shoulder for privacy. She unhooked her blouse deftly, her movements practiced but hurried. “Be quick,” she muttered, her irritation seeping into her tone.
Dadaji leaned in, his hands resting on her waist for balance as he latched on. Sanjivani winced slightly as he sucked too hard.
“Not so rough,” she snapped, swatting his hand away when he tugged at her saree for support.
“Sorry,” Grandpa mumbled, adjusting his position.
The sensation was uncomfortable, and Sanjivani shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “You’re like a child,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.
From the main hall, the sound of her father in law voice carried faintly, making her heart race. She glanced nervously toward the corridor, her body tense.
“Are you done?” she asked sharply, pushing Dadaji’s head back slightly.
“Almost,” he replied, his voice muffled.
Before Dadaji could finish, Raju’s father appeared in the doorway, his movements hesitant. He cleared his throat softly, his gaze flickering between Sanjivani and the shadows.
“Me next,” he said, his voice low, almost sheepish.
Sanjivani sighed heavily, covering her other breast hastily. “Can’t you wait for Sujata or Manisha?”
“They’re busy,” he replied simply, stepping closer.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She set her toddler down gently on the grain sacks and removed her blouse. “Fine, take the other one ” she said reluctantly. “But be quick.”
Raju’s father knelt beside Grandpa, his hand resting lightly on Grandpa's shoulder and her knees for support. She guided him to latch, her fingers adjusting his position.
“Dont pull my leg, I will fall” she said sharply when he almost lost his balance. “And start competing with each other.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.
The sound of footsteps approaching made Sanjivani freeze. She quickly pushed them men and hooked her blouse. Sujata appeared in the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene.
“What’s going on here?” she asked, her tone suspicious.
“Thank God it's you!,” Sanjivani replied quickly, her voice tight.
Sujata’s gaze lingered for a moment before she sighed. “We’ll take over now,” she said, motioning for Dadaji and Raju’s father to return to the charpoy.
As the men shuffled back to the main hall, Sanjivani adjusted her saree and picked up her toddler. Sujata leaned in close, her voice low but firm.
“Be careful,” she said. “If someone sees, there will be questions.”
“I know,” Sanjivani replied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Sujata glanced toward the men, her expression softening slightly. “They’re impossible, aren’t they?”
Sanjivani let out a small laugh, nodding. “Impossible,” she agreed.
With that, the women returned to the main room, where the men were already dozing off. The night stretched on quietly, the only sounds the faint rustle of the neem tree outside and the soft murmurs of the family settling into sleep.
Chapter 13
The morning air hung heavy with the warmth of the sun spilling into the home, casting soft golden light on the old wooden beams and the large mat spread in the main room. Sanjivani sat cross-legged on the mat, her toddler playing idly at her side with a small wooden toy. Draped in a faded blue saree, her pallu loosely hung over her shoulder, concealing the tender act unfolding beneath it. Raju, comfortably sprawled across her lap, lay with his head resting against her forearm. His lips were latched snugly around her nipple, his eyes half-closed in a trance-like state.
Sanjivani’s fingers gently cradled the back of Raju’s head, occasionally brushing through his hair. She winced slightly as he pulled harder than necessary, but she adjusted without a word, guiding him closer with a soft press of her hand. Her blouse, unhooked at the top, allowed easy access, though she discreetly kept herself covered with the corner of her pallu, careful not to draw attention.
The rhythmic sound of Raju nursing filled the quiet room, punctuated only by the occasional giggle from her toddler. Sanjivani shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable as the pressure of Raju’s weight grew on her lap. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, but she ignored the discomfort, instead focusing on ensuring Raju’s hunger was satisfied.
Her father-in-law’s voice cut through the tranquility like a thunderclap. “Sanjivani!”
She startled, her body tensing as she instinctively pulled her pallu tightly across her chest. Raju sat up quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, while her toddler abandoned his toy and began to wail at the sudden commotion.
Her father-in-law stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and anger. He stared at her unhooked blouse, the faint wetness on the fabric where Raju had been nursing, and Raju’s flushed face, putting the pieces together in an instant.
“What is going on here?” he demanded, his voice sharp and unforgiving.
Sanjivani’s heart raced as she scrambled to her feet, hastily rehooking her blouse with trembling fingers. “It’s nothing, Baba,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “He… he wasn’t feeling well. I was just trying to comfort him.”
“Comfort him?” her father-in-law repeated, his tone incredulous as he stepped further into the room. “By feeding him like a baby? Have you lost your senses, Sanjivani? He’s not a child!”
Sanjivani lowered her gaze, unable to meet his piercing eyes. She could still feel the warmth of Raju’s cheek against her skin, a reminder of the intimacy he had just shared with her—a moment now tainted by judgment.
Just then, Sujata and Manisha entered the room, alerted by the raised voices. Sujata, ever composed, took one look at the scene—the unspoken accusations hanging heavy in the air—and stepped forward to intervene. “Sasurji, please calm down,” she said, her voice soothing but firm. “It’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” he retorted, his anger undiminished. “What else could it be? He's a grown man, and she’s treating him like an infant! This is absurd!”
Manisha, who had always been more outspoken, folded her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you think she’s done wrong? Feeding a child isn’t a crime.”
“A child?” he barked, pointing a finger at Raju. “This is no child! He’s a young man! And you’re encouraging this… this madness? What kind of example are you setting for the children?”
Sujata and Manisha exchanged a fleeting glance. The unspoken truth hung between them like a veil—they knew this was far from an isolated incident. Dadaji and Raju’s father had long been nurtured in the same way, their dependency woven into the family’s traditions. Both women had often nursed the men late into the night, their laps a resting place and their milk a source of solace.
But they couldn’t explain this to her father-in-law, whose unfamiliarity with their customs would never allow him to understand. Instead, Sujata stepped forward, her expression calm yet defiant. “You wouldn’t understand, Sasurji. In this house, we care for our family in our own way. There’s nothing wrong with what Sanjivani did.”
“Nothing wrong?” he exclaimed, aghast. “Do you even realize what people would say if they knew? This is shameful!”
“Shameful to you,” Manisha muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. She adjusted the pleats of her saree, tugging her pallu higher over her shoulder as if the act itself could shield her from his disapproval.
Sanjivani’s father-in-law threw his hands up in frustration. “Mark my words, this needs to stop. And Sanjivani—we are leaving!”
As he stormed out of the room, muttering about the decline of values, the women stood in silence, the weight of his words settling over them. Raju fidgeted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the floor. Sanjivani’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but there was a flicker of defiance in her eyes.
Manisha placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about him,” she said softly. “He doesn’t understand.”
Sujata nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Let him think what he wants. We know what’s best for our childrens.”
Sanjivani glanced down at Raju, who looked up at her with a mixture of guilt and gratitude. She reached out and kissed his forehead, her touch gentle but firm. “It’s okay, beta,” she said. “You don’t have to feel bad.”
To be continued.........
The morning air hung heavy with the warmth of the sun spilling into the home, casting soft golden light on the old wooden beams and the large mat spread in the main room. Sanjivani sat cross-legged on the mat, her toddler playing idly at her side with a small wooden toy. Draped in a faded blue saree, her pallu loosely hung over her shoulder, concealing the tender act unfolding beneath it. Raju, comfortably sprawled across her lap, lay with his head resting against her forearm. His lips were latched snugly around her nipple, his eyes half-closed in a trance-like state.
Sanjivani’s fingers gently cradled the back of Raju’s head, occasionally brushing through his hair. She winced slightly as he pulled harder than necessary, but she adjusted without a word, guiding him closer with a soft press of her hand. Her blouse, unhooked at the top, allowed easy access, though she discreetly kept herself covered with the corner of her pallu, careful not to draw attention.
The rhythmic sound of Raju nursing filled the quiet room, punctuated only by the occasional giggle from her toddler. Sanjivani shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable as the pressure of Raju’s weight grew on her lap. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, but she ignored the discomfort, instead focusing on ensuring Raju’s hunger was satisfied.
Her father-in-law’s voice cut through the tranquility like a thunderclap. “Sanjivani!”
She startled, her body tensing as she instinctively pulled her pallu tightly across her chest. Raju sat up quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, while her toddler abandoned his toy and began to wail at the sudden commotion.
Her father-in-law stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and anger. He stared at her unhooked blouse, the faint wetness on the fabric where Raju had been nursing, and Raju’s flushed face, putting the pieces together in an instant.
“What is going on here?” he demanded, his voice sharp and unforgiving.
Sanjivani’s heart raced as she scrambled to her feet, hastily rehooking her blouse with trembling fingers. “It’s nothing, Baba,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “He… he wasn’t feeling well. I was just trying to comfort him.”
“Comfort him?” her father-in-law repeated, his tone incredulous as he stepped further into the room. “By feeding him like a baby? Have you lost your senses, Sanjivani? He’s not a child!”
Sanjivani lowered her gaze, unable to meet his piercing eyes. She could still feel the warmth of Raju’s cheek against her skin, a reminder of the intimacy he had just shared with her—a moment now tainted by judgment.
Just then, Sujata and Manisha entered the room, alerted by the raised voices. Sujata, ever composed, took one look at the scene—the unspoken accusations hanging heavy in the air—and stepped forward to intervene. “Sasurji, please calm down,” she said, her voice soothing but firm. “It’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” he retorted, his anger undiminished. “What else could it be? He's a grown man, and she’s treating him like an infant! This is absurd!”
Manisha, who had always been more outspoken, folded her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly do you think she’s done wrong? Feeding a child isn’t a crime.”
“A child?” he barked, pointing a finger at Raju. “This is no child! He’s a young man! And you’re encouraging this… this madness? What kind of example are you setting for the children?”
Sujata and Manisha exchanged a fleeting glance. The unspoken truth hung between them like a veil—they knew this was far from an isolated incident. Dadaji and Raju’s father had long been nurtured in the same way, their dependency woven into the family’s traditions. Both women had often nursed the men late into the night, their laps a resting place and their milk a source of solace.
But they couldn’t explain this to her father-in-law, whose unfamiliarity with their customs would never allow him to understand. Instead, Sujata stepped forward, her expression calm yet defiant. “You wouldn’t understand, Sasurji. In this house, we care for our family in our own way. There’s nothing wrong with what Sanjivani did.”
“Nothing wrong?” he exclaimed, aghast. “Do you even realize what people would say if they knew? This is shameful!”
“Shameful to you,” Manisha muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. She adjusted the pleats of her saree, tugging her pallu higher over her shoulder as if the act itself could shield her from his disapproval.
Sanjivani’s father-in-law threw his hands up in frustration. “Mark my words, this needs to stop. And Sanjivani—we are leaving!”
As he stormed out of the room, muttering about the decline of values, the women stood in silence, the weight of his words settling over them. Raju fidgeted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the floor. Sanjivani’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but there was a flicker of defiance in her eyes.
Manisha placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about him,” she said softly. “He doesn’t understand.”
Sujata nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Let him think what he wants. We know what’s best for our childrens.”
Sanjivani glanced down at Raju, who looked up at her with a mixture of guilt and gratitude. She reached out and kissed his forehead, her touch gentle but firm. “It’s okay, beta,” she said. “You don’t have to feel bad.”
To be continued.........