Romance My experience with love [Completed]

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Next day:


Kajal had gone to attend the parent-teacher meeting at Latika’s school, and Sunil had come with me to help me to discuss some technical, internet related issues with my business. This was in a long time that Ma was finally alone in the house… Since her depression spiral, we had made it a policy to never let her be alone. Someone to accompany her, to talk to her was a great idea. The only time we left her alone was when she took her early morning long walks. Doctors assured us that it was a good thing, because she will feel more agency and more control if she does that one thing alone for now, and because exercising secretes hormones that calm mind and body.

However, in the past couple of weeks, Ma had shown remarkable progress on being her cheerful self, and that too for much longer times each day! Since she was progressing very well on emotional front, we were okay to leave her alone for some part of the day. Indeed, Ma was okay, but she felt conflicting emotions. More than anything, while at one hand she felt relieved that Sunil was not there, on the other hand she yearned for him. Each moment that she spent with him was like opening a box full of surprises.

‘What would it be like to be Sunil’s wife?’ she started to visualize.

Indeed, it would be an amazing experience. He was full of life and had so many dreams for future. He was so much fun to talk to. He was always cracking jokes. One wonders how he came to know so many of them! Yes, he was jovial, but in no way insincere. He was loving, respectful and responsible. From an early childhood, he understood that he needed to work hard to achieve something in life and take care of his mother and sister. And he was just about to achieve that objective.

He was knowledgeable. He was among one of the toppers in his class. Also, he was helping me with my business problems, which was a good thing! He had already secured a high paying job from his campus recruitment, which augured well for his career.

He was a simple person, who chased many small happiness and that is why he was always happy. He could be happy just by looking at a butterfly hovering over a flower! He was that simple! What he felt, what he thought, what he expressed, and what he said were the same things! There was no deceit in his manners. Somehow, he had found a way to live an uncomplicated life. he was spontaneous, daring and fun! He could surprise her at the drop of hat. Ma too was happy and fun-loving person… something that she lost since Dad’s death. How wonderful would it be to be like that again?

He was a good-looking man in his own way. He had dusky skin like his mother, and beautiful expressive eyes. He always kept his hair very short, almost military like, which looked good on his face and personality. Like Ma, he too was fond of long-distance running (yes, I know, Ma did not run, but walked & jogged). He was fit and he looked strong.

Oh, and his penis… it felt strong and big to touch… bigger than Dad’s. While she used to feel happy with the way Dad made love to her, those love sessions were short. They lasted only about five to ten minutes. She had not many references for usually how long lovemaking session lasted, but from what she had known (with me and Gabi, and me and Devy) she knew it could be much longer, more passionate, and more involved. She attributed these qualities of my love sessions to the size of my penis.

‘So, does it mean that he will do ‘it’ with me for long time?’

Ma wondered going by the same logic. She shuddered at that thought. It was something very different to imagine.

Standing in front of the mirror, she did a visual evaluation of herself. Her breasts were firm. There was not much visible detrimental effect of age. These days, many girls, even in their early twenties seem to have lost all their youthful firmness… all thanks to bad lifestyle, junk food habits, and undisciplined living. They grow fat and have no body shape other than being round, with huge bags of fat around the belly that look almost like tyres! Ma’s stomach on the other hand was rather flat, with just a very gentle tummy. Her legs and arms were strong, because she worked a lot and did not rest like other women. She used to do brisk walk for more than an hour and do yoga and stretches. She was fit!

‘So smooth… so strong.’ Sunil’s words flashed in her mind.

She remembered how she had devised a plan to decorate Gabi’s vagina with henna for my first night. Her feedback had been very interesting.

‘I too would do something like that.’ Unknowingly, she too was making plans for her marital future with Sunil, ‘That would be a nice surprise for him.’

‘Healthy and strong babies.’

She touched her tummy. Sunil’s words kept on flashing in her mind.

‘We will have two kids… at least. How beautiful you will look!’

She deliberately expanded her tummy to see whether she would really look beautiful with a big, pregnant tummy. She seemed to like what she saw.

‘The cradle of my future kids…’

Ma thought at gave a suppressed laugh at how eagerly Sunil wanted to impregnate her.

‘Impregnate me,’ she thought and touched her lips of her vulva, ‘... surely, it is not loose’ she thought remembering that she felt stuffed with Dad’s penis. Sunil was bigger. She tried to insert her forefinger inside her, and it pained.

‘Not loose at all,’ she thought, ‘good!’

She took bath and decided to wear a more pleasing color today and selected an apricot orange colored saree and a matching blouse. She was not wearing her usual, depressing, and sad colored, widow attire, which often included faded yellow or faded blue sarees. Thankfully, she did not wear faded white sarees, like those widowed women in old Bollywood movies, as she did not like them. She even put a very light makeup, a light orange colored lip gloss and a very small orange colored bindi to adorn her forehead. She looked at herself in the mirror, and she was very pleased to see how beautiful she looked. She had not felt so happy in a very long time.

As soon as she finished dressing up, she heard the call-bell. She thought it must be Kajal. She was surprised that the parent-teacher meeting got over so soon. Usually, it took hours to finish! Since there was no one else in the hose, she went to open the door, only to welcome... Sunil!

Ma’s heart skipped a beat!

Sunil, on the other hand, looked at Ma in sheer amazement! She looked smashingly gorgeous! She looked stunningly beautiful! He gawked at her for several seconds. He was speechless. Ma noticed the various changing expressions in his eyes and desire for her. She lowered her eyes in shame.

She definitely did not expect to find herself alone with him. What’s more, he was now seeing her like that (dressed prettily) after such a long time. She never felt so shy in a very long time. She had no idea that such a simple change in attire will have that kind of effect on him. Indeed, she was internally pleased. It was good for her in many ways. The clouds of depression had finally fully lifted from her mind. She felt better about herself and was looking forward to her future life… with Sunil.

“Suman,” Sunil started in a low whisper, when he regained his senses, “do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

He said as he entered the house and shut the door behind him. He took two or three big steps towards Ma, who took one timid step backwards. She wanted to be close to him, but her propriety demanded that she kept some distance. He stood so close to her that he had to hold her waist. Looking into Ma’s eyes, he hummed,

“Khuda bhi, aasma se, jab zameen par dekhta hoga…
Mere Mehboob ko kisne banaya, sochta hoga…”

 

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Ma wanted to suppress it, but her lips gave away a shy and beautiful smile at his compliment.

She again lowered her eyes shyly. Sunil could control no more. He had yearned for Ma for way too long now to hold back his passion anymore. His prize was there. He held Ma’s cheeks with his two hands and gently pressed them, so she produced a beautiful and kissable pout… and then he kissed her on her mouth. He kissed her for a long time. While Ma was aware of mouth-to-mouth kiss, and enjoyed it with Dad, Sunil’s kiss felt very different. He was passionate, and yet careful. She melted.

His kiss had a demanding and urgent quality. He seemed to put a lot of energy in whatever he did with her. His energy was unmissable. Ma was already flattered by the attention she was receiving from this young man. Sunil was increasingly coming across as more exciting lover than Dad. She made a mental note to not make any comparison between them, but it is hard to cast aside the experience she had for about twenty-eight years.

When they broke their first kiss, Sunil further hummed,

“Banogi jiski tum, aisi haseen taqdeer kiski hai?”

That kiss had made it clear to both of them that it was now Sunil’s good fortune that Ma would be his… forever… as his wife. She smiled… more openly, but still shyly.

“Suman… mujhe tumhara roop dekhna hai (I want to see you naked).”

He said and held her hand and started to walk with her towards her room. This choice of room was spot on. No one disturbed Ma when she rested. On the other hand, people would often knock at the door of Sunil’s room and enter on any pretext. To do what he wanted to do with Ma, Sunil needed privacy, which Ma’s room provided. He closed the room shut behind him, as they entered her room.

He again kissed Ma before seating her on the bed and said,

“Meri Suman… meri pyari dulhaniya, maine tumko apne man se pehle hi apna bana liya hai (My Suman… my lovely bride, I have already accepted you as mine with my heart) … ab tan se apna bana loon (May I now make your body, mine too)?”

Ma could not say anything as she was so overcome with shyness.

“Aur jaise hi pehli salary milegi, dhan se bhi apna bana loonga (And I will hand over my salary to you, as soon as I get it)!” he joked.

Ma’s smile widened. Her teeth showed. She somehow managed to stifle her laughter.

‘Oh… it is going to be an exciting ride together!’ she thought. She was pleased and excited about future with Sunil.

Sunil looked at my smiling mother and took it as a green signal.

He said, “Ab zara apni dulhaniya ke sundar sundar doodh to dekhoon (Now let me see my bride’s beautiful breasts).”

Saying that, he started to unbutton her blouse.

To Ma’s own surprise, she felt even more shy than how she felt when he unbuttoned her blouse yesterday… and possibly even more shy than when Dad striped her. As I mentioned, Ma wore an apricot orange colored blouse that matched a similar colored saree. Underneath her blouse, she wore a light orange colored bra. She usually did not wear any undergarments, but for some reason she wore that day. Sunil smiled when he noticed that Ma was wearing a bra. He took his time in stripping her: after removing her blouse, he unhooked her bra and let her beauty glow in the soft sunshine that poured into the room.

Yes, he had seen and even enjoyed Ma’s breasts yesterday, but he enjoyed their beauty only today. What a lovely pair of rounded and only slightly sagging breasts she had! Sunil was amazed. Such a beautiful pair! And they proudly carried his love-bites from yesterday's suckling.

“Sach me dulhaniya (Tell you the truth, my bride),” he said gently rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, “Tune itne dino se inko chhupa kar rakha hai mujhse (You have hidden them from me for so long)!”

He kissed both nipples one by one and said, “Bhaiya bade kismat wale hain (Bhaiya is so lucky). Itne sundar stano se pandrah saal tak doodh piya hai (He has suckled milk from these beautiful breasts for fifteen years)! Ab se sirf main piyunga inse doodh (From now on, only I will suckle milk from them) …”

“Aur hamaare bachche (And what about our children)?” Ma could not help but ask - again falling for his mischievous, playful ruse - immediately regretting as soon as she uttered those words.

And as if on the cue, Sunil remarked, “Mujhse bachche karegi na tu (You will make kids with me, right)?”

Ma had already realized her mistake and lowered her head shyly, smiling. But Sunil was not letting go of her that easily,

“Bol na… arre bol na (Say, please say). Meri dulhaniya mere bachchon ki Ma banegi (Will my bride become the mother of my children)?”

Ma kept her head lowered and smiled again… then she nodded in response.

“Aise nahi (Not like this). Bol kar kaho (Please speak your agreement).”

“Hoon (Yes).”

“Dekh lo dulhaniya, ab tumne haan bol diya hai (My bride, now you have agreed to become the mother of my children). Ab peechhe mat hatna (You cannot back-off now).”

What Sunil just said made her realize her own agreement to a relationship with Sunil. Ma tried to absorb all this. She felt tingles of fear as well as desire course through her body at the same time. She had only ever made love to Dad. She had only ever had Dad’s child. But now she was to make love to Sunil. Now she was to have his children! The new turn of events made her wonder what making love to Sunil might feel like. That curiosity, that desire stirred deep inside her.

She replied, “Aap meri maang me sindoor bhar dijiye (Please marry me according to rituals). Uske baad mujhe aap hamesha apne sath payenge (After that you will find me standing along with you). Uske baad main kabhi peechhe nahi hatoongi (After that, I will not back-off).”

“Meri sayani dulhaniya, main to teri maang, tera pet… teri bur, aur teri kokh… sab kuchh bharna chahta hoon (My wise bride, I even want to fill your appetite, your vagina and your womb as well, along with putting vermilion on your forehead)” Sunil declared shamelessly, but with much caress and sincerity, “… lekin sabse pehle tera vastra-haran to complete kar loon (But let me first finish your disrobing).”

Pulling out her saree’s pleats from her petticoat he said, “Aaj to main tujhko poori nangi dekhunga (I will finally see you fully naked today). Bahut sataya hai tumne (You have tormented me a lot).”

As he was undoing the string of her petticoat he whispered, “Andar chaddhi pehni hai kya (Are you wearing panties)?”

“Aap khud hi dekh lijiye (See it for yourself).” Ma found herself saying. She could not have said it a few days ago, but things had changed.

In a few more seconds Ma was divested off her saree and petticoat as well. Indeed, she wore panties today… and it was soaking wet with her juices! Ma was so ashamed standing like that in front of him. Sunil made sure that she knew that he saw that.

“Arre meri dulhaniya (Oh my bride) … teri bur se to abhi se shahad tapakne laga (Your vagina is already dripping its honey). Chudu hone ka itna man ho raha hai (Do you want to make love so much)?”

He said and started to slip her panties down her thighs, “Bas meri raani… bas (That’s it, my queen) … bas thodi si aur der ye doori bardasht kar le (have patience for a little bit more) … teri itni mast chudaai karoonga jaisi ki aaj tak nahi hui hogi (I will fuck you so well, that you may not have experienced yet).”

Ma was so embarrassed at his shameless promise. But then what is the use of shyness when two lovers meet? Her young lover was eager to mate with her and was promising her a good time. If she was in for a good time with him, then why not?

When Ma was completely naked, he asked her to stand up in front of him. She complied. Sunil had eyeful of visual inspection of his lover. He was riveted to the sight of her dark glossy pubic hair. It formed a lustrous and sexy V-shape in her groin. He noticed that her pubic hair was thick and shiny. Ma stood there, letting him study her fully naked body. Sunil was certainly transfixed.

When he finally came out of trance, he complimented, “Aah… kya mast figure hai, meri dulhaniya ka (Aah… what a fantastic figure you have) … Kaun keh sakta hai ki tumne Bhaiya ko jana hai (Who can say that you are a mother of a grown-up man). Aur is pyari si bur ko to dekho (And have a look at this cute vulva) …” he said as he lovingly caressed her labia,

“Suman… tum bahut sexy ho (you are very sexy) …” he paused for the meaning of his desire to set in, and then added, feeling the texture of her pubic hair, “Kaise kale, ghane, mulayam aur ghunghrale baal hain (How dark, thick and curly they are)!”

Then he turned her around. There was not even a hint of cellulite. Ma’s backside was smooth and firm. He took a handful of her buttocks and marveled at their firmness. Most women who are above forty have loose and fatty buttocks, which does not have any shape. But Ma was relatively much strongly built, she lived a disciplined and happy life. Her buttocks felt firm.

“Aur kya mast suraahi jaisi gaand hai (And what a shapely pair of buttocks you have)!”

He again turned her around, “Aur sabse pyara hai tumhara chehra, jis par aisi qatil muskaan hai ki kya kahoon (And the most beautiful of all is your face, which bears a killer smile)!”

“Aise hi rehna meri dulhaniya (Stay like this my bride) … main wapas aata hoon, bas do minat me (I will return in two minutes).”

Sunil said and quickly went out of the room. He had already secretly planned to marry Ma. If she agreed to his proposal, he had decided to get married in a temple. No one used sindoor (vermilion) anymore in this house: Ma was widowed, Kajal was divorced, and I had no wife. So, he had purchased the bright orange colored vermilion that newly wedded brides wear on their foreheads.

When he entered the room, he found that Ma was standing, delightfully naked, waiting for him to return. In just a few seconds more, Ma’s future life course was going to change! Forever! Sunil was almost twenty-two years old, and Ma was almost twenty-three years older than him, but he was now going to be her master. As a traditional Indian wife, she would now be fully devoted to her husband: she will love him, she will respect him, she will obey him, and she will completely surrender herself to him. That was her value system. With the act of applying sindoor in her forehead, he was about to cement his position in her life.

He smiled as he opened the packet, and taking a big pinch of sindoor, he applied on the partition of hair on her forehead. He again took another big pinch and applied again. He then again took a big pinch and applied it in her forehead the third time… and with just that simple act, Ma was transformed! She was now a wife to Sunil. Sunil had marked her, and Ma had consented to being with him forever! He was not Sunil anymore. He was now her husband. She would never address him by his name again. She fell on her knees and touched his feet with her hands. Even though, Sunil could very well be like a child to her… but fate played its hand and had now made him her husband. Ma’s value system demanded her to pay her respect to her husband.

“Arre, ye kya kar rahi ho meri jaan (What are you doing, my love)? Tumhari jagah wahan, mere pairon me nahi, balki yahan, mere dil me hai (Your place is not there in my feet, but is here, in my heart).” Sunil said, playing it cool, and holding her shoulders, lifted her, and hugged her, kissing her many times.

During the application of sindoor, and with Ma touching his feet, a big chunk of sindoor fell on Ma’s nose.

Sunil very cutely and expertly tried to wipe it off, but Ma stopped him,

“Agar sindoor lagaate samay dulhan ki naak par girta hai, to iska matlab hai ki uska pati usko bahut pyaar karta hai (If while applying the vermilion, it falls on the bride's nose, it indicates that the groom loves her very much)” She sweetly explained.

Sunil smiled and kissed her mouth.

“Tujhko abhi bhi shaq hai mere pyaar par (Do you still doubt my love for you)?”

Ma slowly shook her head saying, ‘no’.

 

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“Dulhaniya, waise to mera man tujhe khoob aur khoob der tak pyaar karne ka hai, lekin ye pahli wali chudaai main bas kar lena chahta hoon (My bride, although I want to make love to you for a very long time, but our first one... I just want to finish it). Isliye ho sakta hai ki pehli baar me jaldi nibat jaoon (Therefore it is possible that I might ejaculate too soon)… Lekin, bas ek baar apna connection ban jaye, fir fursat se chudaai karenge (But once we have made our 'connection', we will make love at leisure). Theek hai (Is that okay)?”

“Ab main aapki hoon (I am now yours). Aapko jaisa man kare, aap waise kar len (Do however you like).”

No one had explained the process of having sex in such a manner to her. Clearly, she was embarrassed. Her propriety could not let her speak that freely.

Sunil quickly removed his clothes. He was not sure how long it would take for Kajal to return from Latika’s school, so he wanted to finish their first copulation, without any interferences or disturbances. He was so ready! Ma was so ready! And the situation demanded urgency.

As Sunil got naked, Ma for the first time had an opportunity to size up her new husband’s penis. While he did not score over me on length or overall size, he surely scored over me in the thickness department. Fully erect, and full of visible veins, his penis appeared frightening. Sunil again held her hand and put it on his penis. Ma felt its hot hardness and gasped.

“Kya hua (What happened)?”

“Bahut bada hai (It is too big).” My complimented shyly, and complained fearfully, both in one simple sentence.

“Bada nahi, meri jaan… bas thoda mota hai (It is not too big, my love... it is just thick). Aao. Daro mat (Come. Don't be afraid).”

Sunil took Ma’s hand and together they proceeded to the bed. Sunil checked Ma’s pussy by inserting his finger inside. She was slick with love juices.

“Dulhaniya, tum ready ho (My bride, are you ready)?”

She nervously whispered, “Haan (I am ready)!”

Ma’s emotional state at that moment is difficult to explain fully. About 30 years of being first married, she was again married (at least in principle). Her new husband is a spirited young man, who had no qualms about making his desires very clear to her. After her (first) husband’s demise, she was heartbroken. It is not an age to lose your partner for life and become a widow! She had compromised on so many things in the past that when Sunil came with the promise, potential, and persistence, she had to say ‘yes’. Moreover, wise people say that one should get married to someone who love them. While initiating love can be difficult, reciprocating it is easier. Sunil truly loved her, and she was willing to reciprocate to his love.

But the ensuing societal perception and judgement, and even her own thinking and value system made their relationship unreal for her. She had seen him when he was so young. In many ways, she was instrumental in him completing his education. And now he was a grown up, young man, brimming with confidence and dreams for future. Dreams, that included… her… at the center!

She felt a surge of fear as Sunil spread her labia. If adorning her forehead with vermilion was not an act of changing her future, what Sunil was going to do next would certainly change her future forever. As Sunil eased his penis’ head between her labia, Ma sucked in her breath. The stretch she felt in her vaginal lips was challenging. Indeed, she had nearly three decades of experience in enjoying sexual union, but the tool she was used to was much slimmer than what Sunil presented. Sunil entered about an inch and then withdrew slightly.

Ma began to make small moans as Sunil carefully made short, then gradually longer and more powerful, strokes deeper into her vagina. Ma tentatively lifted her right leg and moved it over his body to rest on his left side. That allowed Sunil more room; so, she did the same with her left leg. With her legs nicely wrapped around his sides, her tunnel opened to welcome more of his penis and Sunil penetrated deep. When their pubic hair finally mingled, Ma panted; instinctively, her hips thrusted to match his own thrusts… but she moved like she had never done before in her life. She clung to him as they copulated, and she held him close as he increased the pace… but only slightly.

He was aware that he could hurt Ma. He wanted to have luxurious, passionate, and long sex with her, but just for this one, he wanted to finish. Kajal and Latika could interrupt them anytime, as he was not aware when they would return. Despite that, their copulation lasted long. Longer than Dad ever did to her. Sunil loved how her labia tightened around his thickness, eliciting a throbbing response from him with an accompanying satisfying groan. Ma’s pussy was so warm, soft, and wet. His aching penis felt like it was in a slick, warm, and soft embrace. He knew that he was not going to be able to hold back too much longer.

As Ma and Sunil moved together, he looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing harder… her breasts moved with each thrust. He reached and gently cupped each breast in such a manner that her hard, erect nipples peered through between his fingers. He playfully closed his fingers, squeezing her nipples and gently massaging her each breast. Ma’s eyes opened to look at Sunil. She gave a shy smile even as a rosy blush spread over her chest and breasts.

He continued to thrust long, slow, and deep into her, until Ma squeezed him with her legs and shrieked as she shook in the sweet agony of her first orgasm with Sunil. It was the longest ever fuck she ever received in her lifetime! Sunil was right in boasting about that. After he had finally deposited his semen inside Ma - a couple of minutes after she attained her orgasm - he hugged her warm, luxuriating body, relaxing with an incredible sense of satisfaction. Finally, he and Ma rolled on their sides, gently, so that they were still joined.

 

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With her eyes closed, Ma relished this new experience.

After more than a quarter century she had just received a generous deposit of ‘potent’ semen inside her. Her young, new husband had just made her his, physically too. The experience of their first copulation has been amazing. They were still joined, and her pussy still quivered, luxuriously squeezing his still ‘not too soft’ penis. That she was satisfied, is an understatement… she was already on cloud nine! The young man had made her entire body sing… and she thought that if this is how he performed in urgency, what he would do when he was in no hurry! After some time, Ma opened her eyes, and kissed Sunil who was in front of and inside of her, and said,

“Yeh sab karna aapne kahan se seekha (From where did you learn to make love like this)? Sach me, itna… aisa… to maine kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya (Honestly, I have never experienced anything like this)!” she declared, hesitating on vital details. But she was honest. That was enough to please Sunil.

He beamed, “Internet se bahut kuchh seekh sakte hain aaj kal (You can learn a lot on the internet).”

Ma knew about internet, having used some of its services herself. But she was not aware that even ‘such’ things were available there. Then she felt his hardness, still embedded inside her. It was nowhere as strong as it was, but that’s how penis behave when they spend their load.

“Aap sach me mujhse shadi karenge (Will you really marry me)?”

“Suman?” Sunil replied incredulously, “Did we not just get married? Main tumko apne man se apna chuka hoon (I have already accepted you as my wife in my heart)… aur ab to apne tan se bhi (and now we have become one in body as well). Tum to meri ban chuki ho (You are mine now). Tum to meri tab se ban chuki ho, jab se tumko maloom bhi nahi tha (You are mine, even before you even realized it). Ab to bas rasme honi baaki hain, wo bhi nibha lenge (It is now only the matter of following rituals and processes, and we will do them soon)…”

Ma was satisfied with his answer. She snuggled to Sunil, lovingly buried her face in his chest, and finally rested her head on his bicep. Sunil had an appreciative and evaluative look… what struck him was that Ma was adorned on in her forehead. She wore not a single piece of jewelry - oh, except for small pair of ear-pins and one similarly small nose-pin. She wore no bangles, rings, anklets, or any other jewelry. He felt a surge of disappointment.

‘I should have gotten something for her as a gift!’ he thought.

“What are you thinking about?” Ma asked, realizing that he was quieter than usual.

“Suman, I should have gotten something for you… a gift… something like a jewelry or something! You gave me such a big gift, and I gave you nothing in return… I am sorry.”

“Why are you saying such things? Mera gehna to aap hain (You are my jewel) … You gave me the biggest gift of them all… the gift of your love.” Her hand reached down and touched his penis where they were remarkably still joined.

“Aapka beej mere andar hai ab (Your seeds now rest inside me).” Her voice trailed, “Aap kabhi bhi aisa mat sochiyega (Please never think like that) … aisa khayal bhi na laaiyega kabhi (Please harbor no such thoughts ever).”

“Pehle to aapne mujhe fir se suhagin hone ka saubhagya diya (First you gave me the pleasure of being married again)… fir mujhe… (she hesitated) yaun sukh diya (then you gave me sexual pleasure)… ab aapka beej (now your seed)… (she again hesitated) Bhagwan ne chaha to jaldi hi mujhe fir se Ma banne ka sukh milega (God permits, I will soon receive the pleasure of becoming a mother again)… Ab in sab sukhon ke samne ye chhote mote zewar ki kya bisaat hai (What is the value of some jewels in front of all these pleasures)?”

Ma just displayed exactly all the qualities that attracted him towards her in the first place. Overcome with emotions, he kissed her sweet mouth many times, “Suman… oh Suman…” and then he adoringly looked at her and exclaimed,

“And you still doubt whether or not I will marry you? Only a fool will not want you in his life.”

He lovingly traced his fingertip around her areola. Her nipple responded and stood in attention.

“Agar tu meri Ma bhi hoti na, dulhaniya, to bhi main tujhse shadi kar leta (I would have married you even if you were my mother).” Sunil playfully teased her.

Ma made an expression of shock and playfully slapped his hand. Sunil made a mock expression of pain; but then both of them burst in to laughter.

“Suniye ji (Husband)?” Ma said sweetly.

“Haan?”

“Main… main…” Ma hesitated, “main, Amma ko kya keh kar bulaoon (How do I address Amma now)?”

That was such a cute question, Sunil thought. Just a couple of days ago, Suman called his Amma as ‘Kajal beta’. How things have changed!

“Main to Amma ko ‘Amma’ hi kehta hoon (I address her as 'Amma'). Tum dekh lo apna (You choose how you want to address her).”

“To theek hai… main bhi unko Amma hi keh kar bulaoongi (Okay... then I also will address as 'Amma').”

“Haan… theek hai. Ab to tum unki bahu ho (I guess it is okay. You are her daughter-in-law now).” And that reminded him of Latika, so, he added, “Aur Latika ki Bhabhi… Bou-di (And Latika's sister-in-law).”

Ma laughed shyly, “Mera to demotion ho gaya (Oh, I have been demoted).”

Sunil adoringly looked at Ma and said, “Dulhaniya, tera wo mature wala role ab khatam ho gaya hai (My lovely bride, now the days of you playing mature role are over)… ab tu non-mature, spunky role me cast kar li gai hai (now you must play young, spunky roles)…”

Ma laughed.

“Tum aise hi hansti raha karo dulhaniya (You always keep laughing like that my love). Main tumko aise hi hansta khelta rakhoonga hamesha (I will always keep you happy and hearty like this).”

Ma gave a very affectionate smile. She had very small desires. If those were fulfilled, she was satisfied with that.

“Tum Amma ke pair chhuvogi (Will you touch Amma's feet)?”

Ma nodded and said, “Amma ke bhi aur aapke bhi (Amma's and yours as well).”

“Ha ha… Jo kabhi teri beti thi, ab teri amma ban gai (One who was your daughter some time ago, is now your mother).”

“Ha ha! Sochiye na… ek time tha jab main Amma ko bhi doodh pilai hoon (Think about it... I used to feed her once).”

“Haan… ab Amma ka doodh tum pi lena (Yes, now you can feed from her).”

Ma laughed and Sunil stressed, “Sach me dulhaniya, ab tera mature wala role khatam (Truly my love, now forget about your mature role). Tu ab se chhoti ho gai hai umra me… ab se waise hi rehna (Now you have become youngest in this house). Hanste khelte. Hamesha (Staye happy always)!”

“Aap Amar ko kya keh kar bulayenge (How will you address Amar now)?” Ma asked after letting it sink in.

“Kya keh ke bulaoonga (How will I address him)? Arre, beta hai mera… beta kahoonga (He is my son... I will call him as my son)!” Sunil replied boastfully.

“Haay Raam! To kya Latika uski Bua kehlayegi (Oh God! Does that mean Latika is his aunt now)? Aur Amma uski Dadi (And Amma his grandmother)?”

“Ha ha! Arre Mazak kar raha hoon (I am only joking). Main unko Bhaiya hi kahoonga (I will call him Bhaiya only). Main tumhara pati hoon, lekin unka pita nahi (I am your husband, but not his father). Unki jagah mere man me mere pita samaan hai, aur waisi hi rahegi (In my heart, his place is like that of my father and will remain like that).”

Sunil replied respectfully. Then he thought of some mischief and added, “Lekin maine unki janm-bhoomi dekhi hai… badi pyaari si hai (But I saw his birth place... it is very cute)!”

“Unki janm-bhoomi (His birthplace)?”

“Haan… ye hai na… (Yes, this)” he pointed at her vulva, “ye teri pyari pyari bur (Your vulva is very cute)?”

“Dhatt!”

“Sach me dulhaniya! Tumhari umra chahe kuchh bhi ho, lekin bur to tumhari bilkul jawan hai (Whatever your age might be, but your vagina is young). Kasi hui (Tight)! Dekho, kaise pakde hue hai mere lund ko (See, how it is holding my penis)?”

Sunil’s penis had already started gaining erection with this dirty talk. Ma felt that. Instinctively, her vagina gave it a squeeze, erecting it further.

“Suman, aaj jab tum apna shringaar kar ke nikli, to main to bas dekhta hi reh gaya (Suman, today when you decorated yourself like that, I was awestruck). Khud ko rok sakne ka koi chance hi nahi tha (There was no chance for me to control myself). Tumko aaj apna banana hi tha (I had to make you mine today)!”

He added, “Aur ye dekho… mera lund… fir se khada hone laga (And see this? It is again erecting).”

Ma asked, “Aapko dobara karne ka mann hai (Do you want to make love again)?” it was remarkable how she still felt shy, despite having accepted Sunil as her husband and made love to him.

Sunil replied by helping her roll over on top of him, so she was now riding his still hard penis and said, “Haan… lekin is baar tum karo (Yes, but you do it this time)!”

This was not a position Ma had any experience with, so a little bit of guidance from Sunil helped her get into the rhythm of it. Sunil suckled and fondled her swaying breasts as she discovered how to move to get the most pleasure. When he sensed her impending orgasm, he let himself go and shot another big load of semen inside her.

 

[avsji]

Ma was fucked twice, just over half an hour. That was a first for her! Ma had no idea that she could have so many orgasms or receive so much cum in such a short span of time. It was so bizarre to be true. Both fell on their back on the bed.

“Dulhaniya,” Sunil caressed Ma’s beautifully tired face, arranging the strands of hair that had fallen on her beautiful face, “sach sach batana… maza aaya (Please tell me the truth... did you enjoy it)?”

“Bahot (Very much)!” she replied, for the first time without any shame, in a sweet whisper.

Sunil smiled, and then looking at the ceiling, he added as a matter of fact,

“Dulhaniya, teen hafte me meri joining hai (My love, I am to join in three week's time)… doosre shahar me (In a different city). Main chahta hoon ki tum mere sath hi chalo (I want you to come with me)… isliye hum dono ko inhi teen hafton me shadi kar leni chahiye (That is why we must get married in these three weeks).”

Whatever little doubt that lingered in Ma’s mind about Sunil’s intentions, was now gone. He indeed wanted to marry her and take her with him. A new place to start a new life together. Ma could sense that behind all his spirited mannerism and behavior, Sunil was a simple person, with very simple expectations from life. He wanted to have her in his life, have a couple of children with her, and live happily ever after! These are classic, traditional styled, life expectations… and they are beautiful!

“In fact, teen nahi, agle hafte ya das dino me kar leni chahiye (In fact, we should get married not within the next three weeks, but within the next week or ten days)… uske baad honeymoon par challenge, aur fir apni job join kar loonga (After that we can have some time for our honeymoon and then I can join my work).”

Ma’s heart started to race at the imminence of her wedding. Things were moving in the right direction and that too very rapidly!

He turned towards Ma and drawing a circle around her areola, he added, “Apna ghar apne tareeke se sajana… apne tareeke se rehna (Then you live in your home the way you want).”

Ma smiled while picturizing her new world with Sunil. Her ideal world included a home, which looked very similar to our ancestral home in the village, with mountains, a river nearby, lots of trees and flowers, and a variety of birds. It was a classic fantastical representation of those childhood drawings. That home would have herself, Sunil, and their children.

“Aapko kitne bachche chahiye (How many children do you want)?” Ma asked Sunil softly.

“Ummm…” Sunil thought for a while and then said, “… kam se kam do (at least two).”

He stopped and again thought for a while and then reiterated, “Haan… do theek hain (Yes, two will be fine).”

“Do bachche (Two children)? Jaldi jaldi kar lenge (We will have them quickly)…” Ma whispered shyly, “main jaldi hi paintalees ki hone wali hoon (I will be forty five soon). Bahut adhik wait nahi kar sakte (We cannot wait much longer).”

“Dulhaniya, jaldi jaldi ki to tu chinta hi mat kar (Dont you worry about having children 'quickly'). Tu healthy aur fit hai (You are healthy and fit)! Main bhi healthy aur fit hoon (I too am healthy and fit). Ab tu mann me bhi chhoti hone ka socha kar (Now you try to start feeling younger)… aur chudaai to teri din me kai kai baar karunga main teri (I will fuck you many times each day)… Bhagwan ki kripa se tu jaldi hi pregnant ho jayegi (With God's grace you will get pregnant soon).”

Ma smiled and then shyly buried her face in to his chest. Sunil lovingly caressed her backside, and then rested his fingers at the cleft of her vulva,

“Lekin sach kahoon… kya badhiya bur hai teri (But honestly, how wonderful your vagina is). Ekdum tight… ekdam raseeli (totally tight and juicy). Jaldi jaldi me hi sahi, lekin swarg ki sair ho gai (Even though I was in a hurry, still I feel like I have been to heaven).”

Ma finally laughed at his shameless compliments.

“Aap bhi na!”

“Achchha, ek baat to bata dulhaniya (Tell me one thing),” he probed further, “tujhe mera lund to achchha laga (do you like my penis)?”

“Dhutt!”

“Arre kya dhutt! Bol na kaisa laga (Please tell me)?”

“Bahut badmash hai (It is very mischievious).” Ma replied shyly, after hesitating for a few moments.

“Arre main meri nahi, mere lund ki baat kar raha hoon (I am not talking about myself... I am talking about my penis).”

“Haan… wo hi. ‘Wo’ bahut badmash hai (Yes. I too am talking about your penis. It is very mischievious).”

“Hmmm… Iski badmashi pasand aai (Did you enjoy its mischief)?”

Ma nodded, smiling.

He kissed her many times and then before parting he added, “Raat me darwaza khol ke rakhna. Aaoonga. Aur badmashi karenge (Keep open your door in the night... I will come and do some more mischief).”

 

[justraj]

great conversation

 

[Ashurocket]

Dear avsji it looks like you have done PhD on suhaag sej and it's narration.



Superb update. I know it's an imaginary twist in an otherwise real life account but I'm simply loving it.

Ashu

 

[avsji]

When Ma finally emerged from her room, her face had a definite glow. She was brimming with joy! Today she was a married woman again. The burden of ashen widowhood was now over, and she could now enjoy life again. She was now to fulfill those desires and wishes that had suppressed for decades. She now had a new companion, and he promised her that he would fulfill all her dreams! It is rare to get such second chances.

‘Thank you so much, dear God!’

Today she would cook for her loving young husband. Sunil looked at her walking towards the kitchen and smiled. Ma too returned the smile. Today they had mated. Twice. That was an amazing thing. He loved her, and with his sincerity and persistence, he showed his love to her. Good that Ma too responded positively to it. Sunil internally marveled at how beautiful she looked in her peachy orange attire! Absolutely beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous! There was something else that added to Ma’s beauty and that was the vermilion that adorned her forehead. But somehow, he did not notice it consciously.

He picked up a couple of women’s magazines and started to scan through the pages to look for jewelries, especially the mangalsutra and other gifts that he could purchase for Ma. Ma on the other hand got busy with cooking. Ma did not do much household chores these days, as Kajal never let her. But today things were different. She wanted to show her love for Sunil, and what better way than to cook for your lover (I mean other than making love)?

So, while she cooked, she often found Sunil looking at and watching her. His eyes were playful, but sincere. She could also see a hint of admiration in the way he looked at her. She would return his gaze with sweet smiles. At one point Sunil came from behind her and hugged her. In no time that hug evolved into an erotic embrace as his hands started to firmly squeeze her breasts. He wanted to unbutton her blouse, but Ma requested him not to do it as Kajal would now return any moment.

“Nahi nahi… abhi mat kijiye (No no… please don’t do it now).”

“Main kya karoon Suman. Mera man hota hai ki inko hamesha khula rakhoon aur dekhta rahoon (I can not help it Suma. I feel like keeping them on display and looking at them all the time).”

“Agar aap kahenge to main nangi bhi ho jaoongi aur hamesha nangi hi rahoongi (If you say, I will get naked and always be naked).” Ma replied seriously, “Lekin aap soch ke kahiye kia ap ye chahte hain (But please think and tell me if you want this)?”

Sunil thought and then said, “No. It is okay. Lekin aaj raat me main tumko jam kar chodoonga (But I will ravish you tonight)!”

“And I expect nothing less from my husband.” Ma also replied erotically.

Ma unzipped his pants, let out his erect penis and gave an erotic kiss to it. Sunil rocketed up to the cloud nine! Ma laughed and went back to cooking. His heart lurched thinking about how he would ravish her in the night!


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A couple of hours later, Kajal returned from Latika’s school and having done shopping for some household stuff. She was met with an appetizing aroma. She found Ma cooking.

“Arre waah Didi… kitni badhiya sugandh aa rahi hai khaane ki (Oh wow Didi... such beautifully appetizing aroma of food)!” she announced as she entered the house.

She noticed Sunil reading some magazine and Ma busy with cooking.

“Sorry – bahut late ho gai aaj main (Sorry, I got so late today). Latika ke school me itni der tak baithaaye rakha ki der ho gai (They kept us waiting for too long at Latika's school, that's why I got late). Fir socha ki kuchh samaan hi khareed loon (Then I thought of purchasing a few things for home) ... is nalayak se yah sab kaam to hote nahi (this lazy bum does not do anything).” she said looking at Sunil, who simply rolled his eyes at his mother’s complaint.

She entered the kitchen and tied her saree around her waist, readying herself for the chores, when she noticed it,

“Didi,” Kajal looked at Ma with happy curiosity, “ye sindoor (this vermilion)?”

Suddenly Ma felt as if she would fall with dizziness. In her haste to cook lunch, she forgot to wipe the sindoor from her forehead. But now thinking about it, she could not have wiped it off… that would be sacrilege! Isn’t it? Sunil made her ‘saubhagyavati’ by applying sindoor, and she could not again revert to her ‘widow’ status by wiping it off. Sindoor is now going to stay in her forehead.

“Wo... wwo... wo main...” Ma stammered. She tried in vain to come up with some story. She could not think of any. She was not the one who could lie.

“Arre theek hai (Oh it is okay)...” Kajal said, smiling, “aise khoob achcha lag raha hai (It is looking nice like that)... Lekin tum khana kyon paka rahi ho (But why are you cooking)? Itni der nahi hui hai (It is not so late)... Main kar deti hoon na (I would have done it)? Tum baitho (Go and take rest).”

Ma did not want to leave the kitchen, as she was cooking for her husband. But what could she say? She usually did not cook anymore and only sometimes came to help Kajal.

Kajal opened the dishes that were cooking and remarked, “Arre wah (Oh wow)! Dhokaar Dalna? Aur ye kya hai (and what is this)... waah (wow) ... Labra? Gota sheddho…? Waah! Kya baat hai Didi (It is amazing, Didi)! Aaj to sab Bengali dishes (It is all Bengali food today)!”

She tasted the dishes and remarked, “Waah! Waah! Bahut badhiya swad hai Didi (It is so tasty). Tumne to pehli baar me hi perfect swad nikaal diya (You got the perfect taste in the first attempt itself). Ab tum baitho, chawal vagairah main dekh loongi (Now you take rest. I will look after rice and other things).”

Ma unwillingly left the kitchen and came to her room. Inside the room, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked happy… no, very happy! Her face was radiant. What all Sunil did to her had really transformed her. She felt like a new person. A person who was hopeful about her future and even looking forward to it! She looked at the sindoor and proceeded to wipe it off. But she could not. This was a gift of a new life that her Sunil gave. She smiled. She decided that she will let Kajal know about the new development.

After about half an hour, she heard Kajal entering her room. It was their afternoon ritual to gossip with each other as the lunch cooked, and even after having lunch.

“Didi, kya badhiya Bengali dishes pakaai hain aaj tumne (Didi, what wonderful Bengali dishes you cooked today)!”

Ma smiled in response. She felt proud. Kajal was an amazing cook, and it was a compliment coming from her. Kajal sat in front of her, and said in a low, conspiratorial voice,

“Ab jaldi se Hilsa bhi pakana seekh lo (Now learn how to cook Ilish fish)... mere Sunil ko bahut pasand hai (My Sunil loves it).”

 

[avsji]

Ma’s face turned ashen at Kajal’s suggestion. So somehow, Kajal had put two and two together and made sense of Ma’s behavior. She had sindoor in her forehead, and she was cooking Bengali food that Sunil loved. What else could this changed behavior suggest? Ma lowered her head and eyes in shame.

Kajal sat looking at Ma amusingly. Ma was not sure how to look at her new mother-in-law, whom she had considered as her daughter for long. It was embarrassing, but it needed to be discussed sooner or later. Therefore, sooner was better.

“Didi,” Kajal smiled and then burst into laughter; she held Ma’s hand in her own and continued, “hum dono ki kismat to dekho (look at our fate)... Bhagwan ji ne bahut soch samajh kar hum dono ki kahani likhi hogi (God must have created it after much thought).” She paused for a reaction from Ma. But Ma kept mum and kept her eyes and face lowered.

“Ek taraf tumhara beta meri chudai karta hai, to doosri taraf mera beta tumhari (At one side, your son fucks me, while at the other, my son you).” She again used the low, conspiratorial tone to say it before adding in normal voice, “Hai na anokhi kismat hum dono ki (Isn't it unique)?” she again paused and waited.

It was hard to describe Ma’s feelings… she had turned ashen as if she was caught red-handed doing something very wrong, and at the same time she turned red when Kajal so unashamedly suggested that she knew about Sunil’s and Ma’s physical relationship. She could not think of anything to say. She was not sure how Kajal would react to this new development.

Kajal was still looking intently at Ma. But when Ma did not say anything even after waiting for a couple of minutes, Kajal posed a direct question,

“Didi, why do you want to marry him?”

The way she looked at her, told Ma that it was important for Kajal to know the truth.

“Kajal, I think… I want to marry him because it will do us both a lot of good.” she answered simply.

Kajal was a bit surprised at what Ma said.

“That is funny. I thought you were going to say something about love.”

“I think…” Ma waited for a few more seconds before adding, “I think that we have something better than that… okay, if not better than love, than at least as good. We have respect for each other.”

Kajal’s expressions did not give away anything.

“Anything else?” she asked.

“Su…” Ma hesitated - how could she take the name of the man who just adorned her forehead with vermilion - “… he loves me." Ma said, her face turning a little red.

“I didn’t pick your son.” Ma said defensively, but very softly, “I think that was fate.”

"Fate?" Kajal had a look of disbelief on her face, like Ma could not have said that… but she was melting inside.

“Mmmm…” still maintaining that expressionless face, Kajal said, “… so fate and mutual respect? Is that all?”

“That is a good start to get happily by.”

“Is that right?”

“That is right.” Ma’s voice had turned very soft… but it was self-respectful and confident. There was a conviction that what Sunil and she did was right.

Kajal regarded her closely.

“I hope so, Didi. I would not want to wake up one morning to find you have been neglecting to live up to your promises.”

“I understand,” Ma answered evenly but softly, although it was not as easy as that.

She knew that once married to Sunil, she would regret any slip-ups of her own – and alone. In such kind of lopsided marriages, the partner who is more vulnerable, must bear more brunt. That is how it is.

“But…” Kajal paused waiting for Ma to give her attention, but Ma did not change her stance, so, Kajal continued, “… but having said that, I also must acknowledge that you can give my son everything that I can not give to your son… and… to tell you the truth,”

Kajal suddenly changed her expressionless demeanor and lovingly caressed Ma’s one cheek and kept her fingers there,

“if you come to our home as a bride, then I will absolutely love it! Mere Sunil ki to kismat hi khul jayegi (My Sunil’s luck will turn for good). Sach me (Believe me).”

Ma could not believe what Kajal just said. She finally raised her face and looked at Kajal disbelievingly.

“Tumko bahut pyaar karta hai wo (He loves you very much).”

Ma was about to say something, but as if reading the questions in Ma’s mind, Kajal interjected, “Beta hai wo mera (He is my son) … kya mujhe nahi samajh me ayega ki usko kaun pasand hai, aur kaun nahi (wont I know who he like and who he doesn’t)?”

Ma again lowered her face, this time shyly. She felt so powerless at this moment. She considered Kajal as her own daughter, and Kajal too had reciprocated that feeling for a long time. Only recently she had started calling her as ‘Didi’ and not as ‘Ma ji’ or ‘Ma’. With Ma’s new status as Sunil’s future wife, she will officially become Kajal’s daughter-in-law! Isn’t it an amazing twist of fate?

Kajal continued, “Bhagwan ji sabko dobara sukhi hone ka mauka nahi dete (God does not gve everyone a second chance at happiness). Unhone tumko ye mauka diya hai (He gave you this opportunity) … tumhare sath hi bhagwan ji ka asheervad bhi aa jayega mere Sunil ki life me (With HIS blessings to you, HIS blessings too will come in Sunil’s life as well). Tumko dobara sukhi hone ka mauka mil raha hai (You are getting a chance at love and happiness) … le lo (Grab it). Bina jhijhke (Without hesitation).”

She smiled, hoping to evoke some response from Ma. But Ma was so overcome with emotion that she could not say anything.

“Didi?” Kajal prodded, “Oh mera matlab (Oh, I mean), Bahu?” Kajal emphasized on the word, ‘bahu’, “Apni Saas ke gale se nahi lagogi (Won’t you hug your mother-in-law)?”

Ma jumped and buried her face in Kajal’s bosom. She was crying. She needed a friend. The last few months had been an ordeal for her. This was only now that she started to see some sunshine. She still felt that her happiness was fragile. Kajal consoled her,

“Suman,” Kajal too called her by her name, “tumhare andar itna pyaar hai (you have so much love in you) … hamari to kismat hi khul gai hai (We are so lucky to have you with us) … sach kahoon (it is true).”

“Tumko kab se pata hai (Since when do you know)?” Ma asked, between sobs.

 

[avsji]

“Pakka pata to abhi abhi chala (I can to know for sure only just now)… lekin shaq tabhi se hai jab se Sunil wapas aaya hai (But I suspected it only since Sunil returned from his college).” Kajal replied, caressing and kissing Ma’s forehead, “Jab dekho tab bas tumhari hi baaten karta hai (He talks only about you all the time) … aur tumse hi baaten karta hai (and he talks only to you) … aur tumhare hi aas paas rehta hai (and he is always near you… around you) … Apni hone wali biwi me tumhari chhabi dhoondhta hai (He searches for your image in his intended bride). To kya mujhko nahi samajh me aayega ki uski pasand kaun hai (With all this, wont I understand whom he loves)?”

Kajal smiled, “Ye sindoor usne hi lagaya hai na (It was Sunil who applied the vermilion, want he)?”

Ma nodded; again shy.

“Sharmao mat, meri Bahu (Don’t be shy, my Bahu).” Kajal said affectionately, “Ab se tum Sunil ki biwi, aur main tumhari Ma hoon (From now on, you are Sunil’s bride, and I am your mother) … aur tum meri bahu nahi, tum ab se meri beti ho (and now you are not my daughter-in-law, but my daughter). Tum apna sansaar basao, usme hanso-khelo (You must create your own little world and live happily in that). Mera aasheervad tumhare sath hai. Hamesha (My blessings are always with you).” Kajal said and again kissed her.

“Bas ek baat mujhe bataogi (Will you just let me know about one thing)?”

Ma looked at Kajal.

“Tumko abhi bhi maahvari hoti hai (Do you still have menstruation)?”

Ma reddened with shame. This was such a personal question; but she understood why Kajal would want to know it. Sunil wanted children, and for that Ma needed to be fertile. Ma nodded in agreement.

“Matlab, har maheene hoti hai (I mean, regularly)?” she probed further.

Ma again nodded in agreement.

“Bahut achchha! Bahut achchha (Very good… very good).” Kajal said, smiling, as if picturing her son and daughter-in-law with her grandchildren. She then snapped out of that fantasy and said in a sweet voice,

“Bitiya meri… ab jaldi se mere Sunil ko bhi Amar jaisa hi ek beta de do (My daughter… now please give my Sunil as well a son like Amar) …”

Ma reddened with shame. But she understood why Kajal would say that, and she felt proud. She felt welcomed in her new role as Kajal’s bahu, Sunil’s wife and Latika’s bhabhi. She was amazed how she thought about her ‘younger role’. As my mother, she had an ‘older role’. It was a great change!

“Suman… meri bitiya (Suman… my daughter) … tu ab meri bitiya hai na (you are now my daughter) … to main ab teri bhi Amma hoon (and I am your mother) …”

Ma looked at Kajal and thought that she was suggesting her to pay her respects… So, like an ideal, Indian daughter-in-law, Ma got up, covered her head using her pallu, prostrated, and touched Kajal’s feet with her forehead and hands. Kajal was amazed at how Ma showed her respect as a mother-in-law!

“Oh! Oh! Bhagwaan tumko khoob sukhi rakhen (May God always keep you happy). Tum dono ko deerghayu den… swasth rakhen (May He blesses you with long life and healthy life). Tum sada saubhagyavati raho (May you always be happily married)! Tum doodho nahao, puto falo (May you always be prosperous and fertile)!” Kajal showered her blessings on her, “Mera sab aasheervad tumhare sath hai (All my blessings are with you) … Lekin main tumko mere pair chhoone ke liye nahi keh rahi thi (But I was not asking you to touch my feet).”

Ma looked at her, not really understanding what Kajal wanted.

“Lekin… tum to meri Amma ho na (But… you are my mother now).”

“Haan… main tumhari Amma to hoon (Yes… I am your mother) … aur main tumko Ma ka prem aur sukh doongi (and I will give you the love and care of a mother).” She said, lovingly caressing Ma’s cheeks. She then called out,

“Sunil?”

“Haan Amma.”

“Zara andar to aa… bahu ke kamre me (Will you come here… in Bahu’s room).”

Being called in to Ma’s room, Sunil understood that Kajal knew about his changed relationship with Ma. When Sunil entered the room, Kajal looked at him adoringly.

“Beta, aaj tune poori zindagi ka sabse samajhdaari wala kaam kiya (My son, you have done the wisest thing in your entire life),” she said again caressing Ma’s cheeks, “Meri Suman se behtar bahu tere liye koi nahi ho sakti thi (There can not be a better bride for you than my Suman).”

“Oh Amma! Tumko bhi meri pasand, pasand hai (You too like whom I like)?”

“Bahut pasand hai (I like her very much). Bahut pasand (Very much). Sabse jyada pasand (The most). Teri kismat khul gai hai beta (You are very lucky)! Tumjhko abhi tak nahi maloom (You still don’t know how lucky you are) … jab Bahu ke shubh charan tere jeevan me padenge to dekhna… tera jeevan kitni khushiyon se bhar jayega (With Bahu in your life, your life will be full of love)!”

“Haan Amma (Yes Amma)!” Sunil smiled in Ma’s direction.

“Suman… meri bitiya, Bhagwan ji ne hum dono ka sambandh hamesha hi Ma-beti wala hi soch ke rakha tha (Suman, my child, God had always thought about our relationship to be that of a mother and a daughter) … ab dekh, main teri Ma hoon, to tujhko apna prem, apna aasheervad dena mera adhikaar bhi hai aur kartavya bhi (Now that I am your mother, it is my duty and right to give you my love and blessings).”