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Zainab felt a bit relaxed that she has vent out the turbulence going on within her to her MR. RIGHT. Zainab is a very beautiful girl which she knew and guys has been after her since her school days. Guys can fight for her among themselves to get her attention. She had a whole battalion of romeos in her college and her locality.
Her attraction for Mr. Mehta grew more stronger as she saw him as a matured sensible human being devoid of any selfish interest. He has dedicated his life for his son and for the poor and the needy. Any guy whom such a beautiful girl would propose would accept all terms and conditions unconditionally but Mr. Mehta showed more concern for Zainab and her future. He showed his worry for Zainab's parents.
Zainab was fascinated with this man's simplicity and his unconditional service to the society. She remembered the poor and the needy thanked him as they considered him a Demi God and yet he embraced all the poor people and spent time with them and listened to their agonies. Guys her age are busy flaunting themselves and market themselves to trap females and then they enter into a materialistic affair of give and take wherein they INVEST on the female with gifts, DISCOS, food and ultimately the objective is to LAY the female. Every thing ends with that ONE NIGHT STAND and then the guy starts neglecting and avoiding the female and are in the lookout for new pastures. Guys have become very promiscuous. Also the females are no less. They only want free pocket money and gifts and are ready to BARE IT ALL for these things. Zainab always abhor this decadent culture which are the decaying residue of the decaying Western Society.
She always longed for true love and an honest man who would remian loyal to her all her life and she in turn would also remain loyal to him all her life, A man who should would love and respect and who is compassionate oozing with emotions.
She found all her needs converging into Mr. Mehta who is her Boyfriend's father and who is older than her own father by 15 years !!!
She felt that Age has nothing to do with True Pure love and AGE IS JUST A NUMBER...
She told herself that had he been of her age then he too would become corrupt like the other guys.
Engrossed in these thoughts she walked alongside Mr. Mehta to his car. She quietly sat in the car and there was silence between the two people. This silence was so damning that Zainab turned on the music player and was enchanted with the lovely voice of singer KISHORE KUMAR... She loved the song.
Mr. Mehta pulled the car before the gate of her residence and looked at Zainab and said " Don't waste your time on me. You are a beautiful intelligent girl , Spend your life with someone of your age who can give you love and respect and protection. Think about your parents. Also we are from different faiths and so this union would not work out from any angle. Also I love my son and come what may... I cannot afford to see him crestfallen because of me. I wont be able to forget myself. Hope you would understand.
Zainab= Uncle !! I have found my Mr. PERFECT and that is you. Love does not understand Logic. There is a difference between love and lust
Her attraction for Mr. Mehta grew more stronger as she saw him as a matured sensible human being devoid of any selfish interest. He has dedicated his life for his son and for the poor and the needy. Any guy whom such a beautiful girl would propose would accept all terms and conditions unconditionally but Mr. Mehta showed more concern for Zainab and her future. He showed his worry for Zainab's parents.
Zainab was fascinated with this man's simplicity and his unconditional service to the society. She remembered the poor and the needy thanked him as they considered him a Demi God and yet he embraced all the poor people and spent time with them and listened to their agonies. Guys her age are busy flaunting themselves and market themselves to trap females and then they enter into a materialistic affair of give and take wherein they INVEST on the female with gifts, DISCOS, food and ultimately the objective is to LAY the female. Every thing ends with that ONE NIGHT STAND and then the guy starts neglecting and avoiding the female and are in the lookout for new pastures. Guys have become very promiscuous. Also the females are no less. They only want free pocket money and gifts and are ready to BARE IT ALL for these things. Zainab always abhor this decadent culture which are the decaying residue of the decaying Western Society.
She always longed for true love and an honest man who would remian loyal to her all her life and she in turn would also remain loyal to him all her life, A man who should would love and respect and who is compassionate oozing with emotions.
She found all her needs converging into Mr. Mehta who is her Boyfriend's father and who is older than her own father by 15 years !!!
She felt that Age has nothing to do with True Pure love and AGE IS JUST A NUMBER...
She told herself that had he been of her age then he too would become corrupt like the other guys.
Engrossed in these thoughts she walked alongside Mr. Mehta to his car. She quietly sat in the car and there was silence between the two people. This silence was so damning that Zainab turned on the music player and was enchanted with the lovely voice of singer KISHORE KUMAR... She loved the song.
Mr. Mehta pulled the car before the gate of her residence and looked at Zainab and said " Don't waste your time on me. You are a beautiful intelligent girl , Spend your life with someone of your age who can give you love and respect and protection. Think about your parents. Also we are from different faiths and so this union would not work out from any angle. Also I love my son and come what may... I cannot afford to see him crestfallen because of me. I wont be able to forget myself. Hope you would understand.
Zainab= Uncle !! I have found my Mr. PERFECT and that is you. Love does not understand Logic. There is a difference between love and lust
Zainab continues..
I have seen boys in my college. They have no commitment level. They change their lovers like they change their clothes. There is no commitment level and no ethics. I have lost confidence in guys of my age. Also at home, I have seen my mother leading a dual life. On the outside she acts that she is happy and fine but I have seen her weep alone at nights and blame her for not able to retain her husband. My father has two wives and everyday there is competition at my house by either of his wife to win my father so that he gives her attention and spends the night with her. After so many years of marriage , there is no security and so I want to hold the hand an an honest man with whom I can spend few days in happiness. This is all I want and society or my faith will not come and console me at nights if I weep and cry.
Mr. Mehta- Beta !! you are matured beyond your age and a nice girl. You are beautiful, intelligent, emotional, homely, dedicated, objective and a nice human being. Had I been younger I would had wasted no time and proposed you first hand. But you must remember that age is not on my side and if god forbids and I depart from this world then how will you spend the rest of your life. You will anyways weep and cry in isolation and the world would shut its doors at you. Who will marry you and give you support and love ?? Do think on these lines before jumping to any conclusion. Food for thought...
Zainab- I would rather spend few years in happiness than a lifetime of sorrows and adjustments. I believe in quality of life and not quantity distasteful days...
Zainab places her palm on Mr. Mehta's hands and says "" I feel protected and happy holding your hand Uncle !! I feel so much at peace...
I have seen boys in my college. They have no commitment level. They change their lovers like they change their clothes. There is no commitment level and no ethics. I have lost confidence in guys of my age. Also at home, I have seen my mother leading a dual life. On the outside she acts that she is happy and fine but I have seen her weep alone at nights and blame her for not able to retain her husband. My father has two wives and everyday there is competition at my house by either of his wife to win my father so that he gives her attention and spends the night with her. After so many years of marriage , there is no security and so I want to hold the hand an an honest man with whom I can spend few days in happiness. This is all I want and society or my faith will not come and console me at nights if I weep and cry.
Mr. Mehta- Beta !! you are matured beyond your age and a nice girl. You are beautiful, intelligent, emotional, homely, dedicated, objective and a nice human being. Had I been younger I would had wasted no time and proposed you first hand. But you must remember that age is not on my side and if god forbids and I depart from this world then how will you spend the rest of your life. You will anyways weep and cry in isolation and the world would shut its doors at you. Who will marry you and give you support and love ?? Do think on these lines before jumping to any conclusion. Food for thought...
Zainab- I would rather spend few years in happiness than a lifetime of sorrows and adjustments. I believe in quality of life and not quantity distasteful days...
Zainab places her palm on Mr. Mehta's hands and says "" I feel protected and happy holding your hand Uncle !! I feel so much at peace...
Mr. Mehta was speechless. It has been 20 years since he has felt the soft touch of a female hand and for a while he felt so much warmth and peace. He somehow gathered himself and said "Zainab beta !! go home and think what you are doing !! your actions will cause a lot of distress to your loved ones and more more to you in the long run.
Zainab removed her hands and looked into the eyes of Mr. Mehta. Her eyes were speaking the truth. Pure unadulterated love was flowing out of them,... So pure,, so chaste... so natural... Eyes often speak things which words cannot express. Mr. Mehta is a matured experienced man and he very well understood the emotions. Somehow , he felt flowing with those emotions but he controlled himself and told Zainab to go home.
Zainab went out of the car and looked back at Mr. Mehta lovingly. Mr. Mehta bid her good bye and he whizzed off. It was becoming too much for him to ensure the situation.
Zainab went to her room. On one side she was happy that she has expressed herself to Mr. Mehta but on the other hand, she was sad too as it seems immensely difficult to win the heart of her lover. He was not an young happy go lucky inexperienced lad who would fall for her charms but a matured through gentleman.
Zainab stood before the mirror and viewed her beauty. She was fair complexion, long black hair, deep black eyes, long slender neck, the perfect round bosom which guys are crazy as she has seen many boys and men ogling blatantly at her bosoms, flat tummy. She turned round and there was her perfect round buttocks with the right amount of flesh in the right proportion. She opened her jeans and viewed her perfect fleshy thighs with a black mole on her left thigh which complimented the beauty of the thighs. She had the perfect slender feet with dainty toes .
She said to herself with pride - My beauty can lure any man of any age. My HERO is a tough man. Its difficult to bribe him only with my sexy exterior. He is a man of mettle and ethics. Its difficult to get him but once I get him then he would be mine for ever and ever.
Her resolve to win the heart of Mr. Mehta became more firm. She has already taken the decision to spend the life with him and she does not intend to retract back in her decision by even an inch.
She told herself- This body, this youth and this beauty is reserved only for Mr., Mehta... and she felt very happy
Zainab removed her hands and looked into the eyes of Mr. Mehta. Her eyes were speaking the truth. Pure unadulterated love was flowing out of them,... So pure,, so chaste... so natural... Eyes often speak things which words cannot express. Mr. Mehta is a matured experienced man and he very well understood the emotions. Somehow , he felt flowing with those emotions but he controlled himself and told Zainab to go home.
Zainab went out of the car and looked back at Mr. Mehta lovingly. Mr. Mehta bid her good bye and he whizzed off. It was becoming too much for him to ensure the situation.
Zainab went to her room. On one side she was happy that she has expressed herself to Mr. Mehta but on the other hand, she was sad too as it seems immensely difficult to win the heart of her lover. He was not an young happy go lucky inexperienced lad who would fall for her charms but a matured through gentleman.
Zainab stood before the mirror and viewed her beauty. She was fair complexion, long black hair, deep black eyes, long slender neck, the perfect round bosom which guys are crazy as she has seen many boys and men ogling blatantly at her bosoms, flat tummy. She turned round and there was her perfect round buttocks with the right amount of flesh in the right proportion. She opened her jeans and viewed her perfect fleshy thighs with a black mole on her left thigh which complimented the beauty of the thighs. She had the perfect slender feet with dainty toes .
She said to herself with pride - My beauty can lure any man of any age. My HERO is a tough man. Its difficult to bribe him only with my sexy exterior. He is a man of mettle and ethics. Its difficult to get him but once I get him then he would be mine for ever and ever.
Her resolve to win the heart of Mr. Mehta became more firm. She has already taken the decision to spend the life with him and she does not intend to retract back in her decision by even an inch.
She told herself- This body, this youth and this beauty is reserved only for Mr., Mehta... and she felt very happy
Every woman is passionate about her beauty. A naughty thought crossed Zainab's mind. She was standing in front of the mirror and admiring her beauty. She took off her T shirt and was in a white bra. She unhooked her bra and let it fall free. Out came her perfect, round boobs. Any man can shiver in excitement and can even sell himself to get a glance of those boobs. They were perfect and well preserved. They were untouched and fresh. Her tits were pink and at the moment upright with excitement. She slid down her lacy panties and her perfect cunt was exposed. She liked to keep it clean and she trimmed it regularly. She was a virgin and untouched and fresh.
Zainab caressed her boobs and was pleased to see the pink lips of her virgin soft pussy. She turned back to expose her perfectly round buttocks. People at her locality and college were crazy about her round buttocks which made her walk like a Gazelle.
Zainab said to herself- Uncle !! this is what I have to offer you. These are only for your eyes and for you only. I want to gift myself to you on our wedding day. Till the time I will do anything to preserve my modesty. From my heart I have become yours and its just a matter of time when we become one and remain in unison. I will take compliments only from you and do anything possible to win your heart. I have taken this challenge and will do anything to be yours.
Zainab caressed her boobs and was pleased to see the pink lips of her virgin soft pussy. She turned back to expose her perfectly round buttocks. People at her locality and college were crazy about her round buttocks which made her walk like a Gazelle.
Zainab said to herself- Uncle !! this is what I have to offer you. These are only for your eyes and for you only. I want to gift myself to you on our wedding day. Till the time I will do anything to preserve my modesty. From my heart I have become yours and its just a matter of time when we become one and remain in unison. I will take compliments only from you and do anything possible to win your heart. I have taken this challenge and will do anything to be yours.
Zainab becomes excited by the thought of been wedded to her Boyfriend's father. All qualities she ever wanted in a man is within her boyfriend's father who is 6o0 years of age. She continues standing in front of the mirror and admiring her youth. A beautiful woman is always proud of her beauty and she has every right to do so. She has this urge to play with her body and gratify her. She was having this strong urge within her. She has never felt anything like this with Purav.
She starts with kneading her breasts and she noticed her nipples erect with excitement. Pressing her nipples gave her so much joy. Kneading her boobs made her feel good. She kept on murmuring "Uncle !! I love you so much. I want to be with you all my life ""
Slowly her hand reached the openings of her cunt and she starts rolling her fingers over her mound. She noticed her cunt wet with her pussy juices which has oozed out due to excitement and her thoughts about Mr. Mehta. She rubbed the juices over her dainty fingers and the smell was quite strong and pungent.
She had a desperate urge to finger her pussy and experience an orgasm. She had never fingered her pussy and the instinct is normal which is the outcome of desperation and ewxcitement. Suddenly a thought came to her head. She has promised herself that she would present herself as a gift to Mr. Mehta and for that she wanted to keep the HYMEN of her VAGINA intact.
She was worried that if she fingers her cunt then the hymen would tear and this she would not like. With great self restraint she controlled herself and wore her home suite and diverted her mind.
Suddenly the phone rang and she ran in desperation to answer the call as she that as they had exchanged the numbers a few while ago and so Mr. Mehta might have called her. She was disheartened to see the call from Purav ( her current boyfriend). With a heavy heart she answered the call as she too wanted to divert her mind from her current thoughts.
Purav- Hello Baby !! My Sexy doll. How are you doing today . Care to go for a movie and eating out.
Zainab did not want to go out with Purav but she also thought that Uncle loves Purav very dearly and she should also know Purav well so that so can get nearer to Uncle.
She wore her jeans and T Shirt and while on the phone with Purav and confirmed that she will go out with him.
she did not wear much make up but she was a Beauty and a beautiful girl like her can never be a slave to artificial make ups.
Purav came on his bike and he looked great and masculine. Zainab hopped on the bike and Purav drove off. They reached the theater and met other friends . All were flaunting Gaudy dresses and girls were flashing their body to impress upon the guys and the public in general that they represent the CREAMY layer of the society.
They also looked at the simple dress of Zainab and giggled and muttered among themselves that this girl is backward and rustic. Zainab overheard them and viewed Purav who to her awe was feeling a bit disgusted that Zainab did not do heavy make up and wore revealing dresses.
Zainab realized that youth her age are mainly interested in exterior beauty which can be termed as SEXY rather than beautiful and material possessions. She heard one guy flaunting his bike and saying that my bike is better than the others. Then a call said that her perfume is imported and is very costly. Zainab felt that these guys are WESTERN ZOMBIES engulfed in the decadent culture of the WEST.
Zainab felt that she is not fitting with the crowd. She also saw Purav flirting with another girl and bragging about his bike and stuff.
Present Bollywood movies are full of SHIT. There is no good storyline. Heroine is there only for some cheap Item songs. Bollywood films miss the INDIAN- NESS in them and have become BLAND. Most of the Bollywood movies are stereotypes with weak story line and substance. Cheap and vulgar dialogues adorn Bollywood films.
This film was no less boring and keeping oneself glued to the non sense for 3 hours is a punishment. Many times Purav wanted to caress her and kiss her which Zainab strongly objected much to the frustration of Purav.
The nonsense Bollywood film ultimately ended and Zainab sighed an air of relief.
Purav was annoyed with Zainab as she did not let him play with her. Many other couples were shamelessly kissing in public completely oblivious to the fact that ladies and teenage children were around in the theater. Such is the level to which our Indian youth have degraded copying the decaying themes of the WEST.
Purav and his friends went to a Disco and they danced touching sensitive bobdy parts of each other. Purav too wanted to caress the Butt of Zainab which was soft and tempting. Also he intended to touch and caress her boobs. Zainab discouraged himself and his frustration increased ...
However, the DNA of good genes in him prevented him to do anything with a woman and he ceased to harress Zainab.
He offered Zainab wine which she rejected. He also wanted to have food from the same dish which Zainab discouraged.
Purav was angry with Zainab for being a spoilsport but he did not say anything to her.
After the party, Purav dropped Zainab home. On the way no one spoke to each other. Purav was angry with Zainab for spoiling the fun and Zainab considered Purav and his gang of friends as immature filled with material lust.
They parted with a Good bye which was just out of formality.
Zainab returned to her house. Zainab did not consider that as a house. Her father was always away hosting parties to influential business partners and her both mothers were submerged in their own life. She thought the house is more like a Hotel apartment with only four walls and no soul.
Zainab returned to her room and she thought that she was so happy with Uncle Mehta that she lost count of time on both the occasions she met him and wanted to be with him for eternity.
On the other hand she was feeling suffocated with Purav and wanted to run away from that circus.
A very strange idea dawned upon her mind all of a sudden. She thought to herself that she has preserved her beauty only for Mr. Mehta and so she did not want to exhibit her beauty to other people. So she took a decision that from the following day she would cover herself completely in Veil with only exposing her eyes. Suddenly she felt disgusted with the gaze of other men on her.
The following day she appeared fully covered by the Veil only exposing her expressive eyes. Her mother was surprised. She has been after her to cover herself but she has never forced her to wear the veil.
Zainab's mother was happy that her daughter is falling in line with customs. At least she can quieten her complaining neighbors and relatives...
Little did she knew what was within Zainab's mind....
She starts with kneading her breasts and she noticed her nipples erect with excitement. Pressing her nipples gave her so much joy. Kneading her boobs made her feel good. She kept on murmuring "Uncle !! I love you so much. I want to be with you all my life ""
Slowly her hand reached the openings of her cunt and she starts rolling her fingers over her mound. She noticed her cunt wet with her pussy juices which has oozed out due to excitement and her thoughts about Mr. Mehta. She rubbed the juices over her dainty fingers and the smell was quite strong and pungent.
She had a desperate urge to finger her pussy and experience an orgasm. She had never fingered her pussy and the instinct is normal which is the outcome of desperation and ewxcitement. Suddenly a thought came to her head. She has promised herself that she would present herself as a gift to Mr. Mehta and for that she wanted to keep the HYMEN of her VAGINA intact.
She was worried that if she fingers her cunt then the hymen would tear and this she would not like. With great self restraint she controlled herself and wore her home suite and diverted her mind.
Suddenly the phone rang and she ran in desperation to answer the call as she that as they had exchanged the numbers a few while ago and so Mr. Mehta might have called her. She was disheartened to see the call from Purav ( her current boyfriend). With a heavy heart she answered the call as she too wanted to divert her mind from her current thoughts.
Purav- Hello Baby !! My Sexy doll. How are you doing today . Care to go for a movie and eating out.
Zainab did not want to go out with Purav but she also thought that Uncle loves Purav very dearly and she should also know Purav well so that so can get nearer to Uncle.
She wore her jeans and T Shirt and while on the phone with Purav and confirmed that she will go out with him.
she did not wear much make up but she was a Beauty and a beautiful girl like her can never be a slave to artificial make ups.
Purav came on his bike and he looked great and masculine. Zainab hopped on the bike and Purav drove off. They reached the theater and met other friends . All were flaunting Gaudy dresses and girls were flashing their body to impress upon the guys and the public in general that they represent the CREAMY layer of the society.
They also looked at the simple dress of Zainab and giggled and muttered among themselves that this girl is backward and rustic. Zainab overheard them and viewed Purav who to her awe was feeling a bit disgusted that Zainab did not do heavy make up and wore revealing dresses.
Zainab realized that youth her age are mainly interested in exterior beauty which can be termed as SEXY rather than beautiful and material possessions. She heard one guy flaunting his bike and saying that my bike is better than the others. Then a call said that her perfume is imported and is very costly. Zainab felt that these guys are WESTERN ZOMBIES engulfed in the decadent culture of the WEST.
Zainab felt that she is not fitting with the crowd. She also saw Purav flirting with another girl and bragging about his bike and stuff.
Present Bollywood movies are full of SHIT. There is no good storyline. Heroine is there only for some cheap Item songs. Bollywood films miss the INDIAN- NESS in them and have become BLAND. Most of the Bollywood movies are stereotypes with weak story line and substance. Cheap and vulgar dialogues adorn Bollywood films.
This film was no less boring and keeping oneself glued to the non sense for 3 hours is a punishment. Many times Purav wanted to caress her and kiss her which Zainab strongly objected much to the frustration of Purav.
The nonsense Bollywood film ultimately ended and Zainab sighed an air of relief.
Purav was annoyed with Zainab as she did not let him play with her. Many other couples were shamelessly kissing in public completely oblivious to the fact that ladies and teenage children were around in the theater. Such is the level to which our Indian youth have degraded copying the decaying themes of the WEST.
Purav and his friends went to a Disco and they danced touching sensitive bobdy parts of each other. Purav too wanted to caress the Butt of Zainab which was soft and tempting. Also he intended to touch and caress her boobs. Zainab discouraged himself and his frustration increased ...
However, the DNA of good genes in him prevented him to do anything with a woman and he ceased to harress Zainab.
He offered Zainab wine which she rejected. He also wanted to have food from the same dish which Zainab discouraged.
Purav was angry with Zainab for being a spoilsport but he did not say anything to her.
After the party, Purav dropped Zainab home. On the way no one spoke to each other. Purav was angry with Zainab for spoiling the fun and Zainab considered Purav and his gang of friends as immature filled with material lust.
They parted with a Good bye which was just out of formality.
Zainab returned to her house. Zainab did not consider that as a house. Her father was always away hosting parties to influential business partners and her both mothers were submerged in their own life. She thought the house is more like a Hotel apartment with only four walls and no soul.
Zainab returned to her room and she thought that she was so happy with Uncle Mehta that she lost count of time on both the occasions she met him and wanted to be with him for eternity.
On the other hand she was feeling suffocated with Purav and wanted to run away from that circus.
A very strange idea dawned upon her mind all of a sudden. She thought to herself that she has preserved her beauty only for Mr. Mehta and so she did not want to exhibit her beauty to other people. So she took a decision that from the following day she would cover herself completely in Veil with only exposing her eyes. Suddenly she felt disgusted with the gaze of other men on her.
The following day she appeared fully covered by the Veil only exposing her expressive eyes. Her mother was surprised. She has been after her to cover herself but she has never forced her to wear the veil.
Zainab's mother was happy that her daughter is falling in line with customs. At least she can quieten her complaining neighbors and relatives...
Little did she knew what was within Zainab's mind....
Zainab was wearing the veil covering herself fully for the first time. she felt uncomfortable and strange but she told herself that I am ready to do everything to win Uncle's heart..
Her friends at college were shocked at her. Many of them could not believe their eyes. Zainab is a modern thinking girl and she always chose freedom over customs. She had even lectured some of her friends in the past. Her friends were very inquisitive about the sudden change in Zainab but Zainab only said that she would divulge the details at the right time.
Zainab met Purav and he was shocked. He liked girls in tank tops and minis and the new make over of Zainab was too much for him to endure. Zainab too gave the same answer to Purav.
Purav was seeing strange developments in Zainab and she was getting totally opposite to girls of his taste. Still he felt that he loves her and Zainab loves him and she was just following customs. Purav could sense a rift between them in ideologies and thought processes. He assumed that his girlfriend would get back to normal in times to come.
Purav never took much worries in life and he brushed ill thoughts of Zainab and her new attire. He felt that he loves her a lot and how hard he had tried to win her favor.
Zainab was waiting for Tuesday as she knew that her Mr. Perfect visits the temple and serves the poor and the needy. she went to the temple in her veil. People were amazed to see her but people in India are cool and they have lived with diversity for 1000 odd years. They embraced her inside the temple and Zainab felt good to be accepted by the community. She prayed to the idol to make her wish come true. She rang the bell and like always she felt a great deal of peace within herself.
In a short time she saw Mr. Mehta coming to the temple and she avoided herself to be seen. She wanted to give him a surprise.
After offering his prayers and serving the poor and the needy. Mr. Mehta came to the temple garden and sat beneath a big tree. She saw a veil clad figure waling towards him. He could not recognize Zainab as she was fully covered. She came and sat down beneath the same tree. She noticed that unlike other guys in college... Mr. Mehta was not ogling at her but kept his head low and avoided eye contact.
Zainab was happy to see her name a decent man who respects woman,. He is completely opposite to his son who like to ogle at females and their figures,
Zainab straight away came and sat beside Mr. Mehta and he was shocked.
Mr. Mehta- Excuse me miss !! Can I help you.
Zainab- Yes !! you only can help me and saying this she unveils her face. Mr. Mehta was surprised..
Mr. Mehta- Zainab Beta !! its you ! That''s a nice surprise. You look beautiful.
Zainab- Uncle !! thanks for the compliment. I want to look beautiful just for you... I just want to make you happy. I have missed you so much in these few days.
Mr. Mehta- Again you are humming the same lines. I had told u clearly not to waste your life. Still I cannot understand whats wrong with you.
Zainab- I have decided to spend this life either with you or be unmarried...
Mr. Mehta- you have become completely mad.
Zainab- Yes uncle !! You have made me mad...
Mr. Mehta- And what about this new attire...
Zainab- Uncle !! I have decided that my youth and beauty are only for you...I will not exhibit my beauty to other men...And that's why I have put myself behind the veil.
Mr. Mehta- Beta !! Veil is a matter of choice. I thinking is God has made a person beautiful and good things in a positive sense instill happiness and positive vibes. Imagine if a river had concealed herself below the soil. We could not witnessed the beauty and serenity of the place. Also imagine if the Sun and moon had concealed themselves behind the thick black clouds then this world would not get sunlight and moonlight and existence of life would not have happened.
Beauty never is to be concealed . God has made you so beautiful and express your beauty. There is a difference between being Beautiful and being Sexy.
One can be beautiful in proper Indian attire like Salwar suit or saree ( Traditional India dress worn by women across India). Being Sexy is like wearing revealing clothes exposing your body parts which HAS to be kept concealed. I hope you get the point. I can also see you are so uncomfortable in the veil.
You beauty is the gift of God on you. Express your beauty by wearing proper dress , wearing a big smile and letting your hair fly with the wind.
Zainab was impressed head over heals. Zainab- My gift is you Uncle and I can wait all my life to reach your heart. I belong to you alone.
Mr. Mehta- You are mad !! you are not understanding the problems you want to embrace. I will keep on explaining you and try to change your mind to move on in life.
Zainab- Uncle !! Think about yourself !! you need love and care. All your life you have slogged for others and now you too deserve love and care and believe me ,,, I will give you care and love and respect. I just want one chance...
Her friends at college were shocked at her. Many of them could not believe their eyes. Zainab is a modern thinking girl and she always chose freedom over customs. She had even lectured some of her friends in the past. Her friends were very inquisitive about the sudden change in Zainab but Zainab only said that she would divulge the details at the right time.
Zainab met Purav and he was shocked. He liked girls in tank tops and minis and the new make over of Zainab was too much for him to endure. Zainab too gave the same answer to Purav.
Purav was seeing strange developments in Zainab and she was getting totally opposite to girls of his taste. Still he felt that he loves her and Zainab loves him and she was just following customs. Purav could sense a rift between them in ideologies and thought processes. He assumed that his girlfriend would get back to normal in times to come.
Purav never took much worries in life and he brushed ill thoughts of Zainab and her new attire. He felt that he loves her a lot and how hard he had tried to win her favor.
Zainab was waiting for Tuesday as she knew that her Mr. Perfect visits the temple and serves the poor and the needy. she went to the temple in her veil. People were amazed to see her but people in India are cool and they have lived with diversity for 1000 odd years. They embraced her inside the temple and Zainab felt good to be accepted by the community. She prayed to the idol to make her wish come true. She rang the bell and like always she felt a great deal of peace within herself.
In a short time she saw Mr. Mehta coming to the temple and she avoided herself to be seen. She wanted to give him a surprise.
After offering his prayers and serving the poor and the needy. Mr. Mehta came to the temple garden and sat beneath a big tree. She saw a veil clad figure waling towards him. He could not recognize Zainab as she was fully covered. She came and sat down beneath the same tree. She noticed that unlike other guys in college... Mr. Mehta was not ogling at her but kept his head low and avoided eye contact.
Zainab was happy to see her name a decent man who respects woman,. He is completely opposite to his son who like to ogle at females and their figures,
Zainab straight away came and sat beside Mr. Mehta and he was shocked.
Mr. Mehta- Excuse me miss !! Can I help you.
Zainab- Yes !! you only can help me and saying this she unveils her face. Mr. Mehta was surprised..
Mr. Mehta- Zainab Beta !! its you ! That''s a nice surprise. You look beautiful.
Zainab- Uncle !! thanks for the compliment. I want to look beautiful just for you... I just want to make you happy. I have missed you so much in these few days.
Mr. Mehta- Again you are humming the same lines. I had told u clearly not to waste your life. Still I cannot understand whats wrong with you.
Zainab- I have decided to spend this life either with you or be unmarried...
Mr. Mehta- you have become completely mad.
Zainab- Yes uncle !! You have made me mad...
Mr. Mehta- And what about this new attire...
Zainab- Uncle !! I have decided that my youth and beauty are only for you...I will not exhibit my beauty to other men...And that's why I have put myself behind the veil.
Mr. Mehta- Beta !! Veil is a matter of choice. I thinking is God has made a person beautiful and good things in a positive sense instill happiness and positive vibes. Imagine if a river had concealed herself below the soil. We could not witnessed the beauty and serenity of the place. Also imagine if the Sun and moon had concealed themselves behind the thick black clouds then this world would not get sunlight and moonlight and existence of life would not have happened.
Beauty never is to be concealed . God has made you so beautiful and express your beauty. There is a difference between being Beautiful and being Sexy.
One can be beautiful in proper Indian attire like Salwar suit or saree ( Traditional India dress worn by women across India). Being Sexy is like wearing revealing clothes exposing your body parts which HAS to be kept concealed. I hope you get the point. I can also see you are so uncomfortable in the veil.
You beauty is the gift of God on you. Express your beauty by wearing proper dress , wearing a big smile and letting your hair fly with the wind.
Zainab was impressed head over heals. Zainab- My gift is you Uncle and I can wait all my life to reach your heart. I belong to you alone.
Mr. Mehta- You are mad !! you are not understanding the problems you want to embrace. I will keep on explaining you and try to change your mind to move on in life.
Zainab- Uncle !! Think about yourself !! you need love and care. All your life you have slogged for others and now you too deserve love and care and believe me ,,, I will give you care and love and respect. I just want one chance...
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Mr. Mehta retorted back harshly.
Mr. Mehta - Do you think I am a selfish man who would spoil your life for my selfish goals. Yes.. Every man needs love and care and you can be a ideal dream wife of any man. But what will happen to you after I am gone. Who will take care of you. Widow re-marriage is not that easy. Let me be very frank. How will you fulfil your sexual desires after me. Out of frustration you will turn mad. Have you ever imagined that !!
Zainab- Uncle !! If I do not marry you, I am anyways staying single all my life. I will burn with this sexual desire all my life. If you hold my hand then this pain can be reduced. And life is uncertain... what if I die first. Life is so uncertain and so I want to spend happily married life with you for the time either one of us is in this world. Second option is that I spend a life of compromise and adjustment with someone who I could never love. This forced decision by my parents can spoil 2 lives- self and the man with whom I get married. I do not commit the sin of spoiling the life of anyone and so i will rather burn in sexual heat than spoil another person's life for ever. I leave all decisions to you. And yes.. I do not like to be covered with this veil from head to toe.. I have avoided wearing this all my life after so much of my mother pestering me. I think my individuality is suppressed and makes me inferior to a man who is free to move and wear anything he desires. So, but till the time I get a favorable response from you.. I will continue to put this attire on which is oppressive.
Mr. Mehta- Are you serious !! do you love me so much. Are you sure that this is not lust..
Zainab - Uncle !! All qualities which I desire in a man is in you. I see my Mr. Perfect in you and I am just crazy for you.
Mr. Mehjta- You are my son's girlfriend. He loves you. I can never deceive him , compete with him and break his heart. So I am sorry. I am sure you will find a good soulmate.
Zainab was in agony. All her efforts are in vain. With a heavy heart she only says- " Uncle !! Please drop me at my residence..
Both of them got up and started to stroll out of the temple. No one spoke to anyone. Emotions were running high.
They were taking a stroll out of the temple. Suddenly, a group of rowdy boys started teasing Zainab and started making lewd comments. Zainab felt humiliated and held the hand of Mr. Mehta.
Hearing no reaction from the girl , they felt more confident and started touching Zainab on her sensitive areas. This was too much for Mr. Mehta. He escorted Zainab to his car and made her sit in the car and turned on the AC.
Zainab had tears in her eyes which made Mr. Mehta very emotional..
He turned to the boys and beckoned them. One guy who was creating the raucous came to him and Mr. Mehta tried to talk to him and make him understand what is wrong.
The guy started abusing Mr. Mehta and when he tried to hit him then that was the limit. Mr. Mehta was strong. he held one arm of the boy and twisted it hard which made the boy cry like a baby amd beg for pardon.
The other boys rushed in and Mr. Mehta treated them accordingly. Finally, the boys begged or pardon in front of Zainab and Mr. Mehta let therm run away.
Zainab was now extremely happy and proud of her choice.
Mr. Mehta - Do you think I am a selfish man who would spoil your life for my selfish goals. Yes.. Every man needs love and care and you can be a ideal dream wife of any man. But what will happen to you after I am gone. Who will take care of you. Widow re-marriage is not that easy. Let me be very frank. How will you fulfil your sexual desires after me. Out of frustration you will turn mad. Have you ever imagined that !!
Zainab- Uncle !! If I do not marry you, I am anyways staying single all my life. I will burn with this sexual desire all my life. If you hold my hand then this pain can be reduced. And life is uncertain... what if I die first. Life is so uncertain and so I want to spend happily married life with you for the time either one of us is in this world. Second option is that I spend a life of compromise and adjustment with someone who I could never love. This forced decision by my parents can spoil 2 lives- self and the man with whom I get married. I do not commit the sin of spoiling the life of anyone and so i will rather burn in sexual heat than spoil another person's life for ever. I leave all decisions to you. And yes.. I do not like to be covered with this veil from head to toe.. I have avoided wearing this all my life after so much of my mother pestering me. I think my individuality is suppressed and makes me inferior to a man who is free to move and wear anything he desires. So, but till the time I get a favorable response from you.. I will continue to put this attire on which is oppressive.
Mr. Mehta- Are you serious !! do you love me so much. Are you sure that this is not lust..
Zainab - Uncle !! All qualities which I desire in a man is in you. I see my Mr. Perfect in you and I am just crazy for you.
Mr. Mehjta- You are my son's girlfriend. He loves you. I can never deceive him , compete with him and break his heart. So I am sorry. I am sure you will find a good soulmate.
Zainab was in agony. All her efforts are in vain. With a heavy heart she only says- " Uncle !! Please drop me at my residence..
Both of them got up and started to stroll out of the temple. No one spoke to anyone. Emotions were running high.
They were taking a stroll out of the temple. Suddenly, a group of rowdy boys started teasing Zainab and started making lewd comments. Zainab felt humiliated and held the hand of Mr. Mehta.
Hearing no reaction from the girl , they felt more confident and started touching Zainab on her sensitive areas. This was too much for Mr. Mehta. He escorted Zainab to his car and made her sit in the car and turned on the AC.
Zainab had tears in her eyes which made Mr. Mehta very emotional..
He turned to the boys and beckoned them. One guy who was creating the raucous came to him and Mr. Mehta tried to talk to him and make him understand what is wrong.
The guy started abusing Mr. Mehta and when he tried to hit him then that was the limit. Mr. Mehta was strong. he held one arm of the boy and twisted it hard which made the boy cry like a baby amd beg for pardon.
The other boys rushed in and Mr. Mehta treated them accordingly. Finally, the boys begged or pardon in front of Zainab and Mr. Mehta let therm run away.
Zainab was now extremely happy and proud of her choice.
Mr. Mehta came and sat in the car, He was sweating , Zainab put her hand on his hand and then she planted a gentle kiss on his cheeks and said " Thank you Uncle for protecting me ".
Mr. Mehta- It is my duty as a responsible man. I cannot tolerate abuse and insult of any woman.
Zainab- You saved me today from those monsters. Protect me and take care of me all my life, please.
Mr. Mehta did not utter a word and drove the car. He dropped Zainab at her house and without saying another word , he drove away. Zainab felt bad but she was firm in pursuing him .
Mr. Mehta went to his house. His son was busy in his own life and seldom had time for his father. He has been without a woman for 20 long years. He longed for a female company but at the same time he wanted to take care of his son. He also felt that his son is now grown up and there is a Generation Gap between them and so they cant connect.
His thoughts shifted to Zainab. This pretty girl is after him. She was firm to remain single if he does not marry her, For years no one cared that he existed. Like a Robot he has been carrying out his duties devoid of love and care. Now God has been kind enough to reward him with a pretty virgin girl who loves him madly and ready to sacrifice her individuality by locking herself in the veil.
Mr. Mehta- It is my duty as a responsible man. I cannot tolerate abuse and insult of any woman.
Zainab- You saved me today from those monsters. Protect me and take care of me all my life, please.
Mr. Mehta did not utter a word and drove the car. He dropped Zainab at her house and without saying another word , he drove away. Zainab felt bad but she was firm in pursuing him .
Mr. Mehta went to his house. His son was busy in his own life and seldom had time for his father. He has been without a woman for 20 long years. He longed for a female company but at the same time he wanted to take care of his son. He also felt that his son is now grown up and there is a Generation Gap between them and so they cant connect.
His thoughts shifted to Zainab. This pretty girl is after him. She was firm to remain single if he does not marry her, For years no one cared that he existed. Like a Robot he has been carrying out his duties devoid of love and care. Now God has been kind enough to reward him with a pretty virgin girl who loves him madly and ready to sacrifice her individuality by locking herself in the veil.