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"Oh! Babuji, how I wish to take your 'lund' (cock) inside me now, and then again and again and again, as many times as you would like. I long to hold it inside my warm, wet womb!" Erotic words uttered by the bahu, and without inhibition!

The words from his bahu touched a raw nerve in Balwant. The a****l lust had taken over both his bahu and him alike.

"I cannot stay without touching your lund and holding it......" He heard her say.

The shy woman was now behaving like a randi (slut)... a bitch in extreme heat who would not stop at anything till her cunt was rampaged by her father-in-law. The very man who had brought out her animistic longing to surface. He was the one man to whom she no longer hesitated in outpouring her sexual outbursts. She didn't care how she looked or how she behaved in front of this man.

His naked bahu, whose nightie was just ripped off her torso, lay with her hair strewn, the sindoor (vermilion) was long since gone with just a faint smear remaining. The mangalsutra, the symbol of her wedded status, was dangling over her right breast.

Balwant's love for this randi woman grew. His lust multiplied with the words she uttered and the moans she emitted just now.

Balwant pulled her hand further up and placed it around his hardened cock. "And what does my bahu want to do with my lund ...?" His fingers grazing across her torso running up to her breasts,

"Babuji... " Her voice laden with lust "I want that dark b**st ..."

"Yes..my wonderful.." He said while pinching her nipple that elicited another moan. "But tell me what you want the lund for...?

Nodding her head, as if pointing towards her crotch "I want him inside me, Babuji". Her voice besieging, almost begging in lust.

"Kahan .... naam bolo (Where...name it)?" Balwant had that impish grin when he asked her where she wanted his lund, and she had to say the right but unutterable word. For her, that was the most intimate part of her womanhood. Even that did not stop him from teasing and embarrassing her further.

There was a teasing tone in the manner the patriarch was talking to his bahu in this most ardent stage of their impending copulation. He was goading the young girl to come out with specific answers to his questions once the girl had blurted out her carnal desire to hold the man's lund.

Sonam was embarrassed beyond measure; it was one thing to say these things in the spur of the moment and in her rising desires, but quite another if the recipient indulged in questions that would make her say things far more boldly. She was primarily a shy, conservative girl but circumstances, ever since her husband had left for a foreign assignment, made her change far more than she thought was possible for her. Shyly, hesitantly, she went on answering her father-in-law's teasing questions.

"Meri choot mein (In my pussy) ... Babuji," her voice in whisper with the longing of a woman who could not wait to be taken.

"So, you don't feel ashamed to take that name? Hmmm," Balwant teased her.

"But you wanted me to say it, Babuji! And then you tease me? You put me to shame!" Sonam felt ashamed at Babuji's trickery in getting her to answer his question and then tease her. She covered her face with her hands.

Balwant played with her long, silky hair. He laughed, wanting to tease her more. Just as a loving couple would do.

"Hmmmm .... so, you want to take my 'lund' in your pussy ... eh, Bahu?" he persisted in his teasing.

Sonam went on answering all his impish teases but she was far too impatient; impatient because she could not hold herself further. She was already holding the monstrous cock in her soft, petite hands while rubbing her soft palm along the length of the shaft. Her palms were moist by the steady stream of precum that oozed out from the tip of the stupendously large, black, monstrous cock that she held in her hands.

Such was her rising lust that she was eager to hold her wet hands on her face, breathing in the aroma that intoxicated her. And even to feed on the juice that had wet her hand. Oh my god! She was insanely overcome with heat and want for this man and his organ. She kept wondering how it was possible that even though her marriage was more than a year now she had not succumbed to her lust for this real 'mard'. Perhaps, if she had stayed all along in her sasural (in-laws house), if she had constantly intermingled with her father-in-law, they would both have surely surrendered to each other much earlier. May be, she would then have been impregnated by this man's healthy and fertile seeds, and the c***d that she conceived and gave birth to would have been theirs -- hers and her father-in-law Balwant's.

The very thought made her crave more for the man in whose arms she lay -- naked with the fabric that was her nightie lying in tatters beside her. Every inch of her sexy, desirous body showed her to be as she felt like at that instant -- a randi to her Babuji.

The words that they exchanged between themselves, as they remained overcome in their arousing lust, were unthinkable to Sonam. In a saner mind she would have blushed and covered her face in shame. And to think that these were the words that she was saying to her Babuji or words that she went on hearing excitedly and eagerly from him, surprised her more.

She knew that she wanted the man desperately, craved to be taken by him, lusted for the 'lund' to penetrate deeply into her insanely aroused 'choot' and to remain embedded inside, ploughing the walls of her wet womanhood roughly and brutally.... for it had the size and strength to do so. The only cock that had ever entered her vagina was her husband's ... incomparable in any way with the one that was now ready for her. Her young 'chut' was greedy and oozing wetness for the experienced, massive, immensely productive sperm filled, black cock that was her Babuji's. The thought of the pleasure that would ensue sent waves of excitement all through her desirous body once again, and she shook and quivered in front of the patriarch's eyes.

When the man at last began probing her 'sex' with one of his thick fingers, the touch was electrifying to Sonam. Was sex so very sublime, so very heavenly? And what would it be like when he finally inserted his 'lund'? The patriarch was giving his bahu the most enjoyable sensation possible. Sonam could only cry out, "Babujiiiii!". This man, this rustic patriarch was taking her young body to dizzy heights of sexual pleasure. At that point she didn't want to compare him with her husband because she knew there could be no real comparison between the two.

With one hand she gripped the man's free hand, while she held Balwant's lund firmly. She moaned softly, as her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Abhi to angali dali hai (I have only inserted my finger), bahu," Balwant said when he heard her moan and, without holding back, he thrust his finger deeper..

Sonam could only moan out 'ahhh ...Babuji'.

The patriarch was probing the walls of Sonam's vagina, circling and swirling his finger around the insides of her 'chut', softly at first before the intensity increased. The young bahu soon felt the rustic man's finger playing with her clitoris, hitting the head repeatedly with the tip, ushering out more of her juices.

"Oiiiiiiii," she cried out as she squirmed, shaking her head on the pillow.

Sonam was really in ecstasy -- one that she had never felt before. She held on to the man's lund as if it was something very dear to her, pulling and squeezing the hard, thick shaft. But then she saw the patriarch taking out his finger, much to her anguish. But then, he was licking his own wet finger to taste the juices that had formed in her bahu's wet, slippery 'cunt'.

"Oh my god! What was Babuji doing?" She stared at him.

The removal of the man's finger had created a vacuum in her vagina that was impossible for Sonam to bear. She tugged at the lund again and again before crying words that expressed the heat inside her.

"Babuji .. mujh se raha nahi jaa raha (I cannot bear it any more) ...please," she begged of her playful father-in-law.

The words that they exchanged between themselves were expressive of their lust and desire. Sonam's inhibitions had gone out her mind ...it was her body that was speaking. Even when the patriarch uttered the unutterable, she didn't hesitate.

When Balwant asked how he should take her, she shamelessly said, "Apne lund se (with your cock)." She would never have been able to say these things earlier but her desires for this man, who had touched her most intimate part, had made her a shameless wife, a starved bahu who was clearly full of lust.

Balwant teased and played with her, using words and questions that only led her to be more and more open. He wanted her to be uninhibited in expressing her needs, prepared for sex whenever he wanted. He had a tireless libido that was impossible to contain or be content.

"Meri randi bankar mere lund ko legi (will you take my lund by becoming my whore)?" Balwant egged her on.

Red in the face and yet unashamed in her need, she blurted out, "Yes, Babuji I will be a whore to you."

In truth, Sonam did not want anything that would bar her from possessing this man's awesome 'lund' with which she was thoroughly in love now. Ever since she had seen it, and then touched it with her hands, and then given it the warmth of her mouth, she had become restless and obsessed for this magnificent organ of her father-in-law.

Unable to hold herself back anymore she wailed, "Babuji, Babuji .... dal doh lund meri choot mein ... chodo mujhe (Insert your cock in my cunt ...fuck me, Babuji)."

Balwant, himself, was finding it hard to wait any longer. "Toh.... le loo tumko (So, I'll take you)?"

Sonam nodded her head eagerly. "Yes, Yes .... Oh god!"

It took the patriarch the least time in pulling her legs apart by holding her soft, delicate, creamy thighs with the rough, coarse hands of an unsophisticated, rustic but strong, well built man. The moment the lips of her vagina was made visible there escaped a shriek of delight in the elderly Babuji.

"Ooooffff!" he cried hoarsely as he stared at her vulva and the reddish insides that led to the ultimate spot that he desired.

The exquisitely beautiful quivering lotus, drenched in its own heat, gaped at her 'mard'. Babuji feasted on the aroma that escaped now, intoxicating him more and more. The air was filled with the fragrance of her sex.

'Bahu, I know how young you are and how little experience you have with that really very modest cock that your husband who is my son has. You are seeing a cock that would surpass most cocks and may compare with one that is almost like a horse. I want to warn you, Bahu, that it will hurt you. Are you prepared?" Babuji asked, not hiding his concern for his bahu.

'Yes Babuji. I am more than prepared for what you possess. I have reached the point of no return and my 'chut' will be calm again only when the hot sperms rest inside it. I can't wait any more. Take me as you would take a slut ... roughly and without mercy," Sonam was panting as she uttered these shameless words.

There was no reason for Babuji to wait further. He put a hand on Sonam's who was already holding the throbbing cock and together they guided the cock towards the waiting 'chut'.

"Chodooon (Shall I Fuck) Bahu?" Babuji asked once more, whispering into Sonam's ears, as he nibbled them with his lips.

"Haan babuji, chodo mujhe (yes Babuji, fuck me)," Sonam said shamelessly.

The first touch, as the tip grazed the vulva lips, was electrifying for Sonam. The moment that she had been waiting for had arrived for her. She shivered.

"Oh! Babuji! Mere Babuji, mere mard (my virile man)! Ahhhhh ... .... kitni din ki pratiksha (I have waited so long)," Sonam cried in excitement.

The patriarch must have been surprised to hear these words. Waited for so long? What was his bahu saying? But he had thought that this had started coming only a day or two back! However, he didn't probe further, letting it remain a mystery till it surfaced later some other day.

Sonam waited, but within a few moments she felt the hardness making its first attempt to invade her waiting womanhood. Perhaps a few centimeters ... Babuji was being most careful, she knew. A surge of happiness filled Sonam. Her 'mard' was taking pains to see that she didn't get hurt before she was prepared. Pain would be the ultimate ... it was necessary to get the pleasure, but this experienced man was making the grounds ready for this remarkable, dark phallus with her.

"Does it hurt Bahu?" Sonam heard her man saying.

"No Babuji, push in more ... I want you to .. I can't explain how impatient I am ... I want the entire 'lund' in my 'chut' .... Babuji, .. aur intezar kar nahi sakti (I can't wait a moment)," she whispered.

"Toh samhal isey, bahu (then handle this, Bahu)." He warned.

Simultaneously with these words, the patriarch pushed in a bit more strongly so that a couple of inches had made a forcible entry. The 'lund' was unarguably thick and, by all counts, its width was too much for the young Sonam who yelped out in pain at first. Babuji stopped almost instantly.

"Did I hurt you?" the patriarch asked very caringly, wiping an involuntary tear of pain that trickled down Sonam's cheeks. It was a gesture of pure love even in that moment when the man was gripped in immense physical need. Sonam gushed in happiness, forgetting the hurt of the invading 'lund'.

"Nahin babuji ... aur phir dard ke bina kaun si sukh (No Babuji ... and what pleasure can there be without pain)?" Sonam said forgetting the pain.

Babuji's arm beneath his Bahu's back pulled her nearer, he kissed her cheeks and then had his lips on hers, pressing them passionately, parting them, as he became more and more engulfed in a passion that had been rare for a long time.

A rough, coarse hand held one of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them and running the palm over the nipples a few times. Then, at some point, he held a nipple at a time in his fingers and pinched and pulled them to his heart's content. "Beautiful, very beautiful" he went on saying all the while. And below, he pushed in a bit harder, allowing his lund to capture more of the wet space that remained taut and tight. He must have pushed in a couple of inches now, for there was another exclamation of pain from his bahu.

"Hey Bhagwan! Mai marr jayungi (Oh god! I'll die)!" Sonam cried but she didn't push away her babuji from over her body. Rather her arms around his back gripped him more. She kissed him passionately, her saliva mixing with his as their breaths intermingled. This time, however, Babuji didn't stop.

"Le Bahu, mera lund le. Lund mangtee thi naa? Le, aur le. Sarii raat tujhe chodungi, meri randi (Take Bahu, take my cock. You wanted my cock isn't it? Take it, go on, take more. I'll fuck you the whole night like a slut," the patriarch's voice was hoarse in lust.

He pushed in more, fucked her harder, pulled back a bit before pushing in a few inches more. It was now a rampaging lund, occupying more and more the open spaces that it found before it. With a final push, the entire length of that massive organ was imbedded in her wet choot!

"Oooohhhhh Maaaa! Bachao mujhey (Oooooh mother! Save me)," Sonam cried as the hardness hurt her. But once it was inside she took a few moments to control herself and let herself get adjusted to the initial pain. When the lund had settled, she basked in the pleasure of holding something within her that she had been longing for. The feeling was exquisite, and sublime and she was proud now. She was filled with joy for she had been able to let that enormous, hungry lund of her babuji and lover be fully accommodated inside her.

Sonam lowered a hand of hers to the point where both Babuji's lund and her own choot had united. She wanted to touch the spot and see for herself that he was fully within her, that she was capable of taking in this man's manhood -- the man whom she now loved, the man whom she could think of as no one else other than her husband. And she wanted him to fulfil that role, the role of fucking her, of giving her his fertile seeds and making her a mother again.

"Ahhhh Babuji," she was deliriously happy," chodo mujhe, jor jor se chodo (fuck me, fuck me hard)."

"Haan, haan, haan (Yes, yes, yes)," was the outburst of a raging bull in the patriarch.

"Harder, harder Babuji ... aur jor se ... choriye matt apni randi ko (harder Babuji, don't spare your whore)," Sonam was wild now.

They went on fucking each other, bound and entwined as they were like serpents, pushing and plundering, giving and taking, moaning and shrieking in the delight of sexual love and togetherness as the region around their pelvis wanted to be merged into each other. The bed squeaked at this violent physical activity and if anyone was in a room below theirs, would have wondered why!

How the time flew Sonam didn't know nor did she know how long this man, her lover, had been fucking her. Such a difference between his son and him! Whereas the son could not hold beyond a minute and left her unsatisfied, the father was so virile, so much of a mard. He could prolong the act for the woman to be deliriously fulfilled. Her eyes had closed, and she had dug her long nails into the man's back, scratching him without a care. Sonam arched her pelvis into the man to take his weight on her. She had entwined her legs around his back but now she had raised and put them over his shoulders to get more of him within her.

The patriarch was far too experienced and knew the art of prolonging his ejaculation. In between, there would be moments when he would be immobile, except for the passionate kisses that he showered on his bahu. But, lower down, there was calm and waiting. Waiting to strike and push again, so that he could continue their love making to dizzying heights for his lovely Sonam.

"Tell me when you really need me, when you wish to take what I long to give ... take your time," Balwant said. His power of retention was extraordinary, and something that his dead wife had appreciated time and again when she was alive. Balwant always wanted to ensure his partner's satisfaction. Or else, he never felt happy or satisfied himself. Sonam was drowned in unthinkable pleasure, as she squirmed and received her Babuji. Endless moments, before she had reached orgasm. She was now ready to receive, for she had been fully satiated in her sexual want as she had been truly swept over by endless waves of lust and desire. She moaned and moaned.

Sonam was awoken from her stupor when she heard the man warning her, "Bahu ... meri rani ....anewala hai (Bahu ...my queen ...I am about to cum)!"

Sonam wanted complete fulfilment. She wanted his seeds deep inside her, inside her womb.

"Yessssss, Yesssss, Mere andar (Inside me) ... Babujiiiiiiiiiii," she cried.

"Leh, Leh isey (Take, take this)" he howled into her ears as she felt him gripping her arms followed by the most intimate of kisses on her lips and cheeks. Balwant had opened his lips and, hungrily and wildly, closed it around Sonam's mouth. He sucked on her lips, even biting softly.

And then the dam burst as he let himself go and ejaculated his unending load stored in his two big testicles. Spurt after spurt of warm, fertile, thick seeds were filling her womb as the man pulled back only to push in harder after each burst.

"Take this!" He warned.

"And this!" He repeated.

"Whore! You wanted to be fucked, eh? You deserved to be fucked by no less a cock than that of the master of the house. I'll fill that womb of yours with my thick seeds. I'll breed you, make those breasts swell with milk for my pleasure." He was remorseless as he plundered his young bahu's cunt mercilessly, just like she wanted. Sonam was thrilled beyond measure. She was delirious in happiness.

She blacked out in pure ecstasy by Balwant's merciless thrusts till her womb was filled to the brim. In the eyes of the creator, they were now one. And they were ready to procreate!

When they had truly completed their love act, and had regained their breath, they kissed each other. Their passions had subsided but their inner love for each other had grown beyond measure. In between their kisses, they expressed their love.

"Bahu ... my queen ... I love you," Babuji said lovingly. "I promise I'll love you as a man loves a woman, just like a husband loves his wife. It will no more be between a bahu and her sasur (father-in-law)."

"Babuji ... I cannot express how much joy you have given me. Mai sirif aap ka hi hoon, har din har waqt! (I am only yours, every day every night) I am yours totally from today and I shall love you as no other woman has loved a man more," she whispered in deep love.

Sonam watched her father-in-law who had a smile of content on his face. He stroked the bahu's hair, parting it to see the sindoor that spread across and, in a token gesture, ran his fingers over the line. To Sonam, who couldn't see his hands, it was a gesture of possessing her with application of vermillion, even though he didn't apply any yet. By now, his enormously long and hard manhood had shrunk and become softer, although it was still much larger and harder than what Sonam had ever experienced. It still remained embedded in her cunt.

"Bahu, I'll have to withdraw my lund for a while. You'll not feel sad?" he asked apologetically.

"No Babuji, because I know that it has taken possession of my 'chut' and I can always have it whenever I want," Sonam said a bit shyly.

But the instant he had taken his lund out Sonam could feel the vacuum that had been created. The parting hurt her in mind just as much as the entry had hurt her physically. However, she could sense that the enormous load of thick juices that had filled her yoni was trying to gush out. She was horrified that it would spill and spoil Babuji's bedsheet and create utmost embarrassment to both.

"Babujiiiiiiii," she tried to stretch her hand on the only available piece of clothing that did not belong to this room -- her lacy panties. It was underneath the pillow beside her, but with Babuji's heavy body on her, she was unable to move.

Her father-in-law realised her predicament and quickly stretched his hand to grab the panties from underneath the pillow. Instantly, he placed it on the leaking 'pussy' of his bahu. In moments, the tiny fabric was fully wet with the sticky goo. He cleaned the area thoroughly as he kept looking at his Bahu, who shyly looked away.

Once that was done, he was about to clean himself, as he brought it nearer to his withdrawn shaft. Sonam quickly held his hand, preventing him from doing what he wanted to do. She took the panties in her own hand and threw the piece underneath the bed. "Only I will clean it," Sonam whispered before she seriously remarked," From now on, it will be my duty to clean it after we have made love!".

As Babuji remained on his hands and knees, Sonam quickly slid her body along the bed till her face was underneath the patriarch's cock. She held the lund, still covered in sticky juices, with her hands, and then cleaned the surface with her tongue. Even when it was thoroughly cleaned of every trace of the stick cum, she went on licking, causing a growing hardness once again.

"No bahu! Tonight, we will not indulge in it again. I love you too much to hurt you again on the first night. I know what a monster this is and how hard and brutal force it has. As you get used to my savage 'lund' I will plunder your 'chut' and all that you have in that beautiful body of yours. Yes Bahu, again and again, every night. But not tonight, my dearest!" Babuji said caringly and kissed her on her lips. He hugged her close.

The words once again made Sonam love the man. He was truly a great lover, no doubt about it and he could fully satiate a woman with both emotional and physical love, such that would make any woman bask in sheer joy and wish for perpetual binding.

"Yes Babuji, as you wish! Then, at least, let us sleep in one another's arms. Surely you will not deny that to me?" Sonam pleaded.

Babuji laughed and nodded his approval.

As they settled comfortably on the bed, Sonam looked horrified at the white bedsheet. There were unmistakable signs of her Babuji's sticky cum that had dribbled out of her pussy at some point.

"Babuji!" she drew the man's attention. He simply laughed it off.

"So? Does that prove anything about our intimacy? Sleep peacefully Bahu without worrying so much," Balwant assured. Sonam made a mental note to clean it the next morning.

Soon they were in each other's arms, their lips inseparable even in sleep, their breath blowing into each other's face. It was as if they were made for each other, to be for each other. Sonam felt she was never as near, physically or mentally, to her husband. Balwant, on the other hand, looked back at his life and wondered if he had found real love again in his young daughter-in-law, who could fill his emotional void and physical needs fully.

The couple's physical nearness and activities had begun with Balwant suckling his bahu's breasts sometime around three at night. But it was now past five. Clinging together, they fell asleep. Their relationship had changed entirely. From Bahu and Father-in-Law, they had become lovers.

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It was past 7.00 when the bright sunlight woke up Sonam. She was horrified and embarrassed at having woken up so late. As a bahu, she always got up much earlier, and by this time she was in the prayer room after her bath. By 8.00 everyone would be at the dining table, having their 'nasta' (breakfast), with the patriarch at the farthest end of the table and his bahu always beside him. This was his wish and command.

"Babuji. Get up, get up ...oh my god, I am so late!" She pushed the patriarch a few times and picking up her tattered nightie that lay on the bed, she hurriedly got down from the bed. But that was the farthest that she could get.

Balwant just stretched his strong pair of hands and gripped the pretty bahu by her waist. He pulled her on to the bed and on to his lap. Both were completely naked.

The 'hardness' of the patriarch immediately on awakening was not lost on Sonam. She felt the eager 'lund' probing the crack of her rump and strong hands that were soon mauling her milk laden breasts. A squirt or two trickled on to Balwants hands.

"Choriye Babuji (Leave me, Babuji)," she cried out. She felt excited but stifled her want because of her daily chores that needed her attention and were no less demanding.

"Why? A bahu's rightful place is on her sasur's (father-in-law) lap," Balwant laughed as he fondled her.

He swung Sonam on the bed so that she now lay face down with Balwant on top. He was still gripping her breasts.

"Babuji, please! I am late. I'll not be able to face the household if you hold me back further," Sonam wailed. Her cries fell on the deaf ears of an aroused mind.

Balwant was sliding his body down over Sonam's back. He kissed her neck and then on her shoulders, gradually moving down across her soft creamy body. He released her breasts when she reached her rump, parted the soft, fleshy curves of her butt and stared at the crack and the hole that it nestled.

"So lovely," he uttered, not hiding the intensity of his rising lust. Unable to resist, he had brought his face down on to the spot.

Balwant sniffed the area as he dug in his nose.

"Ahhh!" He exclaimed, as he took in whiffs at the spot, one after the other.

Sonam wriggled on bed, trying to free herself. She was deeply embarrassed at the patriarch's inappropriate outbursts on such an intimate part of her body. Balwant didn't hide his intoxication, sniffing and moaning as his eyes remained closed.

In one moment of Balwant's slackness Sonam slid out of his grip, almost pushing her feet on the man's shoulders with all her strength for leverage to break free. Before Balwant could realize the intentions of his prey, Sonam was out from his clutches.

With her tattered nightie still in her hands, she quickly ran away to the adjacent bedroom which was hers. In her hurry, Sonam forgot to take the wet panties that she had thrown underneath the bed, an inadvertence she would rue later.

In less than an hour she had her bath and got ready for the day. She was wearing a pretty, red saree with a golden border, a matching golden silk blouse and a red petticoat. Underneath, she was wearing the most exotic pink lingerie, full of laces and even had a thin frill border. The bra sat nicely on her breasts, extending the beauty and shape of her already beautiful curves of her bust.

Sonam looked at the mirror and wondered if she had worn it for her Babuji. Would he look at it admiringly? Would he fondle her breasts? She smiled at herself. How the man had taken over her mind! Her thoughts always revolved around him alone.

She parted her hair and applied a thin line of vermilion like Hindu housewives do. But she was unsure who it was for. Was it only for Rajesh to whom she was married? Or, for someone nearer? After her torrid love making with Babuji the previous night, was it for this elderly father-in-law?

She rushed quickly to the prayer room. She just hoped that Babuji would have got up and completed his bath. If he too was late! Oh god, what would everyone think?

Normally, he was in the sitting room by 6.45 having his morning cup of tea, doing rounds at the cow shed, inspecting his cows, talking with the servants and telling them their outside duties for the day. Then sharp at 8.00, he would come and sit at the dining table. Today, even he was late and that must have been a surprise to everyone.

Sonam completed her prayers in fifteen minutes, but didn't forget to pray for her husband which she usually did. But this day, she had some special thoughts and prayers for her Babuji too, wishing him well, wishing his long life and yes, praying for their love.

Oh god! How much she was in love with him now.

Soon, she hurried to the kitchen, first to see that the cook had prepared the 'nasta' or if they required her help. Satisfied, she dashed across to the dining room where everyone seemed to stare at her for being late. She should have been the first at the dining table, as others came in one by one. Today, she was the last. It was 8.10. She was embarrassed and apologized, first to Babuji, for that was the custom in the rich yet rural family, and then to the others who were all elder to her.

The patriarch was, fittingly, sitting at the head of the table. The first seat from that end was vacant, obviously left for the loving bahu of the household, Sonam. She came and sat down demurely, her head covered with the pallu of her saree.

Such was Sonam's embarrassment at being late that she fumbled with the spoon in her hand. Unfortunately, the spoon slipped out of her hand and fell on to the floor. Sonam blushed in more embarrassment. The young bahu of the house was making a mess of everything.

She mumbled a soft apology, as she bent down to pick up the spoon.

"Meri galti hui. Mujhe maf kijiye Babuji (I am at fault, forgive me)," her voice was most apologetic.

In the process of picking up the spoon, as she bent down her pallu (saree end covering her breasts) slipped of her shoulder. An involuntary glance at her breasts and cleavage revealed her curves. Just underneath the blouse, she glanced at the outlines of her lace bra. She knew Babuji would be happy if he saw her in her latest lingerie pair.

She was about to get up and out from underneath the table when her eyes fell on the parted thighs of Babuji sitting on his chair. The 'dhoti' that he was wearing couldn't hide the bulge that lay in between. The two orbs and the thick cock that rested on them were conspicuous under the thin fabric that comprised the dhoti.

Sonam's thoughts, for an instant, went back to the previous night and the rampaging organ that was resting barely a couple of feet away from her face.

It was then that the horror of her forgetfulness hit her! Oh my God! What had she done! Her soiled panties was lying on the floor of Babuji's bedroom. Imagine! Bahu's panties under the master's bed! That too, the panties that would have the unmistakable signs of the man's sticky cum! Sonam turned red in the face. She couldn't get the patriarch's attention from underneath the table and neither could she remain in that position for long. She gave a mild tug on his dhoti before she got up.

Babuji must have realized something was amiss but he said nothing. He just glanced at Sonam who was trying to say everything with her eyes that expressed an imminent danger. Just then Matasari entered the room, carrying the awoken c***d in her arms.

Anjali, Anurudh's wife, asked, "Where were you Matasari? You are supposed to be here during breakfast. You know that."

"I was cleaning malik's (master of the house) bedroom," she said seriously. What was left unsaid was that it was not her fault if the man was late in vacating his room. Obviously, she was hinting that the master had got up unusually late himself and she could attend to it after the master had vacated.

"I did your room too, Bahurani," Matasari continued to say, but she smiled mischievously at her. Sonam was certain that the maid had found her panties and blushed. The patriarch might have witnessed it.

Soon everyone was getting up from the dining table having finished their meal. As Sonam got up Balwant told her, "Bahu, I want to have another cup of tea ... prepared by you."

Turning to Matasari his booming voice said," Won't the c***d have his bath now? Get him ready. Bahu will go to her room shortly after she gives me a cup of tea." Matasari turned and quickly left the room. So did the others.

Everyone feared the patriarch. Babuji and Bahu were left alone now.

"You wanted to say something Bahu?" the master of the house asked. He was worried that something might have happened to his grandson that had made his bahu restless.

Breathlessly and in whispers, Sonam said, "Babuji, I made a big mistake. I forgot to bring away my panties from your room this morning. I left it underneath the bed where I threw it after you cleaned me. You heard what Matasari said just now? She must have seen my undergarment in your room. Oh! What will she think? Babuji I am scared!"

Sonam's face didn't hide what she felt. She was now tense, scared and nervous. She looked at her Babuji. Was he angry on her? Or would he take control and do whatever he thought would be best to protect the dignity of his bahu and himself?

"Toh tum apni kachhi mere bedroom pe chor ke chali ayii? (So you left your panties in my bedroom?)" Balwant asked his bahu. There was no anger in his voice, no concern at all. Just understanding and sympathy for his bahu.

Although he wanted to, he could not reach out and take her in his arms at that moment. He wanted to hold her hand and reassure her that there was no reason for worry. Yet, there were concerns - maids are easily the quickest carriers of gossip. It would be a source of immense speculation, and certainly spicy for the household and neighbourhood, if the news about the bahu's missing panties got leaked.

"Do not worry bahu. It will be fine." Balwant assured her.

"But Babuji.. " Her face filled with alarm and eyes moist as she stifled her cry.

He wanted to reach out and hold her hand. Yet he restrained himself.

"I will take care of it bahu." His voice sounded cool but there was sternness and resolve.

She quickly wiped a tear with the help of the pallu of her saree.

"Go to your room bahu. I will speak to Matasari. And you do not worry. All will be fine." His voice exuded the confidence that he always had in his ability to take care of things.

"Yes, Babuji," Sonam said and slowly proceeded towards her bedroom. There was relief in her face after Babuji's reassurance. She gathered her pallu over her sleeveless blouse, covering her ample and proud breasts underneath the soft fabric.

Balwant, one for never putting anything till later, got up and walked down to the courtyard where the maid, Matasari was playing with Varun in her arms.

"Matasari.." he beckoned, carrying the authority of the head of the family, "Go and leave Varun with bahu. Then you come here, I have something to till you."

"Ji babuji," she bowed her head and hurriedly picked up Varun and went off in a hurry.

Balwant too got up after Sonam had walked away. Everyone else had moved away to other parts of the house after breakfast. The morning sun was now lighting up the courtyard. The patriarch walked along the corridor glancing at the closed door of Sonam's bedroom. He felt an urge to walk in but resisted. He'll have all the opportunity at night to hold and fondle his lovely bahu.

Balwant opened his bedroom door and walked across to his favorite lounging chair. He waited for Matasari and thinking about this small predicament that had fallen on him and Sonam.

Balwant heard the shuffle of Matasari's feet as she approached his room. She and her husband were longtime employees of the household. She was around thirty-three years of age and, like rural womenfolk involved in strenuous physical activities since c***dhood, had a very shapely figure. She had a somewhat dark complexion, having been exposed to harsh sunlight, but she had a longish face that was rather pretty in a way. And she did have a lovely smile and was very lively.

Matasari's husband, due to exigencies at home, had sought Balwant's permission and left for his distant village a year back. Matasari would visit her husband every six months or so. Her last visit was about four months back.

"Babuji, aapne bulaya? (Master, you have called me)?" she asked from the door.

"Yes, yes ... Matasari.. come inside." His voice was soft, not betraying the anxiety in his mind.

"Yes Babuji." She walked in. As was customary she left the door open. She came and stood in front of Balwant with hands folded. Her saree wrapped around her torso and the pallu across her shoulder and head.

"How's your husband?"

Her face was polite and grateful, "He's ok I think. I haven't talked with him for quite some time. But his brother was here a week back. I learnt from him that everything is fine back home."

Balwant nodded. "I just hope you are happy. You have been staying alone for a long time without your husband."

"Why not, Babuji? You all take so much care and are so watchful of my needs. Why shouldn't I be happy?"

"Even then. After all, you stay alone." Balwant crossed his muscular legs, covering part of the dhoti beyond the thighs.

"I have become used to this life. What can I do?" She sighed one, not hiding her disappointment at having to live without her husband and the needs of a separated couple. But she quickly recovered.

"Then why don't you call him back? What work does he have in the village and living without his wife?" Balwant was trying to sound considerate and sympathetic before he went on to discuss the embarrassing topic on Sonam's panties.

"No Babuji. I am okay." She felt a bit uneasy and pulled her pallu further across her body as she watched Balwant uncross his legs.

Balwant kept silent for a while as the maid fiddled with the end of her saree pallu. Abruptly, he fired the bombshell without warning as he watched her reaction.

"Have you cleaned my room this morning?"

"Yes Babuji," her face darkened as the import of his question hit her.

"When?" He asked calmly without betraying any emotion.

"Just a while ago." Her face was visibly distraught, and her breathing was rapid.

"Did you find anything?" Straight, to the point. Balwant wanted to get this over with quickly.

"Wh ...what Babuji?" She stammered, stalling for time. She had no idea that the patriarch would ask this question about an intimate apparel of a woman, and his bahu.

"Go on. Speak." His words were now definitely firmer, and serious.

"Yes, Babuji" Her face looking down at the floor. She was not sure how to answer his question.

Balwant was unrelenting. "Batao... Kya mila tha (Tell me, what did you get)?" he had lowered his voice, but the message was distinct.

"Babujiiiiii ..." Matasari was astounded when Balwant questioned her in that manner.

"Tell me. Don't be afraid, Matasari."

The maid hesitated before she blurted, "Kachi (Panties) ...from underneath your bed," she trembled to say this to the master.

"Whose is it, eh?" More embarrassing question for the maid.

Matasari covered her face. The questions were getting more and more difficult for a woman to answer. Who would, in real life, ever talk about such matters with a man and that too with the master of the house. And now to have to talk to Babuji about them! She was distraught.

"Whose is it?" He repeated himself, unmoved and with an expressionless face.

"Bahuji ki ...I think it is hers," she quickly went through with her answer.

"How can you say?"

"I wash her innerwears ... Babuji, so I know," the maid answered.

"Do you know what that means, Matasari?" His voice soft and eyes penetrating hers

No words came out. She nodded.

"And, and ... did you see the stains on my bedsheet?" He asked.

Matasari again nodded her head.

"Go and close the door," Balwant said.

She froze at first, reservations and shyness getting hold of her. But then, she slowly moved towards the door, shutting it and came over to Balwant.

"Come here ..." he pointed to the carpeted area in front of his seat.

Matasari slowly walked up to him and stood in front. He reached out, took her hand, and pulled her down to sit on the floor.

"Have you talked with anyone about this?" He asked. His hand still holding hers but neither she nor the patriarch made any attempt to free their hands.

"Nahin (No), Babuji."

"Matasari.. dhyan se suno ...yeh hamisha tumhere under hee rahna chaheye ( Listen carefully, Matasari .. this should always remain within you)." Balwant's voice was commanding.

"Yes Babuji." Her cold hands were starting to warm up within the big palms of the master.

"I have always treated you and your husband very close to me and my family. I hope you realize that, Matasari?"

"Yes, Babuji.., " she said, nodding her head firmly.

"You will not even tell your husband. Understand?"

She nodded before respectfully affirming, "No, I will never tell him. Believe me, malik (master)."

"Matasari .. I have always relied on your loyalty. Don't ever betray that trust." He pressed her hands.

The maid was embarrassed and blushed.

"I will take care of you. In turn, you will take care of me and Bahurani. We will be mutually helpful to one another, trust me." Was it only her trust that Balwant was seeking? Was there any hidden intent?

She was voiceless. Her eyes were brimming as she nodded.

He reached out and took her face in his big hands.

"Batao kya karun tumhere liye. Paise ki baat mut karna .. wo mai dekh lunga. (Tell me, what I can do for you? Don't just talk about money for I'll meet that requirement." The patriarch's voice was husky.

She stared at him, trying to fathom the inner meaning of what Balwant Singh was saying.

"Go on. Tell me ... Matasari. Don't fear." He urged. His fingers still touching her cheeks. A shiver ran through Matasari.

"Not now, Babuji.. Some time later ... when the time comes," her tremulous voice betraying fear and emotions too. She decided to keep her wish on hold. Only time will help her to extract the best at that point of time.

"Bahut Acha. Kabhi bhi.. Samaj gai na (Very good. Whenever you wish, eh? You understand?" He repeated his offer.

"Jee.. Babuji. (Yes master!)" She was shivering with an odd sensation.

"Where have you kept that 'kachi' (panties)?" Balwant asked abruptly.

"Babuji ... In my room."

"Go and bring it now," he advised her, pulling her up on her feet.

Matasari returned quickly with an unwashed saree in her hand which Sonam had kept aside for washing. The soiled panties was hidden inside the folds of the saree. She bolted the door again.

He nodded to her, "Show me."

She opened the folds of the saree in front of the patriarch. Visible before the eyes of Balwant lay the pinkish white panties of his bahu. Clearly visible were abundant streaks of dry 'cum' - evidence of intense sexual intercourse and discharge. It also spoke of the rich virility of the man ...for the discharge was by no means meager.

"Jante ho .. yeh kya hai..(you know what this is)?" He asked her blatantly as his fingers slowly brushed over the dry coating on the surface of the flimsy fabric.

"Yes ... Babuji." She whispered.

"Huh?"

"Yours ... there's so much!" She couldn't look at Balwants's face and, having said so, immediately bit her fingers in shame.

He nodded. "Yes, there's lot of it." He remained passive but gloated in pride at his virility.

The maid kept quiet, breathing deeply.

"You keep those here," he pointed to the sofa and then continued, "and go by that door and call bahurani. And remember to clean my bed-sheet today itself." He had pointed at the connecting door between his room and Sonam's.

"Babuji.." she was hesitant.

"Yes, yes ...go," and then continued "Just remember, you just take care of your bahurani, she must never be put into any difficulty."

"Yes, Babuji.. I know."

She went to the connecting door and knocked mildly. The door opened with Sonam standing beside it and cradling Varun in her arms. Matasari took the baby from Sonam's arms and pointed towards Balwant.

"Bahu.. Babuji bula rahen hain (babuji is calling you)," Matasari told Sonam.

Sonam waited at the door for a few moments. Matasari's face was submissive and yet they were protective. She was the benign servant of Sonam but at the same time, she had to take care of her.

"Come.." Matasari whispered and almost led Sonam to the patriarch.

"Bahu.." He called her lovingly.

"Babuji.." Sonam said shyly, standing with her head bowed.

"Everything is okay...," he assured, "I have spoken with Matasari. She has understood everything. Her work from now on would be to look after you and take care of you. Understood Bahu?"

Sonam eyes met with Balwant's and his gentle smile put her at ease. She knew it would be alright.

"You can talk with Matasari on any matter. Any matter. She will maintain secrecy." Balwant said to Sonam. He looked at Matasari too, who nodded.

"Aur wo apne sath le jana (and take those with you)." He pointed to the folded used saree.

"Yes Babuji," Sonam said, as she walked across to pick up the saree and what lay hidden inside. Matasari quickly dashed across.

"Bahurani, please give it me," she said in an act of servitude as Sonam picked up the saree and her hidden undergarment. She smiled at Sonam as their hands touched.

"Should I clean the undergarment and keep it in your wardrobe?" she whispered, but the patriarch could hear it.

Honestly, Sonam didn't want to wash this piece. To her this was a memorable and valuable keepsake of her first conjugal union, of some heavenly moments of sheer joy, with her amazingly virile father-in-law. How wildly and lovingly he had flooded her vagina with his thick cum, and it was this sticky goo that had been rubbed into this fabric! She would never want to wash those first traces of his fertile cum. It was something Sonam wanted to preserve, and savor the moments when she would be alone.

"No, No, don't bother Matasari ... you just keep it on my bed," she said softly. To her it seemed that everyone in the room would catch on to the purpose of her not wanting it to be washed. This time too, her sasur heard what she said. He smiled, but none of the women in the room saw it.

"Chhor do Matasari. Sayed Bahu ko woh kachi dhulai karna pasand nahin (Leave it Matasari. May be Bahurani doesn't want that particular undergarment to be washed)."

This time the patriarch laughed aloud. Sonam was red in the face and dashed out of the room, taking the sari and her used undergarment with her. Matasari turned and looked at the patriarch, her face too in a mischievous grin as she understood what the master of the house was hinting at.

"Master, Bahurani is so ashamed and coyish," Matasari laughingly said, "Let me go to her."

"Listen Matasari. I want that you two become very good friends ...if not in front of everyone, at least in privacy," the head of the family said. Matasari nodded her head to indicate she would obey and dashed off after Sonam.

In the meantime, after rushing off to her room, Sonam came and sat down on her bed, her face flushed. She didn't even put the unwashed undergarments inside her almirah, such was her shame in having been caught by both the master and the maid. Why did she have to say it so nakedly, Sonam thought to herself. Just then, Matasari entered her room smiling.

"What's the matter Bahurani? Why are you feeling so shy? Haven't you heard what the master has said? I have understood everything he has said. And from today my duty is to look after you. Even then you are feeling shy?" Matasari told Sonam.

Matasari had come nearer and, taking liberty of the patriarch's advice, she held up Sonam's chin with her fingers. Somehow, the distance between a maid and her 'malkin' (mistress) seemed to have been pushed away and neither of them hesitated or felt bad. Although she was a respectable 'bahu' she was still a young girl whereas Matasari was more than ten years elder to her.

Sonam felt a growing warmth towards the maid and the fact that she now knew about her relationship with her sasur made her warm up to her more. You always require a chaperon in such relationships.

"Has Babuji told you everything, Matasari?" Sonam asked hesitatingly. It would be far more embarrassing if the maid had come to know, in details, exactly what happened the night before.

Matasari bluffed a bit so that Sonam would open out more. She wanted to know everything from the young bahu, and with tactful and leading questions, she was certain that the immature girl would ultimately confide in her.

"Haan, yehi ki raat bhar aap dono bistar mein (Yes, that the entire night you two ... on the bed) ..." she started giggling.

Sonam blushed instantly and covered her eyes with both hands, "Oh god! Shame! Shame on me! ... Oh why! Why did he have to tell everything?"

Matasari, who was standing near, held Sonam's hands with hers and pulled them away from her face.

"No, don't feel ashamed Bahurani. Tell me everything. Maybe I can help you more, who knows?" Matasari ran a hand along the young girl's back. She had, by now, come and sat beside Sonam and had her arm around her comfortingly.

"No, I can't tell you. Matasari why are you embarrassing me more?" Sonam blurted.

"Okay, don't tell. But, come one, at least when I put questions then tell me. Or else, how will I help?" Matasari pursued.

Sonam nodded her head. She had no other way to wriggle out of this situation.

"Achha ye batao Bahurani, kya malik tum se behat pyar hai ya nahin? Tumhe us me kuch shak hai ya nahin (Very well, just tell me - Babuji loves you very much, doesn't he? You don't doubt that, do you)?" Matasari asked.

"Babuji loves me too much. I don't have any doubts on that," Sonam said from the core of her heart.

"And you Bahurani? Your love, your desire for him?" Matasari was drawing the girl into a web of surrendering questions.

"I too love him a lot. I can't live without him now!" The girl was speaking out the truth from the depths of her heart. Her entire thoughts, her entire mind and her entire body ached for this man who was her father-in-law.

"Achha ye batao bahurani ...aab to malik, jo hai apka babuji, apna mard bana. Sach mein ek baat kahogi? (Then tell me something. The master, who is your father-in-law, has now become your 'man' and lover. Will you answer one thing truthfully)?" The maid asked.

"Haan ..koshish karungi (yes, I will try)" Sonam whispered.

"Koshish nahin. Batana paregi (Not just trying ... you have to tell)," Matasari was adamant.

Sonam helplessly nodded her head.

Matasari giggled. They were like 'sahelis' (friends) now and one had to be open and not secretive.

"Phir batao Bahurani ... unka 'woh' kaise laga? Jis se ek mard ka pehchan hota hai, (Then tell me one thing ... Ummm ... how did you like his 'thing' ...the one by which you recognize a real man)?" The maid made no distinction between her and the bahurani, no distinction in their standing and relationship. She was not being just the maid, but a very close and bosom friend of Sonam.

"Jao ..tum bhi Matasari, kaisi batein karti ho (Oh Matasari! What questions you ask)?" Sonam smiled shyly.

"Bahurani. I will tell about an incident. I was dusting the rooms one day while Babuji was standing in the verandah talking with someone. That day, he was not wearing anything underneath his dhoti, possibly having taken off his langot (underwear) before he was scheduled to go for his bath. I could see the underlines of his body underneath the thin material of the dhoti. What to tell Bahurani! He is a real 'mard'. It was so big, so big, something I never knew was possible in a man. I cannot imagine what size it would have been when he would be making love!" Matasari was giggling like a young girl. Even Sonam couldn't help but started giggling too.

"Yes, you cannot imagine how big it is when it awakens, Matasari," Sonam replied, casting aside her shyness.

"Toh aaj raat dikhao ... darwaja khul ke rakhna ... Babuji ko maat batana ..thik hai (Then show it to me tonight... Keep the door between the rooms open ... Don't tell Babuji)?" Matasari immediately seized the opportunity to make a request.

"Oh! Matasari ... what sort of things you tell!" a mock scolding from Sonam.

"Bahurani ..." Matasari was almost begging for an invitation to the visual delights of rare erotic copulation between an elderly 'mard' and a sexy, young bahu. Possibly, she could also be wanting to have a view of the naked organ that she could only imagine after that dhoti covered view earlier. Begging, cajoling, pulling the young bahu's arm Matasari tried everything but Sonam remained unmoved. She was too shy and felt too ashamed to even think of it.

Till, at last, Matasari threw the last dice.

"Bahurani ..ek baat batayun? (Can I tell you something)?" she asked.

Sonam nodded her head in approval.

"Babuji ke liye aap ka itna pyar hai dil mein. Aap ne kuch der pehle ye bhi kaha ki aap unka bina raha nahi sakogi. (You have so much love for Babuji. Sometime back, you said you cannot live without him. Didn't you?" Matasari asked tactfully.

"Haan (Yes)," Sonam replied, without realizing that she was being led into a trap.

Saach batao ..kya aap unko pati ke roop mein chaheto ho nahin (Tell truthfully, don't you want to see him as your husband)?" Matasari was asking.

"Haan," Sonam nodded her head without fully knowing where this was leading.

"Agar sambhav hota, kya aap unse shadi bhi nahi karta (if it was possible, wouldn't you have married him)?" the maid asked.

"Haan Matasari ...lekin who kabhi bhi sambhav nahin (yes, but that's not possible ever)," Sonam replied.

"Then listen. There's another way a marriage can take place. It's known as 'gandharva' marriage. It's not the traditional, ceremonial marriage. You needn't tell anyone. There's just one condition in such marriages. It is a marriage that comes not out prayers and vows but in copulation or mating. And, that mating must be witnessed by someone - a trusted witness who could be either a male or female." Matasari was convincing the young, immature Sonam in her own sweet way.

Sonam's mouth was agape and her eyes almost touched her eyebrows. Was that sort of marriage possible? She wanted to be this man's wife, wanted to bear his c***dren and this method was almost a way out. Would she ask Babuji? Would he think that as a bad idea and reject it outright? Or should she secretly allow Matasari to witness and be satisfied in her own mind that she was married to her 'mard`?

"What are you thinking, Bahurani?" Matasari asked, awakening Sonam from her stupor.

"Are you speaking the truth?" Sonam asked again to remove whatever doubts that roamed in her mind. She was eager now ... she had already accepted it in her heart and mind. If this was true she would see that it was done ... whether Babuji agreed or not.

"Absolute truth, Bahurani," Matasari said excitedly.

"Good. Then tonight itself there will be this marriage in the way you say is possible. Ohhh Matasari you are so helpful," Sonam hugged Matasari and then hid her face in her bosom.

Matasari went on stroking her hair.

It was decided between them that they would together approach the patriarch and plead with him. Knowing Babuji, Sonam was certain that he would agree, because he was already treating her like his wife. But they would approach him after dinner, just before they retired for sleep.

Matasari cunningly took the tiny vermillion box from Sonam's bedroom and went and kept it on the bedside table in the patriarch's room. This itself should have an effect on Babuji's mind and he would be mentally prepared in a way to accept what the two ladies told him.

The day passed off quietly. Babuji and his Bahu crossed path just twice during the day. He was occupied with the labourers in his agricultural lands and people from the market. Sonam was busy in her household chores and attending to her baby.

Sonam dressed ravishingly at night. It was a flaming orange sari with black and gold border. She wore a sheer lowcut sleeveless gold blouse. Underneath she wore the sheer lace peach bra and crotchless panties. Her hair was made into a bun and, thanks to Matasari, she had a white flower garland tied around it. She had a sober make up, but she had given her lips a deep crimson shade to make them more alluring. When she came to the dining table for dinner, she was looking stunning and everyone, not excluding her uncle-in-law Anuruddh, gaped at her open-mouthed. It was not known to Sonam that even Anuruddh lusted for her at that moment.

Anjali felt a bit jealous of this rare beauty, and the way her husband Anuruddh gaped at her, didn't escape her eyes.

"You seem to have dressed to go out even after dinner Sonam," Anjali said sounding critical of her attire.

But the patriarch came to her rescue immediately. He burst out laughing at first before turning towards his sister-in-law.

"Anjali, don't forget her age. She is hardly 23 and if she doesn't dress at this age when will she? When she reaches your age?" the patriarch said. The voice was neither joking nor harsh - it was midway between both, but it was enough to make Anjali realize that she should stop saying anything about Sonam's dress and makeup.

After this little exchange of words dinner was over very quietly without too much conversation. But the food was good and one of the dishes, palang paneer, prepared by Sonam was richly praised by the brothers.

When everyone had left, the patriarch got up from his chair beckoning Matasari who stood at a distance. Sonam had left for her room carrying the baby in her arms.

"Have you had a talk with Bahurani?" he asked very softly.

"Haan malik. Woh bhi aap se kuch baat bolne ke liye taras rahi hai (yes, and she also is very eager to talk with you on something important)," said Matasari, whispering the words 'taras rahi hai' in a manner that made the patriarch instantly aroused.

"That's okay. You two go and wait for me in my room," the patriarch said, wondering what his bahu wanted to say.

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