[M22, F39] The Secret Revenge - Part 1
'Akele aaya h, beta? Mummy ko saath le aata.'
'Nahi, auntyji, woh bas kuch saaman bheja tha unhone.'
I absolutely hated being there. Knowing that she is a cheating whore, yet I have to respectfully call her 'auntyji'. A lot of rumors floated around even before, but we never believed them. And now, I lost every ounce of respect I had for her, the day I heard that she was having an affair with a family friend of ours in their neighborhood. Mr. Sharma, ruined his family life and uprooted the peace and stability of his household when his wife caught her with Chahna i.e. my 'dear' auntyji. The wife left Mr. Sharma and the ripples of their tragedy shook our household as well.
I was still forced to pretend I don't know anything and be nice to her since her late husband was our family's old business partner. But I absolutely hated her guts. I had nightmares [or rather dreams] of destroying her, sexually. If this is confusing for you, let me describe her. 'Auntyji' urf Chahna is a middle-aged curvy milf. I don't mean chubby when I said curvy, she's literally phat at the right places kinda situation. She lost her husband to cancer a decade ago and her children migrated abroad, leaving her alone, so she set out to ruin multiple lives by honeytrapping men around her. I don't blame her for that. Life gets lonely, and when you have a banging body like that, at a ripe appealing milf age, you do what you can to keep yourself drenched and satisfied. But ruining families? Lives of other women and kids? As if there aren't enough single men in this country? Absolutely unacceptable.
'Kya lega tu, Vihaan? Chai ban rahi h. Pakode tal du? Baarish hone hi wali h shaayad abhi.'
I gave a fake smile and nodded my head as I waited in her living room. She went back in and brought the chai.
'Tel garam ho raha h. Aur batao, how is your papa?'
I got kinda pissed when she asked me that. Wasn't ruining 12-15 men's lives enough? Why is she inquiring about my dadd?
I responded: 'theek hi h' very dryly as I went back to sipping my chai and eyeing her out.
She started going back to the kitchen, while responding: 'itne acche dikhte h woh iss umar mein bhi. bhabhiji ko pucchna padega aisa kya khilaati h unhe?'. She chuckled. That was it for me. I have had a temper issue all my life, and at that point, all I could think of was her being a serial homewrecker and her complimenting my dadd's appearance. I was fuming so bad, started counting down from 100 to 0, as my therapist had suggested.
Suddenly, I heard music from the kitchen. She was singing: 'chadhti jawaani teri chaal mastaani...'. Something shifted inside me. I could feel my jaw clenching and nerves popping out of the side of my sweaty forehead. I stood up, poured the remaining chai in a nearby houseplant pot, and headed into the kitchen with the empty cup.
_____
This is my first time writing a story here. This part was just to provide context and set the scene. Let me know if you would like to get to the spicy second part of the story, by upvoting or commenting suggestions or ideas/guesses about what happens next. :)