Anjali, the helping hand – Part 2
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Submit Report This story is part of the Anjali – the helping hand series Hi readers, I am Ratan, a 35-year-old from Pune who works in an MNC. I am back with my new real-life story. This is a continuation of the first part. So, starting from where I left off, Sheetal (my sister-in-law) went back, and my routine continued. After a month or so, it was Anjali’s younger kid’s birthday, which my wife told me about as she used to speak with Anjali every alternate day to get updates. My wife told me to get a dress for her kids from the nearby town. The next day, I went to town and bought some dresses for her kids, a few toys, and a Punjabi dress for her, as well as a cake, and returned home in the afternoon. In the evening, when she served me tea, I gave her kids dresses and toys as birthday gifts and told her we would celebrate her kids’ birthday in the evening. She was very delighted and extremely happy to see the dresses and the celebration for her kids’ birthday. Then I handed her another bag, which had a dress for her, and told her it was for her, for today’s birthday party, but not to mention it to my wife. She was extremely happy, and tears started flowing from her eyes. I asked her what happened, and she told me that no one had done this much for her. She thanked me again, and I told her to just enjoy and make preparations for the evening party. In the evening, we invited a few kids from the neighbors and celebrated the birthday with cake cutting and then dinner. By around 9:00 PM, everyone left, and Anjali started cleaning everything. By 9:30 PM, she put her kids to sleep. Meanwhile, I was watching TV in the hall. Around 10:30 PM, Anjali came out of her room and stood in front of me. “Sir, thank you very much,” Anjali said. “It means a lot. It was the happiest day for my kids and me as well.” “It’s okay, Anjali,” I replied. “No need to thank me.” “Sir, I want to speak with you about something,” Anjali said. “Tell me, and why are you standing? Have a seat,” I said. Anjali sat down on a single sofa, looking downwards. “Sir, I don’t know how to say this. I’m not sure if you’ll understand or not.” “Don’t think much, just speak up,” I said. “Sir, I don’t know how to thank you for all the things you’re doing for me and my kids. No one has taken care of us this way. We’re indebted to you. I want to give you happiness. I’ve started liking you,” Anjali said. “Anjali, relax. It’s fine. I’m happy with your work and the way you’re taking care of this house,” I replied. “Sir, I want to spend time with you tonight as a token of thanks and love,” Anjali said. “What are you saying, Anjali? No need to do such things. I’m not doing this to get anything from you or take benefits from you,” I said. “No, sir, I didn’t mean to say that. I just want to overcome my loneliness. I’ve been a widow for the last two years, and since then, I’ve been struggling to make ends meet to feed my kids and myself. During this time, I was feeling very lonely, and there was no one with whom I could share my feelings. No one supported us,” Anjali said. “But Anjali…” I started to say. “Sir, please let me speak from my heart. You know how difficult it is for a single mother to raise her kids alone. But four months ago, you and your wife came into our life and supported us. You took care of us in all aspects. But my loneliness… You didn’t exploit us or have any bad intentions towards me. Since the last few months, I’ve started developing feelings for you. But I never showed you because I thought it would impact my job. But today, I couldn’t control myself and came to speak with you. Please help me overcome my loneliness,” Anjali said. “Anjali, it’s okay to have feelings. My wife and I supported you because we felt that you’re genuine, and within a few days, you became like a family member. I don’t know how I can help you in overcoming your loneliness,” I said. “Sir, I know you understood what I want to say, but it seems like you want to hear it from me. Sir, women have physical needs as well. Since the last two years, I’ve been missing out on those. I want to submit myself to you tonight, sir. Please take me, sir,” Anjali said, crying. “Hey Anjali, stop crying. Come here, sit beside me. See, I know what you’re saying. But you know I’m married. What if your mom gets to know about this?” I asked. “Sir, please help me. My mom will not get to know if it stays between us,” Anjali replied. “What if any untoward happens, like pregnancy?” I asked. “Sir, I’ve already had surgery after the birth of my younger daughter, so I won’t get pregnant again,” Anjali said. “Are you sure you want to proceed?” I asked. “Yes, sir,” Anjali replied, moving forward and kissing me. “Let’s go inside, then,” I said. We got up, and I held her hand, moving to the bedroom. After entering, we closed the door and latched it. Then I pulled her towards me, and we hugged. She raised her head and started kissing me on my forehead, cheeks, and nose, and finally on my lips. She was not a pro at kissing, but I told her I would guide her. I told her to suck my lips, and I would suck hers. Then, I would put my tongue inside her mouth, and she should suck my tongue and vice versa. Slowly, she started improving, and we kept kissing for around 15 minutes. During this time, my one hand was on her waist, and with the other, I was pressing her ass. She started moaning, and I slid her pallu from her shoulder, exposing her cleavage. What a view it was. Her heart beats were increasing. Next, I placed my one hand on her boobs over her blouse. She was not wearing a bra. Then I removed her saree, and she removed my t-shirt. Meanwhile, we kept kissing each other. And then, I removed her blouse and started pressing her boobs.