Rakesh’s mom, Sharanya - Part 1
Hi, this is Sumit. Thank you for your appreciation of my previous experiences. Recently, my friend Rakesh read some of my stories, and he appreciated the way I presented them. In fact, he asked if I could write down the incidents in his life. Since I have known Rakesh for the past seven years, I am familiar with most of the details of his life. Rakesh has a unique perspective on sexual relationships. He grew up in a sexually liberated family where there were no restrictions on sex. I immediately agreed to write down his story. But I didn’t have enough time to do so. However, last week, Rakesh’s mom, Sharanya Shetty, pleaded with me to write it down. She wants her story to be known to the world. She’s hoping that it will help many others discover themselves and feel proud of their own lives and lifestyles. So, let’s start at the beginning to give you an idea of how it all unfolded. In the 90s, young Saranya fell in love with a senior while she was studying engineering. It was during a tour in her first year that she fell for him and had sex for the first time. Her love affair with Vinay continued for the next three years. However, they rarely had time for sex. There were no mobile phones back then. So, it was difficult to maintain constant communication. Additionally, they didn’t have the convenience of booking hotels like Oyo to find a place for intimacy. So, they only managed to have private time for sex once a semester. During their last semester, an unwanted incident occurred. Sharanya and Vinay were caught in a compromising position while having sex by her cousin, who was five years older. This happened when her cousin was driving her mother home from a family event. Her mother and cousin walked in just as she had given Vinay a blowjob, with his cum all over her face. She didn’t even have a cloth to wipe it off, let alone cover herself. Her mother was in complete shock. The fact that her cousin witnessed it made the situation even worse. This led to them disowning her from the family. At that time, she had no plans to marry anyone other than Vinay. Now, she had no other options either. By then, Vinay had started his own construction business in Bangalore, and it had been running for a year. He took sub-contracts from large builders and was partners with Sharanya in both life and business. Within the next six months, their business doubled in growth, and everything seemed to be going well, including Sharanya’s pregnancy. Though Sharanya had no contact with her parents, she had no difficulty leading a luxurious life. She gave birth to Rakesh through a cesarean section. She had two home nurses to assist her with the care of the baby and her post-pregnancy recovery. During Rakesh’s second birthday, she found out the business had been facing losses for the past year. All three of their construction projects had legal issues. Their money had been lost along with them. As their business was already in debt, they couldn’t borrow more money to start new projects. They were in a life-or-death situation. That’s when Vinay told her that there was only one way to save themselves. That was to sleep with Vinay’s friend. He was a potential investor in their construction company. Kalanath was already 50 years old. Sharanya had interacted with him before, but only in a professional capacity. Now, Vinay was asking her to sleep with Kalanath for professional reasons. It was a tremendous shock for Sharanya. Let me explain in her own words: It came as a shock to me. At first, my forehead started sweating. Within the next 10 seconds, I felt my energy being drained from head to toe. My legs started trembling, and I had to sit down. “It is the only option, my dear,” Vinay told me. I don’t know if it was due to the situation or if what I saw was real. But I can still remember that his face had no expression, and his words lacked emotion. It felt as though a dead man was speaking. Since I was already estranged from my family, I didn’t have anyone to turn to and cry. I was speechless that night. Even the next morning’s breakfast was silent between Vinay and me. Thoughts of divorce crossed my mind. I knew a friend who was going through a divorce, and according to the law, I was entitled to 50% of Vinay’s assets. But now, we had no assets, only debts. So, even divorce wouldn’t change the situation. The day passed as I immersed myself in various thoughts. Around 4 p.m., Vinay brought Kalanath to the house. Without giving me a moment to think, Vinay told me that Kalanath was our guest for the day and then left in a rush. I stood still for a minute, trying to regain my senses, and then excused myself to the bathroom to wash my expressionless face. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt deeply ashamed because I knew what I would have to do. I felt like a prostitute. When I returned to the living room, Kalanath had already poured some drinks and sat waiting. I told him I wouldn’t drink. “Yes, I know, Sharanya. That’s why I brought a fantastic whiskey and orange juice for you to mix,” he said, pouring the drinks. As I knew I had no way out, I didn’t want to create unnecessary scenes. So, I picked up the glass and slowly started sipping, sitting beside him on the same sofa. “I know your business is in a critical stage,” he said. “Yes, unfortunately,” I forced myself into the conversation. “I also know it’s very risky to invest in the company right now,” he added. I looked at him, thinking, “What do you mean by saying this now?” Noticing my visible confusion, he continued, “But don’t think that I am taking advantage of you. I had actually fantasized about you the first time we met.” “Is that so? At our office?” I asked, taking another sip of the drink. It didn’t feel as odd as I thought it would. “Yes, at the office. You were wearing formals, a grey suit with a short skirt, and a shiny red shirt inside the coat.” “Oh my God, I can’t believe it.