Shanti: Hey, I came directly from work. It’s dirty. Take off your hands.
Me: That’s ok. You are hurt, and let me see how bad is it.
Shanti: Hmmmm.
Me: I massaged the toes gently and asked if she felt comfortable.
Shanti: It’s very nice. But don’t do it. Get up.
Me: Why?
Shanti: What if someone sees me like this?
Me: Let’s tell them what happened. I’m just trying to help you.
Shanti: You don’t understand. In villages, nobody believes your stories. They will start creating their own stories about you and me
I smiled and said I was least bothered.
Shanti: Yeah, you will not be in the village, na. I’m only going to be there.
I realized my mistake and said sorry.
Shanti: It’s ok. But you are so sweet.
Me: Why?
Shanti: Even when I was struggling with delivery pain, my husband never cared about me and went to drink.
Me: Oh, that isn’t good. Will he be home now? Is it fine if I drop you near your house?
By this time, we were just 5 km away from her house.
Shanti: Don’t worry about him. He is fit for nothing.
I got a slight hint when she said he was fit for nothing and wanted to try my luck. I saw she could move a bit comfortably now and rested one of her hands on my shoulder. She came near my ears and said something. By that time, her boobs were touching my back.
Let me tell you about Shanti. She must be in her early 30’s, almost 5.4 feet, she was wearing saree and looked even more sexy when compared to fair woman she was a desi girl dusky one but was looking awesome. Her boobs must be not more than 34. Her hands were rough because of the hard work which she does. She sat close to me, and we kept talking about our personal lives till we reached her village.
Once inside, she adjusted herself and maintained some distance. She took off her hand as well from my shoulder. I got to know that she is interested in me but fears others.
She gave directions to her house, and I was driving. We reached, and she got down. I tried to turn the vehicle to move ahead. But she stopped me and insisted I had to come inside.
Me: I have to go home as it’s already 9.
Roads were not good, and it took half an hour to reach her village.
Shanti: No, after doing so much help, how can you go without even coming inside?
Me: It was me who hit you on the road. Or else you would be home comfortable. (smiled)
Shanti: That’s ok. It was my mistake and not yours.
I got down from the bike and went inside. It was a very small house with a small hall, kitchen and one bedroom. The bathroom was behind the house. Her husband was lying on the only sofa and didn’t even care to get up from bed.
Husband: Hey Shanti, who have you got home to fuck? Are you not happy with my cock (Yaaradi okka kootitu vanthiruka. En sunni pathalaya unakku?)
Shanti: Don’t utter a word about him. I met with an accident and was unable to walk. So he came to help me.
Husband: Then you should have asked him to leave after dropping you. Why is he inside the house? (Avana apdiye veliya poga solla vendiyathu thana. Ethuku ulla kootitu vantha?)
Shanti: I will do whatever I like. You shut your mouth and sleep (Enna pannanumnu enakku theriyum. Mooditu nee thoongu.)
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