At around 10am Anjali arrived with her toddler wearing a light yellow saree. She was looking very beautiful and very sexy too. After greetings and pleasantries, she went to her room to get fresh. Then we settled in the living room with her on the sofa and me on the seat to her left.
She asked “so how have you been papa”? I replied “you know life is tough living alone but I am managing. Now that you are here I am sure things will be more lively”. She warmly smiled hearing this. Then we spoke about relatives and other general happenings for some time.
Then I asked “so how is Hansh”? Anjali replied “you already know that he has been drinking a lot every day and I am fed up with him. I don’t know how to fix this”. I said “don’t worry dear, papa is here to help you”.
Her expression changed at this, bubbling with happiness she said “yes papa, I know. You are my superhero”. I said “you are also so beautiful and intelligent dear”. Anjali blushed and replied “I am your daughter after all, so won’t I be intelligent and beautiful…”.
I said “can I ask you something dear”? She quickly said “yes papa”. I asked “is everything really okay between you and Hansh”? All the happiness vanished from her face, very sadly she said “yes papa everything is fine except for his drinking problem”.
I said “dear I am asking about your personal life with him”. She said “well Hansh barely spend any time with me. He is always outside and has been coming home very late”. I said “if there is something that you want to tell me then say it. Treat me as a friend instead of your papa”.
Anjali hesitated a lot, then she said “well let’s just say everything else is fine. Now can we talk about something else papa”? I continued “dear I am referring to your bedroom life because that is the first thing that takes a beating when the husband gets hooked to alcohol”.
Her face turned red with embarrassment, she slowly whispered “papa how do you expect me to discuss such things with you. If mom was around then it would have been easier”.
I replied “Anjali you very well know where mom is and she is never coming back. You also know how much I love you and will always have your back. So if looking at me as your best friend makes it easier then tell me everything”.
She again hesitated a lot then sighed saying “my bedroom life is nonexistent papa…”. Her eyes were already moist when she said this, so before she said anything more. I sat next to her and hugged her warmly.
While I genuinely hugged her to pacify her, the devil in me freaked out at the feel of her soft plump boobs pressing against my chest during the hug. After the hug she seemed more composed and we sat normally again.
I again pressed on her bedroom life but she quickly changed the topic. By now my grandson started crying, he was in her bedroom. It was time to feed him so she excused herself and went inside. I gave her a few minutes then went to her bedroom.
She was breastfeeding him while covering herself with a thick veil. We generally talked about other things. Then she said “papa, give me some time, I want to take a bath now”. I said okay and left from there.