Affairs to Remember Pt. 04

Mamta started chatting with me, and I, too, spent a few minutes chatting with them. It was all rather cordial when, out of the blue, Lalita made a rude remark: "अच्छा हैं तुम्हारे यहाँ नया दरवाजा लग रहा हैं। तुम्हारी शादी होने के बाद पड़ोसी के घर आने जाने में आसनी होगी।" "It's good that a new door is being constructed at your place. After your marriage, it would be easy to go and come from your neighbors place."

"क्या मतलब हैं?" I said, upset by what she was implying. "What do you mean?"

Lalita understood I wasn't Sanjay and couldn't be bullied or taken for granted, so just let it pass with a nervous giggle. Mamta diffused the situation, saying, "कुछ नहीं यार। लोग आ रहे हैं; तुम जाओ ऊपर। हम बाद में बात करते हैं।" "Nothing Mayuri; folks are coming. Why don't you go upstairs; we can chat later."

It worried me, as if those two girls from the building could read the equation, it wouldn't be any surprise that others from the building could understand it all but remained silent. It all made sense, as the lecherous behavior of anyone won't go unnoticed, and if folks are tight-lipped, then there should have been other insidious reasons at play.

Sanjay's mother had alluded to the fact that Mamta could have been a potential partner for Sanjay and that she was the wiser of the two sisters and could be consulted on that topic. It was clear between the two that Mamta was far more mature and seemed trustworthy. I had met her a few times and was already quite comfortable with her. It didn't surprise me when she came looking for me, and we both headed to the terrace to chat more about it.

"ललिता की बात का बुरा मत मान. वो तो ऐसी ही बातें करती हैं," she started. "Don't feel bad about what Lalita said. She often talks about nonsensical stuff."

I gave her a nervous smile and said nothing, but she stayed calm and composed. It was getting darker, and the darkness enveloping us made me comfortable engaging in that topic.

"किशोर भाई चाल में इतने मशहूर हैं?" I asked. "Is Kishore bhai that popular in this chawl?"

"अरे नहीं। वोह ललिता ऐसी ही हैं। जो मुँह में आया बोल देती हैं," she laughed. "No. Not that. Lalita always talks rubbish."

Instead of acting aloof, I thought it would be better to speak to her openly, which meant trusting her and not beating around the bush.

I replied, "खैर, यह अच्छा है कि वह अपने मन की बात कहती है। वह ईमानदार और सीधी-सादी लगती है।" "Never mind, it's good that she speaks her mind. She seems genuine and straightforward."

Her laughter subsided as she looked at me with a glint of appreciation in her eyes. The darkness seemed to amplify our conversation, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and trust. Encouraged by this, I asked, genuinely intrigued, "किशोर भाई के बारे में और बताओ? क्या किशोर भाई इतने मशहूर हैं?" "Tell me more about Kishore bhai. Is he really that famous?"

She paused for a moment, as if contemplating her words. "वह अपने अनूठे व्यक्तित्व के लिए हमारे पड़ोस में काफी फेमस है," she began, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Yes he is so for his unusual character."

She smiled and began sharing anecdotes and stories about Kishore Bhai, captivating me with her words. As the darkness grew, we found ourselves engrossed in our conversation, building an unexpected connection. It was refreshing to be around someone who was so unabashedly themselves. She spoke passionately about Kishore Bhai, detailing his quirky mannerisms and undeniable charm. The more she talked, the more I could see why he was so well-known in their neighborhood. Her stories painted a vivid picture of a man who embraced his uniqueness and lived life to the fullest.

After the pleasantries, I felt it was time to change the gears, so I asked, "ये सब ठीक हैं अब अंदर की बात बताओ।" "All this is good, now tell me the inside details."

She smiled and hugged me and said, "अंदर की बात कुछ खास नहीं हैं। मतलब सब जानते हैं के जवान और ख़ूबसूरत लड़कियों से उसे लगाव हैं। और किसे नहीं होता?" "Nothing special. Everyone knows he is a sucker for young and pretty women, but then most men are."

She was holding me from the side as we stood on the edge of the terrace, enjoying the view from their terrace. There were several other buildings, but none were taller than ours, so it felt relatively safe and quiet. Besides, it was already quite dark. She pulled me even closer and whispered in my ear, "मगर उनको ये समझ नहीं आता के सुंदर लड़कियां उसकी इतनी दीवानी क्यों हो जाती हैं।" "But they don't get why beautiful women are crazy about him."

I chuckled softly, my breath tickling her ear. "शायद यह उसका आकर्षण है," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Perhaps they are attracted to him?"

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "या शायद," she teased, "इसलिए क्योंकि वह जानता है की उन्हें स्पेशल महसूस कैसे कराना है" I couldn't help but smile at her words, knowing that she was right. "Or perhaps he knows how to make them feel special?"

"या शायद," she continued to tease. "Or Maybe"

"शायद?" I asked, my voice still barely above a whisper. "Maybe?"

She laughed, her eyes still sparkling with mischief. "नहीं कुछ नहीं," she replied, her teasing tone turning into a sly smile. "Oh, nothing."

"तुम्हारी जितनी सुंदर नारी वैसे मर्द में दिलचस्पी क्यों लेगी भला?" "Why would a beautiful woman like you be interested in a man like him?"

Her words hung in the air, leaving me speechless as I tried to find a response. Her words hit me like a wave, leaving me stunned and unsure of how to respond. I searched for the right words, wanting to explain that it was indeed his ugly looks and the sheer confidence he exuded that drew me to him. But in that moment, my mind went blank, and I could only stare at her, my silence speaking volumes.

After a few pensive moments, I mumbled, "मतलब मुझे समझ आ रहा हैं तुम क्या बोल रही हो पर इसका जवाब तो मुझे भी नहीं पता।" "Perhaps I understand what you are asking, but I don't have an answer for that."

Her eyes narrowed as she tried to decipher my response, clearly not satisfied with my vague answer. I could sense the heaviness of her expectations and the anticipation lingering in the air between us. But how could I express the unexplainable connection I had towards him, despite his unconventional appearance? And then suddenly, her eyes widened, and giving me her wide smile and patting on my back, she said, "जियो मेरी रानी!" "Bravo Mayuri!"

"पहली बार मिली तभी मुझे यकीन हो गया था कि किशोर भाई फिर से जवान हो जाएगा और तुम्हें जमकर दिन रात चोदेगा। आधा दर्जन बच्चे तो यकीनन होने हैं," she added. "When I first met you, I knew that Kishore bhai would once again become young and would fuck you day and night. It's at least ensured that he would father half-dozen of your children."

Her sudden change in demeanor and explicit language caught me off guard. It was as if she had tapped into a completely different side of herself, one that I had never seen before. Her words were shocking and offensive, completely contradicting the gentle and caring person I had known her to be.

All I could do at that moment was shush her and softly whisper, giving her a disapproving look, "ममता तुम भी ना कुछ भी बोलती हो. बोलने के पहले सोचा तो होता।" "Mamta, you are incorrigible. At least think before saying such things."

"अच्छा बच्चू. तुमने सोचा था क्या उस दिन गणेश आरती में अचानक उसके सात गायब होने से पहले?" "Oh, really? Did you think before vanishing with him during that Ganesh aarti?"

I could sense the heaviness of her words as they lingered in the atmosphere. It was true; Mamta invariably spoke her mind with no filter. But her comment about the incident during the Ganesh aarti hit me like a dagger. I had expected no one to know about that clandestine rendezvous, especially not her since she was inside Sanjay's room engrossed in the aarti. That she had figured out what was going on between me and Kishore bhai only added to my astonishment. Despite my shock, I chose not to argue or defend myself. Instead, I plastered a smile on my face and shifted my gaze, silently acknowledging her observation.

"हाय मैं तो जल गई थी अंदर से। वो, हरामी तुम्हारे साथ रोमांस कर रहा था। मतलब उसे तुम सचमुच ज्यादा ही पसंद हो," she continued with her banter. "I was dying of jealousy. That bastard was actually romancing you. He is surely besotted by you!"

"हम पर तो योई कुत्ते की तरह चढ़ गया था। ठीक ही हैं, वैसे हम भी किसी कुतिया से कम नहीं।" "He summarily mounted us as if we were bitches in heat. Hmm... that is quite true, anyway."

"क्या अनाप शनाप बकती रहती हो?" I interjected. "What rubbish..."

"अरे सच ही तो कह रहे हैं ना जानेमन. हम पे तो आये दिन कुत्ते चढ़ते रहते हैं। तुम्हें तो अभी तक किसी और ने सूंघा भी नहीं होगा। क्यों सच हैं ना?" "Isn't it true, my love? Men like him routinely mount us. You are still quite inexperienced. Isn't it?"

Mamta was speaking in a shocking way, openly referring to her intimate experiences with men in explicit detail. I was taken aback and found myself at a loss for words. This conversation had taken a strange twist, and I wondered if I should take part in the discussion on such a personal matter and use graphic language as she did. My nervousness and silence spoke volumes. My flushed face, too, would have told her my condition, but it was extremely dark to see anything then.

"तुम्हारी पसंद परफैक्ट हैं," she added, laughing. "Your choice is perfect."

"सच में?" I asked probing. "Really?"

"हान मतलब. संजय दिखता अच्छा हैं, पढाई में तेज़ हैं और आगे जा कर तो बड़ा आदमी बनने वाला हैं," she said and then whispered, "और उसका समान भी अच्छा हैं।" "Of course. Sanjay is good-looking and would achieve magnificent feats in his life. And he has nice equipment too."

We weren't talking about him; I felt cheated, but as usual, she was only teasing me, and instead of sticking with my high-brow attitude, I loosened up and simply rolled on. I looked at her with surprise, and my suspicion seemed to be spot on, and even Sanjay's mother hinted about it.

"मेरा यकीन करो. मैने बहुत से लड़के और मर्दो के समान को हात में लिया हैं। कइयो के तो मुंह में भी लिया हैं. संजय का सच में काफी अच्छा हैं और हमारे साइज़ के लड़की के लिए काफी लंभा भी हैं। और ऊपर से उसे चूसना बहुत पसंद हैं।" "Believe me. I am quite experienced and have handled a lot of penises and sucked on a few. Sanjay's is quite sizable. Women of our size appreciate that length and girth. On top of it, he likes to lick a lot!"

I looked at her stunned, and she said, "अरे ऐसे मत देखो. पहल मैने की थी. उसके लिए इंतजार करती तो शायद मेरे दो बच्चे हो जाते।" "Don't give me that look. I made the first move. If I had waited for him, then I would have already delivered two kids."

"मतलब संजय और तुम्हारा चक्कर चल रहा था?" I asked. "So, Sanjay and you were having an affair?"

"चकर तो नहीं कह सकते. हां अगर मैं कुछ 3-4 साल और छोटी होती तो उससे शादी भी हो सकती थी।" "It's not really an affair. Had I been 3--4 years younger, perhaps I would have surely married him."

"शादी? किशोर भाई के बारे में पता होते हुए भी?" I asked. "Marriage? Despite knowing the truth about Kishore bhai?"

"हां तो क्या बुरा हैं? दोनों मिलकर मुझे जमकर चोदते; वैसे भी मुझे नौकरी नहीं करनी हैं। और संजय की माँ भी काफी समझदार हैं; वो इन मामलों में बिल्कुल दख़लंदाज नहीं करेगी," she elaborated. "What's wrong with that? Both of them would have fucked me incessantly. I want to be a housewife, and Sanjay's mother is mature enough to understand such things. She wouldn't have interfered in my personal life."

I was taken aback by her blunt response. Her perspective on marriage differed vastly from mine. While she saw it as an opportunity to get away from the stresses of work and live a life of pleasure, I saw it as an opportunity to start a new family and find a new partner who would stick with me through thick and thin. But despite our differing opinions, I couldn't help but admire her boldness and unapologetic attitude towards her desires. It was a stark reminder of the diverse ways in which people viewed relationships and the choices they made for themselves.

"लेकिन मुझे लगता हैं तुम परफैक्ट हो संजय के लिए," she said. "But I feel you are perfect for Sanjay."

"और किशोर भाई के लिए भी," she whispered. "Even for Kishore bhai."

I was taken aback by her words, unsure of how to respond. She saw something in me I was struggling to accept and come to terms with. The thought of being perfect for not just one, but two people was both flattering and overwhelming. As I pondered, I couldn't help but wonder about the implications of it on my career and aspirations. Would I be able to still live the dream--to one day run my father's business--that I had ever since I was a child? Would Sanjay be able to understand the complex dynamics of the relationship? Could he live as a cuckold of Kishore bhai?

I slapped her butt, and she placed her hand on my butt and fondled.

"तुम्हारी गांड बड़ी सेक्सी हैं," she whispered and moved closer, and I instinctively leaned forward and offered her my lips. "Your butt is sexy."

My heart raced as we embraced our desire for each other and the potential consequences. Mamta's lips were soft, her breath stale but quite clean, but it was the intensity of her kiss that left me wanting for more. As our lips met, I felt a surge of electricity course through my body. The touch of Mamta's hands on my waist sent shivers down my spine, intensifying my passion.

It was a very brief but intense kiss. Despite its brevity, that kiss ignited a fire within me I had never experienced before. Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive, craving more of Mamta's intoxicating touch. The taste of her lips lingered on mine, leaving an indelible mark on my psyche.

"तुम्हें लड़कियों में भी दिलचस्पी हैं क्या?" she asked. "You like women too?"

"नहीं..." I immediately justified it. "वो तुम इतने सुंदर हो तो बस ख्याल आया।" "Not, really. But you are quite beautiful, so it just happened."

I could feel my cheeks flush as I tried to brush off Mamta's question. I had never really thought about my attraction to women before. It was a new and confusing territory for me, and I wasn't sure how to navigate it. All I knew was that Mamta had awakened something deep within me, something I couldn't ignore.

"मुझे भी. तुम्हारी शादी के बाद संजय के साथ थ्रीसम कर सकते हैं," she added. "Me too. Perhaps we can have a threesome after your marriage with Sanjay."

"चल हट," I said, pushing her away. "Shut up."

Despite my infrequent interest in women, there was something different about her. The kiss we shared felt surprisingly natural, and her hot breath and unique scent, reminiscent of ghee, only intensified my desire for her. Many would have fantasized about sleeping with Mamta because of her undeniable allure, but she was drawn to Sanjay and had a short-lived affair with him. It definitely made me more confident and helped me not doubt my choice.

"तुम थोड़ी पजेसिव टाइप की लगती हो," she quickly added in her usual manner. "You seem to be the possessive type."

"ठीक है. संजय भी थोड़ा पत्नीव्रता टाइप हैं. हां लेकिन तेरे और किशोर भाई के अफेयर से उसे कोई आपत्ति नहीं होगी।" "That's fine. Even Sanjay is the dotting kind. But he shouldn't have any objections to your affair with Kishore bhai."

"कुछ भी कहती हो?" "What nonsense?"

"क्यों तुम्हें पता नहीं कि संजय सूंघने और चाटनेवाले बिरादरी का हैं। और किशोर भाई चढ़नेवाली," she added in her usual partly joking and serious manner. "Don't you know? Men like Sanjay love to sniff and lick, while men like Kishore bhai are more into mounting women."

"देख ललिता और मैं अभी कुछ 10 साल से अलग अलग मर्द और लड़को के साथ ये सब ट्राय़ कर रहे हैं। और हमारे पीछे तो आधी बिल्डिंग पढ़ी थी एक जमाने में। तो हम मर्द के चरित्र को तुरंत भाप लेते हैं।" "Listen, Lalita, and I have some 10 years of experience and have dealt with different men in all those years. Once upon a time, we were the darlings of all boys and men in this building. That's why we can quickly understand the character of man."

"मैं तुम्हें समजाति हूं," she said with some seriousness in her voice. "Let me explain."

I turned towards her, and she instinctively touched my breast. I pushed her hand away.

"तेरे ममे सच में काफी बड़े हैं. ललिता जितने और वो भी इस उमर में," she added. "Your breasts are sizable. Similar to Lalita's, and that too at such a young age."

I smiled and asked, "तुम कुछ कह रही थी?" "You were saying something?"

I couldn't help but feel curious. What had she seen and experienced that had given her such insight into the character of men?

"तो चार टाइप के मर्द होते हैं," she started. "There are four types of men in this world."

"एक तो वो जो असली मर्द होते हैं जो महिलाओं को सिड्यूस करते हैं और वो उन पर चडके अपने नैसर्गिक कर्तव्य का निर्वाह करते हैं," she said looking into my eyes. "The first type of men are the real men who seduce women, mount them, and fulfill their natural duty."

A faint smile on my face was not lost on her, and she said, "मुझे पता हैं यह थोड़ा अजीब हैं धीरे धीरे तुम्हें यकीन हो जाएगा। सिर्फ मेरी बातों पर गौर करो।" "I know this all sounds rather corny but bear with me. You will understand and even believe it. Just pay attention to what I'm saying."

It was strange. No one had given me such a sermon on the character of men from that perspective. A part of me found it all absurd, but another part acknowledged that we had already crossed boundaries that made it difficult to object to such unconventional ideas. I nodded.

"दूसरे वो जो ये जानता हैं के वो असली मर्द नहीं और अपेक्षा करते हैं के दूसरे मर्द उनकी औरत पे चढ़े," she continued. "The second type of men know they are not real men and expect other men to mount their women."

"और तीसरा वो जो जानते है के वो असली मर्द नहीं है लेकिन वो नहीं चाहते के दुनिया को वो पता चले लेकिन कोई असली मर्द उनकी महिलाओं को खुशी दे तो वो ज़्यादा ऐतराज नहीं करते। फिर आखिरी टाइप के मर्द वो होते जो जानते हैं के वो मर्द नहीं हैं फिर भी ना जाने क्यों ये बार बार जताने की कोशिश करते हैं के वो असली मर्द हैं," she said. "The third type of men know they are not real men but don't want the world to know that, but when a real man gives pleasure to their women, they don't mind. The last type of men know they are not real men but try to prove that they indeed are real men."

Perhaps, it marked my initial in-depth introduction to the definition of a cuckold. It became clear why Mamta was explaining it, and my mind started processing it as soon as I heard how she defined each type of man. Kishore bhai served as the de facto alpha male, or type one, as she defined it, who had no trouble courting women and mounting them. Sanjay had to be one of type 2 or type 3, as he never showed that he had to prove his masculinity and never asserted his dominance.

Mamta had now warmed me up, and both of us were feeling frisky. I was facing out while she stood sideways and had bridged the entire distance between us. She reached up to my breast and fondled me again. I held her hand in place while she moved her other hand to my butt. The sexual tension between Mamta and me was undeniable as we explored each other's bodies.

She leaned forward and nuzzled my neck. She was incredibly worked up; her warm breath was getting me fully excited, and her demeanor had certainly fucked my mind. She pushed her hand inside my top and grabbed my breast again, and this time she gave it a nice squeeze. I seethed, and she pulled my face forward and latched onto my lips. This time, I didn't hesitate and pushed my tongue eagerly into her mouth. The experience was overwhelming, feeling the touch of a woman's tongue for the first time, and I realized I was also attracted to women, especially the beautiful ones like Mamta. The kiss was deep, but not very long. She pulled back and continued to fondle my butt. As she continued to explore my body, I couldn't help but question my own desires and the boundaries I had always believed to be true. I realized this encounter had certainly opened a door to a world of possibilities and self-discovery that I had never expected.