Indian Harem Ch. 15 Navratri Edition

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Lunchtime

Tara had been staying over at Disha's for the past week. They had their exams, and both were studying non-stop. I was thankful for that, though. Otherwise, both would have been trying to seduce me back into bed with them. Karan was still in Goa, so I was their only source for sex. However, I had made a promise to myself to not cheat on Jhanvi and Pooja Didi again. Nora was obviously an exception to this, as it was Pooja Didi's idea to seduce her.

Meanwhile, Dad had joined us for lunch today, coming out of his room for a meal after months. The doctor had finally permitted him to get off his bland, healthy diet. He had still not fully recovered, and going by what the doctors said, he never might get back to 100%. He needed to be kept away from work permanently, or else the stress might trigger another attack.

However, as he sat at the table, relishing the taste of Jhanvi's home cooked 'Palak Paneer', you couldn't spot a happier man. He was talking to everyone and maybe making up for the gloomy atmosphere that seemed to be a mainstay at our household these past two months.

Ravi and Kishore were discussing something at the corner of the table, and I overheard some mention of 'Stock Price', but before I could make out more, Dad's loud voice distracted me, "What do you mean you are not going out for Navratri this year, Pooja Beta?"

"But Babuji, your condition, it hardly seems appropriate for us to celebrate at such tough times." Pooja Didi said hesitantly. She was sitting next to Dad as usual.

Dad waved Pooja Didi's excuses away with his hands, "Nonsense Beta, I am perfectly fine! I know you and Jhanvi Bahu dress up and go out every year during Navratri, and I am not having my Bahus (daughters-in-law) miss out this year. If anything, the house has been rather dull for weeks and we need some cheer." He looked over at Kishore and Ravi. "Kishore, Ravi, I want you to take your wives out tonight to the Garba Festival and enjoy yourselves!"

The Garba Festival was our town's annual celebration at Navratri. It's THE event of the year. It goes on for nine days and girls dress up in their hottest Lehenga Cholis and dance all night every day. The recent craze was all backless, super-hot Lehengas, which showed off lots of cleavage and skin. Girls get mehndi done on their hands, a type of floral body art and, more recently, temporary tattoos, which were popular in fashion.

I had taken the girls out each year, during the years before I went off to college; before they were married. I still remembered the envious gazes of other men as I went out with the two most beautiful girls in the city during the Garba Festival. I wasn't sure how it would feel to see Ravi and Kishore take them out tonight and my palms tightened into fists at the thought. Jhanvi seemed to have the same thought and looked at me with a pained look on her face, mouthing, 'Do something!' to me.

I knew what she was thinking; she didn't want to go out with Kishore. I didn't know what to say to prevent this though. I looked at Kishore, who looked throughly irritated by the idea, "Oh no, Dad. We can't. Ravi and I are working on the big meeting with the Thapars next week. We'll be up all night working on the pitch."

Ravi looked at Dad and added, "Yeah, sir. Kishore and I are swamped with work. And anyway, I don't even think it's that great to send the respectable Bahus of the Kapoor Family to an event like this. There's a lot of eve-teasing that happens at the event."

Dad was having none of it. "Pooja and Jhanvi respect their Sanskar (culture). I trust them to represent this family name with respect. You can take them out today and work on the pitch tomorrow!"

I could see him frown and it seemed that Kishore would have acceded to Babuji's demand if not for Pooja Didi!

"Babujil, if our dear husbands are too busy to accompany us...," Pooja Didi said with an innocent smile, "...why doesn't Suraj go with us! He loves attending the Garba Festival, and we'll be safe with him around."

Ravi scowled at Pooja Didi's words, clearly not liking her suggestion, but Kishore nodded, agreeing, "Well, he is pretty useless in all other respects around the house. Might as well let him be useful for once." He smirked and looked at me. "You can take the women out for Garba while we guys do some meaningful work around here!"

Jhanvi had caught on to this too and acted all innocent, "That's a good idea Kishore. After all, Suraj is our devar (brother-in-law), who else can be a better choice to keep his bhabhi safe."

Kishore had meant for it to be a punishment for me, but little did he know how much I would enjoy taking out my two sexy bhabhis to the Garba Fest tonight. Dad seemed OK with the idea and asked me to take the limo and the driver. Jhanvi was positively ecstatic with joy but hid it well as she politely thanked my father, "Thank you, Babuji!"

She looked over at her sister, who had suggested this genius solution to her problem and winked. "Didi, we need to go shopping for Lehengas. It's going to be so much fun."

Pooja Didi smiled back at her and glanced at me, giving me a knowing smile across the table, "Yeah, it will be fun. I'm sure Suraj will show us an amazing time tonight!"

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That afternoon, Pooja Didi and Jhanvi went shopping with the driver in tow. Meanwhile I was in my room, listening in to Ravi and Kishore's conversations in the study. They had retreated there after lunch and thanks to my spycams, I could listen to their every word.

"You said that the merger would not be going through for at least a few more months... We do not have enough money, even with the slush fund you've been filling with siphoned off money from the company!" Kishore was angrily saying, pacing in the room in front of Ravi.

Merger! What was he talking about, Dad had always kept the family under our control and this was one of the reasons for our success, we could control and plan things better without outside pressure. The family owned the majority shares and we planned to keep it that way. Was Kishore really stupid enough to do something like that? And why would he do it anyway - he would just be diluting his own inheritance but Ravi's next few words made everything clear.

Ravi pulled the frantically pacing Kishore and pushed him down on a chair in front of him, "If I remember correctly, it was you who admitted to me that you love your step-mother Nora... and wanted me to help you find a way to marry her..."

"Yes... I did, we both love each other, but but..." Kishore stammered to Ravi.

"If you father found out that his son was fucking his new wife... he would throw you out of the company. The only way for you to retain take over from your father completely AND marry Nora is for your father to lose all control over his company..." Ravi leaned back and smirked at Kishore, "And that is only possible with Mr. Oberoi becoming the 51% owner... he's promised to make you Second in Command of the joint company, second only to him, if you can help pull this off..."

"But even with the money we have parked away, we are still 20 crore short to gain 51% of the company. Do you plan to make that money magically appear!" Kishore asked helplessly

"Well, I will need your help on that. I have arranged for some meetings with Sharukh Bhai and I will be meeting them to raise some money." Ravi looked up at him and said.

"Wh-what... he's not a businessman. He's a frikking gangster who runs drugs and brothels in the city! Are we going to borrow money from him!"

"Well, your idiot brother is to blame for that. I know he's involved in some recent developments, even though I can't prove it. I want you to keep a close eye on him and shadow him yourself for the next week to make sure he isn't up to anything!" Ravi slapped the table hard in anger.

"S-Suraj... he's just a loser. What did he do?" Kishore asked him in surprise.

"Nothing for certain but I can sense that he's up to something.", Ravi said, I think he was referring to Ileana's release while I was in Goa. It must have been too big of a coincidence for her to disappear the same day I got to Goa. Ravi was finally suspecting me.

"Fine... I'll keep an eye on him while you figure out the money... I'll do anything for Nora." Kishore finally admitted and both walked out of the room.

'So this has been his plan all along' I said to myself as I finally understood everything. Nora was seducing Kishore to make him betray the family. My idiot brother was heads over heels in love with her and had no clue that she was actually Ravi's pawn. Nora didn't love Kishore, she loved...

I paused and thought of Nora. Her beautiful face popped up in my head again. She had moaned out my name again and again last night while I fucked her. I really thought that she might have come to love me, but I was wrong. Nora loved Ravi in some twisted way and was going to stay with him. Ravi was manipulating my idiot brother with her fake love into selling out the family.

I needed to follow Ravi the next few days to find out all his contacts, but I would have a tough time with Kishore keeping an eye on me. I needed to figure things out fast.

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Around 7pm that night, I was standing at our door with Dad, who'd insisted on coming to see us off. I was wearing a traditional black Pathani Suit and adjusting my collar when Dad patted my back. "Make sure they have fun, Beta. It's been a long time since I've seen Jhanvi and Pooja so happy."

"Of course, Dad." I said as I spotted the driver bring out our Limo into the driveway.

"There IS a lot of eve-teasing at these events, Suraj." Dad said thoughtfully, "Keep an eye on Pooja and Jhanvi. They've always been like daughters to me, even before Jhanvi married Kishore."

"Of course, Dad."

"The venue is quite far, and it usually gets quite late at these events, and sometimes the roads aren't safe." Dad continued talking as the car drove up in front of us.

"I know, Dad." I just nodded at his endless instructions until I was saved by Pooja Didi and Jhanvi coming down the stairs into the living room. They both looked absolutely radiant tonight! They had probably gone to the salon today; their hair was blown dry with curls, and their makeup was stunning!

In addition to the makeup, they had gotten a stunning mehndi artwork done on their hands, with intricate designs covering their forearms and wrists. Smokey eyeshadow, red lipstick, and light natural makeup made them look like Princesses. I couldn't help but stare open-mouthed as they walked down the stairs.

I was hoping for them to wear some sexy backless Lehengas, but I knew that was out of the question with Dad standing next to me. However, they looked stunning nonetheless in their modest Lehengas. Pooja Didi wore a pink, embroidered Anarkali Suit, while Jhanvi chose a gorgeous green Lehenga Choli with a long dupatta that covered her assets modestly.

"Wow!" Dad gasped as he stared in awe at Pooja Didi and Jhanvi descending the stairs, "Look at my beautiful girls! All eyes will be on my Bahus tonight!"

"Yes, Dad, they look amazing." I nodded and smiled at my girls, who blushed prettily as Dad complimented them.

As we approached the car, Pooja Didi handed the driver a large bag, which was kept near the doorway. I looked at her quizzically as she asked him to keep it near the back seats, but she shushed me with a finger on my lips, "Suraj, you'll see soon enough!" She grinned mischievously and got into the car. I followed her and Jhanvi into the back.

"Be careful, all three of you. Have fun!" Dad shouted as the driver closed the door, and we drove to the Garba venue.

We had barely gone a mile from the house before Jhanvi knocked on the Limo's partition, asking the driver to stop the car. I was confused at their antics as they got off with me, and then Pooja Didi handed the driver a 2000 Rs note. She told him we'd drive to the venue ourselves, and he could take the evening off.

"And not a word to anyone about this!" Pooja Didi instructed him sternly before the driver nodded, pocketed the money and walked away.

"What was all that about?" I asked, confused, as Pooja Didi handed me the keys to the Limo. "Here. You are driving tonight!" she said as she gave me a wicked grin.

"Whaaat? Why?" I was confused. "Why do I need to drive? The venue is like an hour away!"

"Does he ever shut up, Didi? Always so many questions!" Jhanvi rolled her eyes at me in mock irritation.

"Just do this for us. Leave Jhanvi and me in the back and get us to the venue." Pooja Didi pleaded with me cutely, "We want some privacy back there."

"Privacy. for what?" I asked, confused at what they were up to.

"Just do as we say, alright. We'll make it worth your while later." Pooja Didi said with a smile as she opened the backdoor and got in with her sister.

"Promise!" Jhanvi smiled devilishly at me and kissed me on the cheek. "Now get in and start the car, driver!"

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It was a long drive to the venue, and all I could hear from the back were Pooja Didi and Jhanvi giggling like schoolgirls. The event was held yearly on the grounds of the ITC Maharaja Hotel on the city's outskirts. But such was the event's popularity that even with the hefty 10K entrance fee, thousands flocked to the venue every year. It was easily the biggest social event in the city.

I rolled up the limousine before the entrance as a valet ran up to me and asked for the ticket. I fished out 3 tickets from my wallet and handed the keys to the Valet. I approached the passenger side and opened the door for Pooja Didi and Jhanvi.

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise as they stepped out of the car. Pooja Didi came out first wearing a stunning yellow low-waist Lehenga skirt, showing off her sexy midriff while her gorgeous big tits pushed out in a yellow-gold cropped bikini blouse. Her deep cleavage was open and exposed, and her sexy navel was visible for all to see. Her sexy Mehndi tattooed hands carried a thin sheer dupatta which hung loosely off her shoulders. The two big traditional earrings were just about the only thing she still wore from her earlier modest dress.

My 'innocent 'Jhanvi, on the other hand, was looking no less than a goddess, wearing a sexy bronze-gold sequinned saree with a matching gold blouse with thin silk straps; it was practically a 4-inch piece of fabric that clung to her big 34G tits; the fabric stretched to its limits as her big tits threatened to spill out. Her thin Saree Pallu hung loose on her shoulder, exposing her busty cleavage. She finished the look with a pair of sexy gold hoop earrings that looked dazzling on her ears.

But what surprised me the most were their tattoos; apart from the Mehndi etched beautifully across both their hands, both sisters had the same sexy temporary tattoo on their boobs, peeking out from the edges of their tops. "SK",my initials, in a bold, beautiful font printed in black ink on their tits.

I stood staring dumbfounded at the two bombshells as they smiled at me, happy to see the shocked expression on my face. Pooja Didi laughed and cupped my chin in her hand, shutting my open mouth, "You can close your mouth now."

"Wh-what. what happened to the dresses from earlier.?" I managed to stammer.

Jhanvi laughed at my reaction, "Didi and I just wanted to show the rest of the world how slutty we can be for our Master. Everyone will be lusting after us, but only you can have us. Isn't that right, Didi?"

Pooja Didi giggled and stepped closer, giving me a teasing kiss on the cheek, and whispering into my ear, "I did promise to be your obedient slut, Chotu. I hope you like how I look."

I gulped and managed to nod my head at Pooja Didi, speechless at seeing how much these two girls loved me. I grabbed both their waists with a grin and guided them to the venue in my arms.

Heads turned as we walked into the venue together. Pooja Didi and Jhanvi reveled in the attention with catwalk-like strides as hundreds of eyes ogled at the sexy sluts in my arms. We'd just reached in time for the dance to get started. As I grabbed three pairs of Dandiya sticks, we joined the crowd of dancers and began dancing.

Navratri Garba is basically a group dance where a massive crowd of people dances in synchronization with each other to traditional Gujarati music. Thousands of people dance together, and it is very high energy fun.

Over the next few hours, Pooja Didi and Jhanvi dragged me through song after song, each more energetic than the last. I had to admit I was having the time of my life dancing with them; I enjoyed myself more than I had in years.

Eventually, after an exhausting high-tempo song, we decided to take a break, and I found the three of us an empty table. A group of local college students walked by and whistled at my dates, causing Jhanvi and Pooja Didi to laugh and blow them a kiss playfully. "You do realize EVERYONE is checking you guys out tonight, right?" I chuckled as I admired Jhanvi's sexy body as she sat down.

"We know. Isn't it fun, Suraj!" Jhanvi giggled and gave me a quick peck on the cheeks.

"I'm having so much fun, Suraj!" Pooja Didi said brightly. "I can't remember the last time I had such a great date," she added with a wistful look.

"Me neither." Jhanvi chimed in with a sweet smile, "I love you, Suraj. Thank you for bringing us here." She leaned forward and gave me a soft, passionate kiss on the lips. The guys ogling us cheered and whistled as she pulled back with a shy smile.

Pooja Didi glared playfully at her sister, "Hey. no fair, I always get to kiss him first!" She leaned in and kissed me deeply, her tongue thrusting into my mouth as she made out with me shamelessly in public.

I saw Jhanvi roll her eyes at her sister in amusement as Didi began sucking on my face. "Didi!" She giggled as Pooja Didi finally pulled back with a satisfied smile and she winked at her sister.

I knew it was risky making out in public, but the chances of meeting anyone we knew in this crowd of thousands were very slim.

I glanced over at the table with the college boys, who looked absolutely stunned when they realized that both of these girls were my dates tonight. I knew they were jealous but pretty harmless as none of them would dare approach us. My muscled physique would have intimidated most of them to try anything.

We continued enjoying the festivities, grabbing some snacks for dinner from the food counters, chatting and gossiping until Jhanvi asked me to get her some water. As I got up to head over to the bar, I glanced back to look at them both, giggling and talking animatedly to each other.

"Three bottles of water, please." I asked the barman, but it was so crowded at the bar that he didn't hear me, leaving me alone to wait. I glanced over my shoulder back towards the table; Pooja Didi and Jhanvi were visible, laughing and having a great time.

As I waited, I couldn't help but overhear the conversations of a few guys nearby who were glancing at them as well; they were talking about Pooja Didi and Jhanvi openly, "Holy fuck. Did you see that babe in the sexy gold Saree with the big tits?"

"Yeah, both of them are so hot. Fuck, I'd tap that in a heartbeat, man. Who was that guy with them? Their brother or something?"

"Dunno. But he is one lucky bastard! Those girls are smoking hot. Look at them. I'd love to rip those tops off and fuck them all night long."

"For real, man. I wish I was him, man. I bet they go crazy in bed. Damn, look how sexy they look."

"Fuck. I wonder if they're staying at the hotel. I wouldn't mind spending the night with them."