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know of his wayward ways of gambling and womanizing. A young Reena was shattered and
threatened legal action. I knew that even my husband was a part of it from time to time but I wasn't
bold enough to confront him. As typical Indian housewives, we were always taught to keep our
husband's whims and fancies on a pedestal higher than ours. The wife was expected to make
sacrifices and Reena was forced to opt out of a divorce when their families intervened. But what I
respected Reena was for the way she fought off her darkest days. She was cunning and smart. She
convinced her husband to put up a beauty parlor for her so that she can run it and keep herself busy.
And when her little daughter became of schooling age, she made it look like a mutual decision of
both Kunal and her to send her away to a good boarding school abroad. She didn't want her child to
be brought up in a house like hers. She also gained the freedom from the observant eyes of a young
child. Now, after 25 years, her business had grown manifold and she was a popular woman in most
of the high society circles. And over the course of time, she had become the ultimate seductress of
handsome young men. I was jealous of the way she manages everything so perfectly.
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"There's another handsome man down there too, you know...which brings us to the main topic." She
took a sip of her wine. "Come on, Spill the beans!"
"I'm not sure of it, Reena. Maybe it's all in my head." Never have I ever felt so conflicted in my life.
I took a large swig from my glass too.
"Nonsense! You already told me that he wants it. And we are past the discussion whether you want
it or not. So tell me about yesterday." Reena questioned me.
"I'm not sure, Reena. I'm just not sure. And about yesterday, he was actually telling me about how
Vivek was not looking after me well. That's all." I lied.
"But you said he hinted at something..." She shot me a quizzical look but only received a few
moments of silence from me.
"Darling. Darling. I just want to help to get a push for you. And you know me! You told me he kept
looking at you when you wanted him to. Did he try to feel you?"
"No he didn't!" I snapped back. "I think I raised him better than that. "I smiled and continued. "But I
was sure that he was watching me that time."
"You want him, he wants you. You're 46 years old. You're horny. You don't want to go outside for a
good pounding. Add things up, Sweetie." Reena concluded.
"I'm worried about his future. All mothers are. He has to find a young girl." What I told her was
really my biggest fear. More than anything else in the world, I do not want my son to be scarred for
life. I don't want to imagine the consequences if something went wrong even a tiny bit. It surely
wasn't as simple as the mothers and sons in the erotica that I was experimenting with my readings.
The biggest person in my life was my son, and I couldn't risk my assumptions by means of testing
the waters. I hated myself for worrying constantly.
"He is a grown up man. Let me tell you that. He is capable of making his own decisions." I had
praised about my son to her on how he stood up for himself when he changed his college.
"But just imagine, Reena. With the lives we live as housewives, we will alw
threatened legal action. I knew that even my husband was a part of it from time to time but I wasn't
bold enough to confront him. As typical Indian housewives, we were always taught to keep our
husband's whims and fancies on a pedestal higher than ours. The wife was expected to make
sacrifices and Reena was forced to opt out of a divorce when their families intervened. But what I
respected Reena was for the way she fought off her darkest days. She was cunning and smart. She
convinced her husband to put up a beauty parlor for her so that she can run it and keep herself busy.
And when her little daughter became of schooling age, she made it look like a mutual decision of
both Kunal and her to send her away to a good boarding school abroad. She didn't want her child to
be brought up in a house like hers. She also gained the freedom from the observant eyes of a young
child. Now, after 25 years, her business had grown manifold and she was a popular woman in most
of the high society circles. And over the course of time, she had become the ultimate seductress of
handsome young men. I was jealous of the way she manages everything so perfectly.
********
"There's another handsome man down there too, you know...which brings us to the main topic." She
took a sip of her wine. "Come on, Spill the beans!"
"I'm not sure of it, Reena. Maybe it's all in my head." Never have I ever felt so conflicted in my life.
I took a large swig from my glass too.
"Nonsense! You already told me that he wants it. And we are past the discussion whether you want
it or not. So tell me about yesterday." Reena questioned me.
"I'm not sure, Reena. I'm just not sure. And about yesterday, he was actually telling me about how
Vivek was not looking after me well. That's all." I lied.
"But you said he hinted at something..." She shot me a quizzical look but only received a few
moments of silence from me.
"Darling. Darling. I just want to help to get a push for you. And you know me! You told me he kept
looking at you when you wanted him to. Did he try to feel you?"
"No he didn't!" I snapped back. "I think I raised him better than that. "I smiled and continued. "But I
was sure that he was watching me that time."
"You want him, he wants you. You're 46 years old. You're horny. You don't want to go outside for a
good pounding. Add things up, Sweetie." Reena concluded.
"I'm worried about his future. All mothers are. He has to find a young girl." What I told her was
really my biggest fear. More than anything else in the world, I do not want my son to be scarred for
life. I don't want to imagine the consequences if something went wrong even a tiny bit. It surely
wasn't as simple as the mothers and sons in the erotica that I was experimenting with my readings.
The biggest person in my life was my son, and I couldn't risk my assumptions by means of testing
the waters. I hated myself for worrying constantly.
"He is a grown up man. Let me tell you that. He is capable of making his own decisions." I had
praised about my son to her on how he stood up for himself when he changed his college.
"But just imagine, Reena. With the lives we live as housewives, we will alw

