This is the Part 2 of the story, please read the Part 1, to get the proceedings of the continuing story.
This is based on real incidents, spanning over several years, so patience & sensitivity is urged from the readers.
Introduction:
The story starts in a Medical college, where Arnab meets Natasha. Arnab is a handsome, fair & a fit guy, while Natasha is a slight dusky, quite curvy with right amounts of fats in right regions making her very desirable & sensuous. They are young, beautiful hence fall in love soon.
The story continues…..
Its been 4 years since Natasha was married off to a wealthy business man, in Kolkata itself. Since then, she has given birth to a 3 years old son, & has been a full time mom cum house wife, as her in laws being rich & orthodox, didn’t allow her to pursue higher qualifications or practicing outside.
Arnab meanwhile, is a fresh pass out from his 3 years long MD course in Pediatrics. He takes a job in a reputed hospital in Kolkata.
In these 4 years, both never met or tried to contact each other, even once, respecting each other’s circumstances.
Natasha’s 3 year old son had started going school, & one fine day, during the annual health check up in the school, her son was found too fat for age & was called upon by the school for a consultation with the visiting Paediatrician (child specialist Doctor).
When Natasha came up for the consultation, to her surprise, the Pediatrician was none other than Arnab.
Natasha (N): Arnab you??….omg! (surprised)
Arnab (A): Its Dr. Arnab MD btw…(laughs)
N: OMG! after so many years…(still surprised)
A: Yup, & you didn’t contact me once (laughingly)
N: oh stop joking, as if you reached out to me na? (jokingly)
A: Yup, so didn’t I, owing to our….err, mainly your circumstances (bit serious now)
N: So any new Gf or engaged? (curiously)
A: why not married? (sarcastically)
N: No, that I would have been aware of…
A: oh! So you have been stalking me in FB? (laughing)
N: nooooo…..
A: (interrupting) No no, am perfectly single, abhi umar hi kya hui hai meri? (winking)
N: hmm, so whats about my son, Pratik?
And they begun discussing about Pratik’s health. And that was it. Arnab gave out his visiting card, if she had any queries. Natasha all the while thinking, how casual Arnab has been behaving, as if nothing had ever happened between them, cause just the sight of Arnab had caused something inside Natasha. A part of her had awaken, that she suppressed long ago, the part that needed love, care, attention, respect, cause her husband Mohit stopped providing them a long time ago, or had he ever given her any, at the first place itself, she wondered.
But nonetheless, she was now burning from inside. Her husband, often used to be out of station, fixing business deals, & whenever he returned home, he drank with his friends. He had too less time for his family, leave aside attending to her emotional or physical needs. It wasn’t as if he never had sex with Natasha, its just that, he just used to be done with the penetration act drunkenly, with no foreplay or any romantic talks post sex. She used to feel like a piece of meat, unsatisfied & exploited, while her husband snores away besides her. But all her hopelessness, worthlessness seem to have seen a new ray of light in Arnab, but she wasn’t sure how & was quite apprehensive after his casual behavior. But she needed to meet him at least one more time.
She then remembers his card, & rings him up…
N: Arnab? Natasha here..
A: yes Natasha, how can I help you..
N: why? Can’t I call you normally?
A: oh sure you can, but still, everything’s fine with Pratik na?
N: oh he’s fine…its just that I needed to talk about something to you..
A: hey Natasha, if you don’t mind, am attending to a patient party right now. How about we meet over a cup of coffee in Barista, Salt Lake tomorrow at 1 p.m?
N: No actually, Pratik returns from school by 1.30…why don’t you come to my house by 1?
A: But won’t your in-laws ask about me?
N: nah, they are too old to come upstairs, that too when their son’s not there. We may live in the same Apartment Complex, but our flats are different..
A: oh you mean to say you will be all alone? Kya karne ka irada hai? (jokingly)
N: dhat! Its just that I will have to come & go by 1.30 for Pratik..
A: I get it…just joking baba..
N: ok sure then, lunch at my place?
A: as you wish, madam, bye!
N: see you tomorrow..
Natasha’s heart was pounding a lot, excited at the prospects of meeting Arnab again, that too at home, alone!
The next day, afternoon, Arnab arrives, in his formal clothing, presumably directly from work. He sure has grown into a handsome man & maintained his fitness. But so has Natasha, into a fairer but still a curvaceous gorgeous lady. She was wearing a deep cut black blouse with white red cotton saree. She sure was looking as sexy as gorgeous. But Arnab kept his cool without revealing any emotions.
A: hey hi!
N: hi! Come in…have a seat..
A: nice place…must say (looking around)
N: you straight from work? Wait, will bring some water..
A: no no, its ok…yup straight from work..(sees a family photo on table) so that’s your husband…ummm ……. Mohit! Small happy family…nice!
N: hmm…not all that glitters is gold…you know…
A: No I don’t…see you don’t need to do this…
N: (coming closer to Arnab on sofa) so you don’t care?
A: its not that I care, its that, I am an outsider in your married life, of which I want no part to play in
N: please Arnab, stop acting so formal with me…am your ex Gf of 6 years
A: yes, ‘ex’ – ‘Gf’…currently you are wife of someone else
N: someone else who doesn’t love half as you did, someone else who doesn’t seem to care anything else except being alive or not, someone for whom I am just a chewing gum, when in mood, chew, when not, spit out..
As Natasha begins to cry, Arnab closes in to console her. He brings her head close to his chest & pats her back. While patting both feel an electric sensation through their bodies resulting goosebumps. He then instinctively brings her face close to his & begins to wipe her tears with his mouth by making a sucking action with his lips, an act he often used to do in their college days when she cried. She immediately stops crying, alert at what just happened, forwards her lips to his, to kiss him, but he distanced his face almost immediately, apologizing ”Am sorry, but I didn’t mean that”
Till then the door bell rings. It was their driver, with Pratik, back from school. He recognises Arnab instantly, ”Doctor uncle”, while Natasha visibly upset, tells Pratik to go freshen up & change his clothes & then come for lunch to the dinning table. She then goes into kitchen, Arnab follows her to apologize, while Pratik goes into his room.
Arnab then taps Natasha from behind, but Natasha not expecting him, gets shocked & is about to fall, to which Arnab catches her by her waist, with her hips touching Arnab’s crotch area. His tool suddenly springs up to life in excitement, while his crotch caresses her big fat bums, while his hands touch her exposed waist. Natasha too feels his hot breaths now, on her back & neck while standing up, & turns to face him. Cause of the congested space in kitchen, they are quite wrapped in each others arms.
Due to all these movements, her pallu too has been displaced & she doesn’t get the time to adjust it by the time she turns exposing her deep cut blouse flaunting her cleavage to him. His eyes gets fixated on the cleavage, while giving away a noticeable bulge in his pants. Natasha quite mesmerized with his touch, closes her eyes & brings her lips closer to his.
Arnab, hot by now, instinctively begins to passionately kiss Natasha, while placing one hand on her bums & pushing her towards him, thus thrusting his hardened tool in her vaginal region over her saree. They begin to smooch madly, he slids down his hand under her blouse to rip it apart & expose her now 36 cup sized red bra. She opens her hook, & he displaces her bra up, to expose her milky breast, & his expression is similar to the one he had when he had seen her naked breast for the first time.
She then holds his head & guides to her breast. He begins to suck her now coffee brown erect nipples, while she begins to moan slowly. She catches hold of his hardened tool over his pants, & begins to open his zip. He makes her sit on the kitchen table, lifts up her saree, exposing her milky thighs & red panty. He begins to rub her pussy with his fingers, which had become hot & wet by now, over her panty, while feasting away on her melons, while she moaned away, stroking his penis. She whispers in his ear ”Fuck me, my body belongs to you”, making him remember, the same lines she had told him, in the 1st year of college. But just then, they hears a scream of Pratik from his room.
What on earth happened to Pratik, interrupting their long lost passionate love making session. Does fate still want them to be ‘one’….or will they fail again to resume from where they left?
The story continues in Part 3 ……….