Married Aunty forced by in law brother Part 2

Vicky : (as cool as a cucumber, rubbing his phone with his shirt to clean off any dust) : So bhabhi, dont worry, we just removed her tshirt.. we did not even touch her bra.. lol.. her pink bra and her..

Nilanjana : (virtually screaming) SHUT UP (pausing, controlling herself) and you think u can get away with this? right?

Nilanjana : (walking to the phone) I will call the police right away and your brother.

Vicky : bhabhi. bhaiya is out of town and even if he hurries back it will be not before evening he can reach here. and police.. he he.. first you will be running behind them and then they will be running behind me.. and you know what.. Kumkum is running behind time with me..

Nilanjana paused her steps..

Vicky : i can have nice photoshoot with her in sexy clothes and off course without them..he he..imagine 11 days down the line, one of my unknown friends distributes those pics to all people in the mandap..when Kumkum is taking pheras.. police will again come, note a FIR and take a copies of your beautiful sisters pics with themselves.. for their personal pleasure..

Nilanjana turned towards Vicky and her confused eyes pretended to look confident.

Vicky : who cares about me bhabhi.. i will be in the jail.. next 5 years. and then come back.. but think about Kumkum.. for her next all years will be a punishment without jail.. and you will be looking for someone like me, begging him to marry her.. for god sake…. he he..

Nilanjana : please.. what do u want from us..

Vicky : not from us, from you darling.. err. i mean, bhabhi.. (last word coming after a pause).

Nilanjana (seemingly preturbed now but covering up nicely without panic in her voice) : what did I do to deserve this?

Vicky : he he.. maybe your are Kumkum’s sister.. he he..

Nilanjana : what do you want from me?

Vicky : only some help.. for our new business..

Nilanjana : how much money??

Vicky : why do you always think everything in terms of money?? even your relations and love??

Nilanjana (amazingly cool) : shut up .. that is none of your business.. tell me your business..

Vicky : my new business is BLUE FILMS..

The business stream struck like a big wave against the hard wall of brave front Nilanjana was posing in front of Vicky. She knew she will have to not loose and get Kumkum out of the mess before she can act against this man. And she could not do so before the wall of her resistance crumbles.

She was buying time, but she just hoped someone could come to her rescue. She had not been able to call anyone. And she did not know how much time the wall would stand in the continous attacks from Vicky, before it cracks.

Nilanjana : how much money you want for your business??

Vicky : money.. money… money.. do you think of something else other than this.. whore..

Nilanjana : (screaming) SHUT UP.. I AM YOUR BHABHI..

Vicky : yeah, who married and broke a family just for sake of her own fun and money…

Nilanjana tried to divert the things to family and relations..

Nilanjana : no please.. i did not do it for..

Vicky : you are going to pay today with your sis…

Nilanjana : what do you want?

Vicky : i dont want money..

Nilanjana : tell me what you want..

Vicky : I want the heroine for my blue film..

Nilanjana : so you are looking at a wrong place..

Vicky : dont worry bhabhi, we will pay you nicely for it..

Nilanjana : what if I refuse..

Vicky : he he.. we have a backup heroine for the picture.. your sis..

Nilanjana : shut up.

Vicky : you want to refuse??

Nilanjana : please..

Vicky : (getting up to leace) ok rohit.. we will have to use the backup..

Nilanjana : wait…

Vicky : what?

Nilanjana : can there be no other way?

Vicky : yeah, i told u.. we can always use the backup..

Nilanjana : try to understand Vicky, i am married and i am your bhabhi.. how can I..

Vicky : but Kumkum is not married and she is not my bhabhi either..

Nilanjana : (almost pleading now, she could feel the wall of her brave front crack) please leave her..

Vicky : for free??

Nilanjana : please..

Vicky (walking to the door) : i dont have time..

Nilanjana : ok.. ok.. (trying to firm up) ..ok..

Nilanjana : (with a defeated look) i will do what you want.. but leave her first..

Vicky : I will leave her when we are done..

Nilanjana : No, first leave her then I ..

Vicky : you are not keeping conditions here..

Nilanjana : I am not doing anything till you leave her..

Vicky : that is your final thought??

Nilanjana : leave her and i will do what you want..

Vicky : ok.. Kumkum is wearing a pink bra.. and i was just wondering what color panties she is wearing..

(saying Vicky pulls out his mobile from his pocket)

Vicky pulled out his mobile and dialled the number.

Nilanjana : please no.. we can talk..

Vicky ignored her comment and now Nilanjana could hear the bell ringing on the other side of the phone..

Nilanjana : i said we can..

Vicky (on the phone) : hello chotu … ek kaam kar..

Nilanjana : I am ready… what do you wan (vicky’s voice cut her scentence)

Vicky (on the phone) : (ignoring her pleas) how is the chidiya doing?

(on the phone) : sir ji, she is fluttering like a injured bird..

Vicky (on the phone) : not still tired .. hmmm??

Nilanjana : please Vicky, please.. no…

Nilanjana tried to leap on the phone.. but Vicky easily dodged out of the way..and she just could not grab the phone.. Vicky was way more strong than her for that.. another attempt and Nilanjana knew she was making a mockery of herself..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, do you know which color panties she is wearing??

(on the phone) : boss i can just see some white waistband over her jeans..

Nilanjana : please for god sake.. stop it.. i am begging you..

Vicky (on the phone) : no chotu, why dont you check it out.. she maybe wearing a different colors..

(on the phone) : yes boss..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, unbutton her jeans and unzip it..

Nilanjana was on her knees now..

Nilanjana : please..Vicky, please.. i will do anything.. but please stop..

(on the phone) : yes boss,

female screams on the phone (on the phone) : NOO.. NOOO.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO… OH MY GOD>…. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo

Nilanjana (crying.. on her knees .. holding feet of Vicky.. resignation stamped in her voice) : please.. please stop.. i will..i will do anything..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu, stop..

(on the phone) : yes boss, (sobbing voices in the background)

Vicky (on the phone) : what color is she wearing?

(on the phone) : boss.. white color .. blue polka dotted boss..he he

Vicky (on the phone) : did u pull down her jeans??

(on the phone) : no boss.. i will do it..

Vicky (on the phone) : (Commanding voice) NO, YOU WILL NOT.. CHOTU.. leave her alone for now..

(on the phone) : but boss, (disappointment clear in his voice)..

Vicky (on the phone) : chotu.. wait for my next call.. i promised u..

Vicky disconnects the phone..

Vicky : so bhabhi, can we work now?? ……. togather??

Nilanjana collapsed to floor from her knees, crying, weeping in defeat and helplessness. She could not imagine this was happening to her. She was a free lady just some minutes ago.

Vicky : bhabhi, i think you need another round of motivation.

Nilanjana : no, no… please.. dont do anything to Kumkum.

Vicky : then why dont you get up and get us a nice cool glass of water from the fridge..

Nilanjana struggles to get up.. she arranges her black chiffon saree once on her feet.. not much can be seen off her dress as she always dressed up simple and conservative.. Rahit tries to catch a glimpse of her midriif, but not even couple of inches of midriff she has left open for the world to see.. her blouse is thick cotton and one cant even see the outline of her bra from over it.. Rohit smiles in his mind thinking ‘the hidden would be uncovered soon’..

Nilanjana turns towards the kitchen..

Vicky : bhabhi, i got a present for you.. here..

Nilanjana looks behind.. Vicky pulls out a card box and pulls out footwears for Nilanjana..

Nilanjana looks at Vicky.. the sandals were too jazzy for any decent girl or lady. made with glossy bright red coloured shining glass pieces in the front. They had a long two feel red shining lace. the sandals had huge high pencil heels which were clearly more than 5 inches. she had worn it high heels twice in her life and just for trials.. she could not stand the pain in her toes and her calves due to the high heels.

Nilanjana : Vicky, why this..

Vicky : bhabhi, a present for you…

Vicky bent down in humbleness and kept the sandals for Nilanjana to wear as if he was a sales man at the chappal store..

Nilanjana : Vicky, i dont wear this type.

Vicky : bhabhi, i dont like people rejecting my present i got with love..

Nilanjana : but..i have never wore one..

Vicky did not budge and sat waiting for her to step into the new sandals, her first step into cheap world of sluttiness. Nilanjana knew she had least choice.. she was getting forced into it in name of a present..

she stepped out of her small heels chappal onto the cold marble floor.

Nilanjana : can I wear it myself.

Vicky : I will help you bhabhi, i know u never wore ones like these yourself.

she was in a soup now.. A stranger was offering her to help her wear her sandals. Waise lot many sales man helped her try her shoes, but this was different.

She stepped on one of the sandals. Her first sensation was of cheapness till she felt she will slip due to steep incline due to long heels. She tried balancing herself but ended up leaning her hands on Vicky’s head to avoid the fall.

Vicky : these fit nicely bhabhi..

Nilanjana : they are bit loose and i may trip.

Vicky : because i have not tied the laces, bhabhi, can you please lift the saree a bit so that i can tie the laces.

Nilanjana got this request like a punch in her gut. not that she had not shown herself above her ankles to anyone, but, each inch of skin she showed today seemed like a rape, each touch on her feet seemed like a molestation to her..

Vicky : bhabhi..

Nilanjana slowly grabbed the front of her pleads on the saree and raise it ..

Vicky : more higher bhabhi..

she raised it bit more.. now exposing her calves to him.. he slightly massaged her calves with his palms.. feeling the flesh.. she closed her eyes in shame..this was above the skin he had touched her when she came married, then she had kicked him out, but today she was going to fall.. she knew she will fall. she wanted to scream but she could not.. she was waiting to fall into lows of her modesty..

Vicky started tying the laces over her ankles raising it in every loop.. the laces did not seem to end.. two feet laces seemed kilometers to her.. each inch he raised over her leg seemed to be an inch closer to her womanhood..

round and round he went.. and pulling each time so tight with a jerk that she would lean more on him..he rode the laces as high upto just under her knees..

the other leg followed and so did her humiliation.. the laces were tied too tight, digging into her soft calves..

Little did she realize that Rohit was recording her humiliation on the camera from behind her..just angle enough to catch her leaning on vicky’s head.

when Vicky was through, he stepped back and stood up.. she stumbled as she was still leaning her hand on his head for support.. she dropped her saree to maintain balance.. she managed to stand straight, but she felt like she would fall the first step she took..

Vicky : wait bhabhi… lift it up….

Nilanjana reluctantly lifted up a little lower than before..

Vicky : u look gorgeous real self in this..

Nilanjana (steaming back) : what do you mean??

Vicky : (ignoring her) bhabhi, why dont u try them upto the fridge and fetch two glasses of water..

Nilanjana dropped her saree back to her feet, looked at him and slowly tried to step towards the fridge.. she took couple of steps slowly and awkwardly ..

Vicky : quick, two minutes for two glasses.. or again Kumkum will be sorry and screaming..

Nilanjana quickened her small steps.. high heels had effect on her full buttocks as they jutted out obscenely.. her ass swayed as she struggled to walk to meet 2 minutes..

Rohit took all of it into the camera before keeping the camera inside..

she pulled out two glasses and poured water into them from the fridge..and walked back on the high heels towards entering the lows of the cheap world. (MasalaMan, 2009)

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