White Dreams For Indian Wife Ch 09

Disclaimer:

This work of fiction will most likely be long, so if that's not what you like and you want to get to the sex in the story quickly, find another story. This story will contain themes of interracial sex, voyeurism, infidelity, raceplay, cuckolding, and some romance, so if that's not what you want, please find something else. All individuals who participate in any sexual acts in this story are all over the age of 18.

* I suggest starting from Chapter 1 *

Ravi's POV:

As my dad's car left the street I felt a sense of pure despair. I was now alone with my mother and her new white boyfriend. I turned around and looked at her. She had a smile on her face as if she was relieved that this was over.

"Ravi sweetie, come inside."

How could she? How could she talk to me as if nothing just happened? I decided not to respond to this shameless woman.

I then looked over at the white bastard that was responsible for my parent's separation. His face had a look of pure joy as he stood with his arm around my mother's waist. I felt my anger rise again but then remembered my father's words. I can't hurt him otherwise Mom will throw a fit. Goddamit that white boy was protected and there was next to nothing I could do but insult or ignore him.

I walked up to the door where the two love birds were and passed them in complete silence. I didn't want to look at either one of these homewreckers. Then I felt my mom's hand on my shoulder as I entered the house.

"Ravi I know this is a lot to take in but please can you sit in the living room, I want to explain myself."

I turned around and looked at her with disgust. What could this woman say now after all she had done?

"No."

I immediately turned around and made my way up the stairs.

"Ravi please listen to me, give me a chance to explain everything."

I turned around and looked at the two again. Maybe I needed to hear what she had to say so I came back down.

"Alright, I'll stay here in the living room, say what you have to say."

As I sat on the couch my mother and her boyfriend took their seats on the adjacent couch. That bastard had his arm around my mother as if he owned her, god it took every ounce of my willpower not to cave his fucking head in.

"Go ahead tell me what I don't know."

"Ravi please try to understand, I know whatever I tell you won't make you happy but things played out the way they did not because I hate your father or anything like that."

I remained silent, I could care less what this whore's explanation was. She threw away my dad like an old toy. She could not give me any justification to make any of this right.

"Ravi, I know you're upset, and this feels like a massive betrayal, but true love cannot be ignored."

"Zach and I met when I was grocery shopping one day, and I immediately had a crush on him."

"My feelings for him quickly developed until I fell madly in love."

"You don't know this Ravi, but before I met your father I was almost exclusively attracted to white guys, I know this won't sit well with you but it is what it is."

"I'm surprised you didn't cheat on my father earlier."

"Ravi, I never considered another man besides Zach as a romantic prospect for me throughout my marriage to your father."

"Then why this one huh?"

"It's because Zach is the most attractive white man I have ever seen, he's my teenage fantasy multiplied by 10."

"Just look at him, he's six foot six with a chiseled body, and a face that would make any woman's eyes light up."

"Also he has an amazing personality that compliments mine."

"God you make me sick!"

"Ravi, how could I or any other woman pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for true love?"

"What I still don't understand is that if you were attracted to white guys then why the hell did you choose to marry my dad."

"Your dad was and still is an attractive man, most women would have fallen for him regardless of their type."

"The other white guys were either not attractive enough or were already in a relationship."

"So you never loved my dad and just used him as a stand-in until you could get the guy of your dreams."

"Ravi that's not true, I love your dad even now, you think this was easy for me?"

"Well yeah, and I call bullshit that you ever loved him."

"Ravi!, I loved your father to the point I stood up to your grandfather to marry him."

Then tears started to form in my mom's eyes, maybe she did love him according to her perverted definition of love.

"Even now I love that sweet wonderful man. He has given up everything for me, and I will always cherish him for the rest of my life." Her tears were running down her cheeks now.

"You Indian females are all the same, you run after white boys and when things don't go your way you run back to us until you find the "one". "

"I was right in my decision to never entertain an Indian girl, this just cemented it."

"Ravi!, how could you say something so vile?!"

"I can't believe I carried you inside me only for you to turn out to be a misogynist!"

"And I can't believe the woman who gave birth to me turned out to be a hidden whore!"

"Ravi that's enough, don't talk to my girlfriend like that!"

My temper once again flared, but this time it was higher than ever before, how dare this pasty motherfucker raise his voice to me!

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHITE BITCH, I'LL TALK HOWEVER I WANT TO TALK TO HER, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE I'M GOING TO BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU BITCH!" I yelled.

I got up to punch that white bastard in his pasty little face, but before I could even take a step forward my mother was in front of me blocking my access to him.

"Ravi please calm down!"

There was nothing I could do, if I wanted to hurt him I would have to harm my mother, and that's something I was just not willing to do. Even after sucking this white boy's dick while on the phone, insulting my father with her words, and kicking him out of the house. I was not willing to harm her to quench my rage.

"Zach, just stay out of this. My son can talk to me how he wants. This is between me and my son!" she yelled at him.

"I am sorry Ambika."

"As for you Ravi, I know that you're hurting right now but that doesn't give you the right to put your hands on someone."

"Sweetie, it doesn't have to be this way."

"We can all be happy together as a family."

"You're talking to me about family after all you've done?"

"Ravi there are thousands of families across this country where the father and mother are not together but with other people, and their children get used to it and turn out fine."

"Let me get this straight." " You want me to get used to this?"

"Yes Ravi, once time goes by all of this will seem normal."

"No!, none of this is normal and I will never accept this disgusting swine as a part of my family!"

"Ravi, don't be racist to Zach, he is my boyfriend!"

"No, I'll call him whatever I want, you can't control everything about me!"

"As for you pink bitch, just because you're having sex with my mom don't think that gives you the right to feel like this is your home."

"If I ever catch you going into my room or even standing near it I will fuck you up!"

That white boy just stared at me not responding to anything I've said.

"Ravi sweetie please don't insult Zach, he's a nice guy."

I ignored this deranged woman and kept my eyes on him.

"I didn't get an answer, white boy. Do you understand me or do I have to make you understand?"

"I understand Ravi, likewise I want you to stay out of your mother's bedroom." He said with a smug grin on his face.

"First of all white boy, I can go anywhere I want in this house and there is not a goddamn thing you can do about it."

"But don't worry I have no desire to see what you two homewreckers get up to in that room."

"Thanks, your mom and I will be spending a lot of time there." He winked at my mom which caused her to blush.

God, why is my mom such a shameless whore, my blood was boiling but I decided not to do anything as this was his way of getting under my skin. I calmed down and looked him straight in the eyes.

"One more thing, I'm the dominant male in this house, when I tell you to change the channel on the TV you change the channel."

"As for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I will take my dad's seat at the table. If you ever touch that chair, I will break every bone in your body."

"Okay Okay Ravi I get it, you're the man of the house I won't challenge you for it, I'm only interested in your beautiful mother."

"Ravi, you and I will eventually get along."

"Shut up bitch, I will never betray my dad so get that disgusting thought out of your head!"

"Coming back to you... woman, don't talk to me unless it's important."

"Ravi I know you're mad but please don't call me woman, call me mom like you always do."

"You have lost that, I am ashamed to call you my mother."

"Ravi please don't say that."

"No, I'm done talking with you in that way, I'm going to my room now."

"Only call me when food is ready, or you need me to do something important. "

"Alright Ravi, but I want you to know one thing."

"And that is?"

"Even though I'm no longer with your dad and my romantic partner is a white man."

"You're still my son and I will always love you, even though it might not feel like it."

I said nothing as I got up, I was done with this idiotic conversation and wanted to return to my bed.

"Ravi, where are you going?"

"Where does it look like I'm going."

"But sweetie I'm going to make breakfast, you might as well stay here it won't take long."

"No, call me when it's done."

With the conversation over, I went up the stairs and sat on my bed. Why the fuck was all of this happening. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, hopefully something good.

It was a text from Meena, a small ray of light on this dark day for me. I unlocked my phone to see her message.

Meena: Good morning Ravi!

As bad as this day was, this might make me feel better. So I decided to text her back.

: Good morning Meena.

Then a text message immediately followed in response.

Meena: How is your day right now?

: Not good, and don't ask me about it.

Meena: What!?, tell me what happened babe!

: No, and don't call me babe, we are not in a relationship.

Meena: Sorry Ravi I jumped the gun there, but please tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help.

: No Meena, I appreciate your concern but I would like to be left alone right now.

Meena: Alright Ravi, can you tell me what happened when you're on campus?

: I'm not sure Meena it's personal.

Meena: I care about you Ravi, I don't want you to go through something you don't have to.

: It's okay Meena, thanks for your concern but I'll be alright. I will tell you about it on Monday I guess.

Meena: Oaky Ravi, I can't wait to meet you again on Monday.

: Alright Meena, I'll see you on Monday.

Meena: Take care, sweetie. She sent with a kissy face emoji.

I didn't bother texting her not to call me any words of endearment because I felt like I needed her affection after what my mother had just done. I decided to lie on my bed and reflect on what happened. After an hour passed, I could hear my mom calling me from the kitchen.

"RAVI!!!"

I figured breakfast was ready so I headed down the stairs to the dining table. I saw the overgrown swine standing close to the kitchen. I shot him a look of pure hatred and he looked away, I felt a little satisfaction knowing that I was the dominant one in the house even though he was fucking my mother.

"Zach, can you put the plates on the table?

"Got it, Ambika."

I quickly sat at the table in my dad's chair to substitute his ownership. I saw the white boy bring the plates to the table and I glared at him. That's right white boy, it's not just going to be you fucking my mom, you're going to be the house mule.

Before he set my plate down I yanked it out of his hand, I looked at him to see if he was going to try anything with me. As expected he left for the kitchen. Then my mom came to the dining table with a big smile on her face holding the idli racks. The white boy returned with a large pot and I could tell it was the chicken kulambu ( Tamil for chicken curry).

Looks like she made one of my favorites just so she can try to placate me. She is such a manipulative woman on top of being a shameless whore. This kulambu was not going to make me forget what she just did this morning and it certainly is not going to make me less angry.

The white boy sat in the chair that was after the one right next to my left.

"Chellam, I made one of your favorites, I made some extra idlis so I want you to eat as much as you want."

"Pass me the kulambu, I don't want to stay here for long with you two homewreckers. " I said looking at her with hate.

She looked back at me confidently as if she was eventually going to break me into her new world.

"Zach can you please pass the pot to me."

"Sure babe."

He got up and handed the pot over to my mom who walked up to me to pour the kulumbu onto my plate.

"Put all the chicken breast pieces on my plate, you and that swine can have the rest."

"Looks like you're hungry Ravi, I hope you like it."

"Babe, what are those white pancake-looking things called?"

"Zach those are called idlis, they are rice cakes."

"So you eat them as is or do we use this curry to eat it?"

"We use the curry, we can dip the idli in many sauces and curries, but the one I made today is Ravi's favorite."

I ignored them and immediately started ripping the idlis in half to combine them with the chunks of chicken breasts. I started wolfing down my breakfast to quickly go back to my room, I couldn't even enjoy my food because of these two.

"Wow Ambika, this tastes amazing with the curry."

"I'm glad you like it Zach, this is a traditional Tamil breakfast."

"I can't wait to try the others, are they all as good as this one?"

"Well, I guess you have to find out yourself, don't worry you will get to taste all of my cooking babe."

I started to get angry, why is this white boy constantly running his mouth?

I finished my last idli and got up to go wash my plate, as I was washing my plate I suddenly remembered Dad. God, what must be going through his head right now? I quickly finished washing and ran upstairs to my room.

I should text him, she shouldn't hear my dad's voice, she doesn't deserve to.

: Dad are you alright?

He did not reply so I decided to wait 10 to 15 minutes before shooting another text. Then 7 minutes went by until I heard my phone vibrate. I immediately grabbed my phone from my pocket and saw a new message from Dad.

Dad: Hey Ravi, still processing everything, what about you?

: Don't worry about me Dad, I put that white boy in his place.

Dad: Did you beat him up?!

: No, but I almost did, mom stopped me but he got the message.

Dad: Good, he will think twice about ever harming your mom while you're there.

: Dad, if he ever lays a hand on Mom I will beat him within an inch of his life, then I will drag his ass to your place so you can commence his second ass whooping.

Dad: Thanks Ravi, I'm glad I raised you right.

: Anything you need Dad just tell me and I'll do whatever I can.

Dad: Right now Ravi I need some time to reflect and figure out what to do next. I know what Mom did was painful but please be there for her.

: Okay Dad, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be nice to her.

Dad: That's okay Ravi, just protect her and help her if she needs anything from you.

: I will Dad, don't worry that white boy won't lay a hand on her, by the way, where are you at right now?

Dad: I'm at Thatha's ( Grandfather in Tamil) place, don't worry I'm good.

: Does he know, did you tell him?

Dad: Yes he knows, I told him everything and he is furious right now.

It's good to know my dad has a nice place to stay instead of a shitty hotel at the moment.

: Okay Dad, I'll give you some space to process all this.

Dad: Alright Ravi I'll contact you later when anything important comes up or I need some details on Mom.

: Sure Dad, take care.

I wondered if my parents would ever get back together. Will she truly leave my Dad for this white boy or is this some sort of phase for her since she hangs out with her divorced colleagues?

I just hope this is a bad chapter in my life that finishes quickly, otherwise I might be driven insane by this arrangement. This white boy will quickly learn things won't be smooth and easy for him, I'll make sure of it. He will be nothing more than a bipedal dog that my mom brought home, nothing more.

Then I heard the door slightly open and I turned to see who it was, and to no surprise, it was my mother.

"Ravi, can I talk with you alone for a few minutes?"

"No, I want to be alone."

"Don't be like that, let's talk about this."

" There is nothing to talk about."

"Too bad, I will set you right one way or another, either now or later."

"You will never make me betray my Dad, I don't care what you do from now on, all you are to me now is a woman that I live with."

"Ravi please, my boyfriend is a nice young man you should get to know him, maybe you two can become friends."

I was flabbergasted, has she completely lost her mind?

"No, if you like him being alive then tell him to stay away from me."

"Well if that's the way you want to behave then fine, it's not going to make me any less of a slut for Zach!"

"Do you hear yourself, you call yourself his slut, do you have no shame?"

"I am ashamed Ravi, not because I called myself a slut, but of you."

"Me?!!"

"What the hell did I do, you're the one who threw away your husband!"

"Ravi, I am ashamed of how misogynistic you turned out to be, I can't believe I gave birth to a boy who wants to control a woman's freedom."

"You know if you wanted to be a slut, you could have just tied your tubes and whored around instead of marrying my dad."

She was seething from my last statement, her face now resembled that of that horrific blue goddess that she worships.

"Ravi, you are a disgusting sexist PIG!!!"

"I'm not pink like your boy toy." I chuckled.

"Erumai!(Tamil for buffalo/ used figuratively for stubborn individuals)." She shot back.

"I came here to talk some sense into you but you want to make this as difficult as possible."

"Ravi you're eventually going to have to accept Zach as my partner."

"Not in this or any reality, now leave me alone."

"I will but know this Ravi, no matter what I will always love you."

I remained silent, her love was not something I wanted anymore. She has soiled herself with this swine and wants me to act like this was something to celebrate and rejoice over.

I heard the door close as she walked out, I laid my head on my pillow and thought of absolutely nothing. For the first time in a long time, my mind was empty.

The rest of the day went by slowly and I went to bed after dinner, maybe I will get used to this but I will never accept it. I feared sleep would elude me but for some reason as if by divine grace I was able to quickly fall asleep. I couldn't enjoy my slumber as I was soon awakened by a scream that jolted me from my bed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

There it was again, no doubt it was my mother's voice. I immediately ran downstairs and her screaming became even more louder. God, how can she have been so naive? This white boy was already hurting her after she brought him in.

When I approached my parent's bedroom I was surprised to find it open. Dad and Mom never leave their room open during the night. I immediately rushed into the room only to find that white boy standing and holding my mother's legs apart as he thrust into her like a battering ram.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" My mom screamed once again.