Hello Friends This is Jitu here again with a mind-blowing story.
I live in Pune with my mom in a 2BHK apartment located in Koregaon Park. Our apartment building has 2 flats on each floor, and my flat happens to be on the 3rd floor. Just below our apartment, there was a family called the Guptas. The Gupta family originally hailed from Banaras but had relocated here for employment and educational opportunities. Sometimes, We used to gather at each other's places to have a few drinks together.
Mr. Gupta, the head of the family, was 42 years old and worked as an accountant in a construction firm. His wife, Khushbu, was a 34-year-old housewife, and they had two daughters named Kavita (12 years old) and Meenu (8 years old). I used to address Mr. Gupta as Bhaiya and Khushbu as Bhabhi. Despite Mr. Gupta's job, their financial situation wasn't great. Since he was the sole breadwinner, he struggled to save money despite managing the expenses of his daughter's education, home, and other necessities.
Khushbhu Bhabhi had a strikingly attractive appearance, with a fair complexion and a height of approximately 5.6". I was fond of her due to her charming behaviour and politeness. Moreover, it's worth mentioning that she also had an enviable figure measuring 36-28-36, which could easily drive any man crazy with desire. But Many times I would overhear them arguing, which indicated that there were some internal conflicts between the husband and wife. Their arguments would sometimes even reach my apartment, but I never got involved or discussed it with Deepak Bhaiya.
However, one time when he was drunk and high, he opened up to me about his unhappy married life. He mentioned that his wife always wanted more luxury and desired to travel abroad, but he couldn't fulfill her demands, which often led to heated situations. He also mentioned that being a diabetic, his sugar levels were high, which affected their sex life. He expressed his frustration with all of these issues.
As a close family friend, I decided to lend a hand by sharing a few stock tips to help him improve his financial situation. He took my advice and began buying and selling company shares that I recommended, which turned out to be profitable in a short amount of time. He was grateful for my guidance and managed to make a decent amount of money from his small investments. He even mentioned to his wife that my assistance had allowed him to earn some extra income. His wife was also pleased because this extra income helped fulfill their small needs.
As a result, she grew closer to me and started joining us for drinks. Every time we sat down for drinks and dinner, she would express her gratitude for my help in bringing financial stability to their lives. Sometimes she also smoked while drinking in front of me.
Now we're close and we openly talk about all sorts of things. They even share their little arguments with me and ask for my opinion on who's right and who's wrong. They often seek my advice on different matters. Deepak Bhaiya even asked for my assistance in choosing a gift for Bhabhi on their anniversary. I suggested getting a nice one-piece gown or nightie, but he insisted that I accompany him to help him choose because he liked my taste and Bhabhi approved of my choice. I also suggested they go on a family vacation for their wedding anniversary, which made Bhabhi happy. She even gave me a friendly hug in front of Deepak Bhaiya. But he didn't seem to mind, maybe because he saw me as a close family friend.
Bhabhi also sent me their travel pictures on WhatsApp and we used to chat and exchange memes quite often. I would reply to her on different occasions, and sometimes I even shared some cheeky jokes or photos with her, but she never took offense nor did she ever mention it in front of Bhaiya. In fact sometimes even she shared some naughty and spicy jokes with me.
Everything was going smoothly in terms of finances but Deepak Bhaiya's drinking and smoking habits started getting out of control. Bhabhi was always concerned about it and would often ask me to intervene and persuade him to drink and smoke less or quit altogether. According to her, I was the only person Deepak Bhaiya trusted and would possibly listen to. So, I would constantly lecture him in front of Bhabhi about his excessive alcohol consumption and smoking. Eventually, he managed to control his drinking habit and limited himself to just one or two drinks on the weekends. Bhabhi was pleased with this progress. However, he still couldn't resist the temptation to smoke.
On a Friday at 12.30 am, I was chilling in my living room, engrossed in an IPL cricket match, when suddenly my phone rang. It was Bhabhi calling. I answered her call thinking there might be some kind of argument or trouble going on, and she needed my help to sort it out. But to my surprise, Bhabhi informed me that Bhaiya wasn't feeling well. He was sweating profusely, and his hands and legs were trembling.
I immediately rushed to their apartment, still in my boxer shorts, to check on him. The situation seemed serious, so I wasted no time and called the hospital, requesting an ambulance. Meanwhile, I advised Bhabhi to give him some sugar or lemon water. While she attended to him, I quickly dashed back to my flat, changed into jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed my wallet, and made sure to bring some cash with me, just in case of an emergency.
When I returned to their apartment, Bhabhi was giving water to Deepak bhaiya. I approached her and took the glass of water from her, asking Bhabhi to change as we needed to go to the hospital. Bhabhi quickly glanced at herself, realizing she was in a nightgown (I could see her bra lines through the material). She headed towards her wardrobe and grabbed a pair of jeans and a top to change into, then went to the washroom. While I was gently massaging Deepak bhaiya's hand and palms to help him relax.
I heard Bhabhi calling from the bathroom, asking me to pass her bra from the cupboard. I was taken aback by her request, but I got up and handed her the bra. (I secretly wished I could catch a glimpse of her breasts, but she only extended her hands out and hid herself behind the door) However, upon seeing the bra, Bhabhi said it wasn't the right one and requested the white bra instead. I went back to her wardrobe to find it, but couldn't locate it. So, I suggested she come out and find it herself since I was unable to. I told her I would wait outside while she changed, but before I could finish my sentence, Bhabhi emerged from the bathroom, draping a towel over her breasts, and stood next to me near the wardrobe.
I turned to leave the bedroom, but Bhabhi told me to get his medical file from his drawer. So, I opened Bhaiya's wardrobe to find it while keeping an eye on Bhabhi. Meanwhile, Bhabhi was getting dressed and putting on her bra next to me. I tried to sneak a quick look, but I stopped myself when I realized the situation. Let me tell you, it was quite a sight. If things were different, I would have definitely made a move right then and there.
As the ambulance arrived, we quickly took Deepak Bhaiya to the hospital. The doctor inside the ambulance administered some injections while we were still in motion. Bhabhi was feeling devastated and filled with sadness, tears streaming down her cheeks. I placed my hands on her shoulders, attempting to console her. I reassured her not to worry and that everything would be alright once we reached the hospital. However, she couldn't control her emotions and kept her face buried in my shoulders, crying continuously. I gently moved my hands to pat her back, trying to provide some comfort. (I could feel her bra strap through her top)
Upon reaching the hospital, Deepak Bhaiya was immediately taken to the emergency wards where they conducted a thorough examination of his blood pressure, pulse, and heartbeats. The doctors in charge then approached Bhabhi to gather information about his medical history, as well as his habits such as drinking and smoking.
After a while, they requested us to sign some forms expressing our consent and informed us that it could potentially be a case of partial paralysis stroke, necessitating the transfer of the patient (Deepak bhaiya) to the ICU. They also mentioned that due to the severity of the paralysis attack, certain body parts might not function as they did before.
Bhabhi was understandably worried upon hearing this and looked at me for support. I held her hand and advised her to have faith in God. Later, the doctor in charge asked for details regarding the medical insurance and instructed us to deposit money for the treatment. Consequently, I proceeded to the cash counter and completed the necessary formalities.
