Hello My Dear Readers...
This is the second story from me having the Lock-Down and Quarantine Period as a part of the premise.
We have all been affected by the unfortunate set of events, and we have all grown tired of staying home, isolated.
But, there are a lucky few who consider this period as a blessing.
This series focusses on 21 year old Kapil, who easily had his way with his elder brother's wife, thanks to the Lock-Down.
The story is set in India, and is narrated by Kapil, himself.
Happy Reading!!
"What happened, Bhabhi?! Why are you crying like this??" I asked my sister-in-law, Manisha, seeing her sob vehemently.
I was sleeping, and I had just woken up hearing her scream & shout.
"Kamlesh is stranded in Delhi... I told him so many times not to go... He is stuck there... I am so worried about him, Kapil... I don't think I will ever see him, again." she said, crying, losing her breath as she explained the developments to me.
It had only been a few minutes since the Central Government had announced the lock-down, keeping in mind the very serious threat posed by the Virus.
I had been following the news, and I was aware of the outbreak. But, I never thought it was something we had to worry about. I never thought it had the power to spread across the globe.
And, it was only once Manisha Bhabhi briefed me regarding the sudden hike in the number of positive cases, I understood the gravity of the matter.
The only way the Government could bring the situation under control was by making sure the citizens continued to remain wherever they were.
And, like the millions around the world, my elder brother, Kamlesh, too, was grounded and helpless.
I called my parents, immediately. They had gone to visit my sister, who lived in the neighboring district, with her husband's family.
"We are fine here, Kapil. But, I don't think we can come back home now. All the roads have been blocked." my mom said, as soon as she answered the call.
"Stay home... Okay, Kapil?? Be a good boy, and take care of Manisha... Kamlesh had just called telling me that she is dejected... Your brother is more worried about his wife, than his own safety... Try to console her, okay?! Tell her this is nothing to worry about..." my mother added.
"Mom... Is Kamlesh okay??" I asked, concerned.
"He is... Don't worry about him. He is big enough... He is already trying to get in touch with one of his friends there." my mom, too, was very bothered about this, but tried her best to sound composed.
Manisha Bhabhi was wearing a red colored cotton kurti, she often wore at home, along with her black leggings, that day.
She was a very pretty woman, in her mid 20's, but right then looked devastated.
She was sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the wall, and tears rolling down her eyes.
It was a very sad sight, to see the usually charming lass heartbroken.
I knew I had to do something about it. I knew I had to calm her down.
I was the only male at home. In-fact, I was the only other person at home.
I could hear her phone ring, but she was in no mood to answer. She appeared lost. I had to do something!!
Truth be told, I was still a very young boy... A little too pampered... And, had never been required to take up a responsibility of this magnitude. I was just not ready to handle a task like this.
However, this was no time to be a baby. I had to assert authority over the sitch.
Taking a deep breath, I walked towards my loving sister-in-law, hoping I can help her relax, and convince her to believe everything will be fine.
I was now only a couple of feet away from her, and was just about to start talking, when I noticed the unbelievable amount of her milky breasts that was on display.
I was stunned to know that the low light in the room, had kept the very obvious fact hidden all this while.
Manisha Bhabhi's dress was completely disarranged, after all her swift actions & anxious movements. And, worse, she was clueless about it, even as she continued to weep.
She had never spent a day away from her husband, after their marriage. This was the first time, my brother could not take his wife along.
It was a sudden trip, and also one with a hectic schedule. She was reluctant to let him go, at first, but then agreed. And, the worst possible happened!!
My doting sister-in-law was in a depressed state, but had no idea about how her clothes were letting her down.
She was in no mood to care either. She was scared for her husband. She was too naive a woman, despite being married for close to 4 years.
But, for somebody who had always taken the extra effort to cover herself, the realization that a large part of her gorgeous rack was left exposed, would have certainly turned out to be a shocker.
I really hoped she does not sense this awkard blunder, with me being so close to her. I really wanted to avoid giving her that
traumatic experience.
Yet, I also found myself not able to stop looking at her.
