|Paper Pelage (standard:romance, 2754 words)|
|Author: Shamoil Ahmad||Added: Mar 23 2012||Views/Reads: 1492/1022||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Amna worked as domestic help in about four places.She wanted to get her son a quality education.|
Paper Pelage Shamoil Ahmad Amna got irritated.... Bibiji had once again found an excuse. This time she had misplaced her keys. Amna could not muster enough courage to insist on getting her money back. She had to return without receiving it. Amna had begun to realise that Bibiji was evading payment. She was angry. She was not after all seeking any charity from her....it was her own money she was demanding. She had saved it with great difficulty. How else could she have secured it...? There was that Shubrati who would keep sniffing around even for coins. There was only this Bibiji who could be trusted with her hard earned money. Whatever she received by way of remuneration for her works during the month, she deposited with Bibiji. There was only one thing in her mind...to give Babloo a quality education...it was for his studies that she was taking all the pains. She worked as domestic help in about four places. Somewhere she would clean up floor; somewhere she would just clean clothes and utensils...elsewhere she would cook food...she had methodically divided her time for several households. She also took care of Bibiji's household. But from there she did not get any remuneration for her work. In return, she was allowed to use her garage for her lodging. It was nothing short of a flat for her. At the back of the garage there was a tiny bathroom and a small garden totally under her occupation. Amna did not have far too many frills. Just a five-year old son Babloo and a good-for-nothing husband Shubarati who did not want to exert himself for anything at all. He was work-shy, an indolent hanger-on who kept fawning on office clerks and occasionally did some petty job that brought him some money for his personal expenses. Amna accounted for all domestic expenses. Shubarati was good-for-nothing. But he loved Amna beyond limit. If he ever had any money on him, he would invariably bring her some fancy things...face powder...bangles...some beauty enhancers...sometimes some eatables...and Amna would indulge in tantrums... “Where did you get money from...?” “Did you steal it from somewhere....?” “It is my money that you have flicked...?” And these were distinct possibilities with Shubarati. Amna at times kept money in small ration pots. If Shubarati could sniff that, he would filch it. Shubarati had lately developed the habit of carousing. If ever he ran short of fund, he would do everything to placate her... “You work so hard...I am just good-for-nothing...” “What's the matter...? Flattering me...?” Amna would smile. “Truly, you are so good...” “What do you want...?” Amna would not be able to check her smile. “Well, there's an urgent work.” Amna knew very well what that urgent work was. He would extend his palm before her and Amna out of sheer exasperation would put some money into it. Shubarati did not create nuisance after drinking. He would go silent...absolutely silent...and on such occasions he looked very innocent as he would quietly sit in a corner to amorously watch Amna....She would try to avoid his gaze. If Shubarati came close and tried to touch her, she would brush him aside. “Your mouth smells foul...” “Smells foul...how it could....? There's cardamom in my mouth...see...!” He would take out some cardamoms from his pocket and put them into her hand. A smile would spread out on the face of Amna...and then he would coo into her ears... “You look so ravishing...” “Move aside...” Amna would try to shove him away and he would put his hand on her back. “Shall I give you a massage?” Amna would feel a mild shiver...she liked these advances of Shubarati. She would feel as though she was really very tired. She would spread out her legs...Shubarati would begin to massage her legs...gradually move up to her thighs...then explore further up...and then Amna would begin to breathe uncontrollably... Shubarati did not want Babloo to get educated. He had seen in the colony that the sons of officers were indolent and useless. He feared that if Babloo got educated, he would neither belong to this family nor to the society. He wanted to put him under a mechanic for training and apprenticeship. If he developed expertise, he would not starve. But Amna was determined to have him educated and was keen to put him in Don Bosco Academy....Seeing the colony children in the uniform, she would feel buoyed up. She wanted to see Babloo in that uniform. Don Bosco was not very far from the garage. She also worked at one of the teachers' house. She had assured her that she would get him admitted to the Academy. She will have to arrange for rupees two thousand for the admission. Although this amount was far too big for Amna, she had begun to deposit all her savings with Bibiji. And now when the opportune moment had come, she had accumulated the required amount of rupees two thousand. But whenever she demanded her money from Bibiji, she would make some excuse. Last time it was her sister-in-law from London who Click here to read the rest of this story (159 more lines)
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