Mrs. Roy Gets To Bed Rahul – Ch.01

Ch. 01 The Roys, and Rahul

Rupa:

It was good to drive back home from school on Saturdays. The traffic was sparse, and despite the bright afternoon sun beaming down through her right window in the heat of March – the cool blast of conditioned air felt quite refreshing to her face and shoulders, as she deftly steered out onto the freeway.

She longed to be home soon, to get out of her sweaty clothes and stand underneath the shower.

The gate groaned as it opened. She must remind Bonu to get those bearings greased, she thought as she released the button on her remote. In the rear- mirror, she saw that the gate did close completely, as she turned past the foyer and parked into her slot in their shaded garage.

She first disarmed the home-secure. Turning the latch thrice on the front door, she stepped into an empty house, slipped off the kitten sandals and walked upstairs in her house-pumps to her room. She placed the handbag on one side of her desk and went to her dresser.

The peach sari that she wore came off unravelled as she removed the folds down her front. She released the drawstring on her petticoat, and let it fall to her ankles. As she unbuttoned her blouse to roll off its sleeves, she realized how damp it was from her sweat. Gathering the garments she had just shed, she tossed them into the laundry basket.

Having stepped into the bath, she studied herself in the mirror. Standing in her white brassiere and panties, she looked somewhat fat, but even then she found she looked quite attractive. Her arms and shoulders were softly rounded, and her sizeable breasts seemed quite shapely in her brassiere. She was somewhat conscious of her middle, where she knew she had put on quite some weight. She admired the dainty little belly-button on her protuberant tummy, and the sides of her full waist flared nicely outwards to her abundant hips; even her plump thighs looked quite appealing. She was well aware of her generous proportions below her waist, and even those plus sized stretch-cotton panties she was wearing looked quite small, the soft fabric hugging close, barely containing the bounteous bulge of her mound.

As she turned her arms behind to unfasten the clasp of her brassiere, her enormous breasts pushed forward against the tightness of the garment. She slipped both straps off her shoulder and admired the full ripeness of her breasts in the mirror. There was only a hint of sag, and despite their bulk they were in peak condition even though it was so many years since she had mothered two children.

She hooked her thumbs at the sides of her panties, lowered them off and stepped underneath the shower. All in all, even though she was approaching her forties, she knew she looked quite good indeed.

It was around half past noon, and the bath had only got her barely hungry. She didn’t feel like lunch just yet, and decided to lounge around in her fresh summer cotton dress.

Barun:

On most weekdays, Barun was usually home by around seven or eight. As a faculty head, he was by and large quite overburdened with work – and he considered his job at the university to be the centre of his existence. Since all his colleagues and subordinates knew how much he loved his work, it was no wonder how often he’d bring home piles of paperwork that he couldn’t get through in his chambers during the day.

Driving back from work used to drain him further; by the time he arrived he would be utterly exhausted. Once he was home, he would wash and change. Downstairs, Rupa would usually ask him for some tea and biscuits, which he sometimes did partake. Some small talk for about ten minutes or so, and Barun would disappear into his study to his work.

Barun’s 48th birthday was just around the corner. But his thick spectacles, a receding hairline and his short and portly figure made him look as if it was his retirement that was around the corner. With hardly any physical extertion ever but for his post-dinner fifteen minute walks around the house, these days Barun found that even climbing the stairs to his study would leave him short of breath.

The only interests that Barun had apart from his work were reading newspapers, magazines and possibly sometimes watching television – mainly the news channels. The Roys would go out only to attend certain parties, events or functions; and they did get invited to one every week or so.

With both their children attending a boarding school, life seemed to be getting along quite comfirtably for Barun, all in all.

Rahul:

It was already late, and Rahul knew he couldn’t go to his hotel and change. Clearing all papers from his desk, he grabbed his laptop and took a taxi to Arun’s place.

On his way, he picked up a box of chocolates for Pinky. It was Arun’s mom that opened the door to him. She was quite a pleasant lady, and looked charming in her orange sari. She welcomed Rahul rather warmly.

“Arun should be here any time. Trust him not to be home before his guest turns up.” She showed him into the living room and asked him to be comfirtable.

“Pinky!” She shouted out across the hallway. “Look who’s here.”

Turning to Rahul again, she said “Arun’s dad is home – I’ll ask him to come and join you.” Arun’s mom disappeared into the house somewhere beyond – to the kitchen, Rahul thought in all probability.

A bright young girl of around nine ran into the living room. Recognizing him immediately, “Rahul!” she exclaimed, and jumped up and sat next to him. This was Pinky, Arun’s kid sister. Her twinkling eyes lit up further when he handed over the chocolates to Pinky.

Dr. Jaisinghani was a tall and spry old man, and he smiled at Rahul as he entered. He was smartly dressed in an pale cotton shirt and grey flannels.

“So Rahul, welcome to Delhi!”

Rahul stood up to shake the long and nimble hand that he proferred. “Uncle, it’s more than four years and you look younger than when I saw you last.” It was indeed an honest comment, since he just did not seem to age at all. But Dr. Jaisinghani was nevertheless quite pleased to hear this.

“You know, Rahul. Nothing like a little bit of hair color to make one look young!” He added, “But then I make it a point not to miss three sets at badminton every day.”

They chatted about this and that for quite some time before Arun came home and joined them.

“Rahul, you son of a gun!” Arun greeted him with a rather powerful and affectionately rough hug. They had been buddies at school for five years. Rahul had gone off to Bangalore for his engineering degree, while Arun pursued his medical career. He always said he wanted to be a real doctor, unlike his dad. During the time that Rahul studied his engineering, his dad got transferred to Mumbai and he no longer had a home in Delhi.

Dr. Jaisinghani was an eminent scholar in physics, and his research papers in superconductivity had earned him a formidable reputation amongst all leading physicists. He headed the swanky physical science laboratory that was especially set up in the university campus.

By now, the exquisite aroma of all that was being cooked for dinner wafted across into the living room.

Arun’s mom came in with a tray of glasses full of freshly juiced orangeade. “Dinner’s ready and the table all spread out for all you hungry folks.” She said chirpily. “Ready when you are through with the juice.”

Arun’s parents talked with Rahul about his days at Bangalore, his present job that brought him back to Delhi, and how badly Arun missed his best buddy for these past four years.

The question about where Rahul was staying popped up in between. Although the hotel he had been checked into by his company was quite deluxe and well-appointed, he couldn’t stay there forever.

Rahul mentioned that he had already placed ads in the classifieds, and had also called up a few brokers. He mentioned about having no real preferences about the location – since he would have his bike. His stuff and luggage was expected to arrive along with his bike the next week.

As he was telling them about this, Arun’s dad seemed to recall something. “Rahul, would accomodation as a paying guest be okay with you?”

Arun’s mother seemed to smart at this suggestion. “Don’t be so hardhearted, Amar!” She exclaimed, “Do you think we could ask Rahul to pay if he agrees to stay with us here?”

Dr. Jaisinghani let out a hearty laugh. “No no, Priya! That’s not what I had in mind… Oh my God!”

“Though Arun and all of us would be pleased to have Rahul stay here, it wouldn’t be right – we do not have such a big house and we don’t have a room to spare.” He smiled, “I would never ask him for rent were he to stay with us, really!”

Priya seemed only half convinced, as she looked at her husband. “Then what was it that you had in mind?”

“You know Barun, my dear? And you must have met Rupa as well, surely.” Dr. Jaisinghani said.

“Oh! Dr. Barun Roy, the head of botany at the university.” Arun’s mom said. “And if I recall correctly, Rupa is a maths teacher at secondary school in Andrews Ganj. I have met her at times, I remember.” She added.

“Yes yes… the Roys.” He confirmed. “You see Barun had mentioned to me quite some time back that they stay quite far off, in the outskirts of town. Their kids are in some boarding school. He did say something about letting one room out of his huge house to a paying guest. This way they could have some company, and at the same time it would make them feel safe. Barun is quite phobic about security in general.”

“Why not ask them, then? We all know that Rahul needs a good place to stay in Delhi, and your reference would be all they would require. Knowing Rupa, she seems to be quite a decent lady and I’m sure she would include good boardings alongwith.” She said.

Dr. Jaisinghani seemed to concur. “Or else what other arrangement could be possible, so far from town? Rahul can’t stay there and eat elsewhere – that’s out of question. You know what, I’ll ask Barun first thing tomorrow and see how it goes.”

With that, they all proceeded to the dining table. It was a splendid treat that Arun’s mom had prepared for his best buddy, and Rahul did full justice to the repast.

Call from Arun:

It was Friday, at around tea-time that Rahul’s phone rang.

“Hey buddy! What’s up?” Rahul knew this was Arun.

“You tell me. I’m dead beat with work. Hope I can get myself out by eight tonight.”

“Yeah! Let’s meet up at Barsita’s. I got some good news for you.”

Later that evening, Rahul was pleased to find that Arun was already there. So were a few of his friends he didn’t recognize. Must be students from med-school, he thought.

Arun briefly introduced him to his gang, but he seemed to be in a rush. He urged Rahul onto an adjacent table that was vacant. “Know what, Rahul! Seems you’ve as good as found a nice place to stay. Dad spoke to Dr. Roy, and he welcomed the idea. Come to think of it, this was his idea anyway.”

“That’s quite nice to hear. But I have no idea how the place is, you know. I’ve stayed at home, hostel and hotels. This PG thing seems strange.”

“Rahul boy, my dear – you don’t need to worry about a thing! This Dr. Barun Roy – he’s some sort of a hotshot professor who has wangled a sprawling bungalow from the university – built on half an acre of land at Gurgaon. He’s been staying there since the last six years, and would be there until his retirement, maybe.”

“And do you remember Mrs. Roy, our maths teacher? We were in the seventh standard then. She was that fair, short and rather plump teacher with a large red bindi on her forehead.”

Now that Arun mentioned, Rahul did recall their maths teacher. “Wasn’t she the one who always wore a long sleeved blouse and a plain cotton sari? She used to give us real tough class-tests, I remember.”

“Yes yes – that’s Dr. Barun Roy’s wife! I’ve met her only a couple of times recently, since then. She seemed quite decent – put on some weight since then I guess.” Arun said, and he seemed to pause here a bit, pondering what to say to Rahul next.

“Well, however decent she seemed – she’s the only hitch remaining. It appears that she has to meet you first before she agrees to have you as their paying guest.”

“You know what, Arun? It just struck me that I too have to meet the Roys and see their place for myself before I agree. Don’t you think that is fair?”

“You lucky chap – you know something? Dr. Roy would have you stay with them for free if he could. Something’s got to him recently and it’s got him scared and all. He badly needs someone staying with them, and it would make him feel safe. So he’s only asking a token amount for lodging and board.”

“We go to the Roy’s place tomorrow afternoon. I pick you up from here at around half past eleven, that okay with you?” Arun asked.

“Alright. I’m on flexi-time in any case. I’ll be downstairs from my office then.”

Coming soon… Ch.02