Author's POV

Piya, sat in her room of her small house, breastfeeding her son 2 year old Krish.

It had been 6 months since her husband Dhruv had gone away, leaving them alone with Piya's shoulders heavy with responsibilities.

Dhruv was disabled since birth and Piya was married off to him at a tender age of 18 by her parents in exchange of a plot of land. However, Dhruv was uninterested in the marriage and was just waiting for death. They shared a few words when necessary, Piya took care of him and his needs and kept herself engaged in the household chores while Dhruv remained mostly in his room sitting idle.

Piya's world came crumbling down when they learned from the doctor that Dhruv had just 1-2 year left because she was pregnant and Dhruv's death meant loneliness and single parenting. After Krish was born, they spent the last few years joyfully. After Dhruv died, Piya managed all the responsibilities of the house and the baby and herself on her own for 6 months when one day, her father-in-law, Dhiraj called her and asked her to shift to their haveli and live with them permanently.

Piya was reluctant at first because she had never lived with her in-laws after marriage but she agreed at last after constant insisting from Dhiraj and Veer, her brother-in-law. Today was the day she was shifting to the haveli.

She got ready in a plain white saree and took Krish and her bags out of the house and sat in the car sent by Dhiraj.

They had reached the final road to the village and the haveli was just 10 mins away when the car stopped suddenly. She glanced at the driver, "Bahuji, gaadi aage nahi jaa sakti aur, raasta bohot kharab hai"

"Bhaiya, do you have umbrella then?" She asked.

The driver shook his head in denial, "I didn't know it will rain today, that's why I didn't bring any umbrella with me Bahuji"

Having no other option, she asked the driver to take the bags and held Krish in her arms and covered him with her pallu and started walking towards the haveli since they couldn't wait in the car as the rain didn't seem to stop for the next 1 hour.

After walking 10 mins in the rain, they finally reached the haveli. She walked towards the entrance and when she reached the door, Dhiraj who was sitting in the hall, reading newspaper, looked up and and rose to his feet instantly.

"Veer, come down fast, Piya is here"

"Sanjay, bring hot towels for Bahuji" he barked at the househelp.

He ran across the hall and reached Piya and took Krish in his arms gently, while looking at the her with wide eyes, Veer also ran down the stairs and reached the scene.

"Baccha, ye kya haalat bana diya apna aur Krish ka, call karna chahiye tha na" Dhiraj asked in concern, "Babuji, network nahi tha aur gaadi aage nahi jaa rahi thi baarish ki wajah se, isliye chalke aana pada". While she was explaining the reason behind her disheveled state, Dhiraj and Veer tuned out her words and stared at her form intensely.

Piya was completely soaked from head to toe, her hair damp, cheeks flushed, and her saree completely transparent and clinging to her body like second skin. Her deep cleavage was visible through the deep neck blouse she wore, the outline of her heavy round breast visible and the smooth milky belly bare through the wet saree, while drips of water cascaded down her wide hips. Sanjay, who was standing behind them at a distance, was enjoying the view too.

Their eyes turned dark in lust while Piya, completely unaware of their gazes was patting herself dry with the towel.

Dhiraj cleared his throat when she finished drying and said, "Bahu, take Krish, Sanjay will show you your room". Mumbling a quiet okay, she went to the room with Sanjay trailing behind her with her bags.

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To be continued...