With Father in Law

We are a middle-class family, and Raj is a kind man who works hard to provide for us. However, our intimate life has always been lacking. Raj is a gentle soul, but he is physically frail and lacks the stamina to satisfy me fully. Despite this, I have always respected him and tried to make our marriage work. Life was uneventful until a recent family gathering led to an unexpected and unsettling incident.

Raj’s family hails from a small village in Maharashtra. In December 2023, his younger sister’s wedding was scheduled, and we traveled to the village for the festivities. The house was bustling with relatives, and the atmosphere was chaotic yet joyful. Raj’s father, Mr. Deshmukh, was the village headman—a stern, authoritative figure in his late 60s. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a commanding presence that intimidated everyone, including me. His wife, my mother-in-law, was a soft-spoken woman who always treated me with kindness.

The wedding celebrations were in full swing, and the house was packed with guests. That night, due to the lack of space, Mr. Deshmukh decided that the men would sleep in the main hall while the women and children would share the smaller rooms. However, even the women’s quarters were overcrowded. My mother-in-law was asked to sleep in a small storage room, but she insisted I take her place, as she wanted to chat with her sisters in the main room. Reluctantly, I agreed.

The storage room was cramped and stuffy, with no ventilation. I removed my saree and lay down in my blouse and petticoat, trying to get some rest. The room was pitch dark, and I soon drifted off to sleep.

Around midnight, I woke up to the sensation of someone lying beside me. Half-asleep, I assumed it was Raj, who had come to check on me. I felt a strong arm wrap around me, and a hand began caressing my waist. I was too drowsy to react, so I let it happen. The man’s touch grew more intimate, and I felt his hands exploring my body. He unbuttoned my blouse and began fondling my breasts, his rough hands sending shivers down my spine. His touch was unlike Raj’s—firmer, more confident. I felt a mix of confusion and arousal.

As his hands moved lower, pulling up my petticoat, I realized something was wrong. This wasn’t Raj. Panic set in as I felt his fingers probing my most intimate areas. I froze, unsure of what to do. The man whispered in Marathi, “You feel different today, Leela. So much more alive.”

My heart sank. He thought I was my mother-in-law. This wasn’t Raj—it was his father, Mr. Deshmukh. I was horrified but too scared to speak. I lay there, paralyzed with fear, as he continued to touch me. His fingers were rough yet skilled, and despite my fear, I couldn’t deny the pleasure they brought. I felt a wave of guilt and shame but couldn’t bring myself to stop him.

Suddenly, he shifted his position, and I felt his weight press against me. His hands gripped my thighs, and I realized his intentions. I wanted to scream, to push him away, but fear held me back. What if he reacted violently? What if this caused a scandal? I decided to play along, hoping he would realize his mistake.

But he didn’t. Instead, he positioned himself between my legs, and I felt the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against me. I whispered, “Sir, it’s me—Ananya. Not Leela.”

He froze. For a moment, there was silence. Then, in a hushed voice, he said, “Ananya? What are you doing here?” I explained how I had taken my mother-in-law’s place in the room. He apologized profusely, but instead of leaving, he lingered. I could feel his hesitation, his desire conflicting with his guilt.

The tension between us was palpable. I knew I should ask him to leave, but a part of me was curious, drawn to his raw masculinity. Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me. I was too stunned to resist. His kiss was demanding, unlike anything I had experienced before. I felt myself giving in, my body responding to his touch.

What followed was a whirlwind of passion and guilt. We both knew it was wrong, but in that moment, we couldn’t stop ourselves. The next morning, we parted ways, pretending nothing had happened. But the memory of that night haunted me, leaving me torn between my loyalty to Raj and the forbidden desire I had discovered.