Hey people, this is my first story on ISS. And if I make any mistakes, please forgive me. This is a fantasy story I am sharing with you all. This story is narrated from a third-person perspective. So guys, this is a story revolving around Barkha and a poor guy named Faiz.
The story begins with a desi couple named Jeet and Barkha. They have been married for 20 years and have an 18+ year-old son Ayaan. Jeet is a 42-year-old, very educated, and successful businessman. He is also very fit and has a height of around 5 feet 10 Inches tall. He is also very handsome.
Barkha is a 40-year-old beautiful lady with a body figure of 34-28-34 just like Gul Panag, and has short hair with lateral bangs. She has a fair skin tone and her height is around 5 feet 8 inches, pretty tall for an average Indian woman. She could give any man a good erection in any kind of dress. Barkha is a very health-conscious and fit woman. She is a business affairs manager in an Advertising studio.
The Indian couple belongs to an upper-class family. Jeet satisfied Barkha every night. Jeet is a boobs lover and he has a boobs fetish. They both are into adult breastfeeding relationships. Barkha loves Jeet. so she can do anything for him. She is taking some hormone pills so that she can produce milk for her hubby. They both enjoy their adult breastfeeding experience and because of the suckling and pills, Barkha started to produce milk. Her boobs started to grow big and she now looks like a busty milf.
Flashback to Monday morning – it was raining heavily outside. Jeet was going on a business trip and Barkha was still sleeping. When Jeet saw Barkha, she looked like a goddess in sleep. He kissed her forehead and lips. Then Jeet said to Barkha while she was still sleeping –
Jeet: Take care of Ayaan and I will return after one week. You are now the boss of the house. Take care, honey. Mwuahh! (kisses her again).
And then he left for his journey.
Tuesday Morning, on a cloudy day, Barkha woke up around 6 am and went to the bathroom and got herself fresh. Around 7 am, her son had to go to college and at 10 am, she had to go to the office. Before that, she had to prepare tiffin for her son and also get ready for her office. She went to the Ayaan’s room to wake him up.
Barkha: Ayaan! Wake up, beta.
Saying this, she switched on the light and opened his blanket.
Ayaan: A few more minutes, mom, please.
Barkha: No baby, it’s already time now. You have to get ready and also, your bus will come any time soon. Ayaan! Wake up, darling.
Ayaan: Ok-ok, chill mom! I will get ready.
Barkha: Uh-huh, okay beta, I’m going to the kitchen and please come quick, and have your breakfast. Any time your college bus will come. So be quick!
Saying this, Barkha moved to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast, and Ayaan just came from the bathroom. Ayaan took out the right chair. He sat at the table and started having his breakfast.
Meanwhile, the college bus also arrived, and Ayaan picked up the bag and walked towards the bus. Just then his mom Barkha called Ayaan from behind and said –
Barkha: Ayaan, you have forgotten your water bottle.
Ayaan: Uh! Oops! I’m sorry, mummy. Ok, thank you mummy, and bye bye (he said while running towards the bus).
Barkha: Aaram se Ayaan beta (Don’t run, Ayaan).
Then Barkha closed the door and then went on with her chores. She went to her room to get ready for her office. She chose to wear a black t-shirt with denim jeans and a printed coat over it. As usual with her figure, the t-shirt and jeans suited her perfectly, and she was looking as marvelous as ever.
Barkha was an independent woman and she was also a very flirtatious person. She liked it when men appreciated her beauty and stared at her. She even sometimes teased men by wearing revealing clothes.
There was a watchman named Raju in Barkha’s building, who was a pervert! Raju was a 24-year-old and slim guy. By looking at his face, people can easily guess he was a masturbation addict. He shamelessly stared at Barkha’s cleavage, her thigh, and navel, sometimes he even scanned her entire body. Even Barkha had seen him on many occasions. She sometimes even played some naughty games with him.
Now Barkha was ready for her office. She went down the staircase. She wore sunglasses, so her expression couldn’t be seen by him. Raju was sitting on the chair and table in the corner and was looking here and there when he saw Barkha, and was so excited to see her. Then he started to sing a Bollywood song.
Raju: “Gore-gore mukhde pe kala-kala chashma..”
(Black sunglasses on the fair face.)
Barkha reacted to this by giving a naughty smile and replied –
Barkha: Um! hm! Raju?
Raju: Arre madam, aapki tareef kara hu. (Madam, I’ve just praised you).
Raju: Madam, you look very beautiful today.
Barkha: Thank you Raju, for your kind words.
Raju: Waise Barkha madam, babu bahut lucky hai (Barkha madam, babu is really lucky).
(Note: Raju described Babu as Ayaan. He calls him Babu!)
Barkha: Huh, Wo kyon? (Huh, why so?)
Raju: Kyunki wo aapka doodh pee sakte hai (Because he can have your milk).
Barkha: Kya? What did you say? Fir se bolo zara. (What? What did you say? Repeat it again.)
Raju: Arre, Mera matlab hai ki Babu aapke hath ki doodh wali chai pee sakte hai, doodh wali rass-malayi, doodh wali kheer, doodh ka halwa, doodh wali shrikhand, ye sab aap bana ke khila sakte ho. (I mean, he can eat milk tea, milk sweets made by you).
Raju: Yaar babu se lucky bachha to koi aur hai hi nahi. (No child is luckier than Babu) (Raju was smiling while saying this)
Raju: Kash meri bhi aisi kismat hoti (I wish I could have the same destiny).
Barkha understood this while giving a naughty smile, and she gave him a very tempting reply. She first took off her sunglasses. Then she unbuttoned her printed coat, as Raju was sitting in a chair. She moved towards Raju, then leaned towards him, and came close to Raju. She looked into Raju’s eyes. Then Barkha said –
Barkha: To tujhe bhi mere doodh wali kheer aur rass-malayi khaani? Mera matlab hai mere hath ki? (So, you also want to eat kheer and rass-malayi of my milk? I mean, made by me?)
Saying this, Raju was completely shocked and surprised. He became completely speechless. She was very close to Raju. He could literally see her 36DD breast filled with milk which was hanging around Raju’s mouth. Raju was completely stuck in Barkha’s breast. When Barkha was speaking, her breasts started hanging or moving like a pendulum.
Raju completely became unconscious. He was just stuck in her boobs and completely buried in his thoughts. Somehow Raju regained consciousness and controlled his thoughts. He saw Barkha walking towards her car when she just turned around and winked at Raju. Seeing this, Raju became very happy and said –
Raju: Bye madam, aapka intezaar rahega (Bye madam, I’ll wait for you).
Barkha now reached her office, 10 am sharp. As usual, Barkha was doing her daily office work. She attended a meeting and met new clients daily. After completing her office work, she wanted to relieve her stress, and it was already lunch break. So she and her office colleague Saumya went to the Chai ki tapri (a tea stall) to drink chai and there she and Saumya lit two cigarettes.
As usual, Barkha and Saumya were smoking and gossiping about the office when they saw, a poor boy was getting bullied by four local goons. Barkha and Saumya were watching all this with their own eyes. Barkha gathered her courage and went ahead and tried to speak against injustice. But Saumya stopped her and she said-
Saumya: Stop Barkha, leave it! Don’t mess with this local chapris (goons).
Barkha: But Saumya, they are bullying that poor kid! We should stop this nonsense!
Saumya: I know Barkha, but look at their faces. They look so dangerous.
Barkha: But, but, Saumya, they are beating that poor kid. We should stop this.
Saumya: No! Please, let’s go from here. We should not mess with these goons, and please, let’s go from here.
Saying this, she dragged Barkha from there and took her away from the scene.
The rest of the day Barkha was thinking about that poor boy. Barkha started having bad thoughts even when she was driving back home, even when she was making dinner. Barkha was so much in her thoughts that she forgot to add salt in her daal. And at the dinner table when Ayaan told this to her, she was completely deep in her thoughts and that she couldn’t hear anything. Then Ayaan said –
Ayaan: Mom, mummy!
Barkha: Uhm, what did you say, Ayaan?
Ayaan: Mom, you’re not listening to me. What happened? Is everything alright, mom?
Ayaan: How long have I been speaking, you are not even listening to me.
Barkha: Sorry baby, now tell me what happened?
Ayaan: There is no salt in daal.
Barkha: What? Oops, I’m very sorry, Ayaan. I was thinking about something, so I forgot to add salt to it.
Barkha: Very sorry, baby. Let me add salt to it. Wait a minute.
Ayaan: You wait a minute, mom. I have already added some salt to it. Now, tell me what happened. Why are you looking so worried? Tell me, mom.
Barkha: Today, in front of my office, I saw a kid getting bullied and beaten up. And I felt so helpless.
Ayaan: It’s ok, mom. It was not your fault.
Barkha: No, no one came forward to save that boy. Everybody was just watching.
Ayaan: But mom, why didn’t you call the police?
Barkha: I forgot beta, and Saumya also stopped me. But they looked very dangerous, and I was afraid that they might do something to our family.
Ayaan: It’s ok, mom. If this happens again, you can now register F.I.R. online at the official Mumbai police website. They will track your location and immediately take action against these culprits.
Barkha: Yes, I never knew these things. Thank you beta, Ayaan. If I see these goons again, I will surely register an online F.I.R. against them.
Saying this, they both finished their dinner and went to sleep. As usual, Ayaan slept alone in his bedroom, and Barkha fell asleep thinking about the event that happened that day.
Wednesday 10 am, and it was raining outside. Ayaan had already gone to college, and Barkha was in her office lift. She reached her desk and met everybody. After that, Barkha started her office work. As usual, at 1 pm lunch break, Barkha and her colleagues smoked cigarettes in a tea stall. They were all talking to each other, but Barkha’s eyes were looking for that boy when she was interrupted by Saumya.
Saumya: I know Barkha, you’re looking for that boy. But leave it, we can’t do anything.
Barkha: Yes, you’re right, there is no sense in thinking about it.
Saying this, they both left for office, and Barkha finished her office work for today and she left the office, and drove back home. Then the day was also over.
It was Thursday morning, and Barkha was getting ready for her day. Today she was attending a very important meeting. So she had to wear formal clothes. Barkha wore a Sky blue shirt with navy blue chinos and Ray Ban sunglasses.
Now Barkha was ready for her office, and so she went to her car. But when Barkha reached her car and tried to start the car, she noticed that her car was not starting. Maybe the battery was dead. So Barkha went to her office in an auto-rickshaw. Then she reached her office and attended the meeting.
When Barkha was in a meeting, she had severe pain in her breast. As the meeting was going to be very long, they took a short break in between. Barkha quickly ran towards the bathroom, and there she opened the top three buttons of her shirt and started looking at her breasts.
Her breasts looked very tight and full of milk. She was now looking at her breast in the mirror shockingly, and just remembered In a hurry, that she forgot to drain her breast milk. While Barkha was thinking about all this, she heard a voice from behind the door. It was Saumya telling her the second meeting was about to start.
In a hurry, Barkha came out of the bathroom and attended the meeting. Throughout the meeting, she sat holding her chest and crossing her arms. Throughout the meeting, she was feeling tenderness, tightness, and swelling in her breast. Because of excessive milk storage in her breast, her breast had become engorged.
Finally, the 8-hour-long meeting came to an end. Then she ran towards the bathroom again. Barkha unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her breasts to the mirror. Barkha squeezed her breast and started to extract her breast milk. But the milk came out very little. She wanted a breast pump or someone to suck her boobs, so she could get empty inside.
She was standing half naked and exhausted in front of the mirror, and staring at herself in the mirror. Then Barkha came out of the bathroom, quickly picked up her iPhone from her desk, and went outside.
It was 10:30 pm, raining heavily, and she was waiting for an auto-rickshaw. But no rickshaw wala was ready to go to her destination. As it was raining heavily, Barkha stood near a closed tea stall and there she lit a cigarette and started to smoke. When Barkha was smoking, she saw two young guys fighting with each other. Then when she looked closely, it was the same young guy whom she had seen earlier getting bullied by four goons.
Barkha saw that the other guy knocked that skinny guy on the floor. Seeing this, she couldn’t control herself, so she went and slapped that goon and knocked him down on the floor.
She said: If you ever touch him again, I will call the police.
Barkha said this to the goon angrily. And then the goon ran away. Then Barkha saw the guy and she described, “The young guy looks lean, and malnourished, probably due to poor diet.” She further described, “He has a dusky skin tone, and is wearing a tattered white round neck vest with black cotton half pants. Maybe someone donated to him.”
Now Barkha scared that bully away and saw that boy standing there calmly and looking at her surprisingly. She moved over to him and asked him-
Barkha: Are you okay, dear?
She then introduced herself: Hey dear, I am Barkha.
He looked at her and felt shy seeing her.
Barkha continued to talk to him-
Barkha: Don’t worry dear, I’m here with you. No one will harm you anymore.
She then lifted the boy and made him sit on the tea stall table.
Then she said, “The guy looks 18-19 years old but from his body, he is a little short or maybe a dwarf. Who knows! But he is a little short, around 5 feet tall.”
She asked his name: What is your name?
The guy replied: Mera naam Faiz hai! (My name is Faiz).
She then asked the boy: Okay Faiz, where do you stay?
Faiz replied in a lower voice: I stay in a public park.
Barkha: Okay.
She then asked: Where are your parents? Do they also live in the park?
He continued in a lower voice: No, My parents left me here in India.
Barkha: Left you in India? Okay, tell me exactly. Where are they now?
Faiz said: Aunty, I am from Bangladesh and I came here crossing the border illegally with my parents. But the police caught my parents and deported them back to Bangladesh. I was unlucky as my parents thought they would put us in jail. So they told me to hide somewhere, so I was hiding in the public park.
Barkha asked: Are you still in contact with your parents?
Faiz said: Yes, they have given me a phone number.
Saying this, Faiz showed a phone number written on a blank sheet of paper.
Then Barkha asked: When was the last time you talked to your parents?
Faiz said: Two months ago.
Barkha felt sad for Faiz and she wanted to help him.
She said in her mind: Faiz looks like a very innocent guy, how can I help him?
She then remembered: One of my friends works in the embassy and she can help him. But it is already too late. So I should call her tomorrow.
“But what about Faiz?” she was asking this to herself. She was now looking at the boy with mercy and she thought –
Barkha (in her mind): If I leave him alone here, the goons might come again. Should I take him to my home? Ayaan won’t like it at all.
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What happened next, you will get to know in the next part.
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