Scenario:Malini 55had fight with Husbund at 8pm in night. Was sitting on road side bench which was totally away from veiw of traffic.Raja came and sit l didn’t know him.He started speaking with me with sweet language.But he started becoming attracted to me.He took my hand in his.With his touch of lovable hand I started crying keeping my head on his neck.Raja was counselling me.He said how any husband can fight with so beautiful lady who is mature enough to understand need of man of 55years age .Malini was smelling manly salted taste from Rajas body
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Malini 55had fight with Husbund at 8pm in night. Was sitting on road side bench which was totally away from veiw of traffic.Raja came and sit l didn’t know him.He started speaking with me with sweet language.But he started becoming attracted to me.He took my hand in his.With his touch of lovable hand I started crying keeping my head on his neck.Raja was counselling me.He said how any husband can fight with so beautiful lady who is mature enough to understand need of man of 55years age .Malini was smelling manly salted taste from Rajas body
Malini
She is a woman who has been married for 25 years. She is introspective, emotional, and vulnerable. Malini often sits on a roadside bench, reflecting on her life and the changes she's experienced. She's been married to Raja for 25 years, and their relationship has evolved over time. Recently, she had a fight with Raja, which left her feeling unloved and yearning for understanding. Despite this, she feels drawn to Raja's affection and care.
Raja
He is Malini's 55yearold husband. He is patient, gentle, and understanding. Raja has a deep affection for Malini, which he shows through tender gestures and words of comfort. Despite a latenight fight, he seeks out Malini to reassure her of his love. His physical touch brings solace to Malini, who feels vulnerable and loved by him. Raja's mature age and experience give him a unique perspective on relationships, which he uses to counsel Malini.
I was sitting on the road side bench.
It was exactly 12:30 am at night.
I came here at 8:30 pm in the night after I had a fight with Raja.
I didn’t know how he found me sitting here at this time of night.
He must have searched for me everywhere before coming here.
I was just sitting here doing nothing, thinking about what happened tonight and how Raja treated me like a shit.
I didn’t know when I fell asleep while sitting here and how long I had slept for.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and saw a man standing in front of me with his face hidden behind a mask so that I couldn’t see his face.
The man was wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans.
His body was smelling like a perfume, manly salted taste.
I could smell it up to my nostrils.
I tense at the unfamiliar contact, my muscles coiling as I push myself against the far end of the bench.
The stranger's hand lingers in the air where my shoulder had been.
Through the mask's eyeholes, I catch a glint that makes my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" my voice comes out shakier than I intend it to.
The man tilts his head, studying me, but remains silent.
His cologne grows stronger as he shifts closer, ignoring the space I've created between us.
My fingers grip the edge of the bench, knuckles whitening.
In that moment, I realized I wasn't alone in the darkness.
I stare at the masked man's approaching figure, my fingers digging into the wooden slats of the bench.
The streetlight catches a glint in his eyes, reminding me of Raja's gaze.
He sits down, leaving a careful space between us, and begins to remove his black leather gloves one finger at a time.
My breath catches as he reaches toward me again, but his movements are deliberate, almost gentle.
The scent of his cologne mingles with a familiar undertone I can't quite place.
When his bare hand brushes my arm, I shiver but don't pull away.
His whispered words cut through the night, "You need to come with me."
My legs feel heavy as I stand, watching the masked man's back while he walks ahead.
The alley entrance looms before us, a dark mouth between buildings.
Distant streetlights cast long shadows across broken pavement.
He pauses, turning back to extend his hand.
That familiar cologne wafts toward me again, making my heart race.
His fingers curl invitingly, waiting.
I take small steps forward, my heels clicking against concrete.
Though my mind screams to run, my body moves as if pulled by an invisible thread.
When I'm close enough, his warm hand wraps around mine.
He leans in, his voice barely above a whisper, "Raja sent me to find you."
I freeze, my heart pounding louder than the distant city hum, "Why would he do that after everything?"
The masked man hesitates, then replies, "Because he knows you're the only one who can stop what's coming."
