My younger brother woke up and started crying. Mom heard his cries and had to rush back. I quickly got down and pretended to be asleep. Mom entered the room and made him sleep. 15 mins later there was a knock at the door. I knew it was Khalid. Mom looked at me once. I pretended to be asleep. Mom quietly opened the door. She explained to him that she can’t come now, but said that she’ll finish what he has started.
We returned in the morning. Khalid told me what mother had told him. He said that he thinks that she is in love with him. He will tell her the truth but not the whole truth.He’ll say he is not the boss of her husband but a colleague. He acted thus so that he can get to her and tell her the truth. But he’ll not tell her our secret.
A couple of days later Khalid told me that he had met my mom today and told her the truth as planned. Even to his surprise she took it very well and didn’t get angry. But he didn’t tell me anything about his plans to take my mother to bed and make passionate love to her.
When mom came home she didn’t tell me anything about her meeting. A couple of days later mom told me that she has to go on a training relating to her job. She will be gone for 3 weeks. So she said that I and my brother have to stay with my Nana nani in the village for 3 weeks. I smelt something fishy because this was the first time she ever was attending any training. She will leave on Saturday. There were still 2 days to Saturday.
Meanwhile Khalid was completely avoiding me. He didn’t answer my repeated calls.
Next day when she returned from the office I saw she brought a big bag with her. She immediately put it in her closet as if hiding from me. I pretended not to see it. When she went to the temple in the evening I immediately opened her closet and opened the bag. There were a lot of new clothes in it. There are 5 new sarees which I could only guess from outside as the packets were still unopened, But I could see the models wearing the sarees on the cover. All the blouse were sleeveless and very transparent.
Then there were around 5 packets of lingerie and nightwear. Again looking at the models I could guess what was inside. It was a two-piece undergarment set, bra and lacy panty thongs, and a sleeveless cape that barely reached the thighs, a belt to tie the cape. Then there was some stuff related to makeup and a lot of bangles. A couple of packets of i-pills. I was sure that Khalid had brought this stuff for her. And this trip had something to do with him.
Suddenly her mobile phone rang. She had forgotten to take it with her. I quickly put the bag inside the closet and rushed to see her phone. I got a shock when I saw the caller Identity..’Khalid Janu’. I didn’t answer. Then after some time there was an SMS. It was from Khalid. I opened it. It read “How are the clothes jaan-e-man. All set for our Honeymoon in Goa now!” I now knew of the whole thing. It excited me to new levels, my mom was planning to celebrate her second Honeymoon with another man without even marrying him.
Anyway on Friday we left for our grandparents home. Next 3 weeks were agonizing. I wanted to see my mom in action with Khalid, and I missed all the things. I cursed Khalid.Anyways, after 3 weeks, we returned on Monday.Mom had got a lot of tans. I asked her what happened. She said that her training classes were in the open in New Delhi. So she got tan.
2 days later I noticed an SMS from Khalid that read “Did you like the pics and videos :X” when she was out to visit the temple.
I immediately opened her laptop and searched .jpg. I got numerous hits. I located the folder. It was titled HONEYMOON: PRATIBHA and KHALID. I was feeling the adrenaline. I immediately brought the pen drive and transferred the whole folder. It was 15 GB in size. My excitement knew no bounds.
I transferred the stuff to my laptop. I immediately opened the pics folder. There were many subfolders with dates. I opened the first one. There were some general pics of sceneries etc. Couple of the hotel room. Then there were pics of beach, Mom dressed in beachwear, not a bikini, but a loose sleeveless kurti that barely reached her waist and loose salwar that ended above her ankles.