Manish

Somebody might work in. Please let me Go !

Manish looked at the calendar. It was three years since his dad had passed away. He still remembered how Manisha, his mother was devastated by his death. But kudos to her, she had selflessly and single handedly put him through College, till he had got his degree. Soon thereafter, he had managed to get a job. Things couldn't have been better & he was happy, that his mother could now relinquish her job. The death anniversary of his father was fast approaching and for the first time in the last many years, he was contributing finances necessary for the expenses. Usually they had most of their relatives arriving at least a day before the necessary ceremonies would be performed. It was no different this time around and the relatives started pouring in for the traditional rituals. The day came and everything worked out excellently and Manish was feeling pretty satisfied, that he had not failed in his duty. As the day came to an end, the relatives began to leave. There were the usual tears, and goodbyes floating around. Manish was busy seeing them off. After the last of the guests had left or so he thought, he proceeded to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As he entered the kitchen, he was stunned by the scene that was in front of him. His father's youngest brother Uncle Siddharth was trying to kiss his mother and she was helplessly resisting him as he continued to forcibly hug her. He had both his arms around her and was forcing her against the kitchen platform, and due to his strength, her back was arched over the kitchen platform. Manish was so infuriated, that when he was about to make his presence felt, he heard his mom say

"Please, For Gods sake let me go. Somebody might walk in, please Siddh let me go."

Manish heard her and noted that she was referring to Uncle Siddharth as sid and that set him thinking that she probably was avoiding him due to the chance of somebody seeing them rather than her resisting him as he had earlier thought.

"Come on Manisha, you have not been with a man since you have been widowed. Surely you need to be taken care of. Why not allow me? You must be masturbating! A prick is a prick and a dildo can never be a substitute for the original. Come on honey; give me a kiss at least."

Manish barged in, and pulled the bastard off her. Before he knew what happened, he had kneed him in his groin. Siddharth yelped in pain and as his head came down, his knee continued till Siddharth's chin made contact with his raised knee. Siddharth screamed in pain and his head snapped back and met the base of Manish's palm hitting his nostril so hard, that the nasal septum cracked. Manish literally dragged Siddharth by his collar and kicked him out on to the street. To say his Mom was stunned with the brutality she witnessed her son let loose on Uncle Siddharth, would be an understatement.

Manisha tried to thank him and make conversation, but Manish would have none of it, and just plain avoided talking with her. This went on for weeks.. ~~~~~ For the full story Contact [email protected]