The grand hall of the haveli bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight, casting long shadows that danced on the polished mahogany table where Maa Begum and Meerab were deeply immersed in sorting through the month’s accounts. The room, usually filled with the soft clinking of tea cups and the murmur of conversation, was unusually quiet. The calm of the space was a stark contrast to the storm that was about to erupt.
Meerab, having finished reviewing a stack of files, decided to fetch an additional document from her room. She left her phone on the table, its screen quietly glowing with Murtasim’s name. The phone’s ring, a gentle yet persistent chime, was soon noticed by Maa Begum. Seeing her son’s name flash on the screen, she assumed it was an urgent call and picked it up, thinking it might be important.
The moment Maa Begum answered, Murtasim’s voice came through the line, thick with unrestrained desire and longing. His words were dripping with seduction, and he was completely unaware that he was speaking to his mother.
“Meerab,” Murtasim began, his voice heavy with affection and lust. “I’ve been missing you all day. I can’t wait to get back home.”
Maa Begum’s eyes widened as she heard Murtasim’s voice laced with unmistakable desire. She tried to focus, her cheeks growing warm as he continued unabated.
“I’m craving you so much,” Murtasim’s voice grew more explicit. “I want to come back and take you roughly, make you scream my name in pleasure. I want to feel you beneath me, moaning with every touch. I want to hear you begging for more. Just thinking about it makes me wild.”
Maa Begum’s face turned beet red, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. She clutched the phone tightly, her fingers trembling as Murtasim’s voice became increasingly explicit.
“I’ve been dreaming about you in that red lingerie I bought you,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation. “The way it clings to your body... I want to tear it off and see you naked underneath. I want to make love to you hard and fast, leaving you breathless and wanting more. I want to hear you moaning my name, feeling every inch of me inside you. I want you to come apart in my arms.”
The explicit details were enough to make Maa Begum want to disappear. Her gaze flitted nervously around the room, desperate for any distraction from the scandalous conversation.
At that very moment, Meerab reentered the room, her expression curious when she saw Maa Begum with the phone. Her face quickly shifted to confusion and concern upon seeing the mortified look on her mother-in-law’s face.
“Maa Begum, what’s going on?” Meerab asked, her voice tinged with worry.
Maa Begum, overwhelmed by the scandalous content and desperate to escape the mortifying situation, cleared her throat with an effort. “M-Murtasim beta, Meerab kamre se file lene gayi thi. Maine phone uthaya tha... lo, usse baat karlo.”
With a face flushed with humiliation, Maa Begum thrust the phone towards Meerab and fled the room, her dignity trailing behind her.
Meerab, now holding the phone, saw Murtasim’s name still on the screen. “Hello? Murtasim, what’s happening?” she asked, her tone a mixture of confusion and concern.
On the other end, Murtasim’s voice shifted from sultry to utterly horrified as he realized his mistake. “Oh my God, Meerab! I thought I was talking to you. I didn’t realize it was Maa Begum! I am so, so sorry!”
Meerab’s face went pale as she realized the full extent of the situation. Her anger flared, and her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “You did what?! You talked like that to Maa Begum? Are you out of your mind?”
