Weight of Motherhood

The Party

As the car glided through the night, Shyam gazed out the window, his mind lost in thought. Govardhan, sitting beside him, seemed engrossed in his phone, but his eyes kept drifting towards Shyam.

Shyam, sensing a gaze, turned to find Govardhan's eyes quickly shifting away, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. But Shyam had caught the look - a lingering, intense gaze that made his heart skip a beat.

As the minutes passed, Shyam found himself stealing glances at Govardhan, taking in the strong lines of his jaw, the curve of his neck, the way his beard shadowed his face. He felt a flutter in his chest, a sensation he couldn't quite explain.

Govardhan, too, couldn't resist looking at Shyam, his eyes drawn to the slender fingers drumming on Shyam's thigh, the delicate curve of his ears, the soft pout of his lips. He felt a stirring in his chest, a spark of attraction he couldn't ignore.

The air inside the car grew thick with tension, the silence between them charged with unspoken emotions.

As the car pulled up to the party venue, Shyam's mind was still reeling from the charged silence between them. "I'm straight, why am I thinking like this?" he thought, his heart racing with confusion.

Govardhan's hand on his stopped him from opening the door, his touch sending a spark through Shyam's body. "Let me get out and open it for you," Govardhan said, his voice low and husky. "We need to make a good impression. I might have to touch you, I'm sorry for that."

Shyam's cheeks flushed as Govardhan's fingers wrapped around his, his palm warm against Shyam's slender hand. Govardhan opened the door and offered his arm, helping Shyam out of the car.

As Shyam stepped out in his high heels, he wobbled slightly, his ankles trembling. Govardhan's arm was there in an instant, his hand wrapping around Shyam's waist to steady him. Shyam's hands instinctively went to Govardhan's arm, his fingers digging into the muscular bicep as he sought balance.

As they mingled with the guests, Shyam couldn't help but feel like a trophy wife, his off-shoulder gown and high heels making him feel like a doll on display.

Govardhan's hand on his waist was possessive, yet gentle, and Shyam found himself leaning into the touch, despite his reservations.

Kavita's smile seemed to grow wider as the night wore on, her eyes glinting with triumph.

Shyam's mind raced with possibilities - what had she done to them? Was this some kind of elaborate plan to somehow impact the relationship between him and Sumitra?

As they circulated, Shyam caught snippets of conversation - business deals, mergers, and acquisitions. He realized that this was more than just a party; it was a networking event, and he was Govardhan's key to unlocking new connections.

"Hello, Govardhan, it's been far too long!" James exclaimed, his British accent warm and familiar.

Emma, his wife, smiled brightly beside him.
"Yes, we've missed you! Where's Sumitra? We adore her, she's always so charming."

Kavita appeared at Govardhan's side, a knowing glint in her eye. "Ah, Sumitra's taking it easy at home. You know how pregnancy can be."

She gestured to Shyam, resplendent in his off-shoulder gown. "Allow me to introduce Rani Soumya, Govardhan's second wife."

James's eyes roved over Shyam, his gaze lingering on the delicate curve of his neck.

Emma's smile faltered, a flicker of jealousy dancing across her face. Shyam felt a thrill of excitement, ashamed to admit he enjoyed the attention.

"Delighted to meet you, Rani Soumya," James said, his voice low and husky.

Emma's eyes narrowed, her tone icy. "Yes, welcome to our little gathering."

Govardhan's hand slipped from Shyam's waist, leaving him feeling bereft. "If you ladies will excuse us, James and I have some business to discuss."

Dhirendra hovered eagerly, inserting himself into the conversation.

Emma's smile returned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come, my dear Rani, let's leave the men to their dull talk. We can create our own fun at the bar."

She took Shyam's arm, her touch light and possessive. "I simply adore your gown, Rani. Tell me, who designed it?"

"Ahm, thanks. I am not sure, Govardhan brought it for me"

"How sweet..." Emma said "so tell me how you did handle the monster inside his pants on the first night"

The sudden change in the tone of Emma's words made Shyam flustered and spat out the wine he was drinking. "I am sorry what?"

"You know, Sumitra never stopped commenting about Govardhan's stamina", Emma continued
"The way she used to describe him felt like she had the best time in the bed. James had to formally ask his secret."

Shyam's eyes widened in shock, his face burning with embarrassment. "I...I don't think that's appropriate," he stuttered, trying to compose himself.

Emma's laughter was husky and seductive. "Oh, come now, Rani. We're all adults here. I'm sure you've heard the rumors about Govardhan's...abilities."

"Emma, I heard Soumya never got a chance to feel Govardhan's love," Kavita said, her voice dripping with malice. "You know how Sumitra bhabhi gets possessive of her husband. Don't you remember last time?"

Emma's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Ah, how can I forget? I thought Sumitra would kill me when she saw me flirting with Govardhan."

Kavita continued, not letting Shyam speak. "Poor thing, how long have you been married to him?"

"9 months! Can you believe it?" Kavita exclaimed.

Emma's eyes widened. "What? And you never even kissed him?"

Shyam wanted to correct her, but he didn't want to give Kavita the satisfaction of knowing how he had almost given in to Govardhan's advances on their first night.

"I'm going to change that tonight," Emma said, her voice husky. She handed Shyam a glass of clear liquid, which he suspected was vodka.

He tried to decline, but Emma forced him to take a sip. As he swallowed, he felt a pill dissolve in his mouth.

Within minutes, his body began to burn with a familiar sensation, similar to when he had taken Viagra with Priya, but slightly different. His manhood lay dormant inside his panties but his asshole started to get relaxed as if expecting something inside them.

Shyam afraid of what would happen tried to look for Govardhan.

He just wanted to get out of here, he saw govardhan getting coming towards them and he walked displaying his previous drunk body.