Nancy sighed as she slipped out of her saree and into her traditional Indian nightgown. The menopause phase she was going through had been a particularly harsh one, leaving her feeling unattractive and undesirable. She groaned as she climbed into bed, her body aching from the hot flashes that had plagued her all day.
Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard the door to her bedroom creak open. She turned to see Milan, her son-in-law, standing in the doorway.
"Mummy, can I come in?" he asked, his voice dripping with false sweetness.
Nancy groaned inwardly. Milan had been acting strange around her lately, making her feel uncomfortable with his lingering glances and suggestive comments. She had always seen him as a respectful and kind young man, but his demeanor had changed recently, and Nancy couldn't help but feel uneasy around him.
"I'm tired, Milan. I just want to go to sleep," she said, turning away from him and hoping he would take the hint.
But Milan didn't seem to get the message. He walked further into the room, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Come on, Mummy. We never get to talk anymore. Let's catch up," he said, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
Nancy tried to brush him off, but Milan was insistent. She could feel her nerves rising as he made small talk, his eyes roaming over her body in a way that made her skin crawl.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Milan, I really am tired. Please let me go to sleep," she said, her voice firm.
But Milan didn't seem to care about her exhaustion. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her face.
"You know, Mummy, I've always thought you were so beautiful. Even more so now," he said, making a suggestive comment that made Nancy's blood run cold.
She tried to laugh it off, but Milan became more insistent. He grabbed her arm, and Nancy tried to pull away, but he was too strong. She felt a sense of panic wash over her as he pushed her onto the bed, his body towering over her.
"Milan, stop! This isn't right," she cried, trying to stand her ground.
But Milan ignored her pleas. He started to undress, and Nancy felt a sense of panic wash over her. She tried to push him away, but he was too heavy. She cried out in pain as Milan entered her, feeling humiliated and violated.
Milan chuckled, calling Nancy uptight and frigid. He told her she needed to relax and enjoy it. Nancy felt disgusted and used, her mind going blank as Milan continued to thrust.
Finally, Milan finished, and Nancy felt a mix of relief and disgust. She pushed him off of her and quickly got dressed, her body shaking with anger and humiliation.
Milan tried to apologize, but Nancy cut him off. She told him never to touch her again and stormed out of the room, tears streaming down her face.
She cried in the bathroom, feeling dirty and used. She wondered how she'd face Milan and her daughter tomorrow.
Nancy decided to take a shower, hoping it would wash away the feeling of violation. She stepped into the hot water and let it flow over her, trying to relax.
As she washed away the remnants of the night, Nancy thought about confronting Milan and her daughter. But she knew it would only cause more pain. She decided to keep quiet and hope it never happened again.
As she got out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror, Nancy saw the same woman she'd always seen. But she felt different. She knew she'd never be the same after tonight.
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