Mrs Sehgal: Family Values

By Arushi Raj

Mrs Sehgal comes home early to surprise her husband Ravi for his birthday. Instead, he surprises her with a girl half his age in their marital bed. Not one to be outdone, Mrs Sehgal leaves both Ravi and his mistress Prachi stunned when she offers to give Prachi a ride home.
Prachi can't figure out if this is an act of saintly kindness or a ruse to conveniently murder her and dump her body in the Arabian Sea. The only thing she is sure of is that Ravi is not going to be much of a help.
With everything to lose but nothing to be done, Prachi clumsily crawls into Mrs Sehgal's car.
​​​​​​'Mrs Sehgal' is a short story about love, betrayal, and unexpected companionship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arushi Raj
• Release date: Aug 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215818299

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Mrs Sehgal

Family Values Series

A Short Story by Arushi Raj

Copyright © Arushi Raj, 2022

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W ow.

She stood there in a blue chiffon sari as Ravi pulled out of me and scrambled for the duvet. Thus, effectively leaving me very much naked, on my fours, tits swinging like pendulums, eyes wide, and frozen. My mind completely shut down yet I was vaguely aware of Ravi mumbling something about it’s not what it looks like.

It’s not what it looks like? What else can it be? If I wasn’t paralysed by shock, I might have laughed out loud. As it was, I am kinda surprised that she didn’t. But then again, I don’t think she would find anything funny after walking in on her husband humping a 20-something like a dog in heat.

No, obviously she didn’t laugh. She just stood there staring at me just as I stayed here staring at her. We were both vaguely aware that Ravi was becoming louder and more hysterical with every passing second but neither of us could break out of our trance long enough to ask him to shut the fuck up.

We all probably would have stayed like this forever if she hadn’t decided to move and hand me my clothes. I tried not to focus on how easily my entire outfit bundled in her left fist. I tried even harder not to focus on her unwavering gaze as I shimmied into my black lacy