Chapter 3: Climax
Finally Omkar got fed up of his 10 years of fucked up life. He decided he will go back to his hindu roots and actively perceive Vabiha without any remorse . He was tired of Moulana Jameel's bullshit and his own fucked up obsession with him. He was tired of the constant guilt and shame that plagued him every time he looked at Vabiha. He was tired of the endless nights spent in prayer, begging for forgiveness, only to be consumed by desire again the next day.
He straight went to the back side of the bungalow and peaked inside the bathroom window in hopes of catching a glimpse of Vabiha bathing but to his shock he saw Moulana Jameel taking a shower. He was taken aback by the sight of Moulana's lean, femenine body, glistening with water. Actually due to no phisical work and continuous studying inside air conditioned rooms his body had become more delicate.
His skin was soft, almost feminine in its smoothness. The centre of attraction was his full and round butt which is perfectly suitable to be called as bubble butt. Omkar never have been into men but today he a boner looking at the Moulana's ass. He quickly moved away from the window, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. He heard the bathroom door open and quickly composed himself, walking back towards the front of the house.
After some time Moulana Jameel emerged from the gate, dressed in fresh clothes as usual carrying the stale food and hard roti. He threw it infront of Omkar as he kept on doing since 10 years. But today Omkar said enough with this insult, he got up, grabbed Maulana's hand and dragged him to the secluded corner of the bungalow. "What are you doing Omkar? Have you lost your mind?" Moulana Jameel hissed, trying to pull his hand away.
Omkar didn't reply, instead he pushed onto the floor and tore his salwar from behind. He was wearing a black coloured femenine underwear. Actually it was a boy short panties with lace linings . Omkar was shocked to see Moulana Jameel wearing such a thing. He was always so strict about modesty and here he was, wearing something that was anything but modest. Omkar couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. Moulana Jameel glared at him, his face red with embarrassment and anger. "What are you laughing at, Omkar? This is not funny!" he snapped.
Omkar wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, trying to compose himself. "No, Moulana, it's not funny. It's just... unexpected. I never thought you'd be the type to wear... lace," he said, gesturing towards Moulana's underwear.