Characters :-
1. Supriya Chowdhury : Bengali TV Actress-Dancer cum renowned social activist, 37 yrs.
2. Sushovan Chowdhury : Eminent Author, Supriya's Husband, 38 yrs.
3. Suman Chowdhury : Their Son, Agent of a Pvt. Insurance Company, 19 yrs.
4. Soma ( Doll ) Chowdhury : Their Daughter & Rahim’s wife, Playback Singer, 18 yrs.
5. Pamela Desouza : Suman's Finance, Classical Dancer, 18 yrs.
6. Mariana Desouza : Pamela's Mother, 36 yrs, Housewife & Social Activist.
7. Joseph Desouza : Pamela's father, 38 yrs, Businessman.
8. Bhupinder Singh : Producer cum Director, 35 yrs.
9. Huma Qureshi : Bhupinder's wife, Film-actress, 32 yrs.
10. Rahim Seikh: Soma’s Husband, Cricket Player, 21 yrs.
11. Rahamat Seikh : Rahim’s father, Bhupinder's Assistant cum Driver, 39 yrs.
12. Swami Nityananda : Head priest of Maa Saradashram.
13. And few supporting characters.
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Few unknown terms mainly used in Bengali : -
Jamai ( Son-in-law ),
Bouma ( Son's wife ),
Sasuri ( Wife's / Husband's Mother ),
Sasur ( Wife's / Husband's Father ),
Mamoni ( Mummy ),
Bapi ( Daddy ),
Dada ( Elder Brother ),
Anchal ( Last portion of Saree ),
Saree ( 18'X4' Cloth ),
Saya ( Petticoat ),
Sindoor ( Vermilion ) Sinthi ( 3" long hairy slit in the middle portion of head..... just above the forehead ),
Aashram ( A holy place for Puja & Prayer ),
Sadhu ( Saint / Priest )
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Supriya Chowdhury was an all-star mom no doubt. Her personality had this sweet aura that drew a lot of people towards her..... specially the lovers of Bengali TV serials. It seemed like she was happy all the time and always secured about where she had been and where she was going. She exhibited confidence and intelligence, but at the same time she had this naïve nature to her personality that gave off a hint of vulnerability.
While her magnetic personality was a huge drawn for men and women alike..... specially her fans, her most important features that garnered attention were her looks. She was hot.... she was average in height, standing at 5'6" and 62 kgs. She was a natural beauty and wore her hair down about six inches past her shoulders. At 37, she was still young and sexy for a mom.
She wasn't one of these prissy, stuck up women. She was extremely cute and fun, and would always hang round with her fans, whether it was in a film-party, or in the gathering of ceremony or in social activities. She wasn't a tomboy by any means.... she had two brothers growing up, so she was habituated to hanging out with boys.
It seemed the famous 'Chowdhury House' of South Kolkata was quiet today...... the mature couple Supriya & Sushovan was still asleep. But suddenly Supriya jumped up in acute fear... which made her husband waking up too in a harsh as he looked at her face surprisingly. She was soaking wet in perspiration.... the Satan accusing her for her infidelity.
"What's the matter, darling?" Sushovan asked.
She was dreaming the same fearful incident for the last last three days. She didn't say that to her husband..... thinking it a normal dream. But when it appeared three days consecutively, she couldn't help herself anymore.... as she burst out in tears. Her husband tried to soothe her..... console her..... taking her in his loving embrace.... and that made her to open herself.
"I think you should talk about this with our family-priest," Her husband advised her.
"B... b...u...tt, you know it's so embarrassing," Supriya felt herself confused.
"I don't think so..... I'm sure he would understand," He tried to persuade her.
"OK..... as you say..... will you go with me?"
"It's a serious and sensitive matter.... you should talk with him by yourself."
So, next morning she went out for 'Maa Saradashram' with shaky legs..... her heart was thumping like a novice examinee..... the faces of her two children, son-in-law, relatives, friends flashing in her mind. Oh God! What an embarrassing situation it might be if they ever got to know the truth.
Her only son Suman, a shy young and introvert agent of an Insurance company was away with his friends at the club and wouldn't be home soon. Although her beautiful married daughter was arrived yesterday on occasion of the Bengal's great festival 'Durgapuja', her son-in-law wouldn't be able to come on account of participating in the national level cricket match.
So, the great religious minded mother of two Supriya Chowdhury proceeded to 'Maa Saradashram' alone by herself.... mulling over the issue in her mind but couldn't seem to get anywhere. Then she remembered it was Thursday..... a special day for prayer..... almost all the disciples would arrive there and she must not be missed.
Although the large 'Ashram'.….. protected by a high-rise fencing.... a place, just one km away from her house, she couldn't attend the daily 'Puja & Prayer' at the 'Ashram' because of her irregular shooting schedule. But today, she thought she might find some answers there.... which were constantly irritating her mind for the last few days.
However before going there she quietly and quickly showered in the sacred river 'The Ganges' and dressed in a red-bordered white Saree with a white blouse, she used for her 'Puja' only and left the house without waking her still sleeping daughter.
She slipped into the back of the 'Ashram' just to avoid the rush when she could hear a shooting religious song..... singing in chorus.... making the atmosphere heavenly. As she entered the large worship-room, she saw at least fifty devotees praying with the the great priest Swami Nityananda Maharaj.
The great priest stood in front of the marble statue of the goddess 'Maa Parvati', dressed in just a long saffron 'Dhuti'. He was a tall lean man in his early 40's with long hairs, strong body and stern eyes behind his horn rimmed glasses.
After the song, he gave a sermon about how Satan uses the temptations of the flesh to lure people to sin and that all the Hindus must guard against the Satan. He ended by saying that the next Thursday he would tell the congregation specifically what they must do to resist these temptations.
Many devotees had gathered there with their desires.... they wanted blessing of the great Sanyasi Swami Nityananda Maharaj. The devotees were satisfied by seeing him.... and he not only fulfilled the desire of his devotees but also, gave mental peace, serenity to them, somehow he found out a solution of their problems.
Nityanandaji used to say his devotees the common consolation like.....‘It might be happened something more bad, but not happened. So you should be thankful to the great Goddess Parvati if not so bad happened. Actually people used to suffer for their own desires which they aspired always and in accordance with the human nature, they got desires and necessary ways to fulfill them.'
The Holy monk used to give different varieties of Prasad like flowers, fruits, red thread, vermillion, bibhuti and holy water... cleaning the idols of various Gods and Goddesses. He was a great devotee of the Goddess Parvati and devil Satan. He was a renowned Yogi and he used to teach ‘Astanga Yoga' as a powerful way to protect someone from the curse of Satan.
Supriya couldn't wait a week...... she had to get some answers immediately. As the priest stood at the door..... saying goodbye to his flock, she hung back... so that she was the last one out. The priest furrowed his brow when he saw her.
He was always a man of God...... devoting himself to the Goddess Parvati and savior, never allowing himself to stray from the path or indulge in temptation. This is until he noticed the concerning face of his favourite disciple Supriya. He'd never lusted after a woman like this before, never once even thought about sex after he took his vows, and never has so much as touched himself.
Forgive me father for I guess I have lost my chastity," Said Supriya.... almost in whisper. "It's been two weeks since my last confession."
"May the Goddess Parvati be in your heart and confess your sins with pure heart...... But what took you so long, my child?" He asked.
"My life can be hectic," Supriya said. "And I.... I was scared."
"There is nothing to fear, tell me what is on your heart," He queried in a heavenly smile. "Come with me..... and confess your sins to Maa Parvati." as he proceeded to the beautiful marble statue.
“I have sinned, Guruji. I need the almighty's forgiveness..... lots of forgiveness..... please help me, ” Kneeling down in front of Swami Nityananda, the well-known TV serial actress Supriya Chowdhury almost pleaded in tearful eyes..... folding her hands.
“How have you sinned, my child?” The great saint of 'Maa Saradashram' said politely..... standing in the worship-room before the marble statue of the Goddess Parvati. "Confess in detail."
“Guruji, I’ve been fornicated with other than my husband and I think I've lost my chastity..... I need your advice to get the Almighty's blessing.” Tears rolling down heavily from the talented actress's innocent eyes as she continued her confession and hearing those slizzy encounters, his cock started twitching inside his long saffron Dhuti ( Saree type thin cloth ).
“Go on, my child..... and don't feel shy to utter the crude words we simply use.... like fuck, pussy, cunt etc. and so open yourself before the great Goddess Parvati without feeling shy..... I'm sure she would forgive you.”
“Well Guruji, you know very well..... being an actress I've to entertain a lot of producers, directors, actors etc. just to get a role....... and..... well..... I've to sex..... sorry I've to fu.... fuck a lot for those. However the worst thing is happened just a few days ago. I have to perform in a porn movie based on nude dance to comply the huze bank-loan I took one year ago. I often think, doing these I've lost my chastity and committed sin.... so I need your forgiveness...... see?”
“I see,” Said Nityanandaji...... licking his dried lips in acute excitement as he swallowed hard..... feeling extremely horny. He pushed his saffron Dhuti one side of his crotch and then grabbing his erection in his right hand, he started squeezing it through his undergarment..... a scanty briefs.
“Go on, my child, who have you had to sex in your porn movie?”
“The producer of the film ( Bhupinder Singh ) and his Nepali driver cum assistant ( Bahadur Thapa )..... and the most worst thing is, I fucking love all the fuckings I get from them. But then, suddenly, I realize that it’s not right, is it Guruji? For me to like get fucked by the people.... belonging to other castes? I mean I just love getting fucked.... and dancing for my two porn heros..... letting them feel me up and fuck me, it’s not right, is it Guruji?”
“It's OK..... Having sex with other than your own caste can't be a sin..... rather I think the Almighty Goddess Parvati would bless you for spreading the message of Communal Harmony among the peoples?”
"Communal Harmony!" She watched him with a querying look.
"Yes my child..... at present, we all should give priority for spreading the message of 'Communal Harmony' through out the country to curb the acute clash and riot among different castes.... and thereby wake up the compassion among them. To me, you're one of my reliable devotees to implement this great task..... cause, for a long time I've noticed your love, sympathy, affection for the peoples of other castes. And now allowing them to have sex with you, you've done a heavenly task. I'm really proud of you."
“Thank you Guruji..... you've lessened my anxiety," Once again tears rolling down from her eyes in joy..... feeling light-hearted as she bent forward.... touching the great Saint's sacred feet with her forehead.
"You sure get to know, how much your fans would enjoy your porn? I think it's your obligation to give enjoyment to your fans.... so don't feel yourself guilty," The senior most priest of 'Maa Saradashram' assured the famous serial actress as he blessed her by touching her head with his right hand.
"You're right Guruji..... I've already gotten so many appreciations from them..... specially for a striptease dance scene I've performed in that porn."
"Nude dance..... fantastic, " Nityanandaji looked highly excited. "You know..... I'm a blind fan of your dance.... and I jerked so many nights thinking your nude dance.... so please send that porn in my mobile as soon as possible."
"It's my pleasure, Guruji.” Supriya smiled happily and Nityanandaji could take no more as he could feel his cum boiling in his ballsac.
“Ohhhhhh..... Almighty! Please help me to fulfill my dream,” He whispered to himself and he couldn't hold himself no more as his spunk gushed out into his thin briefs. However the spasms had died away soon when her voice came back to him..
“What did you just say, Guruji?”
“I..... er..... was just uttering a prayer for the well-being of you, my child,” He managed to say.
“Oh! I thought I’d got you all randy and you just cum into your Dhuti, Guruji? Don't feel yourself shy, Guruji.... if you really did so, I’d love to lick the filthy cream off of your holy cock and balls? I love scummy cocks and balls..... and do you want me to come to your room later, Guruji?"
"In my room!" He queried.
"Yes.... I've seen the look in your eyes..... the same look I've seen often in my fans' eyes. I know you want to fuck me, Guruji.... Fuck! I’ve always wanted to fuck around with a Holy man of fucking God!” With that, she stood in front of the great priest..... pushing the 'Anchal' ( Last portion of Saree ) away from her heaving chest, proud..... massaging her own nipples through the near-see-through braless blouse.
"Ohhhhhh..... please my child, don't tease me," Nityanandaji felt his deflating cock tried to rise it's head.
“Like my tits, Guruji? All my fans like my tits, they dream to squeeze ‘em..... they cherish to lick ‘em..... suck 'em and I love it! My fans drooling over them, their fucking cocks standing like rock. But I love most the fucking effect I have on my younger fans..... they are my favorites."
"Yes baby..... you're a real slut...... a true devotee of the Almighty."
"Thanks Guruji..... my Punjabi porn hero cum producer Bhupinder Singh says that too. He doesn’t like to wash his cock and I fucking love sniffing his dirty cock and making a big show of licking his caviar. I don’ swallow, I just get it into my mouth, swirl it around a bit, savoring the taste and then drool it outta my mouth," She looked at the priest with a wicked grin.
"Please continue, my child..... don't miss a single event..... it's so hot."
"Then I let it drool onto my tits, wipe it over these tits ( she squeezed them over her blouse ) and down over my belly ( her fingers traced a line down that fantastic belly ). I just love the stink of sex..... fucking..... and piss. You can piss on me too if you like, Guruji..... yes, your holy urine.... bathing me fully..... and purifying my body? In my mouth, up my cunt and up my ass-hole.... I love the hot squirting feel of urine. The feel of my innards filled with your piss is fantastic!”
"Oh God.... I can't wait to see that hot porn..... specially the scene of your nude dance. Is it available in the net?"
"No Guruji, it's a pay-site..... however you wouldn't have to worry, I want to show it in real. But is it OK, Guruji..... in the worship-room.... before the Goddess Parvati, " She asked in confusion.
"Don't hesitate..... it's your profession..... she will bless you," The saint assured excitedly in anticipation of enjoying her live nude dance as Supriya stood up..... and very slowly, in streap-teasing way, she removed her Saree.
After that she put her hands behind her head which had the effect of stretching the thin sleeveless blouse on her heavy chest.... and spilling out almost all the boobs from the low-neckline blouse. In lower portion her light coloured petticoat's knot was tied at least three inches below of her deep navel.
The horny priest could hold himself no more when she started dancing like a hot professional belly-dancer. Instantly he kneeled down in front of his favourite disciple..... rubbing his face on her crotch over the petticoat. She twirled her body like a true cabaret dancer..... raising the hem of the petticoat above her knees so that her Guruji got a close view that he hardly could believe.
Under the Petticoat, she was wearing a once-white lace panties and the said panties was partially embedded in the deep cleft of a cameltoe cunt. The crotch was dirty and heavily stained with pussy-juices and urine.... she was still with her hands behind her head as she looked down where he was staring hungrily.
“Guruji, do you see how horny and wet I'm..... my cunt’s been drooling ‘cause I love showing off it to you. It makes me so fucking horny to see you lusting and knowing you want to fuck me. Do you like the look of it? I’ve got a good cameltoe cunt, haven’t I Guruji? Now watch me dance for you which I did in my porn." She moved closer and began a sensual undulating movement in which she somehow managed to jerk her hips in a fucking motion.
Her tits had an up-and-down jiggling movement, seemingly as if her body was made of rubber. She moved closer so that her cunt was almost on a level with his flushed face.
“Can you smell me, Guruji? Can you smell my horny cunt. You can lick me if you want, and of course you’re going to fuck me, aren’t you, Guruji? I know you can’t resist.... can you Guruji?” She licked her lips sensuously as her movements became faster, even frenzied.... and her breathing became fast and erotic as she became more aroused.
"OMG! I've never seen such erotic dance in my whole life, my child!"
“I fucking love the effect I have on you..... and now I want you to fuck me, Guruji!” With that she loosened the knot of her Saya ( Petticoat ) and let it slide down and fall on the floor. She then dropped to her knees in front of him. She pushed him slowly so that he could lay back on the floor..... and then she slid his Dhuti up his thighs.
“Oooh! I like your briefs, Guruji..... nice and sexy and it feels squishy in there. Did I make you cum? I sure did, didn’t I Guruji? I see you've already spunked in your briefs and you had to lie to me then about praying for my well-being." She grinned as her hands gently pulled the waistband of his briefs down. Her face was in his groin as she revealed his cock.
“Oooh Guruji! You’ve already shot a load for me right in your briefs. It smells fucking nasty, the smell of your cum and piss!” She winked rubbing his soaked briefs..... and taking a long sniff of it. His cock cock lay up his belly, twitching uncontrollably as he watched her lift his hairy balls and began to lick and suckle at them. She grasped his cock as she licked her way up the shaft.... wiping his semen over her face as she did so.
“Do you have any caviar, Guruji?” She breathed. “You have a wonderful cock, and I’m wondering when you last washed it? But I love the fucking smell and taste of a filthy cock. I bet you wank a lot..... surely dreaming to see my nude dance. In your bed at night do you jerk off on images in your mind of fucking me, Guruji? Do you dream of licking and sucking my cunt as you wank in your bed at night?” She grinned wickedly.
"Ohhhhhh..... yes my child, I often did," He gasped..... his cock was now rock-hard and clean by the sweeping of her tongue. At the top where the crown pushed out, she skinned it down a little and took deep sniffs..... waggling it under her nose.
“I think you might have some more, Guruji, I can smell it..... let’s take a look…...” She skinned it right back. “Fuck, Guruji! Your cock is so beautiful and holy, just fucking holy! And look, you do have some under the head...... in the ridge!"
"Yesssssss..... baby, clean that too."
"Ooh FUCK! I love that fucking SMELL!” Her nose was at it again, sniffing...... and sniffing some more, she raised her head. “It’s beautiful, Guruji.... smells fucking fantastic. I love cheesy cocks, they smell like dried fish!”
That's when Swami Nityananda had the flashes of himself in Hell..... sitting alongside Satan himself while Satan watched and slowly wanked a huge, filthy-looking cock as he said, “You know that you’ve crossed the line of the sacred path a priest should follow strictly, don’t you? I’ve got you hooked and you’re wriggling on my line now, Nityanandaji. No going back to your holy prayer and worthless advice thing..... yes, you’re hooked on perversion. You won’t be able to repent now, you’re fucking about with me and not resisting.... so basically, you’re mine..... ha.... ha..... ha!”
The supreme soul of Swami Nityananda shouted hearing the Satan's rebuke and threat as he tried to wake up his own conscience..... but he couldn't..... because the pointy tongue of his glamorous disciple was now licking under the ridge of glans. She was collecting his filth in her mouth..... her sensual licking compelled him to surrender to the carnal lust..... kicking off his morals.
“Wanna kiss me, Guruji?” She breathed..... nearing his mouth..... her lips inches away from his lips as he came back in his real world. “Wanna share your own filth in a dirty kiss?”
She didn’t wait for his reply, her mouth mashed down on his, her tongue flicking in and out. She was breathing fast and he was wanking his rigid cock as she kissed him..... now deeply. He could smell his own filth off in her mouth and he could taste it now, too. After that she stood up..... spreading her legs apart and slid her middle finger up and down that beautiful cameltoe cunt..... pushing the slicked lace panties further into the deep cleft.
“Take a good look and a smell of my dirty wet panties, Guruji. Lick them...... yeah..... like that. Lick at them..... ohhhhhh.... yesssss.... and take a deep smell of meeeee......" Swami Nityananda just followed her dictating..... smelling and licking like a hungry wolf..... pushing his nose into that cameltoe.
She then hooked a thumb into the waistband and pulled the thin panties down for his better access. Her knee was trembling now, she herself was so excited. Again his inmost soul cried out, 'Remember Swamiji, now you’re working for Satan, and he wants you to sink you in carnal desires. He wants you to have the illegal pleasures that the Almighty-fucking-god has been denying you so far.' However his conflicting mind diverted quickly hearing his sexy disciple's voice.
“Lick me out, Guruji. Push your tongue into my fucking dirty hole and taste the slime. Does it smell good? I was fucked last night by my husband and this morning by my porn producer, and I haven’t washed. My cunt smells of the rotting combined sperms of the Punjabi producer and my husband. I can smell it from up here. The fucking dirty stuff that was squirted up there last night and the night before and the night before that! Smells fucking gorgeous!"
"Umnmmmmnnnn...... yes, I can smell that mixture.... it's so fucking hot..... I like it, " Swami Nityananda mumbled..... rubbing his face vigorously on her soaking cunt.
"Ooooh, Swamiji! Lick me out! Lick that fucking smelly dirtbox clean! Ohhhhhh..... you’ve found my clit..... my nubbin, my hooded lady, my clam, it’s big Guruji, it’s fucking erect just like your cock. Lick it gently..... OOOHH yea, gorgeous, let me skin it back for you, Guruji, you can taste my cunt cheese." With that the horny actress held her cunt open with her two fingers.
She thrust it into his face...... wiggle it all over his face. And just as he sucked her clit into his mouth, she pulled his head into her cunt and began a wild thrusting..... banging motion against his face as her cunt gushed slime into his mouth. She orgasmed..... mewling like a kitten and gasping for breath.
Then with a swift move, she was on his lap, his cock was up her and his eight inches of thick hard meat stretched that mature cunt. Instantly she started to buck on him in frenzied motion as he put his hands up her tight blouse..... removing it swiftly and freed her tight knockers.
Grabbing those beautiful upturned tits in his strong hands, he kneaded them..... pinching the rock hard brown nipples. Those ministrations made her even more horny as she jerked on him madly.... so he could feel the head of his cock scraping the very top of her cunt.
Nityanandaji tried to match with her fervor, his thrusts growing more forceful as he neared his own peak. Their cries of pleasure filled the otherwise quiet worship-room, making it impossible to ignore the intensity of their passion. Her body convulsed as her orgasm hit her, causing her to dig her nails into his shoulders. He watched her beautifully, his heart pounding in his chest as he finally reached his own peak. With a final, hard thrust, he joined her in ecstasy, his moans echoing hers.
“Oooh Fuck! Fuck! FUCKKKKKK! Yessss!" She hissed at him. “Squeeze my fucking tits..... hard.... squeeze those nipples. I’m fucking cumming, ohhhhhh Fuck! I’m squirting..... no no I'm pissing on you, Guruji..... and in the sacred worship-room in front of the Goddess Parvati. Please Maa, forgive me for dirtying this sacred place..... but what about you Guruji, do you like it? Ohhhhhh Fucking God! Your cock feels so fucking good, Guruji. OOOHH! Fuck!"
The horny actress hissed while Nityanandaji pushed his hip upward to match with her downward thrusts. At the same time he tried to mumble few 'Mantras' to keep himself free from the silly impact of Satan's curse. But till then he could hear the warning of Satan, 'Whatever you pray for, you won't be successful now, Nityanandaji! Not only that, just to fulfill your perverse pleasure, you've damaged the sanctity of this holy worship-room..... you'll be heavily punished for this.'
"Please have mercy on me..... " The great priest tried to persuade.
"Ha.... ha.... ha..... you've already crossed that..... now you belong to me and all the lust I've given you! Your God is finished! I've owned you now...... you’re feeling the warmth and lust of carnal pleasures..... squirting your spunk up me, Swamiji..... yes, fuck that filthy cunt!'
"Oh my God..." Supriya murmured, trying to catch her breath. "That was incredible."
"Yes, it was," Nityanandaji agreed..... coming back in reality, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry if I got carried away, but you're so irresistible."
She laughed softly, running her fingers through his tousled hair. "Don't apologize. You're just human," She replied, smiling coyly. Her hand traced circles on his hairy chest, soothing his rapid heartbeat. "It's okay to have these feelings, especially when we care for each other."
Nityanandaji sighed deeply, feeling a mix of relief and regret. "You're right. It's just...I don't want to cross any lines here."
"Well, you're only human, Guruji," She said rolling her eyes playfully and, smirking. "We're all capable of feeling strong emotions."
Nityananda Maharaj looked down at his sweaty chest, running his fingers through his long messy hair. "I know, I know," He sighed, trying to regain composure. "But I can't help but worry about what this means for our relationship, both personally and professionally."
"So, where do we go from here?" She asked, genuinely curious.
Nityanandaji sighed deeply, his eyes searching hers. "I don't know, my child. I want you, but I also value my integrity and my commitment to my faith. I'm torn between these two conflicting impulses."
"Don't worry Guruji..... I think time would heal your torn mind.... and one last thing Guruji, you know my daughter is trying to be a mother since her marriage, but the Gyno-Specialist confirmed her infertility," Supriya said before leaving the Ashram in some concerning look. "I know only you can find a way out."
"Yes, last week she came here for that..... and I gave her a 'Jaba Flower' blessed by Maa Parvati," Nityanandaji said.
"I know that Guruji..... she told me everything and she is following your instructions strictly by keeping that 'Blessed Flower' under her pillow on which she slept putting her head," Supriya replied.
"Thanks, I'm sure 'Maa Parvati' would fulfill her dream," Nityanandaji assured the concerning Bengali mother.
To be continued......