Rajesh (40 years old ) who calls himself as Raj had seen only success in his life… Due to this success he consider himself as a demi god and behaves as if everyone around are worthless in front of him… This attitude made me irritated and i felt i should take Revenge on him…
Raj’s wife was a reasonably pleasant woman... although not attractive but a dusky beauty . Her name was Aishwarya Rajesh .
She was decent traditional woman mid 30’s and it was always an achievement to make such traditional woman to cheap slut…
The perfect revenge came to me late at night. I need very little sleep so I was able to immediately put parts of the plan in place. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
A couple of days later, a package was delivered to the clueless woman. I did not need to read her mind since I already knew what it was. She was the happy winner of a some salon-quality health and beauty products, starting with some shampoo and conditioner. She ‘remembered’ entering a web-based contest and the ‘you are a winner’ email. I had a little chuckle over some of her answers on the survey about her hair, skin, and so forth. It was amusing to see how self-deluded humans can be.
The next morning was a glorious day- the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everything was fresh and clean, but it was a great day nonetheless. By noon, Aishwarya Rajesh was out in her garden hard at it. I Said hello across the fence and was pleased to notice a change already. Aishwarya Rajesh usually wore saree as she was from village.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rajesh,. “You are looking very nice today. Is that a new hairstyle?”
“Oh, hello. Uh, not so much a new style as a new shampoo. Isn’t it amazing what the right shampoo can do for you? I’ve always used the cheap stuff, but I guess that you get what you pay for.” She continued to prattle on good-naturedly for several minutes with no encouragement from me.
Having nothing special to do I was perfectly happy listening to her prattle. Truth be told, it was more interesting than what was going through that junk heap she called a mind.
Raj’s wife was a reasonably pleasant woman... although not attractive but a dusky beauty . Her name was Aishwarya Rajesh .
She was decent traditional woman mid 30’s and it was always an achievement to make such traditional woman to cheap slut…
The perfect revenge came to me late at night. I need very little sleep so I was able to immediately put parts of the plan in place. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
A couple of days later, a package was delivered to the clueless woman. I did not need to read her mind since I already knew what it was. She was the happy winner of a some salon-quality health and beauty products, starting with some shampoo and conditioner. She ‘remembered’ entering a web-based contest and the ‘you are a winner’ email. I had a little chuckle over some of her answers on the survey about her hair, skin, and so forth. It was amusing to see how self-deluded humans can be.
The next morning was a glorious day- the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everything was fresh and clean, but it was a great day nonetheless. By noon, Aishwarya Rajesh was out in her garden hard at it. I Said hello across the fence and was pleased to notice a change already. Aishwarya Rajesh usually wore saree as she was from village.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rajesh,. “You are looking very nice today. Is that a new hairstyle?”
“Oh, hello. Uh, not so much a new style as a new shampoo. Isn’t it amazing what the right shampoo can do for you? I’ve always used the cheap stuff, but I guess that you get what you pay for.” She continued to prattle on good-naturedly for several minutes with no encouragement from me.
Having nothing special to do I was perfectly happy listening to her prattle. Truth be told, it was more interesting than what was going through that junk heap she called a mind.