Je was op zoek naar: life moves on and so should we (Engels - Bengali)

so should we.
আমাদেরও তাই করা উচিত।

but should we harbour resentment or lick our wounds and move on?
কিন্তু আমরা কী এখনো ক্ষোভ লালন করবো বা আমাদের ক্ষত পুষে রেখে চলতে থাকবো?

and multiply that by the number of people they have come into contact with....and so on and so forth.
আর এটার সাথে যোগ করেন সেই সব মানুষ যাদের সান্নিধ্যে তারা এসেছেন.

even lies… the problem lies in each of us, because our hearts are sealed… so should we still doubt the political dimension of literature?
এখন প্রশ্ন হল আমরা কি রাজনৈতিক ভাবে সাহিত্যের যে গুরুত্ব আছে সেটা অস্বীকার করবো?

so be patient , surely the promise of allah is true . so should we make you see part of what we threaten them with , or should we cause you to die , to us shall they be returned .
অতএব আপনি সবর করুন । নিশ ্ চয় আল ্ লাহর ওয়াদা সত ্ য । অতঃপর আমি কাফেরদেরকে যে শাস ্ তির ওয়াদা দেই , তার কিয়দংশ যদি আপনাকে দেখিয়ে দেই অথবা আপনার প ্ রাণ হরণ করে নেই , সর ্ বাবস ্ থায় তারা তো আমারই কাছে ফিরে আসবে ।

there were write-ups about the "diplomatic fracas", india's "anger" so on and so forth.
" 'কূটনৈতিক হৈচৈ', 'ভারতের রাগ' আর অন্যান্য ব্যাপার নিয়ে প্রচার মাধ্যমে অনেক কিছুই লেখা হচ্ছে।

"we’re so absorbed right now with the financial fracas going on that if we think about climate change, we think of regions heating up, sea levels rising, poor polar bears unable to find ice floes to rest on and so on.
“এই মুহুর্তে যে অর্থনৈতিক ঝঞ্ঝা চলছে তা নিয়ে আমরা এতো ব্যস্ত যে আমরা যদি জলবায়ু পরিবর্তন নিয়ে চিন্তা করি, আমরা ভাবি যে সব এলাকা উত্তপ্ত হয়ে উঠছে, সমুদ্র সীমা বেড়ে যাওয়া, বেচারা পোলার বেয়াররা বরফ খুঁজে পাচ্ছে না বিশ্রামের জন্য ইত্যাদি।

dad was 46 and my mother was 38. she was very fair was large breasts, 36c. her legs were very light in color and so smooth. but their shape was amazing, they were not fat but just large enough to be so shapely. the story began when my dad was out on business. it was my cousin’s engagement party. but i had exams on so i was working. it was my mother’s sister’s daughter who was getting married. my mother had gone alone. to drop her back home from the engagement, my mother’s sister husband (my aunt’s husband) dropped her back in his car. during this time we were very tight for cash and the house was very close to be taken away. our close family knew this. well my mother reached home and aunt’s husband vikesh also entered. they both thought i was not at home but at college. really i was in my room working. i peeped from my room and saw that my mother had gone into her room to get changed when vikesh came in. he presented her with an envelope of money. my mother was grateful to him for helping us out. but then he said “what can u give me in return?” he then touched my mother’s breast. my mother was furious she shouted at him. he then took the money back and was about to go. then my mother begged at his feet to give the money. he said only if u let me do what i want. my mother cried “yeah but we need the money”. then vikesh laid my mother on a bed. my mother was dressed in a nice red saree for the engagement party. he said just be my dulhan for an hour. my mother was silent. he lifted her saree to knee level and i saw those lovely legs and i got a hard on. he then started undoing her blouse hooks and took it off to reveal the breasts. vikesh was 53 and there was lust in him. my mother covered her breasts with her hands but he just pushed them aside… and started sucking and biting into them. after 10 minutes of this… he pulled the rest of her saree off till she just had her black knickers on and he ripped them off. my mothers thighs closed and her legs. this was her last chance, her dignity being protected. but vikesh pulled them open to reveal her vagina… his prize… the honey between her legs. he undid his trousers and quickly pushed his penis inside her. my mother had her eyes closed and wanted to get the humiliation over with. he pushed harder and harder, he was moaning and moaning…. while my mother just kept quiet… her shiny smooth legs open wrapped around his waist. his thighs pushed deeper and deeper. she was closing her eyes. as he reached the his high of pleasure my mother couldn’t take it any longer and she let out a silent groan ” gaaaaaa” was all she said. she had reached orgasmic point. he just smiled. at the end my mother looked away. he rested by her and said that her husband was lucky, he said that she had given him pure pleasure. my mother asked how he could cheat on her sister. he said that he was desperate for her. but no one should find out. my mother had seed all over her vagina and her juices were everywhere. he then pushed his head between her legs and licked her out and sucked her out for another hour. my mother was being used for sex because she needed the money… she had sold herself for sex. he used her properly and took full advantage. he then asked for oral sex… my mother was totally tired now and said ” but i don’t even do that with my husband” but she had no power and he persuaded her that this will be the last act. he slid his penis in her mouth and she sucked till he ejaculated. my mother then just lay on the bed. the red saree underneath her… and her naked, with red marks over her body around her breasts and vagina. her clitoris was swollen and she just lay there. he put his clothes on and left the money and went off. the next day, my mother was wearing a green silk sari with a low cut silk sleeveless blouse, a blouse in which i had jacked off hundreds of times. i was sitting at the dining table and she was serving me. that time, my dad had gone for a trip and was not expected for around 3 months. from across the table, she bent to serve me, giving me an excellent view of her creamy cleavage. seeing that, i got really hard. after dinner, i and my mom were sitting on the sofa watching t. v. , when we got talking. while we were talking, i casually put my hands on her melons and squeezed them. on seeing this, she slapped me and said, “you little bastard, what the fuck do you think you were doing?” i slapped her back and said, “shut up you slut, i know all about you and jay uncle. ” on hearing this she was shocked and then slowly started crying. i said, “i want your body mom, and if you don’t want me to tell dad, you will have to bear with anything i do to you. ” saying this, i put my hands on her breasts again and fondled them. she said, “okay, we’ll do anything you say, but we cannot have sex. i’m your mother, for god’s sake!” getting what i wanted, i quickly agreed. i removed the pallu of her blouse and made her sit next to me. i started fondling her breasts through her blouse and then started unbuttoning it. i removed her blouse totally. then i saw my mother in her bra, with her breasts straining to get out. i then removed her bra and then started sucking on my mother’s nipples. after sucking her breasts for what seemed like ages, i took hold of her head and pressed her mouth to my hard dick. i made her remove my jeans and rammed my dick into her deliciously soft mouth. after a few strokes, i was so horny that i came in her mouth and forced her to swallow my cum. after that incident, i was very free with my mother’s breasts. everyday after school, i used to go home, remove my mother’s blouse and suck and squeeze her breasts. even while serving food, i used to just reach over under my mother’s pallu and lift up her blouse and start sucking on her breasts.——– calling all incest lovers to promote incest sex the best and safest sex….any girls or ladies from agra or delhi wants having relationship may contact. secrecy guaranteed
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