Misc. Erotica The Holy Savior - REBOOTED (Completed)

[garamrohan]

Part II 

After that heated argument between my dad and orthodox lady–duo of our family, I didn’t hear about that Swamiji in our house. But soon father left for the business trip and I noticed that Mummy and grandma were planning to call Swamiji again. And it wasn’t unexpected to me; they were having such a faith on that Swamiji that I knew dad’s warning won’t stop them from bringing Swamiji in matter of my health. I didn’t know if that Swamiji has some divine powers, for me, the truth was, he was the man which I feared most in my life. I still doubt what was in him that I feared most – maybe his fiery eyes? his long beard? or his voice with which used to literally shook my heart. 

One day, when I was playing in the veranda, I overheard grandma talking with Swamiji, “I have already tell you Mataji, the “yagya” is of essential part of adhishtan we have undertook to save your grandson from the evil. The task is not that easy as you might think and “yagya” is only part of that adhishtan. How will you secure your heir if you stumble across such a little things?”

“But swamiji.. you know well.. my son is against all this. We are seeking your help itself behind him.. I am worrying if somehow he got to know that we were at your ashram, he will be angry and may restrict us from carrying out further rituals. Thus I humbly request you, please arrange puja here.”

“Mata..,” said he, “As I told you before, I don’t have problem arranging puja here.. in fact, we have performed earlier pujas here only.” He turned his face to other side and said, “but now the time has changed, the evil has reached very close. I could even sense his effect here on your vastu.” His words scared grandma. I could see her face fainted. He further continued, “How can a divine rituals like this be conducted in such vastu?” further he added, “Its now up to you. You have to chose what you can afford – going by your son’s wish or coming to ashram and clear the life thread off your grandson. God bless you all..” and he left for his ashram.

So by then, I made up my mind to go to ashram as I knew well how much Mummy and grandma were concerned regarding my safety. That night sita mousi told my grandma and mom that Swamiji has allowed to come grandma along with Mummy and me. But she has to live in outer shelters away from the huts at middle – near the yadnya kund which are build up for bhakts coming for yagya. And Swamiji wasn’t expecting grandma to attend yagya that time. Soon Mummy and grandma conveyed their consent through sita mousi and requested to arrange yagya earliest possible. I was very scared knowing that now I will be living in that Swamiji’s ashram for few days. 

And withing couple of days, we end up into one of the huts at middle of the ashram. My mummy was wearing a beautiful yellow saree and looked so gorgeous that when we were walking to our hut I felt like all the ashram personnel and Bhakts were watching at us only. Hardly had we entered and placed our bags, Swamiji come there along with his assistants.

Mummy and I bowed before him. He smiled and blessed us. But I felt like his eyes were continuously roaming over mummy’s body. His assistants also stunned to see a beautiful woman like my mother. 

“Beti, you are going to live in this room until 'yagya' samapti”, he continued further, “and so you should also follow aashram’s rules and rituals.” mummy nodded in yes. 

Beside Swamiji there was standing a young girl, hardly twenty years old, wearing the same saffron colored saree and blouse which all other women in ashram were wearing. She was calm, beautiful but her innocent eyes looked like lost into thoughts. 

“This is Anagha, Swamiji introduced that girl, she lives in very next hut of yours. She will guide you about the cultures of our ashram.” saying this Swamiji once again eyed mummy and left along with his disciples leaving Anagha behind. Mummy and Anagha looked at each other and smiled.

Soon they two became good friends. Anagha guided her with all the to-dos, mantras and code of conducts of the ashram. She helped mummy with getting saffron cloths for her and have them properly stitched first day itself. Except our 'yagya' time; and at night when Anagha is required to go to Swamiji’s hut for seva, mummy and Anagha were always together. But that left me alone, in that boring and kind of horror environment of ashram. I was spending day after days just lying in bed. 

But that was not the toughest part for me. It was too much for me to seat at 'yagya' for hours continuously – saying 'swaha...' and pouring ghee in agni. I was getting tired but couldn’t dare to say in presence of that strict Swami. On the other hand I could easily see my mummy exposed to filthy eyes of that Swamiji and his disciples. My mummy was really a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, she was fair like moon, her skin and body was so soft and delicate that even an hour walk in afternoon used to cause rashes to her skin. Her silky hair were dark and long reaching below her waist. She was having fabulous figure with heavy chest and spectacular swinging bottom. She was looking nothing less than goddess in that saffron saree which she wore in most modest manner covering all her body and taking pallu over her head. And I felt like Swamiji was mad for her cause all the time he hardly used to give me attention. All the time he talked with my mummy giving her instructions, impressing her how he cares about me. Actually I thought he was flirting her. 

I actually don’t know whether mummy really understood that or not. But whenever Swamiji overdid it, she looked little hesitate. Swamiji used to stare her all the time through 'yagya'. And many times I had noticed tent in his dhoti and his mantra broken by deep moan; especially when my mummy was asked to take duck into water pond next to 'yagyakunda'and then seat at 'yagya'. Each day, after such return of mummy, Swamiji seemed to be forgetting his mantras in-between and was constantly eyeing my mummy with water dripping from over her body and wet cloths.

I could notice that his male disciples also used to roam surrounding the 'yagya' gazing my mummy during our yagya time. All these days, hardly 1 to 2 times my grandma was allowed to meet us. But she was happy with this and constantly instructed us to follow Swamiji’s every order. 

It was one fine morning. Anagha looked much relieved that day as her parents were coming to take her with them. From the very morning she was in our hut, putting her chin on her elevated, left knee she was lost into thoughts, as always. 

“So now our princess going home today isn’t? huh.. just don’t forget your didi in your quest for prince.. that’s all I can hope”, mummy said in teasing tone as she was picking cloths for laundry. I was lying on the bed looking at the sunlight coming through the gaps at the top of the hut. Anagha talked nothing and started sobbing covering her face with her hands. 

“Hey what happened Anagha? Did I say something wrong?”, mummy came to her and asked patting her. 

“No it’s not your fault nor is my parent’s. It’s my misfortune”

“Ohh...,” mummy signed, “I hope you don’t mind sharing your pains with me Anagha, you will feel much relieved.” said mummy. 

And then Anagha revealed her story to mummy. She was from a rich orthodox family. Her parents, grandparents all loved her so much. So she was given all the freedom for pursuing her education. But when she turned 20, parents were concerned about her marriage. And that’s when this family got shock of life. When they went for consulting with a jyotishi, they were told that, the kundli of Anagha suggest there is no marital happiness if her life and if they somehow married her, her husband would die within a year. 

“And then, one day, one of our relative told us of this Swamiji and his deity powers. After meeting him, my parents who are all orthodox; rather superstitious I would say, made firm belief that, Swamiji could clear the ‘so called’ dosha in my kundli. Huh..”, she sighed, “You tell me didi, how could a well educated girl would believe in such nonsense..”, her eyes were full of tears.

“Shuuuu… keep quite,” mummy said looking around, “Why in the first place you are questioning Swamiji’s power? I would rather say that your parents have taken right decision. Have faith on him Anagha. Swamiji will bring you out of trouble for sure.”

Anagha simply laughed disappointedly. “Who else knows your Swamiji better than me? That womanizer.. bloody bastard… he ruined all my life and you think he will safeguard my future…”, her eyes were red with anger.

“What are you saying Anagha?”, mummy was shocked and angry with the words Anagha used for Swamiji.

“Do you know what he does with me at night? At his hut?”, she continued, “What kind of seva I am expected to do all the night, have you ever gave it a thought?”

From expression of my mummy’s face I was sure that she realized what Anagha was trying to say. mummy was quite and it seemed like her body was shaking with the intuition of what she was going to hear.

“That bastard spoiled me… all these 7 nights I am lying under him and he crushed down my chastity, my womanly pride...”, tears were rolling down over her cheeks, “and he argued that by bedding with me he has become my first husband and thus the man I marry in future will not be affected by misfortune, again portraying himself as the mahatma who bangd me in my interest only. “, she continued further, “Now tell me didi, how can I face my to be husband, whom I fancy to give myself entirely, eternally; with my virginity lost to this leech.”

Mummy’s face turned pale but she still managed to speak with stammering voice, “I think Anagha, you are misunderstanding Swamiji. If he says so, it really would be only way to avail you a married life.”

“Don’t try to persuade me didi for I believe that you too are doubtful about Swamiji’s intentions, aren’t you? Haven't you sensed his lustful gaze? I have noticed many times that you become disturbed with his presence don’t you didi?” Anagha said.

“Oh just shut up Anagha. I know you are having rational view and you don’t believe in our Swamiji’s power but that don’t allow you to insult him in any way. I can’t bear any more of this.” mummy replied but this time her confidence was much lower.

Mummy was preparing herself and me to visit 'yagya' place. She was disturbed now by the conversation with Anagha. 

“Do you know didi why I shared this with you?.. This is because I think of you as important part of my life, like my dear elder sister, and so I am worrying for you.. Please try to understand me and get out of this ashram as soon as possible. My parents are coming today to take me and I fear that after me that wolf will target you. He is so mad after you didi. The day you came here, he called my parents to take me with them so that he could have you as replacement for seva. Please run away… as soon as possible.” Anagha warned in caring tone.

Mummy just listened it and left for 'yagya' with me without replying her. When we returned at afternoon after finishing vidhi for that day, Anagha had been left with her parents.