Baba’s Blessing: Unable to get pregnant, couple goes to baba (Video+)

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Scene 10.2

Riya heard sounds of soft movement and people chatting far away.

Baba Ji was gone, but a small bowl of fresh fruit and a glass of warm milk sat on a mat beside her.
He was a powerful lover, but a thoughtful host.

She felt the deep, satisfying ache of their morning rituals. She got up, pulling on the simple, clean saffron clothes left neatly folded for her, the Ashram’s uniform. The thin fabric felt liberating. No more tight city clothes.

As she ate the sweet, cool fruit, Riya peeked out the door.

Outside, in the small courtyard, Baba Ji was doing yoga. His powerful, muscular body moved with incredible grace, a picture of dominant health. Several people, mostly beautiful women were sitting nearby, watching him. They looked like quiet fans waiting for a star.

When Baba Ji finished his pose, the women rushed forward, eager to speak to him.
He sat down, immediately surrounded by them.

Riya walked out, placing her empty bowl down. She walked straight to Baba Ji, touched his bare, muscular foot and moved back to listen. Baba Ji smiled warmly at her, his eyes holding the shared secret of their morning.

The women started talking, one by one, sharing their problems.

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A woman named Geeta stepped forward first. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, dressed in a simple, faded cotton salwar kameez. Her figure was slim, but her face was full of deep sadness.

Geeta (voice shaking): "Baba Ji, my husband… he drinks every night. He hits me. I feel like I am dying slowly. The security officer, the lawyers, they did nothing. I have come from Patna seeking mukti (freedom)."

Baba Ji (his voice soothing and powerful): "Ah, my little one from Patna. Your shakti is being wasted on a weak man. I see the darkness around your soul. But your body is strong. You must find your inner courage. Stay here for a few days. We will perform the Shanti Ritual to remove the negative energy he has placed on you."

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Next was Kavita, a woman around forty, plump and full-figured, wearing a slightly too-tight, bright green silk saree. She looked wealthy, and her gold jewelry gleamed in the sun. She had a worried frown.

Kavita (frantic): "Baba Ji, my son! He is not studying! He failed his engineering entrance exam again! We spent a lot of money, Baba! We came all the way from Mumbai. How will he earn crores? What mantra will make him intelligent?"
Baba Ji (chuckling gently): "My rich daughter from Mumbai, you worry too much about marks and money. Prana must flow, not just cash. Your son needs focus, not just books. You have great motherly shakti; you must guide him. Bring your worry here, leave it with me. I will teach you a Dharana (focusing) ritual that will help your family's mind."

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Finally, a young girl, maybe nineteen, named Priya stepped forward. She was dressed in a simple white top and jeans, a modern look that stood out. She was incredibly beautiful, with a perfectly toned body. She looked shy, her eyes downcast. She had travelled from Bangalore.
Priya (softly): "Baba Ji, I am very confused. My family wants me to marry a boy they chose, but I love my classmate. He is poor, but he is good. What does my karma say? How can I know if this boy will truly make me happy?"
Baba Ji (his eyes warm and knowing): "Ah, the fire of youth! My flower from Bangalore. Karma is not about rules; it is about energy. We must look at the alignment of your chakras to see which path holds the most joy. Stay, little one. We will perform the Chakra alignment ritual to show you the truth in your heart."

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Riya watched all this, a little smile playing on her lips. She felt a huge wave of superiority. These women were asking for small, silly things like peace and good marks. Riya was getting the seed of life, the ultimate blessing.
She looked at Baba Ji, who caught her eye and gave a small, playful wink.

Riya (to herself, whispering): "He is a naughty, brilliant businessman. He takes their sadness and gives them a reason to stay. But me? He gives me the baby, the real reward."

She walked back to Baba Ji, a bold confidence in her step.

Riya (whispering, her voice tight with playful challenge): "Your Mahalingam seems to be very busy with everyone's prana problems, Babaji. But I am first in line today for the afternoon service."

Baba Ji (his voice low, for her ears only): "My energy is limitless, Riya. The ritual bath awaits. I will purify you fully before the midday offering."

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Scene 10.3 - Introducing Mitrani

Baba Ji watched the other women slowly walk away, their minds calm with his blessings.
He turned to Riya.

Baba Ji: "The ritual bath awaits you, my dear. Cleanliness of the body prepares the soul for more shakti. There is a small waterfall and a water rivulet nearby. It is pure, cold mountain energy."

Riya (a playful pout): "Cold water? From the mountains?"

Baba Ji (a deep, knowing smile): "You will have a sister's warmth, Riya. And a mother's fire. Mitrani!"

He called out softly. Standing nearby, tending to some potted herbs, was a woman Riya hadn't noticed closely. This was Mitrani. She was a devoted follower, about thirty-six, and had been with Baba Ji since she was just eighteen. Her body was voluptuous and earthy, even more so than Riya's, full hips, a soft, round belly, and heavy, large breasts that spoke volumes of her maternal power. She was a single mother to a child who lived with family in the village. Her body was pure life, pure creation.



Mitrani moved with a confident, languid grace. Riya noticed a slight wetness spreading on the front of her saffron kurta.
Mitrani was lactating, She was smiling, her eyes bright and playful, a horny, happy woman who had clearly mastered the joy of her body.

Baba Ji: "Mitrani has awakened all her chakras and knows the true flow of shakti. She will take you to the water. Riya, you have carried the stress of the city for too long. You need more than my masculine energy; you need the full, nurturing, feminine touch."

He placed a hand on Mitrani's shoulder, then on Riya's.

Baba Ji: "Mitrani will help you. Your problem needs more maternal energy to root the seed. She will help you expand your horizon, teach you the Kamasutra of a woman's pleasure, and unlock the hidden joy that makes a womb happy. This is part of the blessing. Do you accept the sisterhood of shakti?"

Riya looked at Mitrani. Mitrani's eyes, dark and inviting, held no judgment, only warmth and a promise of deep, shared secrets. Riya felt a strange, thrilling curiosity, a new kind of heat rising.

Riya: "I am completely open to all forms of shakti, Baba Ji."

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Mitrani took Riya's hand, her grip warm and firm. They walked together down a dirt path, away from the Ashram, towards the sound of rushing water.

Mitrani (her voice melodic and low): "You are very blessed, sister Riya. To receive Baba Ji's seed... he only gives that to the most worthy mothers."

Riya (a blush rising): "He... he is very powerful, Mitrani. I never knew..."

Mitrani (chuckling, her large breasts swaying gently): "He is a God in the matters of creation. But sometimes, a woman needs another woman to teach her how to receive fully. The city makes women tight and small, Riya. We need to become large and soft."

They reached the water. It was a beautiful, small waterfall tumbling into a clear, shallow rivulet.
Mitrani: "Take off your clothes, Riya. Let the mountain water cleanse your skin."

Riya, already shameless from her night with the Baba, quickly slipped out of her saffron robe. Mitrani, too, quickly shed her own clothes. Riya gasped softly. Mitrani's body was a monument to motherhood heavy, ripe, and beautiful. A drop of milk suddenly leaked from one of her nipples.

Mitrani (smiling easily): "Do not worry! That is the energy of creation spilling over! Come, I will wash you."
Mitrani led Riya into the cool, clear water. The initial shock made Riya gasp, but Mitrani’s warm hands immediately went to work.

Mitrani: "This cold water closes the pores. We must open the shakti points."
Mitrani began to gently wash Riya, her hands moving over Riya's skin with an expert tenderness. She washed her shoulders, her back, and then, slowly, lovingly, she washed Riya's big, soft breasts, massaging them under the cold water.

Mitrani: "You are so full, Riya. Your breasts are bursting with milk-waiting. They need to be loved, too."
Mitrani then ran her hands down to Riya's belly, and then, without a pause, she reached between Riya’s thighs, her fingers gently but firmly opening Riya's private parts to the clean water.

Mitrani: "We must clean where the seed goes. No hidden tension allowed."
Riya felt a strange, new wave of pleasure under Mitrani's hands. It was different from Baba Ji's demanding power; this was soft, warm, feminine ecstasy.

Riya (moaning softly): "Oh, Mitrani... that feels so good. I never thought a woman could... could do this."
Mitrani (her eyes deep and playful): "A woman knows all the secret spots of another woman. We are mirrors of pleasure. When you hold your baby, you must be in touch with every part of your body. This is the Kamasutra of self-love."

Mitrani pulled Riya close, hugging her tightly in the water. Their wet, soft bodies pressed together.

Mitrani (whispering fiercely): "Listen, sister. Baba Ji gives you the soul of the baby. For me, it was the same. My little one is his child. The secret is simple: when he takes you, you must pull his energy into your belly with every breath. You must believe you are an ocean and he is the river."

Riya (her heart swelling with joy and understanding): "I will, Mitrani! I will be an ocean! And I will hold his entire river!"

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Scene 10.4

Riya: "I will, Mitrani! I will be an ocean! And I will hold his entire river!"

Mitrani pulled back, her wet body still pressed against Riya’s.
Mitrani’s dark eyes, full of playful warmth, gazed deeply into Riya’s.

Mitrani (her voice a low, teasing murmur): "Ah, my sweet Riya. You are learning fast. But a woman must know all the flavors of shakti to truly become an ocean. Come, let's get you ready for Baba Ji's afternoon blessing. He will be waiting, and that Mahalingam of his does not like to be kept waiting for too long."

Riya giggled, feeling a newfound lightness and daring.
The cold water felt exhilarating, and Mitrani's presence was a warm, exciting comfort.

Riya: "Oh, Mitrani! He is so... so demanding! My whole body aches, but in a good way, you know? Like I've been stretched and filled and... oh!"

Mitrani led Riya out of the rivulet, helping her step onto the smooth, wet stones. The waterfall cascaded behind them, a constant, rhythmic roar. Mitrani reached for a soft, coarse towel lying on a flat rock. As she began to dry Riya’s body, her hands lingered, her touch sensuous and deliberate.



Mitrani (her fingers tracing the curve of Riya’s hip): "Demanding, yes. But that is the way of true Male Power. It does not ask; it takes and gives with equal power. And oh, Riya, that big, girthy penis of his… it makes a woman go absolutely crazy, doesn't it? It stretches you in places you didn't even know existed, and then it fills you with such fullness."

Mitrani’s words were like a fire, rekindling the embers of Riya’s morning encounters. Her body, already sensitive, pulsed with renewed desire.

Riya (her voice breathless): "It does, Mitrani! It really does! I felt like I was splitting in half, but then... oh, the release! I never knew a man could... could go so deep. My husband, bless his heart, he’s like a little bird compared to Baba Ji’s elephant!"

Mitrani laughed, a rich, full sound that mingled with the roar of the waterfall. She moved behind Riya, drying her back, her full breasts pressing against Riya’s spine. Her hands moved to Riya’s chest, gently cupping Riya’s still sensitive breasts.

Mitrani: "Ah, my sister. You feel the truth now. I remember when Baba Ji first blessed me. I was a young girl, shy and tight, just like you were in the city. But he taught me to open, to receive all his power. And when he took me, oh, the ecstasy! The world exploded. His seed is pure magic, Riya. It changes everything."

Mitrani's words, combined with the soft, knowing massage of her hands on Riya’s breasts, sent a thrill through Riya that was entirely new. It was a woman’s touch, understanding and deeply empathetic, yet still intensely erotic.

Riya (moaning softly, leaning back into Mitrani): "Your hands... Mitrani... they feel so good. So understanding. I feel... I feel so hot."

Mitrani turned Riya around, their wet bodies pressing together fully. Mitrani’s large, lactating breasts flattened against Riya’s, the slight dampness of a warm, earthy sensation. Mitrani's lips found Riya’s neck, trailing a line of warm kisses down to her shoulder.

Mitrani: "A woman's body is a garden of delights, Riya. And sometimes, another woman knows just how to water it, how to make it bloom."

Riya’s head fell back, her eyes closing. The air and the scent of wet earth, mountain water, and burgeoning desire.

Mitrani’s lips found Riya’s mouth, gently at first, a soft chumpan (kiss), then deeper, more insistent.
It was a kiss of shared understanding, of forbidden pleasure, of awakened sisterhood. Riya responded instinctively, her own lips parting, her tongue tangling with Mitrani’s. She felt an incredible rush, a new kind of garam (hotness) spreading through her.

Riya (pulling back slightly, her voice a breathless whisper): "Oh, Mitrani! You are so naughty! What would Baba Ji say?"

Mitrani (her eyes sparkling with mischief): "He would say the shakti is flowing! He always encourages us to explore the full spectrum of divine pleasure, Riya. He wants you completely open, completely ready."
Mitrani’s hands, agile and knowing, slipped down Riya’s belly, finding the wet, sensitive skin between her thighs. She knelt slightly, positioning herself right at the edge of the rivulet, the waterfall roaring loudly behind them, creating a private, wild chamber of sound.

Mitrani: "Let me prepare you, sister. Let me teach you how to open your flower even wider for Baba Ji's river."
Mitrani’s fingers found Riya’s incredibly wet entrance, slipping inside with ease. Riya cried out, a mix of shock and profound pleasure. Mitrani began to move her fingers with a slow, deliberate rhythm, while her mouth once again found Riya’s.

Riya (moaning into Mitrani’s kiss): "Oh, my God, Mitrani! That's... that's amazing! Don't stop! I want more of you!"
Mitrani pulled away from the kiss, her eyes locking with Riya’s. She lowered her head, her tongue tracing the wet, throbbing folds of Riya’s clitoris.

Riya (a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy): "AAAAAHHHHHH! MITRANI! That's... oh, you naughty girl! You know all the tricks!"

Mitrani devoured her, teasing, licking, sucking, bringing Riya to a frenzy of delight that was different from Baba Ji’s powerful penetration, but equally profound. Riya arched her back, her hands tangling in Mitrani’s wet hair, pulling her closer, deeper. The sounds of their pleasure mingled with the roar of the waterfall, a primal symphony of female ecstasy.

Riya (shouting, her body convulsing): "YES! MITRANI! YES! OH, GOD! I’m coming! I’m coming so hard! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"

Her body shook, her legs trembling as a powerful, shuddering orgasm washed over her. She collapsed against Mitrani, breathless and utterly sated.

Mitrani lifted her head, her face wet, her eyes victorious.

Mitrani: "There, my beautiful sister. Now you are truly open. Now you are truly ready for Baba Ji's seed. Your body knows all the secrets of joy. And a happy womb is a fertile womb."

Riya lay panting, her body still humming. She looked at Mitrani, then at the roaring waterfall, then back at Mitrani. A deep, loving bond had formed.

Riya: "Mitrani... you are... you are incredible. We are going to be very close friends, aren't we?"

Mitrani (smiling, pulling Riya up into a warm, sisterly embrace): "Always, my Riya. Always. Now, come. Baba Ji awaits your fully opened, fully cleansed, and fully satisfied self."

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Scene 10.5

Riya was fully open, body and soul vibrating with a depth of pleasure she never knew existed.

Riya (in aroused state): "Mitrani... You don't know what you have done. My body...body is not stable anymore."

Mitrani (smiling, pulling Riya up): "Good. That was the plan. To help you understand the Bodily Vibrations."

They quickly dried themselves with the towels and slipped into their simple saffron robes. 
Mitrani took Riya’s hand, and they hurried back up the dusty path towards the main courtyard.

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Baba Ji was waiting in the private hut, then he saw Riya's flushed cheeks

Baba Ji: "Ah, You look... energized, Riya. Did Mitrani teach you well? (Laughing)"

Riya (her voice husky with seduction, stepping closer): "She taught me well."

She let her wet hair brush against his cheek.
Mitrani positioning herself near the open door.

Riya (whispering, her eyes locked on his): "How is your Mahalingam, my bad, bad Baba?"

Baba Ji (his voice dropping to a throbbing rumble): "Ahhhhh,... Riya you, are a beautiful challenge."

Riya pulled the neck of her saffron robe little down, exposing her large, damp breasts to his gaze.

Riya (playfully): "Well, Baba Ji, I can see some stiffness in your Mahalingam"

She leaned forward, her damp cleavage touching his face.

Baba Ji grabbed Riya's hips and pulled her onto his lap, his potent, hardening Mahalingam pressing against her inner thigh through the thin saffron cloth.

Riya: Leave me, Baba ji. You don't even ask for permission. How can you just pull me into your lap? Mitrani is watching. Have some shame.

Baba Ji: Riya, your lajja(Modesty) is a rare quality. It makes me want you more.

He kissed her fiercely, his mouth demanding and deep. Mitrani watched from the door, a supportive smile.
She stayed there, watching them kiss.

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Scene 10.6

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with command.

Baba Ji: "You are mine for this week, Riya."

Riya (whispering, her voice thick with desire): "What if I don't want to leave? What if I want to stay, like Mitrani? I will become a single mother and raise our baby boy here at the Ashram."

Baba Ji (a slow, powerful smile spreading across his face): "You are a beautiful, bold dreamer, Riya. And my seed needs a strong home. We will talk about staying later. And your husband, Rohan, he has made the ultimate sacrifice for this blessing. We will honor his faith, for now. But know this: once you have tasted the true shakti, the city will look very small indeed."

He moved her gently from his lap, his eyes moving from Riya to Mitrani, who still stood faithfully at the door.

Baba Ji: "Mitrani, come. The Mantra requires two sisters of shakti to complete the circle."
Mitrani stepped inside immediately, her face serious, the playful spark replaced with ritual.

Baba Ji removed Riya’s saffron robe. Riya stood before him, fully naked.

Baba Ji (his gaze running over Riya’s body, now with divine purpose): "Mitrani, hold her hands. Guide her up from the earth. I will call upon Mata to fill this fertile body with the power of creation."

Mitrani took Riya’s hands in hers. Mitrani’s grip was firm, warm, and comforting. Riya felt the powerful, earthy connection to the other woman, the sisterhood of shared desire and motherhood.

Baba Ji closed his eyes. His voice deepened, no longer sensual, but booming with resonant power. He began to chant a slow, rolling Mantra in Sanskrit. As he chanted, the air changed.

Riya felt a sensation shoot through her body, from the soles of her feet, up through Mitrani’s hands, and into her swelling belly. It was a pure, white-hot heat that seemed to be sealing the life inside her.

The chant reached its climax. Baba Ji opened his eyes, and they glowed with an intense, fierce light, locking onto Riya's own.

Baba Ji: "Riya! Mata has heard us! Mitrani, the time is now! Place her in the position!"

Mitrani, without a word, guided Riya backward onto her forearms, her hips raised high. It was a position designed to maximize depth and ensure gravity worked to their favor.

Riya (her breath catching): "Oh, Baba! Not... not yet!"

Baba Ji (his voice a commanding growl): "Yes, now! This is not for pleasure, Riya! This is for fertilization! This is the moment of creation!"

He took his giant girthy penis and, holding Riya’s hips firm, thrust deep and hard inside her, finding the deepest, most fertile point of her womb.

Riya (a ragged, profound scream): "Aaaahhhh! Baba Ji! What have you done!!"

Mitrani, her hands still locked with Riya's, squeezed tightly, giving Riya the feminine strength to endure the powerful, purposeful penetration.

Baba Ji began to move, hard, measured, intentional strokes. It wasn't the frantic, playful ecstasy of the morning; it was a rhythmic, forceful driving meant only to ensure that his seed took root. He looked intensely into Riya’s eyes, demanding her focus, demanding her will.

Mitrani (chanting, her warm, breath against Riya's ear): "Breathe deep, sister. Pull his life into your womb. It is our baby now. Pull it deep. Be the ocean!"

Riya was sandwiched between the dominant, thrusting power of Baba Ji and the comforting, guiding voice and presence of Mitrani. The chanting, the deep pleasure, the sheer force, it all merged into a single, overwhelming ritual.

Riya (screaming, tears mixing with ecstasy): "Yes! Mitrani! Yes, Baba Ji! I'm holding it! Fill me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Baba Ji: "Receive it, Riya! Draw the life force! Take the seed!"

The entire hut vibrated with the rhythm of their bodies and Mitrani's chant.

Baba Ji: You did well, Riya. Now Rest!

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Scene 11

Rohan came in his car. Loud HORN!

Baba Ji was sitting with Riya, feeding her the special prasad. He looked amused.

Baba Ji: "Ah, Your husband has returned, Riya."

Riya, felt a strange indifference.
Rohan’s world felt distant, small, and colorless.

Riya (shrugging playfully): "Let him wait. He can drop the bag at the gate."

Baba Ji smiled, running a gentle hand over her.

Baba Ji: "Go, Riya. Let him see your face."

Riya walked slowly toward the ashram gate. She looked utterly transformed: her skin was glowing, her eyes were bright, and her lips, swollen and full, held a secretive smile. She looked like a woman who had been loved fiercely and completely.

Rohan was standing there, holding a small plastic bag. He looked tired, stressed by the city and the business, completely unaware by any of the shakti Riya now possessed.

Rohan (voice relieved): "Riya! Oh, thank God. You look... glowing. Really, truly happy. The ritual is working, isn't it?"

Riya felt emotionally confused. She was happy, yes, but her happiness was built on a lie, and on the powerful body of another man. She felt a profound indifference towards Rohan's simple, practical reality.

Riya (voice softer than usual, but distant): "Yes, Rohan. Baba Ji is very powerful. I am feeling... alive."
Rohan didn't notice the difference in her eyes; he only saw the surface health and happiness. He had no idea his wife was being loved and fucked into fertility by a holy man.

Rohan (practical and rushed): "Good, good. I brought you some more suits. And some biscuits. You must be brave, Riya. Sab theek hai (Everything is fine). You just focus on the blessing. I will see you next week, my love."

He gave her a quick, awkward pat on the shoulder, avoiding any real contact.

Rohan: "Be brave."
He turned and walked quickly back to his car, completely satisfied that the spiritual transaction was proceeding well. He didn't look back.

Riya watched him go, the plastic bag of clothes dangling from her hand. She felt no sadness, no guilt, only a kind of pity for his simple faith and his unaware sacrifice.

She tossed the bag onto a nearby bench. She didn't need city clothes anymore.
She turned and walked quickly back to the hut. Baba Ji and Mitrani were waiting.

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[Rocky@handsome]

Dear friends and brothers, I require your assistance! The text in every story on this website has abruptly shrunk to minuscule proportions, rendering it nearly impossible to read. I'm utterly perplexed as to the origin of this glitch. Is this affliction unique to my device, or are fellow readers grappling with the same predicament? Kindly offer a remedy—could you guide me on adjusting the configurations to restore the fonts to their former, legible size and clarity? I eagerly await your sage counsel!
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Step1 - Character 
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or
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Scene 11

Rohan came in his car. Loud HORN!

Baba Ji was sitting with Riya, feeding her the special prasad. He looked amused.

Baba Ji: "Ah, Your husband has returned, Riya."

Riya, felt a strange indifference.
Rohan’s world felt distant, small, and colorless.

Riya (shrugging playfully): "Let him wait. He can drop the bag at the gate."

Baba Ji smiled, running a gentle hand over her.

Baba Ji: "Go, Riya. Let him see your face."

Riya walked slowly toward the ashram gate. She looked utterly transformed: her skin was glowing, her eyes were bright, and her lips, swollen and full, held a secretive smile. She looked like a woman who had been loved fiercely and completely.

Rohan was standing there, holding a small plastic bag. He looked tired, stressed by the city and the business, completely unaware by any of the shakti Riya now possessed.

Rohan (voice relieved): "Riya! Oh, thank God. You look... glowing. Really, truly happy. The ritual is working, isn't it?"

Riya felt emotionally confused. She was happy, yes, but her happiness was built on a lie, and on the powerful body of another man. She felt a profound indifference towards Rohan's simple, practical reality.

Riya (voice softer than usual, but distant): "Yes, Rohan. Baba Ji is very powerful. I am feeling... alive."
Rohan didn't notice the difference in her eyes; he only saw the surface health and happiness. He had no idea his wife was being loved and fucked into fertility by a holy man.

Rohan (practical and rushed): "Good, good. I brought you some more suits. And some biscuits. You must be brave, Riya. Sab theek hai (Everything is fine). You just focus on the blessing. I will see you next week, my love."

He gave her a quick, awkward pat on the shoulder, avoiding any real contact.

Rohan: "Be brave."
He turned and walked quickly back to his car, completely satisfied that the spiritual transaction was proceeding well. He didn't look back.

Riya watched him go, the plastic bag of clothes dangling from her hand. She felt no sadness, no guilt, only a kind of pity for his simple faith and his unaware sacrifice.

She tossed the bag onto a nearby bench. She didn't need city clothes anymore.
She turned and walked quickly back to the hut. Baba Ji and Mitrani were waiting.

Dear friends and brothers, I require your assistance! The text in every story on this website has abruptly shrunk to minuscule proportions, rendering it nearly impossible to read. I'm utterly perplexed as to the origin of this glitch. Is this affliction unique to my device, or are fellow readers grappling with the same predicament? Kindly offer a remedy—could you guide me on adjusting the configurations to restore the fonts to their former, legible size and clarity? I eagerly await your sage counsel! 



Regards 

Rocky ❤️

[PELURI]

just too good bro...though the concept is well known,  the narration is lucid and gripping....graceful and beautiful...very real life situations....however wonder why all your heroine,  atleast the pics as shown, are bulky and plump....for such a contemporary narration, the female lead should be figure conscious and maintain slim...

[PELURI]

one of the best erotic stories read by me....simply mind blowing...however,  the heroine here, who has come to receive blessings of the Sadhu (Hero) must be talking less...be demure and full of submissiveness ....instead she's talking loose and cracking jokes wuth the Baba...this has somewhat diluted the decadence of a wife...reduced the sexual tension...instead of her tounge, only the mind & the body must be talking....

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Scene 12

Riya let the plastic bag fall onto the rough wooden bench. The weight of Rohan’s simple faith his clothes, his biscuits, his complete ignorance felt suddenly heavier than the mountain itself. She turned, her heart beating not with sadness, but with a wild, defiant urgency.

She walked back toward the hut. Baba Ji was standing near the entrance, his powerful physique framed by the dim light of the hut’s interior. He was watching her, his saffron loincloth stark against his bronzed skin.

Their eyes met.

Riya felt a sudden rush of heat, a blush that started at her chest and bloomed fiercely across her cheeks. The audacious woman who had screamed his name vanished, replaced by the shy girl flustered by a powerful man's gaze. She quickly dropped her chin and hurried the last few steps, slipping into the hut’s dimness.

Baba Ji followed, pushing the rough door closed. The world outside, Rohan’s world, was instantly sealed away.

Baba Ji (his voice low, intimate, and full of amusement): "Why the lajja (modesty), Riya? You faced your husband like a queen, but you blush for me? Is my simple presence more frightening than your entire city life?"

Riya looked up, her fingers nervously smoothing the saffron cloth over her hips.

Riya (her voice soft, slightly breathless): "You are not simple, Baba Ji. And you know exactly why I blush.
He stepped closer, standing over her. The heat of his body was overwhelming.

Baba Ji: "Ah, the craving. Tell me, Riya, is it truly the baby you crave, or is it the feeling? The feeling of true, raw, undiluted passion that your life was starving for?"
Riya lifted her hands, gently placing them on his broad, muscular chest. The hardness of him was a delicious contrast to her soft, full body.

Riya: "It is the feeling, Baba Ji. I came here for a child, but I stayed for the man who wasn't afraid to take me completely."

Baba Ji (a triumphant, tender smile): "I knew, my goddess. This is not just sex, Riya; this is your destiny.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear.

Baba Ji: "But talk is cheap, Riya."

Riya (pulling his loincloth aside with a daring hand, her voice husky): "Oh, my. So big already."