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## Update 86: The Midnight Appointment (Avi and Meena Chachi)
Next day: I woke up in the morning and started to work out, keeping my routine. After doing all the morning work, I sat down to study. My Chacha had already gone to the fields in the morning. In the afternoon, Suman Chachi left the house to go to Neeta Bua's place. In the afternoon, Meena Chachi came into my room.
"Are you studying, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, glancing at my open book.
"Yes, Chachi," I replied, my pen paused in my hand.
"Stop studying for a while," Meena Chachi instructed, walking closer to the bed.
As soon as I heard the instruction to stop, my mind immediately jumped to one conclusion. I slammed my book shut, held my Chachi's waist, and started to kiss her lips aggressively. Meena Chachi immediately pushed me away, her face stern. "Do you only think about sex all the time? Learn to control yourself, Avi," she snapped, moving her shoulders.
"Sorry, Chachi," I mumbled, pulling my hands back and looking down.
Meena Chachi sat down on the edge of the bed. "I came here to talk to you about the schedule, not to have sex," she clarified.
I lowered my head, feeling foolish for my lack of control.
"Now listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi began, her tone serious. "Tonight, you will only have sex with Seema Didi once, not the usual two sessions."
"Yes," I acknowledged, nodding slowly.
"Aren't you going to ask why I'm cutting your time short?" Meena Chachi challenged, raising an eyebrow.
"Tell me the reason," I prompted, looking up at her.
Meena Chachi's eyes sparkled with triumph. "Tonight, you have to have sex with Suman Didi."
I became instantly happy, my disappointment melting away. "What, really? The plan is moving forward?" I asked, leaning in.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed with a small, satisfied nod. "You have to have sex with Suman Didi."
"When?" I asked, looking toward the window. "After Seema Chachi leaves my room?"
"Not then," Meena Chachi whispered, checking the closed door quickly. "At 4:30 a.m. exactly."
"So early in the morning?" I complained, shocked by the timing.
"Yes, you have to have sex with Suman Chachi in the pre-dawn hours," Meena Chachi insisted, leaning forward.
"But how will I wake up so early, especially after a long night of study and sex with Seema Chachi?" I asked, worried about missing the time.
"I'll handle that problem," Meena Chachi assured me, patting my arm. "I'll be the one to wake you up in the morning, quietly."
"But my sleep won't be complete if I do it so early, I'll be tired," I argued, rubbing my eyes.
"You can sleep for a couple of hours in the evening, which will make your sleep complete and give you energy for the act," Meena Chachi suggested practically.
"Okay," I agreed, accepting the idea.
"And yes," Meena Chachi added, her voice dropping to a serious, crucial warning. "While you're having sex with Suman Didi, you won't kiss her, and you won't suck her breasts. Yes, you can press them hard with your hands—that's acceptable."
"Why all these restrictions?" I asked, feeling confined and frustrated.
"Because if Didi recognizes you through your unique techniques, there will be an immediate mess, and the whole plan will be ruined," Meena Chachi stressed, her eyes fixed on mine.
"She will recognize me during sex anyway, by my body and my size," I argued, gesturing with my hands.
"She won't recognize you because it will be absolutely dark in the room during the sex," Meena Chachi explained, revealing the cover. "And you won't say anything, not a single word, while you're having sex. Do not say anything even if Didi asks you a direct question."
"What kind of sex is this?" I asked, feeling disappointed by the limitations.
"Once Didi becomes a mother and our primary goal is complete, you can do it properly with her, whenever you want," Meena Chachi promised, offering a future reward. "And yes, you only have to have sex once, Avi."
"Only once?" I protested, seeing my passion further cut.
"If you attempt a second time, you'll definitely get caught," Meena Chachi warned. "To make your lunď hard again, it will have to be sucked or stimulated, which we can't risk doing at that hour in her room."
I was sad, seeing all the fun stripped away. "Is there anything else left to ruin?" I muttered, sinking into the mattress.
Meena Chachi winced slightly. "And yes, you can't fuck Didi's gaand at all, not even with a finger."
"Then what pleasure is left for me?" I cried out in disappointment, throwing my hands up.
"You can lick her chooť to get yourself going," Meena Chachi compromised, offering a small bit of freedom.
"I don't like to have sex with so many rules," I muttered, shaking my head. "But I trust you must have thought of something good to justify this."
"Look, you can fuck Didi's gaand after she successfully becomes a mother," Meena Chachi repeated, giving me a future incentive. "And then you can have sex however you want with her. Just do exactly as I say this time. Next time, I will personally let you fuck Didi's gaand myself, without any excuses."
"Okay," I finally relented, giving a defeated sigh.
"And yes, don't tell Seema Didi anything about this change in the schedule," Meena Chachi concluded, her voice low.
"Yes, I understood the secrecy," I acknowledged, nodding firmly.
Then Chachi left the room. I started to think about what was going on in her mind. *What did she want to achieve with all these strange restrictions?* I couldn't understand anything. Then I decided that whatever Meena Chachi did, she would do it right, and I simply needed to follow her instructions.
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## Update 87: The Secrecy Pact (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Seema Chachi)
After a while, Meena Chachi came to my room again. Seema Chachi also came with her.
"Avi," Meena Chachi said, her voice clear.
"Yes, Chachi," I replied, looking up from my studies.
"Put your books aside and listen to me," Meena Chachi instructed.
Meena Chachi winked at me quickly. I understood that she wanted to talk in front of Seema Chachi, and I had to support her act.
"Seema Didi, from today, you will only have sex with Avi once," Meena Chachi stated, her voice firm, staring at her sister-in-law.
"No, I'm going to do it twice," Seema Chachi protested immediately, shaking her head.
"No, Didi. From today, you will only have sex once," Meena Chachi insisted, standing firm.
"Why?" Seema Chachi demanded, frowning deeply at the change.
"Because it's important for Avi to study," Meena Chachi explained, making a serious face. "He gets tired after having sex. Then he can't study."
*I was shocked to hear this weak excuse.*
"But what will happen with just one time?" Seema Chachi questioned, looking disappointed, her shoulders dropping slightly.
"Everything will be fine. Trust me," Meena Chachi promised, nodding confidently.
"But still," Seema Chachi argued, shifting her weight nervously on her feet.
"Do you want Avi to fail?" Meena Chachi challenged, her voice raising sharply. "If so, you can have sex twice."
"Why would I want that?" Seema Chachi said, her voice sounding hurt by the question.
"Then why are you being stubborn?" Meena Chachi countered, her voice sharp.
"I'm not being stubborn. Okay, I'll only do it once," Seema Chachi surrendered with a heavy sigh, defeated by the logic.
"Don't feel bad. We have to think about Avi as well," Meena Chachi said softly, placing a hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder.
"Okay. I will only have sex with Avi once," Seema Chachi confirmed, nodding slowly.
"That's more like it," Meena Chachi said, giving a look of satisfaction.
"It's done now, right? Can I leave? I'm feeling sleepy," Seema Chachi asked, moving toward the door.
"Wait. You have to do something else as well," Meena Chachi commanded, holding her back gently.
"What do I have to do now?" Seema Chachi asked, turning back with tired eyes.
"You have to do one more thing," Meena Chachi repeated, leaning closer to whisper.
"Tell me what I have to do," Seema Chachi urged, stepping near.
"If Suman Didi asks you who you're having sex with, you just tell her that you haven't seen him, and say that you do it in the dark, so you can't see his face," Meena Chachi instructed, her voice low and careful.
"Why this drama?" Seema Chachi whispered, confusion clear on her face.
"You know that Suman Didi will never agree to have sex with Avi," Meena Chachi explained, her eyes serious. "But there's a way. Whenever Avi has sex with Suman Didi, it will be dark in the room. This way, Suman Didi won't find out who she's having sex with."
"But Didi will find out one day or another," Seema Chachi pointed out, shaking her head slowly.
"I will tell Didi about Avi before she finds out," Meena Chachi stated, her voice firm with resolve.
"Look, you're doing something wrong. I can't do this," Seema Chachi insisted, pulling her hands away, stepping back.
"It's not wrong. If anything happens, I will take all the blame on myself. Is that fine now?" Meena Chachi countered, her gaze unwavering.
"Don't involve me. You don't know anything about Suman Didi," Seema Chachi said nervously, glancing toward the door, her eyes wide.
"I told you that your name won't be taken. Just if Didi ever asks, don't tell her about Avi," Meena Chachi repeated the core rule, her finger held up in warning.
"Okay. I won't tell Didi about Avi," Seema Chachi agreed, letting out a defeated breath.
Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi kept talking for a while, their voices low and muffled. After that, Seema Chachi left the room, looking very troubled.
"What was all that, Chachi?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, turning to Meena Chachi.
"Don't think too much. Just trust me; I'll make everything right," Meena Chachi assured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"But," I started to protest, still confused by the trickery.
"Forget about 'but'. Don't tell Seema Didi that you're going to have sex with Suman Didi in the morning," Meena Chachi commanded, cutting me off, her eyes fixed on mine.
"Why?" I asked, needing to know the secrecy behind the secrecy.
"She wants to have sex with you twice. You saw how I convinced her," Meena Chachi explained, rolling her eyes playfully. "If Seema Didi finds out that you're only having sex with her once so you can have sex with Suman Didi, she'll never agree."
"I understood. Where do you get these ideas?" I asked, truly impressed by her detailed deception.
"You have to use your brain for these kinds of ideas. You don't have to think about sex all the time," Meena Chachi teased, tapping my head lightly. "If you don't have sex one day, you get to have sex for ten days after that."
"Sorry, Chachi," I said, giving her a grateful smile for the complicated plan.
Then Meena Chachi also left, and I started to study, my mind racing with thoughts of the midnight appointment.
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(30-10-2025, 09:35 PM)lee.jae.han Wrote: ## Update 87: The Secrecy Pact (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Seema Chachi)
After a while, Meena Chachi came to my room again. Seema Chachi also came with her.
"Avi," Meena Chachi said, her voice clear.
"Yes, Chachi," I replied, looking up from my studies.
"Put your books aside and listen to me," Meena Chachi instructed.
Meena Chachi winked at me quickly. I understood that she wanted to talk in front of Seema Chachi, and I had to support her act.
"Seema Didi, from today, you will only have sex with Avi once," Meena Chachi stated, her voice firm, staring at her sister-in-law.
"No, I'm going to do it twice," Seema Chachi protested immediately, shaking her head.
"No, Didi. From today, you will only have sex once," Meena Chachi insisted, standing firm.
"Why?" Seema Chachi demanded, frowning deeply at the change.
"Because it's important for Avi to study," Meena Chachi explained, making a serious face. "He gets tired after having sex. Then he can't study."
*I was shocked to hear this weak excuse.*
"But what will happen with just one time?" Seema Chachi questioned, looking disappointed, her shoulders dropping slightly.
"Everything will be fine. Trust me," Meena Chachi promised, nodding confidently.
"But still," Seema Chachi argued, shifting her weight nervously on her feet.
"Do you want Avi to fail?" Meena Chachi challenged, her voice raising sharply. "If so, you can have sex twice."
"Why would I want that?" Seema Chachi said, her voice sounding hurt by the question.
"Then why are you being stubborn?" Meena Chachi countered, her voice sharp.
"I'm not being stubborn. Okay, I'll only do it once," Seema Chachi surrendered with a heavy sigh, defeated by the logic.
"Don't feel bad. We have to think about Avi as well," Meena Chachi said softly, placing a hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder.
"Okay. I will only have sex with Avi once," Seema Chachi confirmed, nodding slowly.
"That's more like it," Meena Chachi said, giving a look of satisfaction.
"It's done now, right? Can I leave? I'm feeling sleepy," Seema Chachi asked, moving toward the door.
"Wait. You have to do something else as well," Meena Chachi commanded, holding her back gently.
"What do I have to do now?" Seema Chachi asked, turning back with tired eyes.
"You have to do one more thing," Meena Chachi repeated, leaning closer to whisper.
"Tell me what I have to do," Seema Chachi urged, stepping near.
"If Suman Didi asks you who you're having sex with, you just tell her that you haven't seen him, and say that you do it in the dark, so you can't see his face," Meena Chachi instructed, her voice low and careful.
"Why this drama?" Seema Chachi whispered, confusion clear on her face.
"You know that Suman Didi will never agree to have sex with Avi," Meena Chachi explained, her eyes serious. "But there's a way. Whenever Avi has sex with Suman Didi, it will be dark in the room. This way, Suman Didi won't find out who she's having sex with."
"But Didi will find out one day or another," Seema Chachi pointed out, shaking her head slowly.
"I will tell Didi about Avi before she finds out," Meena Chachi stated, her voice firm with resolve.
"Look, you're doing something wrong. I can't do this," Seema Chachi insisted, pulling her hands away, stepping back.
"It's not wrong. If anything happens, I will take all the blame on myself. Is that fine now?" Meena Chachi countered, her gaze unwavering.
"Don't involve me. You don't know anything about Suman Didi," Seema Chachi said nervously, glancing toward the door, her eyes wide.
"I told you that your name won't be taken. Just if Didi ever asks, don't tell her about Avi," Meena Chachi repeated the core rule, her finger held up in warning.
"Okay. I won't tell Didi about Avi," Seema Chachi agreed, letting out a defeated breath.
Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi kept talking for a while, their voices low and muffled. After that, Seema Chachi left the room, looking very troubled.
"What was all that, Chachi?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, turning to Meena Chachi.
"Don't think too much. Just trust me; I'll make everything right," Meena Chachi assured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"But," I started to protest, still confused by the trickery.
"Forget about 'but'. Don't tell Seema Didi that you're going to have sex with Suman Didi in the morning," Meena Chachi commanded, cutting me off, her eyes fixed on mine.
"Why?" I asked, needing to know the secrecy behind the secrecy.
"She wants to have sex with you twice. You saw how I convinced her," Meena Chachi explained, rolling her eyes playfully. "If Seema Didi finds out that you're only having sex with her once so you can have sex with Suman Didi, she'll never agree."
"I understood. Where do you get these ideas?" I asked, truly impressed by her detailed deception.
"You have to use your brain for these kinds of ideas. You don't have to think about sex all the time," Meena Chachi teased, tapping my head lightly. "If you don't have sex one day, you get to have sex for ten days after that."
"Sorry, Chachi," I said, giving her a grateful smile for the complicated plan.
Then Meena Chachi also left, and I started to study, my mind racing with thoughts of the midnight appointment.
- Thats fantastic story. I loved it.
Its an easy go for Avi. I prefer some more naughty, dirty and desirable conversation between the characters.
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## Update 88: The Labyrinth of Lies
In the depths of the night, Meena chachi quietly entered Suman chachi's room.
"Didi, are you awake? Are you ready?" Meena chachi whispered, shaking her sister gently.
Suman chachi stirred in the darkness. "Ready for what, Meena? I was sleeping soundly."
"To finally become a mother," Meena chachi stated simply.
Suman chachi sat up slightly, the sleepiness instantly gone. "Yes, I am."
"Then you have to have sex with that boy today," Meena chachi announced, dropping the bombshell.
"What, today?" Suman chachi gasped, her voice tight with surprise.
"Why? What happened? Are you having second thoughts?" Meena chachi asked, feigning surprise.
"Suddenly, how can I... have you at least done it with that boy first?" Suman chachi asked, needing reassurance of its safety.
"Yes, I've been having sex with that boy for an entire week now," Meena chachi lied, exaggerating the timeline for confidence.
"For a week? Where, how, when?" Suman chachi demanded, her voice rising in astonishment. "You could have told me all this!"
"In this house, didi," Meena chachi explained, keeping the lie going. "After you all went to sleep, I used to sneak out and have sex with that boy."
"What, in this house?" Suman chachi pressed, her eyes wide with shock in the dim light.
"Yes," Meena chachi insisted.
"What if Avi's Chacha found out what you were doing?" Suman chachi worried, gripping the blanket.
"I would put him to sleep with a sleeping pill," Meena chachi fabricated, detailing a complex scheme. "Then I would have sex with that boy, with no risk."
"But still..." Suman chachi stammered. "What if Avi himself saw you or heard you?"
*(Internal thought of Meena chachi: I was having sex with Avi himself, of course.)* Meena chachi smiled faintly. "I used to do everything after checking thoroughly. I am not careless, didi."
"But," Suman chachi started to argue.
"You're getting worried for no reason, didi," Meena chachi soothed, laying another lie. "I used to have sex at 4:30 a.m. when everyone was in a deep sleep, ensuring maximum safety." *(This was the lie that became the truth for Suman chachi's own session.)*
"Okay," Suman chachi relented, accepting the lie. "Will my sex also be here, in the house?"
"Yes, your sex will also be in the house," Meena chachi confirmed. "If you do it outside and someone sees you going out, there can be huge trouble and gossip."
"Okay," Suman chachi agreed. "But you told me that after you had your turn, Seema would have sex with that boy next."
"Seema didi has already had sex with that boy, multiple times," Meena chachi announced casually.
"What? She did?" Suman chachi exclaimed, utterly surprised by her Meena's stealth.
"Yes. Seema didi is done with her part," Meena chachi confirmed, letting the lie build confidence. "Only you are left now."
"How can I..." Suman chachi whispered, pulling the blanket to her chest. "I can't do it with a stranger... I'll be too shy."
"I have a solution for that as well," Meena chachi said, leaning in.
"Tell me what the solution is, quickly," Suman chachi urged.
"Where I had sex, you will have sex there as well," Meena chachi revealed. "I had sex in the storeroom—the old room where Avi's grandpa used to live. And you know it's pitch dark in the storeroom. He won't be able to see you, and you won't be able to see him."
"Then it's fine," Suman chachi said, the darkness offering the necessary shield of anonymity.
"And you won't talk to him at all," Meena chachi warned.
"Why the silence?" Suman chachi asked, puzzled.
"Because I haven't told that boy that he will have sex with someone else tonight," Meena chachi explained, spinning the web of deceit tighter. "He will think that he is having sex with me, that you are me."
"What if he finds out it's me instead of you?" Suman chachi worried aloud.
"If he didn't find out when he was with Seema didi, how will he find out now when he thinks he's with me?" Meena chachi countered, using Seema chachi's success as evidence.
"Okay," Suman chachi conceded. "But who exactly is that boy, Meena? I need to know."
"I can't tell you that, didi," Meena chachi said, shaking her head.
"But why can't you tell me?" Suman chachi pleaded.
"Because that boy made me promise that no one should know about this arrangement," Meena chachi insisted, shifting the blame to the fictitious boy. "If someone finds out, he can be in trouble, and then where will we find another boy with his power?"
"But you can tell me, your sister," Suman chachi pressed, her voice soft and persuasive.
"If I tell you, I will have to tell Seema didi as well, and the secret will get out," Meena chachi deflected.
"Okay, don't tell me," Suman chachi sighed, defeated by the secrecy. "So I have to have sex with that boy tonight?"
"Not tonight, didi," Meena chachi clarified again, emphasizing the timing. "At 4:30 a.m. when the house is quiet."
"It's the same thing," Suman chachi grumbled.
"As you think," Meena chachi replied, smiling.
"Meena, tell me something about that boy," Suman chachi requested, her eyes shining with curiosity.
"What should I tell you?" Meena chachi asked, playing innocent.
"That... about his performance," Suman chachi finished, blushing even in the dark.
"What 'that', didi?" Meena chachi teased. "You understand perfectly, but you're pretending to be a stranger."
"Then you will see all that during the sex itself," Meena chachi finally said. *(Internal thought of Meena chachi: How will she see anything? The sex will be in the total dark!)*
"Okay. I'll see then," Suman chachi agreed, deciding to trust Meena. "Come on, I'm going to sleep now so I can wake up early in the morning."
Suman chachi lay back down in her bed to sleep. Meena chachi stood for a moment, looking at Meena. *What should I do? I had to put on so much drama to convince you, didi. And I had to lie so many times. Forgive me for this deception. If everything goes well, it will be good for the whole family. Otherwise, if the truth comes out, I'm utterly doomed.* Meena chachi left Suman chachi's room, heading to her own to set her alarm for 4:00 a.m.
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## Update 89: The Forbidden Touch (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Suman Chachi)
After Meena Chachi left my room, I immediately fell asleep. Before closing my eyes, I kept the room door slightly ajar, as instructed during dinner. I was thinking only of Suman Chachi so deeply that I didn't even realize when the time passed, when Seema Chachi came to the room, or when I quickly had sex with her once. I was entirely preoccupied with the upcoming secret rendezvous. After having sex with Seema Chachi, she left, and I went to sleep, my thoughts still consumed by Suman Chachi. The room door remained open.
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4:00 a.m.
Meena Chachi shook Suman Chachi awake in the darkness of their room. "Didi, wake up. It's morning now," she whispered, her voice low.
Suman Chachi groaned, pulling the sheet over her face. "What time is it, Meena?" she mumbled into the fabric.
"It's 4:00 a.m. exactly," Meena Chachi urged, giving her sister a firmer shake.
"Let me sleep for a while longer," Suman Chachi complained, burrowing into the sheets. "Why are you disturbing my sleep so early in the morning?"
"Have you forgotten that you have to have sex today, to become a mother?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice sharp with reminder.
As soon as she heard the word "sex," Suman Chachi woke up completely, her body tense with anticipation.
Meena Chachi stood up. "You get fresh in fifteen minutes. Until then, I'll go and check if that boy has arrived and is ready."
Suman Chachi immediately threw off her blanket, her feet touching the cool floor. "You go, Meena. I'll get fresh and come quickly."
Meena Chachi came to my room, moving with silent efficiency, and shook me awake. "Avi, wake up now. Clean your face with the water kept in your room. And do not, under any circumstance, come out of the room until I tell you," she instructed in a fierce whisper.
"Yes, Chachi," I confirmed, my voice thick with sleep, my heart pounding with adrenaline. The cold water on my face instantly cleared my head.
After saying this, Meena Chachi left my room.
Meena Chachi returned to Suman Chachi's room. "Didi, are you ready? Time is short," she whispered anxiously.
"Yes, I am," Suman Chachi whispered back, her voice nervous. "Has he come to the house yet?"
"Yes, he's standing outside the storeroom," Meena Chachi lied, keeping the deception intact. "Come with me now."
Meena Chachi took Suman Chachi to the storeroom, moving through the sleeping house like a shadow.
Meena Chachi instructed Suman Chachi outside the door. "Didi, go inside, take off all your clothes, and lie down on the bed. You must be completely ready."
Suman Chachi took off her clothes quickly and lay down on the old, soft bed inside the pitch-black room.
Meena Chachi paused at the door. "You wait here. I'll go and get that boy. And yes, remember, I'll also be in the room, pretending to be nearby so that when he wants to say something, I will talk to him. You just stay quiet. This will make him feel that I'm the one on the bed, not you."
"Okay," Suman Chachi agreed, the nervousness palpable in her voice. "Now hurry up, Meena, or everyone will wake up soon."
Meena Chachi came back to my room. "Avi, take off your clothes right now and follow me," she commanded, her eyes burning with intensity.
I quickly took off my clothes and went naked behind Meena Chachi. She stopped near the storeroom door.
"You come in after exactly two minutes. Close the room door silently. You know where the bed is, right? Just come near the bed and start your work immediately. No talking, remember."
After saying this, Meena Chachi went inside the room. After two minutes, I went inside. I went inside and closed the door with the softest click possible. I walked slowly and carefully in the absolute blackness and came near the bed. I started to search for Suman Chachi on the bed with my hands. The dark was impossibly thick in the room. But after trying a little bit, my hand found Suman Chachi's smooth legs.
As soon as my hand touched her, her body started to tremble violently under my fingers. I moved my hand up toward her chooť. I placed my hand on her chooť. Her chooť was already completely hot and wet with anticipation. Unlike Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi, who kept themselves totally clean, Suman Chachi had a full bush of hair like a thick, dark cloud. The hair felt soft and coarse against my fingers, a new, exciting texture. I didn't care about the hair; I quickly found the chooť's soft lips and started to rub her with my hand. Suman Chachi started to take suppressed moans, a faint whimper escaping her lips. I could hear Meena Chachi's quiet breathing nearby, a silent guard in the deep dark.
I knew the rules: during sex with Suman Chachi, I wasn't supposed to kiss, suck her breasts, or fuck her gaand. I just had to do whatever I had to do with her chooť. It felt like I was having sex only with her chooť, without involving the rest of her body. Meena Chachi had given me permission to *play* with her chooť as much as I needed. For a while, I kept rubbing her chooť, feeling the heat of her desire increase under my palm.
Then I lowered my head and started to kiss her chooť. The simple act of kissing made Suman Chachi get even more hot and restless. The heat in her chooť was intense and felt burning hot against my lips. I had to perform the sex in a way that Suman Chachi wouldn't find out who I was, and the second problem was the severe time limit. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my lunď felt thick and ready.
For a while, I kept kissing her chooť, using my hands to find and memorize the shape of her most private part. I couldn't see her chooť in the total dark, but I could tell exactly how it was by the wetness and shape under my hands. Meena Chachi had made Suman Chachi lie on the bed in such a position that I could easily lick her chooť and then fuck her chooť in one swift motion.
I kept kissing her chooť for a good while. Then I started to lick her chooť with my tongue. After kissing her chooť for so long, she had released her water a second time. Licking her chooť made her water go into my mouth. Suman Chachi's water was salty and deeply intoxicating. Licking her chooť water made me feel intoxicated and immensely powerful. After licking her chooť for a while, she released her water again, completely saturated. Meena Chachi, who was standing nearby, silently held my head, giving me the signal. I understood that she wanted me to start the penetration now, especially since it was going to be morning soon.
I put my spit on my lunď for lubrication and placed my lunď on her chooť. After a short while of rubbing my lunď on her chooť entrance, Suman Chachi came fully into the mood, her hips moving subconsciously. I gave a controlled thrust, and three inches of my lunď went into her chooť. A sharp, suppressed scream came out of her mouth, quickly swallowed back. I knew she hadn't had sex for many, many years, perhaps not since my uncle stopped seeing her, unlike Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi.
To lessen her pain, I placed my hands on her breasts and started to press them hard. Meena Chachi had told me not to suck her breasts, but had not forbidden pressing them. Her breasts felt heavy and full under my hands.
After a while, I gave a second, deeper thrust, and six inches of my lunď went inside. This time, she screamed loudly, but the sound disappeared abruptly in the middle, a strange choking sound. I instantly thought Meena Chachi must have put her hand on Suman Chachi's mouth or quickly kissed her to muffle the sound.
For a while, I kept my lunď in her chooť completely still and kept pressing her breasts relentlessly. Pressing her breasts gave Suman Chachi a little bit of relief and distraction. I started to move my lunď forward and backward slowly, increasing the rhythm. Before moving my lunď, I stopped pressing her breasts, concentrating on the motion. After a while, her initial pain lessened, replaced by a dull ache. When I felt that her pain had finally lessened, I gave a final, powerful thrust, and my lunď went deep into the depths of her chooť. Her chooť also started to put intense pressure on my lunď, gripping me tightly. If I had waited any longer for a slow approach, it would have taken too much time, and it would have been morning.
Without stopping, I took my lunď out slowly and put it in again quickly. This aggressive motion gave her both pain and escalating pleasure. After doing this ten or twelve times, Suman Chachi started to have fun, her body responding actively. Then I started to thrust with full force. First, I was thrusting slowly, then I started to thrust hard and deep. Suman Chachi first felt the pain of the thrusts in her chooť, then she started to have fun with every thrust, a low moan finally escaping her throat.
I was trying to have full fun despite the restrictions. As the speed of my thrusts increased, Suman Chachi started to lift her gaand up to meet me, moving her pelvis wildly. She was enjoying the sex with complete fun, her body becoming fluid and desperate beneath me. I fucked Suman Chachi's chooť for about thirty intense minutes. Then I released my semen deep into her chooť, completing the mission. The pressure in my groin released in a massive flood. In the meantime, she had released her water three separate times, the friction overpowering her pain. There was nothing subtle in this sex; I just had to put my lunď in her chooť and thrust until I was empty.
I was getting angry at Meena Chachi for making this a clinical act, but I knew whatever she did was to ensure Suman Chachi became happy and pregnant. And she had perfectly executed the plan to have sex in the dark like this. That's why I gave her maximum fun even in this restricted kind of sex.
After releasing my semen into her chooť, I was about to take my lunď out and fall on her chest in exhaustion, but Meena Chachi held me and told me to leave slowly, right now. I took my lunď out and slipped out of the storeroom.
It was a good thing that my chacha was still soundly sleeping, completely unaware. Meena Chachi was still in the storeroom with Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi was dreaming about last night's sex, and my chacha was sleeping soundly after taking a sleeping pill. After coming out of the storeroom, I went to my room. I collapsed naked onto the bed and immediately went to sleep, the thrill of the forbidden encounter still coursing through me.
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## Update 90 A: Second day with suman chachi (Avi , Meena and Suman Chachi)
In the morning, the next day, Meena Chachi gently woke me up from my sleep.
Meena Chachi smiled faintly. "How was the sex with Suman Didi?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine.
"I had fun," I admitted, stretching my tired muscles, feeling the deep ache of the night. "Even though it was incomplete sex with all the rules."
"You keep having fun with Didi like this," Meena Chachi instructed, her eyes softening with approval.
"And what about with you?" I pressed, already missing her raw energy.
"With me," Meena Chachi replied, a sly look in her eyes, adjusting her sari. "When I say so. You must wait for my command."
"Okay," I agreed, already resigned to her control."Chachi, Suman Chachi has a full bush," I whispered to Meena Chachi, frowning a little. "It was completely different from you and Seema Chachi.
Meena Chachi laughed, a soft, amused sound. "Suman Didi is not interested so much in sex, Avi. She doesn't keep clean below like Seema and me. She has not paid attention to that part for many years," she explained, shaking her head lightly.
"Chachi, today, I want to try a different position with Suman Chachi," I said quickly, leaning forward on the bed. "Like fucking from behind."
Meena Chachi frowned, shaking her head. "Don't expect too much, Avi. I cannot tell Suman Didi to do something just as you wish," she warned, her voice low.
"Chachi, please," I begged, grabbing her wrist gently. "Ask her only once, and try to convince her in your way. She will agree, I know she will."
"Why not like the first time, from the front?" Meena Chachi asked, her expression questioning.
"I could grip her body and fuck her with a stronger grip from behind," I explained, my voice tight with desire. "If I fuck with more force, she might enjoy more, Chachi."
Meena Chachi sighed, relaxing her shoulders. "No problem. She won't expect that much from a stranger. She is only doing it for the baby," she said, trying to convince me to drop the idea.
"Chachi, you both enjoyed so much," I pressed, my voice soft but insistent. "Why can't my Suman Chachi also enjoy this?"
She looked at me for a long moment, then smiled, defeated. "You are too adamant, Avi," she chuckled. "And you know I can't guarantee anything, as Suman Chachi won't talk about sex with anyone. Anyway, I will try to convince her."
Later that evening, Meena Chachi went to talk to Suman Chachi.
"Didi, I need to tell you something that might scare you," Meena Chachi said, her voice serious, sitting next to her sister-in-law.
"What happened, Meena?" Suman Chachi asked, instantly worried, clutching the blanket.
"The boy found out he is doing sex with someone else," Meena Chachi announced, letting the lie land heavily.
Suman Chachi gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "He found out? How?"
"He said he really liked it," Meena Chachi explained, quickly moving to soothe her fear. "But he mentioned the bushes, Didi. He asked me to tell you to clean it for next time."
Suman Chachi looked down, blushing deeply in the dim light. "But I never expected someone to put their mouth there, Meena. I was too shocked, but couldn't say anything," she whispered, confessing her surprise. "Did you also let him do the same to you?"
Meena Chachi smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "Yes, Didi. I did. That is the quickest way to pleasure. The first time is surprising, but the pleasure you get from it is wonderful," she explained, her voice soft and tempting.
Suman Chachi sat still, her chest rising and falling quickly. She enjoyed the conversation but couldn't bring herself to admit she liked the strange new pleasure. "The boy is clever, Didi. And he likes you," Meena Chachi stressed. "But he is very sensitive to cleanliness. If you keep it clean, you will also get more pleasure from him," she pushed, using temptation as a tool.
Suman Chachi blushed, trying to conceal the happiness that flickered in her eyes. "Everything for the baby," she whispered, looking down at her hands. "If the boy wants it, I will keep it clean."
"Good," Meena Chachi said, relieved. "And Didi, for the sex today, he wants to try a different position. From behind. Are you okay with it?"
Suman Chachi immediately agreed. "I am okay with it," she confirmed, her voice surprisingly firm, perhaps eager to please the boy now that he had noticed her.
As usual, in the early morning, Meena Chachi went to Suman Chachi. She asked Suman Chachi to go inside the storeroom and bend in the doggy position on the old bed. Suman Chachi complied quickly, her breathing already shallow with nerves and anticipation.
Then Meena Chachi came to my room. I was already awake.
"Listen," Meena Chachi warned, holding my arm tightly. "If she screams or feels hurt, you should go slow immediately. Don't take too long, Avi."
I agreed happily. "Yes, Chachi, I agree. And Chachi, can I play with her breasts from behind?" I asked, hopeful.
Meena Chachi thought for a second, then nodded. "Okay. She is not facing you anyway, so it's not a problem. No sound, no words."
We both went toward the storeroom. She went and informed suman chachi about my arrival. After few minutes, I went inside and closed the door silently. I moved slowly to the bed, my lunď already hard and heavy in the total darkness. I reached out and found Suman Chachi's hips, feeling her already bent body.
I lifted her saree gently from behind. My fingers traced the curve of her waist down to her smooth skin. I was relieved to find that she had cleaned herself—her skin was smooth beneath my touch. Meena chachi must have prepared this also , clean choot , I thought, a thrill running through me.
I knelt down and lowered my mouth, starting to kiss and then lick her chooť. Her whole body shook with the first touch of my tongue. I licked with deep, hard pressure. She whimpered, pressing her chooť back against my face. The taste was sharp and intoxicating. I licked her until she was trembling, her wetness soaking my face.
Then I positioned my lunď at the entrance of her chooť. I pushed with a strong, single thrust, and my lunď was deep inside her. A sharp, muffled scream came from her, quickly choked back—Suman Chachi must have been holding her mouth tightly. Her chooť felt incredibly tight and warm around my lunď.
I immediately started pressing her breasts from behind, using my hands to squeeze them hard. The pain in her chooť slowly turned into pleasure as I started a fast, deep rhythm. The back of her legs felt strong against my waist. I used my full force, fucking her chooť hard and deep. Suman Chachi's hips were moving with mine now, faster and faster, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
The sound of my lunď slapping against her chooť and the bed was loud in the small, dark room, but Suman Chachi's muffled screams and deep moans were even louder.
I fucked Suman Chachi with everything I had. The tight grip of her chooť and the forbidden pleasure of the position was overwhelming. After several powerful minutes, I felt the familiar burn and released my semen deep into her chooť. The force of my climax left me weak, panting against her back.
I stayed still for a moment, then I slowly pulled my lunď out, covered in her wetness. I silently slipped out of the storeroom and ran back to my room, collapsing on the bed, my body exhausted but my mind reeling with the success of the new position.
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## Update 90 B: The Riding Demand (Avi , Meena and Suman Chachi)
Nextday, in my room , Meena Chachi smiled faintly. "How was the sex with Suman Didi?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine.
"It was amazing, Chachi," I admitted, stretching my tired muscles. "Fucking her from behind felt so much more powerful. I could grip her hips and go much deeper."
"She listened to your request," Meena Chachi observed, her eyes softening with approval. "Keep making the effort with Didi like this."
I said, my voice full of determination, setting the glass down. "Today is the third day. I want two new things from her."
Meena Chachi raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms lightly. "What are they, Avi? Don't expect too much."
"First, I want her to suck my lund, like you both do" I said, leaning closer, keeping my voice low. "And then, I want her to ride on top of me. I want Suman Chachi to ride my lunď."
Meena Chachi frowned, shaking her head immediately. "No, Avi. Absolutely no. That is too much. I can't ask Suman Didi to put your lunď in her mouth," she warned, her voice firm, glancing toward the door.
"Chachi, please," I begged, grabbing her hand. "Ask her only once. Tell her it will be a new pleasure for her. You know she will agree if you convince her. I need to feel her riding me, Chachi."
She looked at me for a long moment, then sighed, defeated by my intense plea. "You are too demanding, Avi. I cannot promise anything. I will talk to Suman Chachi," she said, getting up quickly before I could argue more, and walking toward the door.
Later that evening, after the family dinner, Meena Chachi waited until my uncle left the sitting room. She then pulled Suman Chachi aside near the kitchen door.
"Didi, the boy is very happy you cleaned yourself for him," Meena Chachi said, her back to the hall. "He said the second session was his best yet."
Suman Chachi blushed, but looked pleased. "Everything is for the baby, Meena," she insisted, though her eyes betrayed her growing excitement.
"Good. But the boy has two new wishes for the morning," Meena Chachi admitted, looking nervous.
"What now?" Suman Chachi asked, fear returning to her eyes.
"He wants you to play with his lunď in your mouth," Meena Chachi whispered, her gaze intense. "And then he wants you to sit on top of him and ride him."
Suman Chachi recoiled, shaking her head hard. "No, Meena! That is too dirty! I cannot do that. The mouth is too much. And riding him is too intimate. I won't do it!"
"Didi, I understand it is hard," Meena Chachi said, her voice soft and tempting, reaching out to rub her arm.
"But we cannot expect the boy to repeat the same thing every day like a machine. We also take his lunď and play with it; then it will become bigger. He also enjoys when someone sucks, and then he happily fucks. That is what we need, right?" Meena Chachi argued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "If he enjoys it, he might release more sperms, and that is what matters for the baby, Didi."
Suman Chachi finally gave in, her body relaxing with heavy defeat. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely a sound. "I will do it."
As usual, in the early morning, Meena Chachi came to my room. She warned me that Suman Chachi was very nervous and to be quick and gentle.
We both went toward the storeroom. Meena Chachi went inside first to position Suman Chachi. Suman Chachi was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly apart, looking terrified and tense.
After two minutes, I went inside and closed the door silently. I moved slowly to the bed. I reached out and found Suman Chachi sitting there, her body stiff.
I knelt before her, and she lifted her saree slightly. I took my hard lunď and, without touching her, moved it slowly over her smooth stomach, then across her inner thighs. The simple brush of my lunď over her skin made her gasp softly.
Then I moved my lunď up toward her face. She immediately closed her eyes tightly, tears pricking her lids. I gently touched my lunď to her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, hesitant and scared.
I inserted the tip of my lunď slowly into her mouth. I started with a slow, gentle thrust, trying to ease her into it. But the darkness and the fear were too much. I increased the pace, thrusting my lunď deeper into her mouth, feeling the slick heat and the wet tongue.
Suddenly, Suman Chachi started to cough violently, the sound sharp and muffled. She pulled her head back, shaking it wildly.
Meena Chachi, who was standing nearby, rushed forward. "Stop, She can't breathe!" Meena Chachi hissed quietly, quickly pulling my lunď out of Suman Chachi's mouth.
Meena Chachi helped Suman Chachi cough, rubbing her back. "It's okay,. It's okay. Let's try the riding now," Meena Chachi coached her.
I was breathing hard, my lunď aching from the sudden stop. Meena Chachi then physically helped Suman Chachi lift her body and guided my lunď to her chooť. Suman Chachi's chooť was already wet and ready, easily accepting my lunď.
Suman Chachi could not sit properly by herself. She was too nervous to find her balance. She immediately grabbed onto Meena Chachi's shoulders and waist for support, holding her tightly.
Meena Chachi held her steady.
With Meena Chachi's support, Suman Chachi started to jump and ride my lunď. She bounced up and down, clumsily at first, then found a fast, hard rhythm, using Meena Chachi for balance and control. The position was incredible. I lay back, watching her dark shape ride me, her hands gripping Meena Chachi tightly.
The rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound of her chooť on my hips filled the room. She rode with a fierce, demanding energy, her moans now muffled against Meena Chachi's neck. I pumped up hard against her every time she came down.
We continued this way for what felt like twenty minutes. My hips were on fire from the constant motion. The tight, pulsing sensation of her chooť around my lunď was overwhelming. I felt the familiar burn and released my semen with a powerful spasm deep inside her.
The moment I climaxed, Suman Chachi cried out and immediately collapsed onto Meena Chachi's chest, completely exhausted. She had ridden me until she was too weak to continue, she had reached her own climax multiple times.
I stayed still for a moment, then I slowly pulled my lunď out, covered in her wetness. I silently slipped out of the storeroom and ran back to my room, my entire body trembling with exhaustion and intense pleasure.
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## Update 90 C: The Strategic Pause (Avi and Meena Chachi)
After these three days, it was Seema Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle, following the rotation. Seema Chachi had been sleeping with my uncle for a week now. Meena Chachi then told Suman Chachi to sleep with my uncle for the next three days. In these three days, on the first night, I had sex with Suman Chachi once and with Meena Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi.
Now for the next three days, it was Meena Chachi's turn to sleep with my uncle. In these three days, the same complex rotation happened as in the last three days. On the first night, I had sex with Meena Chachi once and with Suman Chachi once. On the second night, I had sex with Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi. And on the last night, I had sex with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi.
Then it was Seema Chachi's turn again. For the next three days, it was her turn to sleep with my uncle. Then for the next three days, it was Suman Chachi's turn. Then for two days, it was Meena Chachi's turn. In this constant, exhausting way, all three of my Chachis were sleeping with my uncle one by one, ensuring a rotation, and they were all having sex with me according to Meena Chachi's intricate schedule.
A whole month passed by in this structured routine of studying and having sex. Then Meena Chachi came to my room in the afternoon. I immediately stopped writing and started to think about what new strategic move she wanted to make now that she had come to my room in the middle of the day.
Meena Chachi walked in and sat down, her expression serious and focused. "Avi, you've been having sex with us almost every day for a month now," she stated, looking me directly in the eye.
"Yes," I confirmed, my muscles tensing in anticipation of the conversation.
"Now we have to stop this sex, starting today," Meena Chachi declared, her voice final and sharp.
"But why?" I cried, my heart sinking in my chest. "Have you become a mother already?"
"I haven't gone to the doctor to check yet," Meena Chachi admitted, a hopeful look in her eyes. "But deep down, it feels like all three of us will become mothers soon."
"Then why are you stopping the sex if the mission isn't fully confirmed?" I pressed, disappointment clouding my face.
Meena Chachi leaned forward, her focus intense. "Because your important exam is in just two weeks. I don't want your exam to go bad because of fatigue. If you fail, Avi, I will never be able to forgive myself for letting you ruin your future."
"But I can manage both," I insisted, desperate to continue, leaning toward her.
"Just prepare for your exam now," Meena Chachi commanded, overriding my protest with a gesture. "Pass with flying colors, get good marks, and make our family name famous."
I was instantly sad, the prospect of a sex-free two weeks hitting me hard. I lowered my eyes. "Okay, I'll study. But after the exam is over, I won't listen to any excuses or rules."
"Okay, we'll see after the exam," Meena Chachi said, giving a new, powerful incentive. "If you come in the top ten students in the entire state, I will personally let you have sex with me and the others again."
"But the results will only come out three months after the exam," I protested, my face contorted in agony. "Will I truly have to wait until then to touch you all again?" The thought was torture.
Meena Chachi looked deeply hurt by my question, her eyes narrowing. "You can't do even this much for me, Avi? For our future?"
I instantly backed down, ashamed of my impatience. "Okay, I will wait. But it's a firm promise after the result, right?"
"Yes, I promise I will let you have sex with all of us," Meena Chachi vowed, confirming the deal with a nod. "But only after you get a rank and prove your competence."
"Okay," I agreed, the disappointment now replaced by a fierce determination. A knot tightened in my gut, mixing desire with academic pressure.
I immediately started to study, pushing thoughts of sex aside. For two weeks, I only studied—sometimes at home, and sometimes with Komal. For the first two or three days, thoughts of having sex kept popping into my mind, strong and distracting. My lunď felt heavy and demanding. But I controlled myself, recalling the lesson, and started to study with renewed focus. I remembered my Chachi's cold, calculated words: "If you think about sex all the time, you won't get anything. If you control yourself and use your brain, you will have a line of chooťs waiting for you."
With that image burned into my mind, I poured all my energy into my studies for two weeks straight.
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## Update 91: The Exam Begins (Avi and Riya)
My exams started today, marking the culmination of weeks of intense study. Some classes' exams had ended yesterday, including Mala’s, which meant I wouldn't be able to meet her until my own exams were completely over. I resolved that when I finally saw Mala again, I would first apologize for my sudden silence and focus.
After meticulously preparing for the exam, I carefully put all the necessary items into my bag. Before leaving, I went to the main room and touched the feet of my great-aunt, Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi, Meena Chachi, and my uncle, taking their blessings. Meena Chachi made a grand gesture of ceremony, feeding me a spoonful of curd and sugar to sweeten my luck, watching me with hopeful eyes as I swallowed the sweet mix.
I left for college at 10 a.m. My exam center was, conveniently, my own college. Komal also got our college as the center. More than half of our college's students had their center there, alongside students from other village colleges. There were about two hundred students in the college, out of which forty were from our college and the rest were strangers from other colleges and villages.
It didn't take me much time to find my designated place in the classroom. I got the second bench from the back wall. A girl was already sitting in front of me, her posture erect and rigid. She wasn't from our college. She was beautiful to look at, with sharp features and quiet intensity. I leaned forward and asked her name, trying to be friendly. "What is your name?" I asked, tapping her shoulder lightly. But she didn't even look up to tell me her name, dismissing me with her silence. I didn't give her much more attention after that; anyway, what was I going to do by knowing her name?
There was an empty seat right behind me. After a while, another girl came there, claiming the seat. This girl, I recognized, was from my own class. The girl sitting behind me was named Riya.
I turned slightly and talked with Riya for a while, making light conversation. "Are you ready for this paper?" I asked, settling the tension in my chest. I asked her about her studies and last-minute preparation. She leaned closer, her eyes wide, and whispered that she had studied some subjects thoroughly and left some major ones completely to the will of God, sighing dramatically.
We kept talking like this, easing the pre-exam tension, and then the invigilator sir came into the class. It was 10:30 a.m. now. The sir gave the blank answer sheets to everyone. After calmly writing my roll number and other details on the answer sheet, I closed my eyes and calmed my mind for a moment, recalling all the concepts I had recently studied. My body felt alert, ready to work.
We got the question papers at 11 a.m. sharp. I quickly looked at the paper once—the first one was of language—and started writing immediately. I didn't have much of a problem with it, as I had studied hard. I began to write the paper well, my hand moving smoothly across the page. I looked at Riya once; she was also writing her paper calmly, her tongue poking out in concentration. After looking at Riya, I returned my focus entirely to my own paper.
It had been about an hour into the exam when the girl in front of me abruptly got up and told the sir she needed to go to the washroom. "Sir, I need to go to the washroom," she announced, standing tall. Her answer sheet was left unattended on the bench. Because of the ceiling fan, some pages turned over slightly. My eyes inadvertently went to her answer sheet. She had only written two pages in the span of an hour. I immediately understood that this girl didn't know anything about the subject and was going to fail.
After fifteen long minutes, she finally came back. I mentally calculated the time she had wasted. *How can someone waste fifteen minutes during a crucial exam like this?* I thought, my mind racing with confusion over her lack of seriousness. I started to write my paper faster. I was genuinely happy that I knew the answers to most of the questions, a direct result of Meena Chachi's enforced study schedule. I kept writing the paper steadily.
Now only one hour was left when the girl in front of me told the sir that her paper was entirely done, even though the time wasn't up. "Sir, I am finished with my paper," she stated confidently. I was shocked to hear this—she had barely written anything. Then I thought that since she didn't know anything anyway, she was getting up and leaving out of frustration. But the sir, following the rules, didn't let her go. "No one can leave before the three-hour time limit," the sir announced, shaking his head. The girl told the sir to ask the principal sir once about early submission. "Please ask the Principal Sir once," she requested firmly. The sir, probably intimidated by her confidence, asked the principal sir. The principal sir surprisingly gave her permission. The girl collected her belongings and confidently left the class. After she left, I immediately returned to writing my paper, using the remaining time fully.
Then a sharp bell rang, and the sir announced that only ten minutes were left now. I was done with my paper entirely. I started to look over the paper once while sitting, checking to see if I had missed anything. Just then, Riya leaned forward and whispered, asking me the answer to a tricky, final question. "What is the answer to the last question?" she mouthed urgently. I looked at the sir. He was wandering here and there, distracted, looking out the window. I quickly slid my answer sheet over and showed the answer to Riya. She copied the answer quickly, scribbling furiously until the last second. My heart hammered against my ribs, fearing the invigilator would catch us. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat from the risk. I quickly pulled my paper back and smoothed it down.
Then the final bell rang loudly, signaling the end. With this, the first paper was over. The sir collected everyone's papers. I started to put my things into the bag, feeling the immense relief of completion. Riya leaned over and quietly said thank you to me for the help. "Thank you," she mouthed, smiling warmly. I smiled back and came out of the class.
I found Komal waiting outside in the corridor. She immediately asked me about the paper, wanting to compare notes. "How was your paper?" she asked, grabbing my arm. After talking about the paper for a while and discussing our strategy for tomorrow, I finally came home, ready for a much-deserved break before the next round of studying.
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## Update 92: The Empty House and Panic (Avi and Komal)
I came home after the exam, feeling the familiar relief, but the moment I reached the gate, I knew something was wrong. The house was locked, completely secured with a heavy padlock. It meant absolutely no one was home—a highly unusual occurrence. I rattled the gate hard, waiting for a response that never came. I asked the nearest neighbors, but they didn't know anything either. This was the first time that my home had ever been locked like this when I was due back. Normally, if my Chachis had to go somewhere important, they would tell me once, or at least one Chachi would stay at home, knowing my exam ended at 2 p.m. It was fine with my uncle; he would be in the fields at this time, but my Chachis should have stayed at home for me.
My anxiety surged. I immediately went to Pooja Bua's house, hoping to find my Chachis gathered there. Pooja Bua's house was also locked, the gate chained shut. Now my heart started to beat fast, thumping against my ribs. I felt a cold knot forming in my stomach. *Did something happen to my Chachis? Or to Raj or Pooja Bua herself?* I couldn't understand anything, the possibilities racing through my mind. The panic was sharp in my throat.
Then I quickly went to Neha Bua's house. I felt a small flicker of relief upon reaching her gate—her house was not locked. I knocked hard on the gate, desperate for answers. Komal opened the gate, and her face broke into a happy smile seeing me.
"Where is Neha Bua?" I asked immediately, the tension in my voice overriding my greeting.
Komal frowned, looking confused. "I don't know where Maa went," she shrugged, adjusting her dupatta.
I became even more worried hearing this. My mouth felt dry. "You're at home, yet Bua didn't tell you anything before leaving? No message?" I pressed her, my eyes searching hers.
Komal shrugged, her confusion turning to mild annoyance. "When I came home after the exam, the house was already locked. I had my own key. I opened the lock with it and came into the house. And I just started to study for tomorrow," she explained simply, moving aside.
My mind was about to burst with the illogical string of locked houses and unannounced departures. I rubbed my temples, trying to think clearly. "Didn't you go to Pooja Bua's and Neeta Bua's houses to find out what was going on?" I asked, my voice low with frustration.
"Maa always goes somewhere or the other with the others," Komal said dismissively, rolling her eyes. "What's new in this that requires me to go hunting for them?"
The thought of Komal knowing anything about my Chachis or Pooja Bua's complicated movements felt impossible. I said a hurried bye to Komal, turning on my heel, and went straight to Neeta Bua's house, the last hope. Her house was thankfully not locked. I knocked on the gate with a sudden sense of urgency. Kavita (Komal's sister) opened the gate. I walked inside, and Kavita went directly toward Leena's room.
I felt a genuine sense of relief wash over me after coming inside the safety of an open house. There, sitting inside, were Pooja Bua and Neha Bua with Neeta Bua. The familiar voices of Kavita, Leena, and Raj were coming from inside the room, an anchor of normalcy. My Chachis were clearly surprised to see me here, knowing my exams were ongoing. *Why was I here instead of studying?* their expressions seemed to ask, faces crinkling with surprise.
Neeta Bua leaned forward, her expression concerned. "Hey Avi, how come you're here right now? Your exams are going on. You should be studying at home," she said, patting the sofa beside her.
"I had some urgent work with you all," I explained, gesturing vaguely at my empty hands. "I went to Pooja Bua's and Neha Bua's houses, and no one was there, so I came here as a last resort."
Neha Bua looked puzzled. "Why did you go to my house first?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Pooja Bua's house was locked completely," I told her, my voice strained, feeling the fear return. "So I immediately went to your house."
Pooja Bua's brow furrowed. "What work did you have with me that was so urgent?" she demanded, her casual demeanor gone.
I went straight to the point, the words tumbling out. "Do any of you know where my Chachis are? All three of them?"
Pooja Bua laughed lightly, waving her hand dismissively. "They must be at home, Avi. Where else could they be? It's the middle of the day," she insisted, still smiling.
"The house is locked," I repeated, the three words heavy with concern, watching her smile fade.
Pooja Bua's amusement instantly vanished. She snapped upright. "What? The house is locked? This is the first time I'm hearing that your house is locked when Meena is supposed to be home," she exclaimed, shock painting her face.
"Do any of you know anything about where they might have gone suddenly?" I pressed, looking from one face to the next, my gaze desperate.
Neeta Bua shook her head, sincere in her reply. "No, Avi, we genuinely don't know where they went. We've been sitting here talking for the last three hours, since lunch," she confirmed, her lips pressed tight.
I stood there, feeling helpless and worried. My body tensed. "I don't know where my Chachis went without a word," I mumbled, my hands curling into fists at my sides. A knot tightened in my gut. My heart hammered against my ribs, refusing to slow down. The silence from the room seemed to press in on me.
Pooja Bua tried to reassure me, waving a dismissive hand. "Don't worry, Avi. They'll come back. They're not little kids who would go somewhere and get lost like this," she insisted, her voice trying to be calm.
"But," I started, needing a better explanation, my voice rising slightly.
"Oh yeah, maybe they went to the fields with your uncle," Pooja Bua suggested, an idea suddenly striking her. "He must have called them all to help with something urgent."
"But they could have at least told me, knowing I was coming home," I argued, the logic failing. "And how can all three go at once?"
"Don't worry about the logic," Pooja Bua insisted, ushering me toward the inner room. "Your uncle must have called them. They'll be back soon. You go and sit down to study with Komal and Leena for a bit."
Neeta Bua nodded in agreement, pushing me gently. "And don't think too much about this. They'll come back safe," she promised.
Neha Bua gave me a gentle push. "Now go and study with Komal. Your exam is tomorrow," she ordered softly.
I left the room, still sad and highly uneasy, the mystery of the empty house heavy in my thoughts. "Yes, Bua," I mumbled.
I went to find Komal in the inner study room, the strange disappearance of my Chachis lingering in the back of my mind, demanding an answer.
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## Update 93: The Triumphant News (Avi and Meena Chachi)
I started to study with Komal, but the anxiety over the missing Chachis still gnawed at me, a cold worry in my stomach. At 4 p.m., Raj suddenly came to the study room to call me and Komal. "Maa called you to Leena Didi's house," Raj said, gesturing wildly. My fear intensified. I was deeply afraid that the reason for their absence was a sudden accident or disaster involving my Chachis. Komal and I rushed back to Neeta Bua's house with Raj.
As we approached, I could hear a loud, joyous commotion from inside—laughter and excited chatter. My heart hammered against my ribs with confusion. *Did something bad happen, or something good?* I gathered my courage and pushed the gate open, stepping inside.
I was utterly shocked as soon as I entered. Pooja Bua, Neha Bua, Neeta Bua, Chachaji, Meena Chachi, Seema Chachi, and Suman Chachi were all sitting together, talking, their faces beaming with profound happiness. On the other side, Kavita, Leena, and Raj were enthusiastically eating sweets.
Meena Chachi saw me and immediately came toward me, her eyes shining with triumph, pulling me into a fierce hug. I couldn't comprehend what was happening; the confusion was thick in my mind. Meena Chachi kissed my forehead tenderly. Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi also came to me and hugged me tightly, one after the other, their bodies warm with excitement.
Pooja Bua, her face radiant, clapped her hands together to get our attention. She told me the astonishing news: all three of my Chachis—Meena Chachi, Seema Chachi, and Suman Chachi—were going to be mothers. They had just returned from the city after secretly meeting with a doctor to confirm the pregnancies.
Chachaji, standing slightly apart, his eyes shining with tears, immediately chimed in. "All this happened because of the blessings of the Maharaj," he proclaimed, shaking his head in amazement. He added that if the Maharaj hadn't intervened, he didn't know if he would ever have been able to become a father.
Suman Chachi turned to her son. "Raj, listen to me," she instructed, her voice thick with emotion. "Go to Mangala Kaki's house right now and tell her that we have called her to celebrate." Raj got up and ran out of the house, eager to share the news.
Neha Bua was the only one in the room who didn't look completely happy, her usual cynical expression still holding, though she smiled faintly. But Pooja Bua and Neeta Bua's happiness knew absolutely no bounds, their loud laughter echoing through the room. The same was the case with Chachaji. He was so overwhelmed that he was sometimes sitting on the sofa, sometimes standing, unable to process his joy. He would sometimes hug me tightly and sometimes thrust sweets into my mouth.
Meena Chachi made me sit close beside her on the sofa. She was visibly the happiest of all; she should have been, as all this was possible because of her sharp brain and strategic planning.
I, too, was ecstatic. *Why wouldn't I be happy?* I thought, my chest swelling. I had become a father. I was going to be a father at such a young age, and not just of one, but three children—or maybe even more, I didn't know the exact count! I was internally thrilled, but I was careful not to show it, displaying only as much happiness as a grateful nephew should show for his Chachis' good fortune.
Meena Chachi nudged my shoulder, her eyes twinkling with shared knowledge, her smile wide. "Avi, you should be overjoyed! Your new brothers and sisters are finally coming into the world," she whispered.
I smiled widely. "I am the happiest of all, Chachi. I've been wishing for this for a long time," I replied sincerely.
Suman Chachi reached over and pulled me into a deep, motherly hug, squeezing me tight. "You are my son, Avi. And you will always be. Even if your brothers and sisters come, you will always be my first and most beloved son," she promised, her voice thick with emotion.
Meena Chachi nodded firmly in agreement. "Didi is completely right. We will love Avi as much as we used to before, and we will continue to do so in the future as well," she asserted, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
I became even happier hearing Meena Chachi's reassuring words. I knew that whatever Meena Chachi says, she inevitably does. We kept talking and celebrating like this for a while.
After half an hour, Komal went home to study, aware of the time. Chachaji, meanwhile, went out to distribute the special sweets he had bought from the city to the entire village, sharing his unprecedented joy. After a while, Mangala Kaki also arrived. My Chachis immediately told her the news about their pregnancies. Kaki became intensely happy hearing this and offered her own blessings.
Then my Chachis and I came back to our house. My Chachis, in their excitement, invited all three of my Buas and Mangala Kaki for a grand dinner at our house that night. My second language paper was tomorrow, but I had already prepared for it well, so I allowed myself to join the feast. Komal even left her studies for an hour and came to our house to be part of the celebration.
Today felt no less important than Diwali for everyone. It was truly fun eating food together today. After so many days, the whole family was eating together, united in joy. I felt a surge of warmth and resolved that I would never forget this moment of pure happiness. Chachaji, raising his voice, announced that he would go to my grandpa tomorrow and personally give him this good news. After eating, everyone started to talk about the future children, full of hope. Komal eventually went back home. After eating, I also went to my room and started to study, energized by the success of the secret plan and the promise of a future reward.
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## Update 94: The Early Leaver at the Bus Stop (Avi and Riya)
The next day, after studying for a while in the morning, I set off for college to take my second paper. My Chachaji, meanwhile, went to the ashram to see my grandpa and give him the incredible news about the triple pregnancy.
After reaching college, just like yesterday, I talked with Riya for a while, exchanging notes and last-minute worries. After a while, the girl who sits in front of me also came. Today, there was absolutely no tension about the paper visible on her face. She was sitting calmly, radiating a strange sense of confidence, waiting for the exam to start. After the sir came into the class, the exam started at 11 a.m.
I started to write my paper immediately. The paper was easy compared to last year's standard. All the students were busy writing the paper, their heads bent in concentration. Just like yesterday, that girl in front of me stood up and handed in her paper, leaving after only two hours. Today the sir took her paper without protest, nodding slightly. He must have received instructions from the principal sir after yesterday's drama.
I focused on my own paper. Today Riya didn't ask me anything right away, concentrating on the easy language questions. The bell rang, signaling the end, and the sir started to collect the papers from the front of the class. After taking the papers, the sir left the class. "How did your paper go?" I asked Riya, stretching my arms. Riya stretched, sighing, and said it went well enough. After talking with her for a while, I came out of the class. After talking with Komal about the paper for a bit, I came home. Meena Chachi immediately started to ask me detailed questions about the paper, checking my confidence. After answering her questions and reassuring her, I ate my food. Then I started to study for the next subject. The whole day went by in studying, the excitement of the previous day fading into focus.
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The next day's paper was of third language. Just like yesterday and the day before, today's paper also went smoothly. After the paper, I came home, ready for the next challenge. Tomorrow's paper was the dreaded Math-I. That's why Komal had called me to her house in the afternoon for a serious study session. I started to go toward her house at 4 p.m., needing to cover some difficult concepts with her. To go to Komal's house, I had to walk past the main bus stop.
I reached the bus stop and was instantly shocked by what I saw. That same girl, the one who sits in front of me in the exam hall and leaves early, was standing at the bus stop, waiting alone. I was shocked to see her still there. She leaves the class early after writing the paper in two hours—meaning she finishes and leaves the exam center by 1 p.m. It was now 4 p.m. *Then where was she for so long in the interim?* I wondered, my curiosity piqued, a strange knot forming in my chest. Maybe she must have gone to her friend's house in the village to study and was only now going home. Or perhaps, the darker thought immediately intruded, she goes to have sex after giving her exam, just like I do sometimes? *What am I thinking?* I chastised myself, shaking my head. Ever since I had sex with my aunts, all I can think about is sex, seeing opportunities everywhere. *What do I truly have to do with where she goes?* I stopped thinking about her. I looked at her once more, seeing her still waiting, and then started to go quickly toward Komal's house.
I reached Komal's house. After helping her in her studies for a while, breaking down the difficult math concepts, I came back home and got some rest.
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The next day, the paper was Math-I. The exam was scheduled for two and a half hours. Riya came into the class right before the start and whispered to me to please help her a little bit today. "Please help me a little bit today," she pleaded, her hands clasped together. Riya confessed that she couldn't study for math, admitting defeat. "I couldn't study for math," she sighed sadly. I immediately said yes to her.
The paper started. It had been only forty-five minutes since the paper started when an unexpected officer came into the college. He was an official here to conduct a surprise check to see if anyone was cheating, a tense moment for everyone. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my palms felt instantly slick with cold sweat. That officer stayed in the college for about fifteen minutes, circling the desks and inspecting the answer sheets, and then went to another college.
After the officer left, we all started to write our papers calmly, the tension easing. The students who had studied for math were writing their papers intensely, and the rest were looking here and there, desperately seeking inspiration. It had been only one and a half hours since the paper started when the girl in front of me gave her paper to the sir and went out, maintaining her strange early departure routine.
I started to write my paper with renewed focus. While writing, Riya would occasionally ask me for answers in a soft, hurried whisper, tapping her pen for my attention.
"What is this answer?" she asked urgently.
I also subtly started to write my paper in a way that Riya could easily see the answers from behind, angling my sheet just enough. My paper was done ten minutes before the final bell.
In those ten minutes, Riya quickly wrote down two or three more answers, capitalizing on the time. Riya had copied enough answers from me to pass in math, I was sure.
After the paper was done, Riya thanked me profusely for my help, grabbing my arm affectionately. "Thank you so much! You saved me," she grinned. After talking for a while, Riya left the hall.
I went to find Komal. Looking at her face, it seemed like her paper went well—she looked relieved and proud. "How did your paper go?" I asked her, smiling.
Komal smiled brightly and said that her paper went excellently. "It was excellent!" she declared. Then Komal told me to come home with her for lunch and a short break before she went to her own house.
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## Update 95: The Girl in the Sports Room (Avi and Komal)
I came home after the Math-I paper, and Meena Chachi immediately started to ask me about it, checking my confidence. "How was the paper?" she asked, her hands already pulling me toward the food. I told her that the paper went well, and I was sure I had passed. Tomorrow's paper was the final mathematics exam, Math-II. I went to Komal's house again to help her with the concepts.
Today, that girl was standing at the bus stop yet again. *What is the explanation for this matter?* I thought, deeply puzzled, a furrow in my brow. She leaves the class early, usually by 1 p.m., then what is she doing at the bus stop at this late hour? She should have been back in her village hours ago. I couldn't stay at the bus stop for long; time for studying was precious. I looked at that girl once, saw her patient, unbothered posture, and then went quickly to Komal's house. After helping Komal with the most difficult chapters, I came back home and immediately started to study for Math-II. That evening, I couldn't bring myself to go back to the bus stop just to confirm she was gone.
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The next day, the paper was Math-II. My paper went well; I had put in the effort. Today Riya didn't need to ask for anything, managing the paper herself. That girl also left early, just like every day, handing in her paper and walking out after two hours.
The next day, the paper was of History. My paper went well, focusing on dates and key figures. That girl also left early.
The next day, the paper was of Geography. I asked Riya for the answers to the map location questions in this paper, needing a quick check on the small details. "Which village is this?" I whispered, pointing to the map. The geography paper didn't go well overall, but I was confident I would pass easily.
Tomorrow's paper was of Sci-I. I went to Komal's house to ask her for some notes and practice questions. After two days of her absence, that girl was seen at the bus stop again today. I decided then and there that I would find out where she goes tomorrow. *No serious student wastes time aimlessly during an exam schedule. Then why is she doing it, disappearing for hours every afternoon? It makes no sense.* I resolved to find an answer. I looked at her, then went to Komal's house, using my time productively.
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The next day, the paper was Sci-I (Science Part I). I started to write the paper with focused speed. While writing, I kept looking at the time, tracking the minutes. Now there were only three minutes left until the time she usually got up to leave. I felt a sudden jolt of excitement. I made a sudden, desperate excuse to the sir. "Sir, I need to go to the washroom," I whispered urgently, standing up. I came out of the class and quickly positioned myself near the bathroom entrance, where I could look toward the classroom and the hallway without being seen.
After a short while, that girl came out of the class, clutching her belongings. After coming out, she didn't head for the main exit; instead, she walked quickly and went directly into the sports room, a rarely used section of the college building at the end of the hall. I knew I didn't have much time; I had to go back and finish my paper, which was still incomplete. Still, the mystery pulled at me. I crept near the sports room window, hugging the wall.
Some faint, low voices were coming from inside the room. I strained my ears to listen, holding my breath. I caught a snippet of the conversation: "Tomorrow is the last paper," a low, male voice instructed. "You stay in college until 6 p.m. tomorrow. Tell them at home that you will be late."
I heard this and my mind raced with possibilities—a secret meeting? A private study session? Whatever it was, the secrecy and the late meeting time spoke of something forbidden. A knot tightened in my gut. My heart hammered against my ribs, fearing discovery. My curiosity was burning, demanding to know the truth. I decided I'd have to figure it all out tomorrow, on the very last day.
My eight precious minutes had been wasted. I ran back to the class and started to write the paper quickly, trying to make up for the lost time. The paper went well, thankfully, despite the distraction. After the paper was done, I went near the sports room again and looked inside the open door. No one was there; they must have left quickly. Then I came home.
Tomorrow was the very last paper, Sci-II. I went to meet Komal for final preparations. That girl was waiting for the bus at the bus stop again. I watched as she calmly sat on the bus and left. She was consistently using the afternoon for something private. I went to Komal's house to take her help in my studies, after which I came home and started to study, fully determined to find out what that "last thing" was tomorrow.
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## Update 96: The Secret in the Sports Room (Avi and Principal Sir)
The final bell of my exam was about to ring, but my mind was already far from Science-II. A cold, hard certainty had settled in my gut. Today, I would learn the truth, no matter the cost. I scrawled the last few answers on my paper, my handwriting a frantic scramble. With twenty minutes still on the clock, I stood up and approached the teacher’s desk.
The sir frowned, shaking his head before I even spoke. "It’s not time, Avi. Sit down," he commanded, pointing to my chair.
My heart hammered against my ribs. "But sir," I insisted, my voice low and urgent, leaning in close. "She leaves early every day. You always let her. Why is my paper any different?"
A flicker of annoyance, perhaps guilt, crossed his face. He let out a short, exasperated breath and snatched the answer sheet from my hand. The unspoken question hung in the air between us as I turned and practically ran from the room. My legs pushed hard against the floor.
My shoes slapped against the quiet hallway floor, the sound echoing my frantic heartbeat. I didn’t slow down until I was pressed against the cool, rough wall beside the sports room window. The wire-mesh glass was grimy, making it difficult to see. I cupped my hands around my eyes, blocking out the light, and peered into the dim interior.
The air froze in my lungs. My fingers, pressed against the glass, went numb. The Principal Sir was there, his back partly to me, tucking his shirt into his trousers. And that girl… she was standing half-turned, her silhouette pale in the shadows. She was naked from the waist up, her hands moving quickly to fasten the clasp of her bra. A cold wave washed over me, from my scalp down to the soles of my feet. My blood felt like ice. This was the secret, the ugly, breathing truth I had been chasing. I watched, paralyzed, unable to move my feet.
I watched, paralyzed, as they finished dressing.
"Get dressed quickly," Principal Sir's voice was a muffled, impatient command through the glass. "The paper is about to end."
The girl’s voice was a pleading whisper. "Yes, sir. Sir, please let me write the paper for a little longer today," she begged.
"No," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. He adjusted his tie, his movements sharp and final. "I can only give you one hour."
"Please, sir," she pleaded, pulling her college tunic over her head now, her hair tousled.
"I told you, right," he hissed, a sharp edge of fear or irritation in his voice, his eyes darting toward the door. "that the officers come to take the papers two hours after the paper is over. If they find out about all this, I can go to jail. That’s why I give you the paper half an hour after the paper is over and take it half an hour before the officers come."
A hollow pit opened in my stomach. My head felt light. The extra time, the early submissions—it was all a carefully orchestrated lie built on a shocking truth.
"Okay," she relented, her voice small, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I’ll get enough marks to pass in an hour."
"You have to look at that yourself," he said, smoothing down his hair, his composure returning. "And yes, you stay after writing the paper today."
"Why?" There was a tremor in her question, her face tight with worry.
He turned to look at her fully, and a slow, ugly smile spread across his face. "Today is the last day. I want to take you hard," he demanded, his voice low and possessive.
A shiver, violent and uncontrollable, racked my body. I had to clench my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering. A bitter taste filled my mouth. I wanted to run, but my feet were glued to the ground.
The girl hesitated for only a second before her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Okay, you can take me…" her voice dropped to a whisper, filled with resignation, "…you will also remember."
"Come on now," he said, checking his watch impatiently. "Come at 3:30 p.m. sharp."
"Yes, sir," she replied, her voice empty.
They moved toward the door, and I jerked back from the window, pressing myself flat against the wall, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. I heard their footsteps recede. A moment later, the college bell screamed through the building, announcing the end of the exam, the end of the year, the end of everything I thought I knew.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, until I saw Komal and Riya emerge from the classroom. Riya's face lit up when she saw me. "Avi! My math paper went so well because of you, thank you!" she gushed, grabbing my arm, her voice too bright for the darkness swirling inside me.
Komal gave me a small, grateful smile. "Yes, thank you," she added softly.
We walked home in a daze, their chatter a distant buzz in my ears. We reached Komal’s house, and she disappeared inside. Now it was just Riya and me, walking in a silence that felt heavy.
"What are you going to do next?" Riya asked, her voice soft, pulling me momentarily from the vortex of my thoughts.
My own voice sounded foreign to me, flat and empty. "I don’t know," I mumbled, looking straight ahead.
We had only exchanged those few words when we reached her gate. She turned to go, but then paused, looking back at me over her shoulder. She smiled, a shy, hopeful curve of her lips that I couldn’t begin to process. I offered a weak, non-committal nod in return. My mind was a thousand miles away, trapped in that dusty sports room, replaying that sickening conversation on a loop.
I walked the rest of the way home alone, the image of the principal’s smile and the girl’s resigned face burned onto the back of my eyelids. Meena Chachi was waiting when I arrived. "How was your paper, beta?" she asked, her face full of expectation and warmth.
"The paper went well," I heard myself say, the lie coming automatically, my gaze distant. I ate the food she placed in front of me without tasting it, each mouthful like ash. As soon as I was done, I pushed my plate away. "Meena Chachi, I’m going out. I’ll be back in the evening," I announced, standing up quickly.
She looked at me, a question in her eyes, but she simply nodded and gave me permission. I walked out the door, the image of the sports room door closing at 3:30 p.m. sharp already searing itself into my plans for the afternoon.
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## Update 97: The Uninvited Guest in the Sports Room (Avi and Principal Sir)
I came near the sports room at 3:30 p.m., my entire body throbbing with anticipation, a dull ache in my groin. The moment had finally arrived. I wanted to see, and more urgently, I wanted to have sex. I hadn't had sex for the last one full month—two weeks before the exam and two weeks of the exam period with no breaks.
I started to peek inside through the dirty windowpane. The secret act hadn't started yet.
After a short while, the Principal Sir and that girl came into the room, their movements furtive and quick. As soon as they entered the room, both of them immediately started their work, shedding their clothes. They wasted no time in getting naked. The Sir bent that girl over, making her a "horse," and, without ceremony, put his lunď into her chooť.
I was waiting for this exact moment. I moved swiftly toward the sports room door, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I jammed a small piece of wood into the crack of the door and used the leverage to slowly lift the latch from the outside. They were so intensely busy having sex that they didn't even notice the soft grating sound. I opened the door slowly and slipped inside the small, cluttered room.
The Principal Sir's face was on the side opposite the door, so he saw me instantly. I closed the latch of the door again, securing us inside. I took a few steps and went to stand directly in front of the Sir, watching their rhythm.
That girl's eyes were squeezed shut, either in pain or pleasure. The Sir froze, his thrusting motion stopping completely as pure fear washed over his face. His eyes darted to the closed door, then back to my quiet, standing form. A knot tightened in my gut; I knew he was calculating how to save himself.
The Sir decided on his course of action. He started to thrust again slowly, re-establishing the motion. He looked at me, his eyes questioning, and then made a clear gesture with his head, asking if I wanted to have sex with the girl as well. I shook my head yes, my lips curling slightly into a greedy smile. I was thinking: *He didn't even say a word, he just agreed.* He was the principal of the college, after all, and he understood everything without me having to blackmail him.
That girl's eyes were still tightly closed, maintaining the rhythm with the Sir. I quickly took off my clothes. She opened her eyes, startled, hearing the sound of my clothes dropping to the floor. She saw my naked form and became instantly scared, her eyes wide with shock.
The Sir, maintaining his pace, quickly spoke to her, his voice low and firm. "Don't be scared, beta. He will also have sex with you. He is my special student, and he has earned the privilege," he commanded.
How could she possibly refuse the Principal Sir's direct order? I decided to take out my month-long sexual frustration on the Sir's new willingness to compromise. I took my rock-hard lunď near her mouth. She instantly understood the command, took my lunď in her mouth, and started to suck it vigorously. *She didn't even tell me her name the first day I asked!* As soon as this thought came, I started to fuck her mouth aggressively with my lunď, pumping in and out, setting a rough pace. The Sir was also continuing to fuck her chooť from behind, his rhythm steady.
The Sir was already done with his internal work. He took his lunď out of her chooť. There was a transparent object on his lunď—a condom. This was the first time I was seeing a condom being used during sex. The Sir quickly peeled the condom off his lunď and handed me a fresh one.
"Have you ever had sex before, Avi?" the Sir questioned, his brow raised.
"Yes, I have," I replied, my voice raspy.
"With a condom?" he asked, pointing to the wrapper.
"Not yet, never needed one," I admitted, looking at the wrapper in my hand.
"Here, put this condom on your lunď," the Sir instructed, gesturing with his hand.
"I don't know how to put on a condom," I confessed, my eyes on her waiting body.
The Sir sighed, seeing my lack of experience, and reached out. "I'll put it on for you quickly," he offered.
He smoothly put a condom on my lunď. I placed my lunď on her chooť entrance. I started to rub my lunď on her chooť for only a moment and then rammed it all inside in one long, hard thrust. A stifled scream came out of her mouth, a sound of sharp pain. The Sir immediately took his bare lunď and put it deep into her mouth, silencing her.
I had to take revenge for the month-long denial and for her silent arrogance in the classroom. Because of this, I started to thrust hard and fast without stopping. Suppressed, gagged sounds were coming out of her mouth, mixing with the slap of my body against hers. I held her waist tightly and started to pump relentlessly. The Sir was also doing his work. His lunď, which had become cold and soft after his climax, started to swell and harden in her mouth. After a short while, his lunď became fully hard again. Now the Sir started to fuck her mouth, matching my furious pace.
The Sir and I were now making a complete mess of her body. When I would thrust from behind, she would involuntarily move forward. As she would move forward, the Sir would thrust in her mouth, which would make her head move backward, and my lunď would go deeper into her chooť. When the Sir would thrust, she would move backward, which would make my lunď go more inside her chooť. But his lunď would come out of her mouth a little. I would instantly thrust from behind, which would make her move forward again, and the Sir's whole lunď would go back into her mouth.
We kept having sex with her like this, a merciless tag-team, for about twenty minutes. Because I hadn't had sex for an entire month, my semen came out quickly. I released my semen into her chooť, inside the rubber condom. My work was done, but the Sir's was still left to finish again. I took my lunď out of her chooť. As soon as I took my lunď out, the Sir took his lunď out of her mouth and put it back into her waiting chooť. Then the Sir started to have sex with her alone, finishing his second round. He fucked her chooť for five more minutes, and then he finally released his semen.
We both cleaned our lunďs with the water kept in a bottle in the room. That girl was looking at me with a fiery expression, as if she would leap up and eat me alive, silent in her humiliation.
The Sir wiped his mouth and smiled at me. "Did you have fun, Avi?" he asked, zipping up his trousers.
"Yes, I had fun," I admitted, pulling up my own pants. "But I want to have fun again tonight."
The Sir chuckled, buttoning his shirt. "Will you be able to do it again after all that?" he challenged me.
"You'll be left watching me," I boasted, my confidence soaring.
"You can have fun with her all night today," the Sir offered, nodding toward the girl, who was now dressing quickly.
"Is she going to stay here all night in the sports room?" I asked, surprised by the extreme arrangement.
"Yes," the Sir confirmed, adjusting his tie.
"Okay," I agreed instantly. "I'll do it once more now. Then I'll go home, eat dinner, and come back late tonight for the rest of the fun."
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## Update 98: The Violation of the Vow (Avi and Principal Sir)
"Let's begin," the Sir announced, his voice a low command. At his words, the girl glared at me with pure, intense anger, her jaw clenched.
i was thinkingi: She couldn't say anything to the Sir, but she was looking at me, her eyes tracking my every move, watching to see when I would put my lunď in her chooť. She had already been fucked twice, once by the Sir and once by me, both sessions having started without a proper break. First, the Sir had fucked her chooť while I was busy with her mouth. As soon as the Sir came, I began to fuck her chooť, and the Sir put his lunď in her mouth to finish. When my cum came out, the Sir fucked her chooť again. She hadn't gotten a chance to rest at all. Now she had just received a small, insufficient break, and I was already talking about fucking again. That exhaustion was what made her mad at me.
This time, my mind was consumed by a different, darker desire. *I wanted to fuck her ganď.*
I began to whisper in the Sir's ear, leaning close to his head. "Sir, I want to fuck her ganď," I said, the request a sharp intake of breath.
The Sir's eyes widened in surprise. "What? You want to fuck her ganď?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," I replied firmly.
The Sir shook his head, his lips twisting. "I haven't fucked her ganď yet. I don't like anal sex myself. And maybe she won't like getting her ganď fucked either. You should ask her and see. If she agrees, that's fine. If not, you can just fuck her chooť again," he suggested, placing the responsibility on me.
"Sir, if you ask her, using your authority, she will agree instantly," I insisted, pushing the boundary.
"I don't think she will agree so easily," the Sir countered, studying the girl's rigid posture. "Looking at her, it seems she has never had anal sex before in her life."
"Sir, try asking her with a little anger, with a tone of command," I suggested, my voice low and manipulative. "If she agrees, that's perfect; otherwise, we can back off."
"Alright, I will see what I can do," the Sir sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. *(Internal thoughts of the Sir: What a predicament I've gotten myself into. If I don't listen to Avi, he could tell anyone and ruin my career. This girl won't tell anyone, but Avi is unpredictable. I'll just ask her one more time to avoid a scandal.)* He turned to the girl, his face hardening, his voice dropping to a dangerous baritone. She immediately refused, shaking her head vigorously, but the fear of the Sir was greater than her pain. She had to give in to the command. She whispered, "Yes." As soon as she said yes, my lunď sprang back to full, demanding hardness.
I made her go into the doggy position again, her body trembling with dread. This time I was careful to put a condom on my lunď myself, rolling it down with practiced ease. I then put my lunď in her mouth briefly to wet it with her saliva. She silently sucked on my lunď to make it wet. After a short while, I took my lunď out of her mouth and went behind her. I gestured for the Sir to put his lunď in her mouth. The Sir complied, putting his lunď into her mouth, silencing her last avenue of protest. She began to suck on the Sir's lunď, her eyes squeezed shut.
This time I didn't have any oil or cream to prepare her ganď for penetration. "Sir, how will I do it without any oil?" I asked, worried about the friction.
The Sir shrugged, watching his own pleasure. "Just put some spit on it and push it in hard."
I followed his terrible advice, putting my spit on the tight hole of her ganď. This was the first time I was going to fuck her ganď without oil or even a finger to prepare the way. I knew the complete lack of lubrication was going to hurt her excruciatingly.
Even so, I put my lunď on the hole of her ganď and gave a single, hard thrust. My glans, the head of my lunď, went into her ganď with great, grinding difficulty. Her ganď was as fiercely tight as I had imagined. Suppressed gasping sounds of pain were coming from her mouth, muffled by the Sir's presence. I held her waist firmly and gave another deep thrust, and about 4 inches of my lunď forced its way inside.
Her entire body started shaking violently with pain, and I saw tears streaming from her eyes, even though her mouth was occupied. I decided I would stay still like this for a little while to let her adjust. The Sir, noticing her intense pain, began to press her breasts firmly to try to reduce her pain, but he did not take his lunď out of her mouth.
After a long minute, she visibly became a little more normal, the shaking subsiding to a shudder. The Sir told me in a low voice to continue fucking her ganď with the amount of lunď that was already inside. Seeing her become calmer, I slowly began to move the half-inserted lunď inside and out. At first, she still felt sharp pain, but with the Sir's lunď in her mouth and his hands on her boobs, she seemed to be enduring the pain, perhaps even feeling a strange mix of pain and pleasure. For two minutes, I kept fucking her ganď like this. The Sir then took his lunď out of her mouth, but only to hold it, and focused solely on pressing her breasts.
Now I felt she could take the whole lunď inside without causing immediate injury, so I pushed the entire lunď inside with one final, deliberate thrust. This time she writhed so violently that the Sir quickly put his lunď back into her mouth to muffle her scream completely. I knew I had to stop and wait for a while. She took more time to become normal this time, her body convulsing slightly.
After a tense minute, I began to move my lunď again. The whole lunď was going into her fiercely tight ganď with great difficulty and pressure. Even so, I kept thrusting my lunď into her ganď, determined not to stop. After five minutes, her pain finally subsided, giving way to a more rhythmic movement. Then I increased the speed of my thrusts, hammering into her ganď. The Sir was smiling now, watching my aggressive, powerful movements. We both fucked her ganď hard, in a punishing rhythm. Her body clearly didn't have the strength to take it anymore; she was completely exhausted. It was only good that I was holding her waist tightly and the Sir was holding her shoulder for balance. This way, she was able to stay up and endure it while in the doggy position. Otherwise, she would have fallen down from exhaustion long ago.
But her ganď was so tight and unyielding that after ten minutes of violent thrusting, I had to accept my defeat in front of her body's strength. My cum came out inside the condom, a quick, intense release. Along with that, the Sir also released his cum into her mouth, finally completing his own work.
I took my lunď out of her ganď. There was a shocking smear of blood on the tip of the condom. I quickly took the condom off and tossed it. As soon as I and the Sir took our organs out, she collapsed onto the ground, sobbing, completely spent. Seeing how brutally I had fucked her ganď, I thought it best to leave now and come back later to avoid any confrontation. I cleaned my lunď, quickly put on my clothes, and told the Sir I was leaving for the time being. I told him I would be back around 7 PM. The Sir, relieved to be alone with his secret again, simply gestured for me to leave.
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## Update 99: The Strategic Compromise (Avi and Meena Chachi)
I came home from schoool, my legs heavy and my mind buzzing from the intense encounter. As soon as I entered the door, Meena Chachi stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Chachi, I'm so tired," I pleaded, leaning against the wall, my shoulders slumped. "Please let me rest for a while, I can barely move."
Meena Chachi smiled faintly, a knowing look in her eyes. "You go to your room. I'll bring you some milk, and that fatigue will go right away," she promised.
I trudged to my room. After a few minutes, Meena Chachi came in, holding a glass of milk. She handed it to me. "Drink this milk quickly," she urged. Then her voice became sharp with suspicion. "And tell me exactly where you're coming from that you're so exhausted."
I took a large gulp of the milk and decided honesty was the best policy for protection. "I just finished a fucking session," I confessed, watching her face closely.
Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed. "What? Whose? You could have at least told me before you went," she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.
I proceeded to tell Meena Chachi everything—the girl in the exam hall, the locked sports room, the early departure, the Sir's presence, and the forced anal sex. I wanted Meena Chachi to be fully informed so she could help me if I ever got into any trouble with the principal.
"The principal, Sir, was also fucking her?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice quiet with surprise.
"Yes, and not just that," I added, lowering my voice. "The Sir has also fucked Mona, apparently."
Meena Chachi shook her head, her surprise turning to a cold calculation. "I thought Principal Sir was a decent man, focused on his job. I didn't know he was capable of this," she murmured.
"Leave the Sir's character aside for a moment," I said, gulping the last of the milk. "Let me rest for a while, because I have to go back to the schoool at 7 p.m., as promised."
Meena Chachi immediately put down the empty glass and blocked the door with her body. "No, Avi. You absolutely cannot go again tonight," she commanded.
"Why?" I asked, my frustration mounting.
"If Suman Didi asks where you are, it will be a major problem that I can't explain away," Meena Chachi reasoned, her brow furrowed. "You have already fucked once today. You will not risk our secret tonight."
"But I promised," I protested, waving my hands.
"Listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi instructed, placing a hand on my arm firmly. "If you go today, you won't be able to go out again tomorrow or the day after, because you will be suspected. If you don't go today, you can go out tomorrow, claiming you're meeting Komal to study. I'm saying this for your own long-term good."
I slumped onto the bed, deeply annoyed. "It would have been better if I hadn't told you anything at all," I grumbled.
Meena Chachi stood over me, unbothered by my sulking. "Think for yourself, Avi, am I saying anything wrong in terms of strategy?" she challenged me.
"But my lunď is still hard," I mumbled, gesturing at my groin.
"Look, you have already had your release today," Meena Chachi insisted, making her point forcefully. "There's no real need to do it again immediately. If you go today, you will get only one chooť that is already bleeding, and the risk is enormous. But in the future, if you listen to me, you can get a line of chooťs to enjoy. If you don't compromise and lose access to one chooť today, the access to all the chooťs you will get from tomorrow will also be closed," she explained clearly.
"Whatever you think is right, then," I conceded, my voice flat with disappointment, accepting her control.
Meena Chachi sat beside me, her expression softening slightly. "Now, tell me one thing, and be honest. Did you use a condom when you fucked that girl?" she asked, her gaze steady.
"Why?" I asked, a defense rising in my chest. "Can't I do it without a condom sometimes?"
"You should *always* use a condom with a girl like that, who is being passed around by men like the Sir," Meena Chachi stressed, her voice firm. "They can carry diseases, Avi. That's why you should always protect yourself."
"I did use a condom," I replied quickly, remembering the Sir's instruction.
"Where did you get the condom from, if you don't keep any?" Meena Chachi asked, surprised.
"The Sir had a supply of them," I said, watching her reaction.
Meena Chachi reached into her saree pouch and pulled out a small, wrapped bundle. "I also brought some condoms and a pack of birth control pills for you to keep here," she said, placing them on my pillow.
"What's the use of that, if you won't let me leave the house?" I asked, pointing at the contraband.
"You can use them to fuck," Meena Chachi said simply, shrugging.
"You don't let me fuck you because of Didi's pregnancy, and you don't let me go to anyone else," I argued, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "What exactly am I supposed to do with the condoms now?"
Meena Chachi leaned in close, her eyes glittering with a new, enticing proposition. "Because of Didi's condition, I can't fuck you right now, or risk the babies. Wait for a while, and then I'll fuck you fully. As for others, I have already planned. I will hire a new woman, Rati, to work in the house starting from tomorrow," she whispered conspiratorially.
"Rati?" I asked, intrigued, sitting up straight.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed. "Then you can fuck her whenever you want, as much as you want. But you must use a condom every single time."
"But will my Chacha agree to hire Rati for household work?" I asked, thinking of the cost.
"Your Chacha will agree to anything the moment he hears the word 'baby' mentioned," Meena Chachi said with a smirk. "Rati will also do some of the heavy household work, and you can fuck her whenever you get a private chance."
"Chachi, you are so good to me," I whispered, pulling her into a tight hug.
Meena Chachi hugged me back, but her voice was stern as she pulled away. "I am. But Didi should not, under any circumstance, know about your relationship with Rati."
"When Suman Chachi goes out or is resting, I will fuck Rati then," I promised, my spirits lifting immensely.
"Are you happy now with this arrangement?" Meena Chachi asked, pulling back to look at my face.
"I'm very happy, Chachi," I beamed, nodding vigorously.
I hugged Meena Chachi once more. She was also clearly happy that I had told her everything, trusting her completely. The Principal Sir kept waiting for me in the sports room, but I didn't care. I also thought about the look of hatred on that girl's face and realized that if I went back, she would probably try to hurt me or expose me. I decided not to go, securing my long-term future over a moment of short-term lust.
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## Update 100: The Mother's Embrace (Avi and Meena and Suman Chachi)
I went to my room and tried to sleep, but the adrenaline from the day and the long sexual fast had my mind racing. I couldn't. I was just tossing and turning, my body restless. I didn't know why I couldn't settle down tonight. I kept tossing and turning until it was midnight.
While desperately trying to sleep, I started remembering my old days. I began thinking about the forceful way I had fucked that girl today. Then my thoughts shifted to the beautiful month of love I had with my aunts, the sex-filled rhythm of my life. I thought about how I fucked Chachi and how, because of that, all three of them became mothers, receiving the biggest happiness in the world. As I kept thinking like this, I went further back in time. I started contemplating the easy, simple times I had with Rati and Mona.
Then, I got lost in the thoughts of Pooja bua. I thought about how Pooja bua now loved me like her own son, and how Madam (the principal's wife) had completely changed the course of my life with her teachings and kindness. As I kept thinking like this, I went even further back in time, spiraling. I went so far back that I started remembering my mother. As soon as I remembered my mother, a deep, aching sadness hit me, and tears sprang to my eyes.
I immediately turned on the light in my room and took a book out of my study bag. As I turned the stiff pages, the tears started flowing freely from my eyes, wetting the paper. I was looking blindly at the book, lost in grief, and it was 2 AM. I was still turning the pages when my room door softly opened. It was Meena chachi. When Meena chachi saw me sitting up and crying, her face registered shock, and she quickly rushed to me. She immediately held my face with her hands and gently lifted it up. When I looked into Meena chachi's concerned eyes, I started crying even harder, letting out a raw sob, and hugged her tightly. Meena chachi simply held me, letting me cry for a while, providing silent comfort. Then, she kissed my eyes, her lips soft against my lids, stopping the flow of my tears. She settled onto the bed with me and, holding me close, asked what had happened.
"Avi, what happened? Why are you crying like this so late at night?" Meena chachi asked, her voice hushed with worry.
I couldn't speak, only shook my head. Meena chachi didn't ask again. Instead, she picked up the book that had fallen onto the bed and started looking at its cover. "My Family" was written across the top. Meena chachi opened the book and looked at the first page. There was a photo of me, my mother, and my father. Below the photo, "My Sweet Family" was written in childish handwriting.
Meena chachi understood instantly why I was crying. She closed the book gently. "This book is so lovely, so carefully made. Who made it with you?"
"My mother and I..." I managed to choke out.
"You're missing your mother, aren't you?" Meena chachi asked, her voice full of empathy.
"Yes," I replied, a fresh wave of sadness hitting me.
Meena chachi's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and her voice cracked with deep hurt. "You have three living mothers here, and still you are missing your mother? Am I not your mother? Are we not your mothers? We love you like our very own son, and you are sitting here crying like this. Did you not stop to think about how we would feel seeing tears in your eyes? When Suman didi sees you crying, have you thought about how she will feel? She will die on the spot, her heart broken. If something happens to you, we feel the pain as if it were our own. If you get sick, it feels like we got sick. We can't even sleep until you fall asleep peacefully. Today you completely broke our hearts... you showed us that all our love and care was not enough for you. Today you made us feel like strangers in your life. I honestly didn't expect this from you, Avi," she finished, and then Meena chachi herself started crying, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Seeing Meena chachi cry because of me, I instantly realized the magnitude of my mistake. *What did I do? I made Chachi, my own mother, cry.* I quickly hugged Meena chachi tightly and kissed her eyes, trying to soothe her pain.
"Forgive your son, Chachi, just this once. I promise I won't do this again," I pleaded, rocking her gently.
Meena chachi didn't say anything, her sobs continuing. I knew exactly how to cheer up Meena chachi, and she also knew how to fix my mood. I started tickling Meena chachi's side—it was her famous weakness. As soon as I started tickling her, Meena chachi jumped, laughing uncontrollably, pushing me away onto the bed.
"Avi, stop it! Don't do this!" Meena chachi said, laughing, trying to shield herself.
"First say you forgive me completely," I demanded, continuing the tickle attack.
"Yes, baba, I forgive you! I forgive you! Now stop tickling me, you little devil," she gasped, tears of laughter replacing tears of sadness.
I immediately stopped, pulling her close. "Chachi, please truly forgive me. It will never happen again," I said, contrite.
"I forgive you," Meena chachi confirmed, wiping her eyes. "But why did this happen all of a sudden? Why did you remember your mother tonight?"
"I don't know," I confessed, shaking my head. "I couldn't sleep at all today. So I was remembering my old days, thinking back. While remembering, I went so far back in time that I ended up remembering my mother."
"I am not angry that you remembered your mother," Meena chachi said, her voice soft and honest.
"Then why were you crying so hard?" I asked, confused by her reaction.
"I was crying because there were tears in *your* eyes," Meena chachi explained, pulling me close. "I was crying because even though you were missing your mother, you didn't come to *us* first. Instead, you were sitting alone in your room and crying in silence."
"Next time, whenever I miss my mother, I promise I will come to you first," I vowed, kissing her forehead. "Please forgive me for this first big mistake."
"I already have," Meena chachi said, finally smiling fully. "Now I'll sleep with you tonight. But first, show me your lovely book again."
I started showing Meena chachi the book, turning the pages slowly. In a single moment, Meena chachi had successfully brought me back to my normal, happy self. Meena chachi truly knows how to handle everyone and every situation.
"Avi, when did you make this book, and why didn't you show it to me all this time?" Meena chachi asked, genuinely curious.
"My mother and I made this book together," I explained, tracing the words. "When I was a kid, I always used to ask my mom why Dadaji didn't come to meet us, or why Bua never came to meet us. I had never seen Dadaji come to our house. Whenever my friends' Dadaji came to meet them, I also wanted to meet my own Dadaji and play with him, but it never happened. I used to sit sadly and watch my friends play. One day my mom saw me sad and asked me what was wrong. So I told my mom everything. Then my mom made this book to make me happy. And she put all the family members' photos in the book. Then whenever I missed Dadaji and Bua, I would look at the book to feel better. Whenever a new guest came into the family, my mom would put their photo in the book."
"This book is very good. Is my photo also in it, even though I never met your mother?" Meena chachi asked, her expression hopeful.
"Yes, your photo is also there," I confirmed.
"But I never met your mother. And six months after my marriage, there was her terrible accident..." Meena chachi trailed off, confused.
"My mother put your photo in the book regardless," I insisted.
"Maybe she found it somewhere from the house. Leave that puzzle aside, show me my photo now," Meena chachi requested eagerly.
I showed Meena chachi her photo. Along with Meena chachi's photo, Suman chachi's and Seema chachi's photos were also present in the family section. As soon as Meena chachi saw the picture, she hugged me tightly and kissed my head, her happiness clear.
"Whose else's photos are in it?" Meena chachi asked, turning the page.
I showed her the Bua's photos. Pooja bua, Neha bua, and Neeta bua's family photos were all there. Sweta didi, Sital didi, Raj, Komal, Kavita, Rajesh, and Leena's childhood photos were also lovingly included.
"This is really a good book, Avi," Meena chachi said, running her finger over the images. "It's like the whole family has been lovingly put together in one house, just like we are now."
"Yes, my mom also used to say the same thing, that she wanted to see the whole family together in one house again, before she died," I said, remembering the sadness in her voice.
"Chachi, do you know why my mom said that? Why did she want us all together?" I asked, a question that had always puzzled me.
"How would I know, Avi? I never met her," Meena chachi said quickly. "But I will ask Pooja bua tomorrow and tell you. *(Internal thoughts of Meena chachi: I can't tell you that thing right now. You are too young and emotionally fragile to understand it.)*"
"Yes, you can ask Pooja bua; she will know everything," I agreed. "Chachi, I want to ask one more thing before we sleep."
"Yes, ask, ask anything," Meena chachi encouraged.
"Why does Neha bua hate me so much? I've never done anything to her," I asked, the old confusion resurfacing.
"I don't know that either, Avi," Meena chachi said, her face becoming thoughtful. "But you should always love Neha bua and help her. One day, your persistent love will surely turn Neha bua's hate into love."
"Neha bua openly hates me, and you're telling me to help her and love her in return?" I asked, finding the instruction impossible.
*(Internal thoughts of Meena chachi: Now what should I tell Avi about why Neha hates him and his father? I can't possibly tell Avi the truth about the family's past. What if Avi completely breaks down after hearing the truth? No, I can't tell Avi the truth. I have to tell him something that he can accept.)* "Neha bua doesn't have a son of her own, that's why she unfairly takes out her hatred on you," Meena chachi explained, presenting a partial truth.
"But Neha bua only focuses her hatred on me. She should also hate Raj and Rajesh then," I pointed out, my mind searching for logic.
*(Internal thoughts of Meena chachi: Oh no, he's going to find out the whole truth today with all these questions!)* Meena chachi shifted the blame subtly. "Dadaji always loves you more than he loves Komal, and that's why Neha doesn't like you, seeing you as the family favorite."
"Yes, but sometimes she gets angry at me, and then sometimes she talks to me with great love, confusing me," I noted.
"See, that means the hate is not complete," Meena chachi said, seizing the opening. "You can finish that little bit of anger with your persistent love."
"Okay, Chachi, I will do that," I promised, accepting the challenge.
*(Internal thoughts of Meena chachi: Good thing he agreed so quickly and dropped the line of questioning.)* I thought of one last question. "Chachi, there is one more thing that confuses me."
*(Internal thoughts of Meena chachi: Is he going to find out the truth today, after all these evasions?)* "Yes, tell me, what is it?" Meena chachi said, bracing herself.
"Chachi, Raj, Komal, and Leena's fathers all work in Dubai, earning a good living, so why do their families all live in this small village instead of the city, which would be better for education?" I asked, pointing out the major contradiction.
*(Internal thoughts of Meena chachi: Why didn't Dadaji go to Avi's house after his parents died? Why does Neha hate Avi? Why do his three buas live in the village? All these questions are connected to one dark family secret. If I tell him one thing, I'll have to tell him everything. But Avi shouldn't find out the truth right now, not with his exams and our pregnancies.)* "The husbands of your buas are great friends, and they really like to live together as a single unit," Meena chachi quickly fabricated a story. "That's why they choose to live in the village, near each other."
"They can live together in the city too, though," I countered.
"They only come home for one month every year, Avi," Meena chachi explained, focusing on the reason. "After that, your buas have to live alone for eleven months. Your Dadaji loves your buas a lot, and he didn't like your buas living alone in the isolated city, where they could be lonely or unsafe. So Dadaji told your buas to live in the village together."
"I also thought that was probably the reason," I said, finally satisfied with a logical explanation that covered Dadaji's kindness.
*(Internal thoughts of Meena chachi: Good thing he agreed so quickly. He didn't even ask how Sweta, Sital, and everyone else would study if they lived permanently in the village!)* "Now you got all your answers, right?" Meena chachi asked, exhaling a quiet sigh of relief.
"Yes, and this book is also finished," I said, putting it under my pillow.
"Now you won't make me cry again, will you?" Meena chachi asked, her eyes searching mine.
"Tears will never come to your eyes because of me again, Chachi," I promised sincerely.
"Now come on, let's go to sleep. See, it's 3 AM," Meena chachi said, pulling the blanket up.
I hugged Meena chachi one last time and quickly fell asleep, secure and warm in Chachi's embrace. After I fell asleep, Meena chachi also fell asleep beside me. Because we slept so late at night, we both slept late into the morning.
Like every day, Suman Chachi woke up first and started doing her household work. When Badi Chachi came to my room to wake me up for the morning, she was completely shocked to see me and Meena Chachi sleeping together in the same bed.
"Meena, why are you sleeping here with Avi?" Suman chachi asked, her voice sharp with surprise and concern.
"Didi, Avi was crying at night because he missed his mother," Meena chachi explained, sitting up. "While consoling him, I also fell asleep here without realizing it."
"What happened to my son? Why was Avi crying?" Suman chachi asked, instantly placing her hand on my head.
"Avi was missing his own mother, that's why he was crying alone," Meena chachi repeated, explaining the core issue.
"Why didn't you wake me up, Meena?" Suman chachi scolded gently.
"I was going to, didi, but then I thought I would handle it myself and not disturb you all," Meena chachi defended herself.
"Don't ever think like that again. If something happens to Avi, you must tell me first, understood? If you try to keep a secret like this again, no one will be worse than me," Suman chachi warned, her voice thick with raw maternal love.
"I..." Meena chachi began.
"What 'I'? Just tell me exactly what happened last night," Suman chachi demanded, her attention fully on her sister.
Meena Chachi told Suman Chachi the entire story, detailing my tears and my deep sadness about my mother.
"Meena, you did a good thing by not telling Avi the truth about the family," Suman chachi said, her voice softening significantly. "I don't know what Avi would do if he found out the dark truth. Don't feel bad about what I said, I was just worried about Avi's well-being."
"Why would I be angry with you, didi? I know exactly how much you love Avi," Meena chachi replied, reaching for her sister's hand. "And I also love Avi just as much. If I were in your place, I would have said the exact same thing you said."
"It's because of your great understanding that this house and our secret is safe," Suman chachi admitted, relieved. "By the way, where is that book Avi was looking at? Show it to me."
Meena Chachi showed Suman Chachi the book. Suman Chachi saw her own photo in the book and started reading what was written below it. "Chachi" was written below the photo, but it was boldly crossed out, and the word "Maa" was lovingly written in its place. When Suman Chachi read the word "Maa," tears instantly came to her eyes, matching the tears of her sister. Suman Chachi looked at me, sound asleep, and kissed my head tenderly. She then lay down silently beside me, holding me close. Meena Chachi understood her need, let Suman Chachi sleep with me, and quietly went outside to do the household work.
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