Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[Munda007]

Now that exams are over, day time fun should start...

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## Update 101: A New Arrangement (Avi and Pooja Bua)

When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was my  Suman Chachi, instead of Meena Chachi next to me. Suman Chachi woke me up with a soft, affectionate touch and kissed my head, her eyes still a little red from her tears last night. I felt a surge of gratitude for both of them. We went about our morning routine. I had nothing to do but rest and enjoy myself. The exams were completely over. I had a glorious three months to enjoy my long vacation.

After working out and taking a refreshing bath, I felt energized and went outside to play for a while. After stretching my legs, I headed straight to Pooja Bua's house. Kavita, Leena, and Raj's exams had just started, so the house was relatively quiet.

I found Pooja Bua alone in the main room, folding clothes. She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise and then blazing with recognition. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she dropped the fabric in her hands, recognizing the intense, primal need in my expression.

"Avi... you can't, not right now," Pooja Bua whispered, glancing instinctively toward the closed door of the house. The sight of her, dressed in a loose saree, with the promise of her growing belly beneath, only fueled my desire.

I didn't waste time on talk. I went to Pooja Bua's room, grabbing her hand and pulling her with me, not toward the bedroom, but toward the relative privacy of the kitchen. I backed her against the cool, marble counter, trapping her body with mine. The heat radiating off my body contrasted sharply with the cold stone behind her.

"Two months, Bua," I growled, my voice low and thick. "Two long months without you."

I silenced her next protest with a savage kiss, claiming her mouth with an urgency that stole her breath. My hands immediately went to the front of her saree, ripping the cloth away to expose her full, heavy breasts. She moaned into my mouth as I freed her. My mouth descended, pulling on a nipple, while my hands quickly worked to lift her saree and loosen her petticoat.

She was already wet. The two months of abstinence, the tension of the house, and the mere sight of me had made her chooť ache. "Avi, please, the door isn't locked," she pleaded, her voice breathy, but she made no move to stop me.

"No one is coming," I promised, already dropping my own trousers and underwear to free my hard, thick lunď. I mounted the counter slightly, forcing her to lean back further. I guided the tip of my lunď to her slick chooť entrance. I started slowly, agonizingly slowly, to slide in, pushing against the swollen lips of her desire.

"Ahhh... Avi," Pooja Bua gasped, clutching my shoulders. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, focusing entirely on the feeling of my lunď filling her to capacity.

I continued the rhythm gently for the first few minutes, moving with the measured pace of a lover savoring a reunion. I watched her face, seeing the tension melt into pleasure, the small cries of release building in her throat. My lunď felt massive and hot inside her, expanding her perfectly.

"You said no ganď again," I reminded her, pulling back slightly, the friction of the withdrawal making her whine.

"I know, but Avi... I can't think when you do this. Your lunď... it's too much," Pooja Bua whimpered. She was already half-mad with thirst, her fingers digging into my back. "Just once, Avi... but be quick, please."

I pulled out completely. Her chooť pulsed, dripping onto the counter edge. I spun her around, bending her over the counter. I quickly spat on the hole of her ganď, providing the only lubrication I had. My lunď pressed against the tight, waiting muscle. She flinched, remembering the pain.

This time, I didn't ease in. I gave a single, hard thrust, ramming the tip of my lunď deep into her ganď. A sharp, muffled cry escaped Pooja Bua's lips, her whole body momentarily convulsing against the cold marble. I held her tight, letting her adjust to the unexpected intrusion.

My patience was gone now. The slow, gentle phase was over. This was a raw, rough, and aggressive session to release two months of frustration. I pulled back a few inches and then began to fuck her ganď with furious, relentless pumps. My hips hammered against her backside.

"Faster, Avi! Don't stop!" Pooja Bua cried out, no longer complaining about the pain but demanding the release that only this aggression could provide.

I matched her demand, increasing my speed and force until the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed slightly in the quiet kitchen. I was utterly satisfied; after two months, I had her chooť and her ganď, and my thick lunď was working its magic. I continued the relentless, hard thrusting, driving myself deeper and harder with every stroke, until the massive internal build-up became unbearable. With a final, explosive series of thrusts, I released my hot, thick semen inside her ganď, flooding with my pent-up passion.

I immediately withdrew, my lunď slick and spent, and Pooja Bua collapsed forward onto the counter, her breath ragged, her body trembling with exhaustion and climax. She was incredibly satisfied.

After a minute, I pulled her close, kissed her sweaty forehead, and quickly pulled up my clothes.

After fucking Pooja Bua, I went home, ate a quick lunch, and immediately fell into a deep sleep in the afternoon. I was completely drained from the morning's activities.

"Avi, wake up right now. We have to go to the market," a voice said, and a hand shook my shoulder. It was Meena Chachi.

"Just let me sleep, Chachi. I'm so comfortable," I mumbled, pulling the blanket over my head.

"Wake up, or I'll throw water on you right here," Meena Chachi threatened, her voice determined.

"Wait, wait, I'm getting up!" I said, throwing the covers off.

"Come on, we have to go to the market, and I need you with me," Meena Chachi urged.

"I'll be ready in just ten minutes, I promise," I said, hopping off the bed.

Meena Chachi and I then went to the market. She went straight to Mangala Kaki's shop to buy some things. Meena Chachi and the Kaki immediately started talking about village matters. I noticed Rati standing quietly in the shop, and we exchanged quick, loaded glances, a silent recognition of Meena Chachi's plan.

Meena Chachi leaned over the counter. "How are things in the shop, Kaki? All good?"

"Everything is good, Meena," Mangala Kaki replied, stacking some goods.

"There's been no new news about Rati," Meena Chachi remarked casually, glancing at the girl.

"Yes. She just sits with me in the shop now to help," Mangala Kaki said.

"Well, I have a possible job for Rati," Meena Chachi announced, dropping the bombshell.

Mangala Kaki immediately became defensive, shaking her head. "What kind of job? I won't send her anywhere to work for strangers."

"At least listen to the proposition first," Meena Chachi said, calming her down.

"Yes, tell me what you have in mind," Mangala Kaki said, crossing her arms.

"You know I'm going to be a mother soon, along with the others. So Suman Didi was saying that we should hire a trustworthy girl to do the heavy household work for us for a few months," Meena Chachi explained, using her pregnancy as leverage. "So I immediately thought Rati can do this job easily. Rati is just sitting here anyway, barely busy. If she comes to my house, she can earn some good money and help us out."

"But, Meena..." Mangala Kaki began, hesitant.

"She's just coming to *my* house, Kaki, where she is completely safe. You are worrying for nothing," Meena Chachi assured her. "I'll also give her good money, better than what she earns here."

"Okay," Mangala Kaki finally conceded, nodding slowly. "But you have to keep a constant, sharp eye on her; I don't want any trouble for my daughter."

"I'll take complete care of her; consider her my own ward," Meena Chachi promised, smiling. "And what else is happening in the village that I need to know about?"

"Nothing special, but there is one piece of gossip," Mangala Kaki said, leaning closer to whisper.

"What is it?" Meena Chachi asked, genuinely interested.

"You know Mona? The girl whose marriage was arranged in childhood to that boy in the city," Mangala Kaki said, looking around nervously.

Meena Chachi quickly glanced at me, then looked back at the Kaki. "Yes, I know her well," she said.

"Her family is now getting Mona married immediately next month, instead of waiting till next year," Mangala Kaki revealed.

I was genuinely shocked to hear this news. My blood ran cold, realizing the implication.

"What's the big deal about that, Kaki? She had to get married someday," Meena Chachi said, feigning disinterest, shrugging her shoulders. "And her marriage was arranged in childhood. So what's new about moving up the date?"

"Listen to the real reason, Meena," Mangala Kaki whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. "She was having a secret affair with the person she was supposed to marry. One day her mother happened to see them alone together. That's why she's rushing the wedding for next month."

"So what? He's her future husband anyway," Meena Chachi dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand.

"But they were celebrating their wedding night *before* the actual wedding," Mangala Kaki said, scandalized.

"That's also fine, Kaki," Meena Chachi said, cutting the conversation short, pushing a bag of flour across the counter. "Let's not get involved in other people's affairs. You should send Rati to my house tomorrow morning, from 11 AM to 6 PM, starting tomorrow."

"I'll send her as you asked," Mangala Kaki agreed, nodding.

*It seems that after the abandoned storehouse where we used to meet was closed down, Mona started fucking her fiancé at her own home instead. Mona's mother must have walked in on them and, to save the family honor and prevent any further scandal, decided to get her married quickly.*

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## Update 102: The Messenger's Secret (Avi and Monu)

Next day, after working out, I went to Neha Bua's house. Neha Bua made a noticeable face of distaste as soon as she saw me, turning slightly away. But Meena Chachi had specifically told me to be persistently loving with Neha Bua, so I consciously chose to ignore her expression and the cold greeting. Kavita had gone to schoool to give her exam. I went to the study area and started talking to Komal. I knew Komal was diligent and never went outside the house during study hours. I kept talking to her, distracting her gently, for two full hours. Komal was also visibly happy to have my company and attention, the stress lines on her forehead easing.

After leaving Neha Bua's house, I came to my house. Rati was already there, diligently doing the household work, just as Meena Chachi had promised. I quickly ate my food and took a nap, saving my energy.

In the evening, I went out for a walk. I had left the house with the specific intention of trying to meet Mala again. As I walked, I saw the same young boy who used to bring me food during my earlier forced exile playing right in front of Mala's house. I called out to the boy and brought him over to me.

"What's your name, little one?" I asked him, smiling.

The boy folded his arms stubbornly. "Why should I tell you, mister?" he asked, his chin thrust out.

"Why are you getting so angry? I was just asking," I said, pretending to be offended, shrugging slightly. "Never mind." I reached into my pocket, took out a chocolate bar, and handed it to him. "Eat this chocolate and fix your mood."

The boy immediately unwrapped the treat and took a large bite. "My name is Monu," he announced, his mood instantly better.

"That's a nice name, Monu," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You don't recognize me, do you?"

He shook his head, chewing. "No," he mumbled.

"You used to bring me food sometimes when I was staying near the well," I reminded him gently.

He snapped his fingers. "Yes! I remember now, the man who stayed in the heat," Monu exclaimed.

"I haven't seen you around this village before, Monu," I remarked, looking around the area.

"I've only just come to my Mousi's house here for the holidays," Monu explained.

"Whose house is your Mousi's?" I asked, looking toward the closest houses.

"That one over there," Monu said, pointing a sticky finger directly toward Mala's house.

"This is Mala's house," I said, confirming the location.

"Yes, it's Mala Didi's house," Monu confirmed.

*He's Mala's maternal cousin, then. He's new here, only visiting. Then how did Neeta Bua manage to use him to bring me food? She must have been coordinating with Mala.* "Do you drink cold drinks, Monu?" I asked, a new plan forming in my mind.

"Yes, I love them," Monu said, his eyes lighting up.

"Come on, then, I'll buy you a cold drink from the shop right now," I offered.

"Let's go!" Monu said, dropping the last of his polite reserve and running ahead.

I bought two cold drinks from the shop. I handed one to Monu and, while we both drank, I started talking to him again, this time to trap him in a lie.

"Monu, you are such a good boy, full of innocence. Then why do you lie to me?" I asked, looking him seriously in the eyes.

He froze, his drink halfway to his mouth. "I don't lie," Monu insisted, looking nervous, shifting his weight.

"Then tell me, truthfully, which is my Bua's house? You said you didn't know the house," I pressed, my voice low.

"How would I know your Bua's house, mister? I'm new here," Monu argued, shifting his feet quickly.

"If you don't know my Bua's house, then from where did you bring the food to me every day?" I pressed, cornering him, stepping closer.

Monu looked down at the ground, defeated, twisting the bottle cap. "It wasn't your Bua. Mala Didi used to give me the food in the morning and told me to run it to you. She used to tell me that your Bua had sent it, but it was Mala Didi who would send me to you every single time," he whispered.

My heart gave a sharp jolt in my chest. I felt a sudden, hot rush of blood to my head, and my hands trembled slightly around the cold drink bottle. *Mala used to give me the food! The lie had been maintained for days, and Mala was the architect of my survival. Then why did she run away that day when I kissed her? She must care for me. I have to meet Mala as soon as possible.* "Where is your Mala Didi right now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

"She went to my village, her original home," Monu replied, pointing vaguely into the distance.

"Do you know when she will be back to her Mousi's house?" I asked, feeling a tightness in my chest.

"Maybe she will come back for Mona Didi's wedding next month," Monu said innocently.

*I have to make sure I meet Mala then, at the wedding.* "Okay, Monu. Thanks for the chat. See you later," I said, patting his shoulder and turning away.

Monu smiled, satisfied with the cold drink and the chocolate, and ran off. I came home lost completely in my thoughts, the news that Mala had been my silent, secret savior dominating my mind.

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## Update 103: The Wedding Interlude and a Glimpse of Mala (Avi and Mala)

After talking to Monu and confirming the truth, there was only one goal left for me: to wait patiently for Mala to come back to the village for the wedding. The days were passing by with agonizing slowness as I waited for her return. But I refused to let myself become a lovesick Devdas just by thinking about Mala. So, whenever Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi went out of the house, I would steal away to fuck Rati. Rati was eager and happy to fuck me, always ready and accommodating. Sometimes, I would also go to Pooja Bua's house and fuck her. As long as Raj's exams were going on, I could easily slip away to fuck Pooja Bua. However, after one week, Kavita, Leena, and Raj's exams were over, which meant the house was constantly full of people, drastically reducing my chance to fuck Pooja Bua.

Now, in the afternoons, my routine was different. I would sometimes go to Pooja Bua's house, sometimes to Neha Bua's house, and sometimes to Neeta Bua's house to play or talk with Komal, Kavita, Leena, and Raj. It was actually quite fun playing casual games with them. Komal never went outside the house, a habit that was probably a good thing for her protection. Whenever we played at Neha Bua's or Neeta Bua's house, I would always leave quickly on the pretext of having to go home. On the way back, I would detour to Pooja Bua's house and quickly fuck her chooť before anyone could notice my absence.

Guests were also constantly coming to our house. The house was now full of life and activity every day, making private moments difficult to find. Whenever I got a chance, even a short one, I would fuck Rati. Rati was happy because of the sexual release, and Mangala Kaki was also happy, but for a completely different reason. Kaki thought her daughter was earning money, doing honest work, and wasn't doing anything questionable now that she was working inside our house.

The days passed by so quickly in this cycle of waiting and intermittent sex. The day of Mona's wedding also came closer, until only one week was left for the ceremony. I immediately became friends with Mona's brother, initiating conversations and offering help. I did this strategically so that I wouldn't have any problem going to his house without raising suspicion. This was a unique event in the village: the first time a wedding was happening where both the groom and the bride were from our own village. The festive wedding atmosphere, complete with music and preparations, had started a week before the actual wedding date.

I started helping Mona's brother with the numerous tasks. Mona herself, fortunately, had no idea that I had been one of the many people who had fucked her back when the storehouse was operational. The girls of the village were constantly coming to meet Mona and talk to her, offering advice and gossip. Riya also started spending time with Mona, often staying at Mona's house until late. Because of the wedding, guests had also started coming from out of town.

Whenever I went to Mona's house to help, I would inevitably see Riya there, sitting with the other girls. Now, I started talking openly with Riya, using the chaotic wedding atmosphere as cover. Riya also didn't miss any chance to talk to me. She just kept watching my face, eager to see when I would start the conversation so she could take it forward and keep the chat going. I felt certain that I would definitely get some kind of sexual reward from her for helping her with her exams.

Only three days were left for the wedding ceremony. I went to Mona's house as usual, offering my assistance. Mona's brother was just about to leave for the city to get some last-minute things. He asked me to come with him, but I politely refused, needing to stay close to the house. After Mona's brother left, I started working in Mona's house, feeling my usefulness. Then Mona's mother called out to me. I quickly went to her. Mona's mother asked me to take some new clothes and keep them in Mona's room. I took the bundle of things and went to Mona's room.

Inside Mona's room, Riya and Mala were sitting with Mona, giggling over something. I saw Mala. She was back! Her presence instantly drew my full attention. She was also looking at me, her expression unreadable. The precise reason why I had become friends with Mona's brother was fulfilled the moment I saw her face.

I finally got a chance to meet Mala again. I carefully kept the bundle of clothes in Mona's room and, after a fleeting look at Mala, I immediately left the room. After coming outside, I started waiting for Mala to follow me, trying to look busy near the courtyard. But Mala didn't come outside. I kept looking anxiously toward Mona's room, my heart thumping hard against my ribs. Whenever I got a chance to go back to Mona's room on a new errand, I didn't miss it. Whenever I went into the room, Mala would look at me with that same intense, quiet gaze. I also looked at her, communicating my desperate desire to talk. I vaguely felt someone else was also looking at me, watching our exchange, but I would forget everything except Mala's eyes the moment I saw her.

It was evening now, and the light was starting to fade. I realized I had to leave before I was missed. I started walking slowly toward my house. On the way, I met Mona's brother, who was just returning from the city. He happily greeted me and convinced me to come back to his house with him, insisting I needed to rest there. I went to Mona's room again to quickly check for Mala. Only Mona and Riya were there, surrounded by wedding items. Mala must have gone back to her Mousi's house already. I came home with a sad heart, the brief glimpse of her only intensifying my need to speak with her.

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## Update 104: The Confession by the Temple (Avi and Mala)

The wedding was just two days away. Like every day, I left for Mona's house in the afternoon, hoping for another glimpse of Mala. On the main road, I met Mona, her parents, her brother, Mala, Riya, and some of Mona's older relatives. They were all going to the ancient village temple, nestled in the jungle, to perform a crucial pre-wedding ritual. The temple was about five kilometers away from the village. I immediately joined them without hesitation.

Mona's brother walked with me, talking constantly, filling my ears with nervous wedding details. His words, however, slightly annoyed me, distracting me from my real purpose. Meanwhile, Mala and Riya walked and talked quietly with Mona. Everyone got tired from the walk; we had only walked three kilometers and still had two more kilometers to go up the rising path. We rested briefly in a field, everyone catching their breath before continuing. We reached the temple shortly after.

The temple was quite old and rustic. Everyone began to prepare for the worship ceremony. Mona sat down with Riya and Mala on a stone bench. The worship began and was scheduled to last for nearly two hours. After about forty minutes, I saw Mala quietly get up and walk away from the group, heading behind the temple structure. I saw my opportunity and quickly followed her, trying to blend in with the shadows. Everyone was deeply busy with the chanting and rituals. Mala was clearly going behind the temple to use the bathroom area.

Mala reached the quiet back side of the temple. Before she could do anything, I called her name softly, my voice just loud enough for her to hear. Hearing my voice, she froze and slowly turned to look at me.

"How are you, Mala?" I asked, my heart thumping hard in my chest.

Mala looked surprised but maintained her composure. "I'm fine. What are you doing following me here?" she asked, her eyes darting nervously toward the temple corner.

"I need to talk to you right now," I said, taking a step closer.

"Here? Right here?" she questioned, indicating the religious space with a flick of her hand.

"Yes, I think this is the right place," I insisted, my gaze holding hers. "I haven't had a proper chance to talk to you since yesterday. That's why I think this is the perfect place, in God's own house, to be honest."

Mala sighed, resigned. "Tell me what you need to say, quickly," she urged, folding her arms.

I took a deep breath. "Sorry," I said simply.

She frowned. "Sorry for what, Avi?" she asked, feigning ignorance, tilting her head.

"For that day, the day you came to my house," I clarified, my voice dropping.

"What day are you talking about?" she insisted on playing dumb.

"For what I did to you at my house," I repeated, my voice tight.

"What about your house? Did you break something?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you when you came to my house," I said, finally naming it directly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Avi," she said, shaking her head.

"I kissed you, Mala. I'm sorry for that aggressive kiss," I said, my confession hanging in the quiet air.

"For that? Oh, that," Mala said, letting out a nervous laugh. "I have long forgotten about it. It was nothing."

"You got angry and scared, though," I reminded her.

"When did I get angry? I was just surprised," she countered.

"You ran away immediately. I thought you felt very bad about it," I said, my brow furrowed with concern.

"If you do that, suddenly and without warning, to any girl, any girl will run away in surprise and embarrassment," Mala said, finally confirming the reason.

"Sorry, truly sorry," I said, dropping my head slightly.

"You're saying sorry only now, after so many days, Avi," she observed, a hint of accusation in her tone.

"It's not like that, Mala. I was going to say sorry to you at schoool, but you stopped coming. Then your exams started, and then it was my exams. After that, when I went to your house, I found out you had gone to your mama's house. Today, I finally got a chance to talk to you alone, and I didn't want to lose this chance or carry this guilt," I explained, laying out the timeline.

"I forgave you for the kiss that very day," Mala admitted softly.

"If you had genuinely forgiven me, then why didn't you come back the next day to my house, even though you knew I was still in the storehouse?" I asked, pushing for the truth.

"If I had come the next day, you would have definitely started again with me, and who knows where it would have ended," Mala said, looking away, her eyes scanning the ground. "That's why I didn't come back."

"I wasn't going to do anything more than talk that day," I insisted, trying to lie.

"Looking at you, Avi, it seemed you wanted to do a lot more than just talk," she said, her eyes meeting mine, full of knowing.

"It's not like that," I insisted one last time, shifting my feet.

"Then why did you kiss me so suddenly?" she asked, her voice challenging.

"I started to genuinely like you, Mala. Maybe I even fell in love with you at first sight," I admitted, the full confession escaping me. "And as for doing something sexual, I would have done it to you in the storehouse that day, forcing you. You couldn't have stopped me there."

"I know that, Avi," Mala said, her voice unexpectedly gentle. "That's why I came willingly to your house in the first place. A girl only goes to a boy's house when she trusts him. And I also like you a lot, too," she confessed, her eyes wide and honest.

"If you liked me, then why didn't you come the next day?" I asked, still unable to reconcile the actions.

"You're right that I like you, I do. But if I had come to your house again, who knows what you would have done to me, forcing me to cross a line I wasn't ready for," she explained, her voice tinged with fear. "That's why I didn't come to your house. But I sent food for you, through Monu, to repay the help you gave me for my exams."

"You used to send the food all that time?" I asked, the realization hitting me again, my voice catching in my throat.

"Yes, didn't you know who was sending it?" she said, looking genuinely surprised.

"Your mama's son, Monu, only told me today that you used to give him the food. But I thought my Bua used to give it to him to deliver," I said.

"Your Bua?" she said and laughed, a beautiful, genuine sound that echoed softly.

I looked directly into her eyes, deciding this was the moment of truth. "Mala, do you love me, truly?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"What?" she asked, taken aback by the sudden, intense question.

"Do you love me?" I asked again, firmer this time.

She looked down, then up again, a profound sadness in her eyes. "Yes, Avi, I like you very much. I love you, but..." she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence, wringing her hands slightly.

"But what, Mala? What is the problem?" I urged, taking her hand.

"Is it because I'm older than you, that I'm three years ahead of you?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"No, that's not it at all," I dismissed the age difference completely, shaking my head.

"Then what is the real reason?" I asked, ready for any challenge.

Mala shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Look, Avi, I'm the only daughter of my parents. I know they want to get me married and settled as soon as possible, to fulfill their duty."

"So what? I will marry you, I promise," I declared, my conviction absolute.

"But your Chachi will rightfully make you study first, get your degree. Then you'll get a good, respectable government job. After all that, when you are 26 or 27 years old, you will finally get married. By then, I will be 27 or 28 myself. I simply can't wait that long for you to catch up," she said, her voice shaking with resignation. "I like you, Avi, and I love you, but I can't marry you. You should forget about me too. You'll find a much better, younger girl than me."

"But, Mala..." I protested, feeling a hollow ache in my chest.

"Besides, I'm leaving this village for good very soon," she revealed, the final blow. "We will leave right after Mona's wedding is finished."

"Leaving the village... Why are you leaving?" I asked, feeling desperate, my voice strained.

"My mother has already arranged my marriage with my Mammi's brother's son. I will get married in a year, and then I will leave the village to live with him," she explained, the decision irreversible. "He has a respectable government job, which is all my parents care about."

"You're getting married to someone else?" I asked, the world spinning slightly.

"Yes. It's too late for us, Avi. You should forget about me and move on with your life," she said, gently pulling her hand away.

"I can't forget you, Mala," I whispered, the words true and painful.

"You have to forget me," she insisted, her resolve hardening. "Look, it's very late now. I have to go back to the temple before my mother notices I'm gone for too long."

Mala left for the temple, saying only that I should forget her. *How could I forget her? The first girl I had ever truly liked, the only one who didn't want sex but instead protected me, and she told me to forget her.* I stood there, lost in my sudden, profound grief. *Why is Mala doing this? Is it only because of the age gap and the timing? Am I truly in love with Mala? What should I do now to stop this? I know one person who might help.* I immediately thought of Meena Chachi. *I'll talk to Meena Chachi about Mala tonight. Meena Chachi might find a solution to this impossible situation.* The thought of Meena Chachi gave me a small measure of comfort, a lifeline. I composed myself, smoothed down my clothes, forced a neutral expression, and slowly went and sat down in the temple, watching the ceremony resume.

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## Update 105: The Distraction of Riya (Avi and Riya)

After Mala left, I was utterly lost in my thoughts, standing motionless behind the temple. *It was neither my fault nor hers,* I concluded, trying to rationalize the pain. *Whatever is written in destiny happens. Mala was absolutely right. Her parents are poor. The sooner she gets married, the better it is for them and their security.* I was so deep in thought that I didn't even realize when the worship was finally over. Riya's sharp voice and touch brought me violently back from my profound thoughts.

I blinked, looking around, feeling the sudden, bright light of reality. Everyone was now relaxing, stretching their legs after sitting stiffly for two hours during the long worship. Riya was calling my name again, but my eyes were scanning the group desperately for Mala. Everywhere my eyes went, I was met with disappointment. I couldn't find Mala anywhere, but Riya firmly shook my arm and started talking.

"What happened to you? Are you daydreaming while standing in a temple?" Riya asked, raising an eyebrow.

*(When I have to get married, I will. Meena Chachi is right, I should stop thinking with my heart and start using my mind strategically. There is time to think with my heart later.)* I consciously fixed my mood, adopting a flirtatious grin. "When there's such a beautiful girl standing directly in front of me, dreams are bound to come, aren't they?" I countered smoothly.

Riya immediately blushed, the color rising quickly to her cheeks. She playfully hit my arm.

"Is the worship finally over?" I asked, looking toward the main deity statue.

"Yes, it's completely over now," Riya replied.

*(It wouldn't be right to ask Riya about Mala directly and look desperate.)* "Where is Mona now?" I asked instead.

"Mona has gone with Mala to freshen up and adjust their sarees," Riya informed me.

*(I didn't let her finish behind the temple; maybe that's why Mala went now to finally use the bathroom area.)* "You didn't go with them?" I asked, looking her up and down slowly.

"They were in a desperate hurry, so they didn't wait for me," Riya said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Let them go," I dismissed them with a wave of my hand. "You're already so beautiful; you don't need to freshen up and put on all that extra makeup."

"Oh, stop it, Avi..." Riya protested, but her lips curved into a flattered smile, and she blushed even deeper.

Mona and Mala returned a few minutes later, their faces washed and refreshed. Mala looked straight at me and Riya, a slight frown crossing her expression.

"You blush at every little thing I say," I remarked to Riya, taking her arm lightly. "Look, Mona is also back. Let's go now, before we're left behind."

Everyone started walking down the dirt path toward the village. Riya and I intentionally lagged behind, walking together alone. I was talking to her, trying to charm her. Mala kept looking back at us every few minutes, her eyes lingering on our proximity.

"How were your exams? You never told me the results," Riya asked, trying to steer the conversation back to serious topics.

"The exams are long over. Now it's long vacation time, all three months of freedom. Why are you asking about exams now?" I replied, keeping the mood light.

"Then what should I talk about, Avi? You're not making this easy," she complained, kicking a stone with the toe of her shoe.

"Don't talk at all, then. Just let me look at you properly," I said, my eyes scanning her body slowly from head to toe. I stopped my gaze on her cleavage. "You look incredibly beautiful in this dress."

"Thanks," Riya said, quickly smoothing the fabric over her chest with her hand.

"You seem to be having too much fun at Mona's wedding preparations," I observed, making it sound like an accusation.

"It's nothing like that. Why do you think so?" she asked, surprised by my sudden seriousness.

"You're wearing such nice, new dresses. You're killing everyone with your beauty. You're helping everyone with the work, chatting constantly. And a lot more... it looks like you want something big to happen," I speculated suggestively, holding her gaze.

"It's not like that at all," she insisted, shaking her head.

"I feel like you also secretly want to get married as soon as possible, like Mona," I pressed, keeping my gaze suggestive.

"I'm not old enough to get married, and you know it," Riya retorted, huffing slightly.

I let my eyes trail down Riya's body again, lingering on her developing curves. "I don't think so," I said, a slow smirk spreading across my face.

Riya caught the full meaning of my eyes this time. The first time I had complimented her, she said thanks. This time, she reacted to the sexual implication.

"You're very bad, Avi," Riya said, her cheeks blazing, but she didn't seem truly angry.

"I just said what was right, looking at the evidence," I defended myself, shrugging easily. I leaned in, my voice low and teasing. "Tell me, do you want to celebrate your wedding night right now, before the wedding?"

Hearing my extremely explicit words, Riya immediately abandoned me, running forward to catch up with Mona. I chuckled and slowed my pace, falling back to walk with Mona's brother.

"What's the matter, Avi? You were talking a lot just now, whispering close to Riya," Mona's brother said, nudging me playfully. "Did you finally fall in love?"

"It's nothing like that," I denied quickly, shaking my head.

"Then you tell me what the matter was between you two," Mona's brother insisted.

"She was only asking me about the exam results," I lied easily.

Mona's brother shook his head in amusement. "You'll always be a kid, Avi. You'll never learn to fall in love and talk sweet nothings."

*(If I was truly a kid, I wouldn't be fucking your sister's chooť without you knowing.)* "I can't seem to figure it out. Have you ever been in love, or are you just talking big?" I challenged him.

"I've been in love everywhere, with every pretty girl I've seen," Mona's brother boasted, puffing out his chest.

"Then teach me too, so I'm not such a 'kid'," I said, feigning eagerness.

"We'll see about that sometime later, after the wedding craziness dies down. Let's just focus on walking now," he said, increasing his pace slightly.

We kept talking about the wedding, and didn't even realize when we reached the edge of the village.

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## Update 106: The Logic of Love (Avi and Meena Chachi)

After Mala left me at the temple, I walked back to the village lost in a whirlwind of emotional and practical thoughts. *It was neither my fault nor hers,* I concluded, trying to find a balance. *Whatever is written in destiny happens. Mala was ultimately right, though. Her parents are poor, and their primary concern is security. The sooner she gets married to a settled man, the better it is for them. The boy is reportedly good, he has a secure job, and he is known to their family. This is what's best for Mala's long-term security.* However, the ache in my chest persisted, and I knew I couldn't move on without one attempt. *I have to talk to Meena Chachi. I need her logic and influence.* I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize when I reached home.

I went straight to my room and called Meena Chachi inside. Whenever I called Meena Chachi to my room, she would immediately leave whatever work she was doing and rush to me. Today, seeing the deep distress on my face, Meena Chachi entered my room right after me, her expression instantly worried.

"What happened, Avi? Why have you made your face look like a withered flower?" Meena Chachi asked, closing the door and walking towards me.

"Chachi, that Mala..." I started, then paused, watching her reaction carefully. *( Mala had said that my Chachi wouldn't let me marry her until I was an adult and settled. Mala had said that Chachi would get me married after I turned 26 or 27. I have to see how much of what Mala said about my family's rigid plan is true.)*

"What happened to Mala? Did she say something bad to you?" Meena Chachi pressed, taking a seat beside me.

I decided to plunge straight to the heart of the matter. "I like Mala. I want to marry Mala," I stated, watching her eyes closely.

Meena Chachi smiled broadly, her face lighting up with genuine happiness. She laughed softly and clapped her hands once. "My son has grown up so much that he wants to get married already! Tell me, who is this Mala, the lucky girl my son likes?"

"She's Mona's friend, the one I told you I helped with her exams," I clarified.

Meena Chachi tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Is this the same girl who doesn't have any brothers or sisters? The one who is the only daughter of her parents?"

"Yes, Chachi, I want to marry that Mala," I confirmed, my voice earnest.

"Then we have to hurry before her parents make an irreversible decision," Meena Chachi said, already standing up, energetic. "Your age is less right now; you have to be at least 21 or 22 to marry her legally and securely. I'll talk to Suman didi and tomorrow itself, I'll go and meet Mala's parents. I'll talk to them seriously about your and Mala's marriage. I'll also tell them to wait for two or three years, promising them security."

*(My mouth fell open. I was completely shocked to hear what Chachi said. The sudden, overwhelming relief made my eyes burn with unshed tears.)* "Chachi, are you not angry with me for wanting to marry now? Are you not angry with Mala?" I asked, confused by her easy acceptance.

"Angry? What are you saying, Avi? Don't be silly," she scoffed. "Our entire happiness is found in your happiness. And anyway, you have to get married someday. It's a very good thing that you chose your life partner yourself, a girl you clearly respect. But there's one thing, I did want to make you study for many more years first, and then get you married at the age of 26 or 27." She paused, then shrugged. "But it's okay, let's get you married first, and then you can continue your education. Just like I studied after marriage, you can do the same. Education is always possible."

Hearing Chachi's words—the complete dismissal of Mala's fears—the barrier in my throat broke. I started crying uncontrollably, the tears of relief and deep gratitude flowing freely, and I hugged her tightly. Crying into her shoulder, I recounted the entire, heartbreaking conversation I had with Mala at the temple.

"You're such a big boy now, and you're still crying like a scared kid," Chachi said, holding me and stroking my hair. "Come on, wipe your eyes." She pulled my face up and kissed my eyes, stopping the flow of my tears.

After crying for a while, the tension in my chest eased, and I became normal again.

"Why didn't you tell me this before, Avi? Why did you wait so long?" Meena Chachi asked, her expression serious again.

"I was..." I began, hesitant to admit my test.

Meena Chachi finished the thought for me, her eyes sharp and knowing. "You wanted to see if Mala's words about our family's rigidity were true or not, didn't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, lowering my gaze.

"So what did you find out? Was Mala's assessment of us accurate?" she asked, leaning back.

Instead of answering, I asked my real question. "Chachi, why did Mala do that? Why would she make such a huge decision without trusting me?"

"Mala did something wrong with you, but she also did something right for herself, if you look at it clearly," Meena Chachi said, speaking with wisdom.

"I don't understand the difference," I confessed, shaking my head.

"Look, Avi, I don't know much about romantic love, but I know two or three things about sacrifice and partnership," Meena Chachi began, taking my hands in hers. "The first meaning of true love is sacrifice. Mala also did the same; she sacrificed her love for her family's perceived security. Mala thought about her parents' future *before* thinking about her own happiness with you. The second meaning of love is to trust your partner completely. That is where Mala failed you. Mala didn't trust you, Avi. Mala should have given you a chance to prove you could provide for her parents as well. Instead, she made a huge decision about her life with her eyes closed, based on her fear of our delay. She thinks that the person she is going to marry—the one with the government job—will take care of her parents' future. Can't *we* take care of her parents? After Thakur, we have the most land and resources in the entire village! I could still get Mala married to you; I could force her parents to listen to me and change their minds. But I honestly think Mala is not the right girl for you."

I stared at her, waiting for the explanation.

"Mala is too smart to see only one path, and at the same time, she is a fool to let fear rule her. You should forget Mala, Avi. You will find a much better girl than Mala—one who has faith in you," Meena Chachi concluded firmly.

"But how can I forget Mala? She was the first person..." I started, the image of her eyes still sharp in my mind.

"Mala had to think about her parents' safety along with her own. She agreed to marry him, thinking that her future husband's security was the only way to take care of her parents," Meena Chachi repeated, driving the point home. "Avi, you like Mala right now because she helped you when you were exiled, but you also helped her with her exams. That's why she repaid your favor. If you fall in love with everyone who helps you, then how many people will you marry? That's not how love works! You help everyone, and they all help you. So will you fall in love with everyone you share an exchange with? If you consider a simple favor as true love, how will you manage your heart? Listen to me, forget Mala."

"You're right, Chachi," I finally conceded, her sharp logic slicing through my emotional haze. "I have to forget Mala."

"That's like my boy. Rest for a while, and when you open your eyes, you should start a new beginning by completely removing Mala from your mind," Chachi said, kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

I also slept for a while, allowing the simple truth of Chachi's words to settle. When I woke up, I decided to focus on the future and forget Mala.

In the evening, I went to Mona's house. Today there were more guests than usual because of the ongoing mehndi ceremony. Mona was applying mehndi with her friends. Mala and Riya were also sitting with Mona. Riya had already finished applying her mehndi and was waiting for it to dry. Riya immediately rushed over to me and showed me her dark, intricate mehndi designs. The mehndi looked good on Riya's hands. I started talking and laughing with Riya, making a show of my attention.

Whenever I talked to Riya, Mala looked at me from across the room, her eyes following my laughter. But now, I had nothing more to do with Mala. Mala and my path had separated, decided by her own lack of trust. After talking to Riya for a while, I went and sat with Mona's brother, closing the door on that chapter of my life. 


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## Update 107: The Turmeric and the Takeaway (Avi and Mala)

After talking with Riya for a while at Mona's house, I went and sat with Mona's brother, continuing our conversation. He was in a boastful mood.

"You're going to have so much fun after Mona leaves," I said, nudging him playfully. "It's your turn to get married next."

"Why, man? I don't want to get married so soon," Mona's brother replied, shaking his head vehemently.

"Why not? What's the rush to avoid it?" I asked.

"First, I'll have my fun, and *then* I'll get married. I have a few years to kill," he said, winking mischievously.

"What kind of fun are you talking about?" I asked, feigning ignorance, leaning forward.

"You're still just a kid, Avi; you don't even know what *fun* means when it comes to being a bachelor," he said, looking superior.

"Then tell me now," I insisted, leaning in eagerly.

"I'm talking about having fun with girls, man. Easy girls," he whispered, grinning widely.

"With girls? With whom have you actually had fun? Name one!" I challenged him.

"I can't even count how many girls I've had fun with in the fields and outside the village," he boasted, holding up his hands dramatically.

"Wow! I'm impressed. Get me one too, then," I said, putting on a show of admiration.

"We'll see about that later, when you're older," he dismissed the request with a wave of his hand.

*(You just dream and talk big. I'll do something myself before you ever get a chance to teach me.)* "Do it soon, brother, or I'll beat you to it," I said aloud, grinning.

"By the way, tell me at least one name now, just to prove you're not lying," I pressed him playfully.

"I'll tell you that too, I promise. But later, man," he said, waving me off again.

"Have you even done anything at all, or are you just talking a lot of nonsense?" I asked, challenging his masculinity directly.

"I have done plenty. Just let the wedding get over, and I'll tell you everything," he promised, his eyes serious.

"I'll be waiting for that story," I said, laughing.

We kept talking until we reached the village. I came home and sat down to talk with all three Chachis for a while, telling them about the wedding preparations. After talking, I went to sleep, saving my energy for the festivities.

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The next day, it was the day before the wedding. The whole village was buzzing with excitement, everyone talking about the imminent ceremony. Today, before going to Mona's house, I went to Pooja Bua's house, hoping for a quick session. But Pooja Bua refused, pushing me away. "I'll only fuck you after the wedding is completely over tomorrow," she said, crossing her arms. I didn't understand the connection between a village wedding and abstaining from sex. *Maybe she had another, more personal reason, and Bua just gave the wedding as a polite excuse to avoid me.*

Then I headed to Mona's house in the afternoon. Tonight was the *haldi* (turmeric paste) ceremony for the bride. It was evening now, and I made sure to tell Meena Chachi that I would be staying at Mona's house for the night.

It was time for dinner. Everyone had finished eating the feast. After dinner, they started the ritual of applying turmeric paste to the bride. The girls and women were having a loud, playful time, smearing turmeric paste on each other.

Mala and Riya's faces turned bright yellow from the turmeric paste. Riya came straight toward me and deliberately put a smudge of turmeric on both my cheeks, laughing brightly. As she was applying the turmeric on me, I saw Mala looking intensely at me from across the circle. Mala's face was already yellow from the paste, but now it seemed to turn red, flushing with jealousy or anger as she watched Riya touch me. I made sure to ignore her completely, focusing only on Riya. I also started applying turmeric on Riya, chasing her and rubbing it onto her neck and arms playfully. It was fun playing with the girls. Then, the applying of turmeric stopped as the women started the songs.

It was 11 PM, and the party started winding down for a few hours. Everyone started arranging for places to sleep in the open courtyard and the rooms. Mala's parents were also planning to sleep at Mona's house to avoid the walk back. Mala saw me alone and then started talking to her mother in a voice that was just loud enough for me to hear. Mala was telling her mother that she absolutely needed to go home and sleep in her own room, saying she couldn't sleep in a crowded place. At first, her mother refused, but after Mala insisted with growing agitation, her mother finally agreed. "Who will walk her home alone so late at night?" her mother asked, looking worried. Mala immediately said that she would go with Avi, pointing right at me. Mala's mother asked me to drop Mala home.

I had consciously separated my path from Mala and had nothing to do with her now, so I immediately refused, shaking my head. But Mala looked at me with a desperate, forceful look and ordered me to come with her. I didn't want to make a scene in front of her mother and the wedding guests by causing an argument, so I gave in and started walking with Mala toward the road.

Mala was walking silently, her posture rigid. There was clear anger on her face, but I couldn't tell if she was angry at me, her mother, or her own situation. After a short walk, we reached Mala's house. She quickly unlocked the door. I turned to go back immediately, my duty done.

Before I could take a step, she grabbed my hand tightly. My heart gave a sudden thump.

She pulled me inside the house with surprising strength. I walked inside and sat down on the simple wooden bed. She quickly closed the door, turning the latch with a sharp click. The room was dark and quiet. She walked over, still silent, and sat down right next to me. A palpable tension filled the small room, thick enough to choke on.

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## Update 108: The Storm of Mala's Kiss (Avi and Mala)

We were both sitting silently on the bed in the darkened room, the tension thickening the air. Suddenly, and without warning, Mala lashed out and slapped me hard across the face. The sharp sting of the slap immediately turned into a bewildering confusion in my mind. She instantly buried her face in her hands and started sobbing violently. *It's truly impossible to understand girls. No one can ever tell what storm is brewing in their minds,* I thought, completely shocked.

Mala was crying, her body shaking hard. I immediately reached out and gently pulled her into a hug. She hugged me back without any resistance, collapsing against my chest. She kept crying in my embrace for a long while, her tears soaking my kurta. Then, Mala abruptly moved away from me, wiping her eyes and making a visible effort to compose herself.

"What were you doing at Mona's house?" she demanded, her voice thick with raw emotion.

"What did I do that was so wrong?" I asked, gently touching my stinging cheek.

"What's going on between you and Riya?" she challenged, her eyes narrowed and wet.

"Nothing serious," I said, shrugging off the matter.

"Do you think I'm blind, Avi? I saw everything you were doing with Riya—the smiling, the touching, the whispering," she insisted, leaning toward me with narrowed eyes.

"And even if I was doing something with Riya, why does it bother you so much?" I countered, my voice hardening slightly. "You have already left me and chosen another path, haven't you?"

Mala slapped me again, this time harder. The shock of the second strike made my ears ring. "I love you, you fool!" she declared, her eyes blazing with pain.

"You already said you're marrying someone else with a secure job. Then why are you putting on this drama in front of me now?" I demanded, standing up in frustration and stepping away.

"It's my helplessness! It's my destiny! How can I make you understand the burden of my family? This is what's right for my parents..." she choked out, her voice ragged and tight.

"Then you should absolutely do what makes you and your family happy. I am not stopping you from making that choice," I said, maintaining my distance. "As for Riya, there is nothing between us as you're imagining. But even if there was, what's the difference? Just like you're thinking about your future and your family, I also have to think about my own life and my own future now."

"But why are you doing it in front of me? Why did you make a show of it tonight?" she asked, tears streaming down her turmeric-stained cheeks.

"What, should I not talk to Riya or any other girl just because you're standing nearby?" I challenged her hypocrisy directly.

"I'm not saying that!" she cried, shaking her head quickly. "I love you, Avi. So if you talk and laugh with someone else in front of me, will I feel good inside?"

"And if you get married to someone else in front of me, knowing how I feel, will *I* feel good?" I countered, the logic of Meena Chachi's earlier talk empowering my voice.

"Then you tell me what I should do, Avi!" she pleaded, throwing her hands up in desperation.

"What you're doing is right in your place, considering your parents' financial situation. I'm not stopping you from marrying someone else," I reiterated, my voice calm but firm. "And by the same logic, you shouldn't stop me either."

I don't know what snapped inside Mala, but after hearing me put the situation so bluntly, she lunged at me and started kissing me with a ferocious hunger. I was genuinely shocked by the sudden, intense shift. I just stood there for a moment, passively watching her kiss me, processing the fact that the girl who was refusing me was now claiming my lips. Mala was kissing me like a woman possessed by raw feeling.

Mala's kiss was different from everyone else's I had experienced. It felt electric, like I had momentarily reached heaven. Her lips were full, pink, and soft like a rose petal. It felt like this kiss, driven by desperation and love, would never end. After what felt like ten minutes of raw, passionate kissing, she broke the kiss, pulling back with a loud, wet gasp.

She was breathing heavily, taking long, ragged breaths. I was also trying to regain my composure, my body trembling slightly from the unexpected force of her passion. My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing loud in the small room. A tight knot suddenly twisted in my stomach. The smell of turmeric and sweat filled my nostrils, making the moment feel real and urgent. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as my body reacted to the shock.

The thought struck me with disbelief: two months ago, this girl was dying of shyness, refusing to even look at a fucking session, yet now she could kiss with such consuming, mature passion. I stared at Mala's flushed face, trying to make myself normal. After a moment, Mala reached for me again and started kissing me, attacking my mouth with renewed vigor. This time, I wasn't going to hold back any part of my desire. I immediately responded, starting to suck on Mala's lips, claiming her mouth as mine. We entered a powerful rhythm; sometimes she would dominate me, sucking my lips and tongue deep into her mouth, and sometimes I would dominate her, passionately sucking on her upper lip and then her lower lip.

Along with the kissing, my hands found their way inside her saree and started aggressively massaging Mala's body—her back, her sides, her hips. The combination of my touch and the guilt-ridden passion made Mala start sucking on my lips with even greater intensity. It was now getting extremely difficult for me to control the rapid swelling of my `lunď`. I broke the kiss, picked Mala up in one quick motion, and carried her straight into the inner room, knowing exactly where this storm was leading.

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## Update 109: The Virgin's Claim (Avi and Mala)

I laid Mala gently on the bed, the mattress sighing softly beneath her. I quickly stripped off my shirt and got on top of Mala. I descended, finding her lips again. I ran my tongue over Mala's full, pink lips before joining my mouth with hers. We were fully consuming the kiss, savoring every deep exchange. By kissing so intensely, Mala and I had completely left this world, entering a space that was entirely our own. I didn't know what Mala had experienced or learned after going to her mama's village, but whatever it was, I was reveling in it. Mala's kiss had shaken me to the core; every second felt precious and every moment delivered a potent surge of pleasure. I had initially thought that whenever I finally got the chance, Mala wouldn't cooperate, and I would have to do everything myself. But my one single kiss that day months ago had somehow taught Mala everything she needed to know, and she was now fully cooperating, reciprocating my passion.

After breaking the long kiss, I started urgently pressing Mala's breasts over her clothes. By kissing, Mala had already become searingly hot, and now the sensation of her breasts being pressed made Mala start moaning, low and breathless. I felt it was wrong to delay any longer. I began stripping Mala's clothes away. Mala helped me without any resistance, her hands moving to assist me in removing her saree and petticoat. Seeing Mala in just her bra and panty, my Baburao—my lunď—stiffened instantly and seemed to salute Mala's chooť from within my underwear. I didn't want to keep my Baburao imprisoned, causing him unnecessary trouble, nor did I want to keep Mala's chooť concealed in her panty. With swift motions, I freed my Baburao and Mala's chooť from the bondage of clothes. Seeing Mala completely naked, the passion surging through my Baburao intensified painfully.

Mala's ripe, heavy breasts had brown, firm nipples, and a small mole near one nipple instantly drew my attention. Seeing Mala's breasts, my mouth started to water with primal hunger, and I pounced on Mala like a famished lion. I first placed a soft kiss on a nipple, then quickly took the entire thing into my mouth and started sucking it hard. I didn't want to make the other breast feel neglected, so I started aggressively massaging it with my hand, readying it for my mouth. While sucking on her breasts, I would sometimes pinch her nipple gently and sometimes take the entire globe of her breast into my mouth to suck deeply. The intense sucking and pressing made Mala writhe and gasp like a fish flopping on the sand. Mala was completely lost, in a dizzying dilemma of what to do next.

I paused the oral pleasure and lowered my gaze. Now, I was looking at Mala's pink chooť. I had fucked so many women so far, but out of all of them, only Mala's chooť was still perfectly closed. Mala's chooť lips were tightly joined with each other, looking plump and pristine. They were just waiting for my lunď to separate them. My lunď was throbbing, desperate to drink the first blood of her chooť. But before drinking the chooť's blood, I knew I had to give the chooť water, just as tradition suggests a chicken is given water before it is slaughtered. I lowered my head and started kissing her chooť. Mala's chooť had a different, unique smell—a muskiness that drove me momentarily crazy. *But compared to my Chachi's chooť, Mala's was nothing, still fresh and unused.* I started running my tongue over Mala's chooť. My tongue couldn't enter her chooť past the tightly sealed lips. I used my fingers to gently separate her chooť lips. The small, pink, exposed entrance of her chooť was immediately visible. I started aggressively pushing my tongue into Mala's chooť. Mala started to get lost completely in pleasure, writhing beneath me like a fish caught on a hook. Mala couldn't handle the intensity of my licking. In a violent spasm, Mala released the water of her chooť's ocean all over my face and mouth. I quickly and greedily drank every drop.

Mala climaxed so quickly that I didn't even get to properly lick her chooť until I wanted to stop. That's why I continued licking her chooť without stopping. Mala was thoroughly enjoying my continuous, intense licking. When Mala came for the second time, her body going rigid again, I finally stopped licking her chooť. I had done everything perfectly, just as Madam had taught me. I had completed every step that should be done before the main event. Now, only the last battle remained, which I had to win at all costs. I quickly put some spit on the tip of my lunď. The spit made my lunď slippery. I then positioned my lunď right on her chooť entrance. As soon as I touched my lunď to her chooť, Mala instantly clamped her eyes shut, bracing herself. I remembered Madam's words exactly: *Mala is a virgin. This is her first time. You have to do it slowly and carefully.* I gave a tentative thrust, but my lunď slipped off the entrance. Just as Madam had predicted, with a virgin girl's first time, the lunď often slips while trying to go inside.

I repositioned my lunď on her chooť again. This time, I used my mind along with my deliberate strength and pushed my lunď into her chooť. My glans went inside her chooť. The small mouth of her chooť stretched open. Her chooť lips separated around the tip. Mala opened her eyes briefly, then squeezed them shut again without saying a word. Madam had said that the girl would scream loudly during the first time. But Mala didn't make a sound. However, the tight lines of pain on Mala's face made me feel certain that when my whole lunď went inside, Mala would definitely scream. To prevent Mala from screaming, I immediately started sucking on Mala's lips again.

Now, I had to give a hard, quick thrust to break Mala's seal. I gave a single, hard thrust. My lunď broke the seal of her chooť and rammed deep inside. As soon as the lunď went inside, the seal of the chooť broke, the blood came out of the chooť, my lunď drank the blood, and while the pain shot through her, Mala let out a muffled scream. Because of the sharp pain, tears instantly sprang to Mala's eyes and flowed down her temples. I started to stop Mala's scream and the tears flowing from her eyes. Mala's scream was instantly muffled by the pressure of my mouth on hers. To stop the tears in Mala's eyes, I kept my lunď completely still inside her without moving for a long moment. So much had happened: the seal of the chooť broke, blood came out of the chooť, but Mala still kept her eyes closed, though the tears continued to flow.

I kept sucking on Mala's lips, kissing her deeply. I put my hands on her breasts and started massaging them vigorously. Mala quickly composed herself, her breathing evening out, signaling that she was ready to take the next thrust. I gave the last, final thrust. With this, my whole lunď buried itself inside her chooť. A muffled sound of pain and realization came out of Mala's mouth, but it was swallowed by the kiss. Mala still didn't open her eyes, but tears were continuously coming from her eyes. I thought it was best to keep my lunď inside her chooť without moving for a long while. I didn't know why Mala kept her eyes closed, perhaps to deal with the pain or the emotional conflict.

I finally pulled back slightly and kissed Mala's closed eyelids, telling her softly that I was going to thrust now. Then I slowly took my lunď out to begin moving it. I saw blood covering the shaft of my lunď. This wasn't a new sight for me, but it was a completely new and irreversible experience for Mala. I had even taken blood out of a already-fucked chooť, so with a virgin chooť, blood was bound to come out.

I kept looking at my lunď for a moment, absorbing the sight of Mala's blood on me. Since I wasn't thrusting, Mala reached down and put her hands on my hips and started pulling me back down toward her. Seeing Mala's impatience, I started thrusting slowly. The intense experience and pleasure of a virgin chooť are entirely different from anything else. Mala was putting tremendous pressure on my lunď with her tight chooť. My lunď was going in and out with great difficulty because of the tight, grasping pressure from her chooť. But after 10 or 12 aggressive thrusts, Mala's lovely chooť started opening up, stretching according to the size of my lunď. I immediately increased my rhythm, fucking her hard by putting my lunď deep inside her chooť. At first, Mala was still feeling pain from my relentless thrusts. But after my lunď made its place in her chooť and her own water started flowing, Mala's pain quickly turned into soaring pleasure. Mala's muffled screams turned into loud, rhythmic moans. As soon as Mala started moaning with pleasure, I ramped up my speed, increasing my thrusts, aggressively fucking her virgin chooť. Mala kept her eyes closed and started fully enjoying our wedding night without a wedding ceremony.

Pure happiness was visible on Mala's face. By fucking with me, Mala had completely accepted me. I felt that Mala had changed her decision, and that's why Mala was finally ready to fuck me like this. I kept fucking Mala's tight chooť hard for 15 intense minutes. Then, my cum burst out inside Mala's chooť. I collapsed heavily on top of Mala, spent and satisfied. I knew I could never forget the profound pleasure I got from fucking Mala. During the entire fucking session, Mala had kept her eyes closed. I still didn't know why she had done that. I gently withdrew my lunď from her chooť. Along with my lunď, my cum, Mala's chooť water, and blood started coming out, dripping onto the sheet. I fell to the side of Mala. I tried to make myself normal, and while lying there naked next to Mala, I quickly fell into a deep sleep. 

I was sleeping naked next to Mala, spent and completely exhausted from the intense session. The immense pleasure of the virgin chooť still hummed through my body, but the deep sleep offered only brief respite. I woke up after only an hour, the memory of what had just happened pulling me back to full consciousness. I slowly shifted, feeling the wet stickiness where my lunď had been. I sat up, looking at Mala, who was still lying still, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.

I gently moved her thigh. My lunď was covered in a slick mix of my own cum, Mala's chooť water, and her virgin blood. I needed to clean myself. My eyes fell on the discarded pile of her clothes near the bed. I reached out and grabbed her small, cotton panty, the very garment that had imprisoned her chooť just an hour ago.

I carefully wiped my lunď clean with her panty, using the soft cloth to absorb the sticky remnants of our passion. The sight of her blood and my semen staining her underwear sent a fresh, sharp jolt of dominance through me. I tossed the soiled panty back onto the floor, now fully awake and feeling a dangerous surge of renewed desire.

Mala must have felt the slight movement, because she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at me, her expression soft, tired, and deeply satisfied. She saw my still-hardening lunď and the intensity in my eyes. She knew exactly what I needed.

Without a word, Mala rose onto her knees on the bed, her bruised chooť glistening in the dim light. She reached out and gently took my lunď in her hand, her touch surprisingly skilled and warm. She guided my lunď toward her face and lowered her head, slowly taking the tip into her mouth.

The first sensation of her wet, soft mouth closing around my lunď after the aggressive fucking was electrifying. She wasn't an expert like my pooja bua, but her willingness, her silent, intense focus, was intoxicating. She started to suck softly at first, exploring the shaft of my lunď with her tongue. My initial arousal quickly became a raging, uncontrollable urge. I reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and pressed her mouth down, dictating the depth and rhythm.

Mala responded by deepening her commitment, working my lunď harder and faster with her mouth and throat. Her eyes were closed, her face concentrating entirely on the pleasure she was giving me. The guilt and fear she had shown earlier were gone, replaced by a desperate need to please me. The intense pressure of her sucking, combined with the memory of her virginity, was too much. I felt a tremendous build-up, and I couldn't hold back.

I gripped her head firmly as a massive groan tore from my chest. "Mala! I'm coming! " I commanded.

My body convulsed, releasing a scorching wave of thick, hot cum directly into her mouth. Mala did not pull away. She took every single drop of my juice, swallowing it all without flinching. When I was finally empty and my lunď had shrunk, she kept my lunď in her mouth for another few seconds, gently drawing on it one last time before slowly letting go.

She looked up at me, her cheeks flushed and her lips glistening with my seed. She met my gaze, not with shame, but with a fierce, quiet look of possession. She then used her tongue to clean her lips, consuming any stray drops of my semen, making the consumption of my lunď's juice a final, definitive act of devotion.

I pulled her up and hugged her tightly, kissing her sweaty forehead. This single encounter, driven by desperation and sealed by her sacrifice, meant more than all the easy sex I had indulged in. Mala had given me everything she had left to give. I lay back down, pulling Mala's exhausted body into my arms, and fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep, knowing I had truly marked her as mine, regardless of the marriage her parents planned.


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## Update 110: The Final Departure (Avi and Riya)

I woke up to the usual morning noise filtering in from outside the house. I was sleeping naked on the bed, my body still heavy with exhaustion. Mala wasn't on the bed; the sheet was fucked with the sticky proof of our passion and the dark stain of her lost virginity. I could clearly hear Mala and her mother's voices outside the bedroom door, talking softly about the morning preparations for the wedding. I quickly put on my clothes and paused by the door, listening to their conversation. After a few minutes, Mala's mother's voice faded as she left for Mona's house. I felt a sudden, urgent need to leave. *If someone saw me leaving this house now, Mala's reputation would be ruined,* I thought quickly. I left the house without speaking to Mala, knowing I was leaving things unresolved. *I'll definitely talk to Mala at Mona's wedding ceremony,* I decided, justifying my hasty exit.

When I got home, I was genuinely shocked by the sight that greeted me. For the first time since I could remember, Meena Chachi was preparing to go to a public function. Before this, because she couldn't become a mother, Chachi had never gone out to happy social gatherings. Today, there was a visible, quiet happiness on Chachi's face. I didn't want to bother Chachi by telling her about my emotional problems with Mala. I slipped away to my room and fell back asleep. Suman Chachi woke me up around 10:00 AM.

"Get up quickly, Avi. We have to go to the wedding soon," Suman Chachi said, shaking my shoulder.

I rubbed my eyes. "Chachi, what time is it?" I asked groggily.

"It's 10:00 AM already," Suman Chachi informed me, stepping away.

"What? Why didn't you wake me up earlier, Chachi?" I protested, sitting up straight.

"I woke you up two times already, but you kept falling straight back asleep, muttering to yourself," Suman Chachi said, smiling softly.

"You make me some breakfast quickly. I'll get ready now," I said, jumping off the bed.

After getting ready in a rush, I had breakfast and immediately went to Mona's house. The wedding ceremony was being held in the empty space in front of the house, decorated elaborately. The whole village had come, making the crowd immense. I scanned the area but couldn't see Mala or Riya anywhere. *Maybe they were inside the house, getting Mona ready for the marriage rituals.* The groom had already arrived. Soon after, Mona arrived, but only Riya was with her, attending to her. I looked hard at the stage, checking the women and guests, but I couldn't see Mala anywhere. I thought *maybe she was simply sitting quietly with her mother, avoiding the crowd.*

I went over to Mona's brother and started helping him with various small tasks. A village wedding is a beautiful, chaotic kind of fun, and I started enjoying the atmosphere, the people, and the music. In no time at all, the main wedding ceremony was over. Dinner was also finished. The bride, Mona, went to her new home with the groom. The villagers also gradually went to their respective homes. My Chachis and Chachas also went home, leaving me alone. I stayed behind to help Mona's brother with the cleanup and organization. I never saw Mala anywhere during the entire wedding. *Maybe she was with her mother all along, or maybe she went home early to rest because of the rough fucking session last night,* I thought, a smug warmth spreading through my stomach.

It was 8:00 PM. I told Mona's brother that I was tired and needed to leave now. I started walking toward my house. On the way, I met Riya, walking in the opposite direction.

"Where are you going so late at night, Riya?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.

"I'm not going anywhere; I'm coming back," Riya replied, adjusting her saree.

*(Hearing Mala's name, I knew I had to ask Riya about her whereabouts.)* "I didn't see Mala at all at the wedding today," I observed, looking around.

Riya looked surprised that I hadn't realized. "How would she be there?" she asked simply, tilting her head.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, frowning hard.

"She left for her village as soon as the main wedding ceremony was over, around sunset," Riya explained.

"Why? What happened to her that she had to leave so quickly?" I asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Nothing happened to her, Avi. She had to go to her home village permanently," Riya said, her voice completely matter-of-fact.

"What do you mean, 'What'?" I stammered, feeling a chill run through me.

"Yes. She left for her mama's house at 5:00 PM. Her parents also went with her. They had to catch a train from the city to leave the district," Riya revealed, looking confused by my reaction.

"But you just said you were coming from Mala's house. Why would you be there if they've left?" I insisted, completely confused, my mind racing.

Riya looked at me with a bewildered expression. "Yes, I was at the house. We bought Mala's house," she said, finally delivering the crushing truth in a soft voice.

"When did that happen?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"It's been a month now. We bought the house, furniture, and all the belongings inside. Mala is not coming back to this village again. Mala has decided to stay at her mama's house, where her fiancé is. Mala only came back here for Mona's wedding, and her parents also stayed here only for Mona's wedding. If Mona's wedding hadn't happened, they would have sold the house and left the village a month ago," Riya finished, unaware of the devastation she had just unleashed.

I felt a massive, silent wave of shock crash over me. My breath hitched in my throat, a dry, painful catch. My hands clenched tightly at my sides, my knuckles white with the sudden force. *All of it—the kiss, the fight, the surrender, the fucking, the tears—was her final goodbye, her final, frantic, beautiful sacrifice to me.* My mind spun, trying to hold onto the memory of her face. I started walking away from Riya immediately, my pace quickening. Riya was calling my name, her voice fading into the background, becoming a distant noise. But I was so lost in the crushing realization that Mala was gone forever, and that our intense night was a closing chapter, that I couldn't stop walking toward my house. She had used me to say goodbye to her love, and now she was gone, leaving only the memory and the ache.

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## Update 111: The Bitter Farewell of Mala (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I walked back home, my mind reeling from Riya's revelation. *How could Mala do this to me?* The question burned through my thoughts. *I never once imagined that Mala would leave this village without saying a single word to me, without a goodbye. Riya said that her family bought Mala's house. That means Mala has gone forever.* *If Mala had to go, she was free to do so, but she should have talked to me one last time, met me face-to-face, and then left.*

*Mala first made me feel the dizzying rush of love. Then, at the temple, she flatly refused to accept my love. Then, last night, she pulled me back, forcing us to make desperate, passionate love, and now she's gone again, rejecting my love in the cruelest way possible.* *Mala, why did you do this to me? You could have met me just once, just for five minutes. I was going to tell you that Chachi is ready for our marriage, that the financial obstacle was removed. Mala, what have you done? Why did you make love to me like that yesterday? I was already starting to forget you, but after what you did to me last night, how can I ever forget you? Mala, just meet me once. Just once...*

Thinking about Mala like this, the world blurry around me, I finally reached home. As soon as I came in, I went straight to my room and sat down heavily on the bed, staring blankly ahead. I was lost in my painful thoughts when Meena Chachi walked into my room. She rushed to me, and without a word, she immediately wrapped me in a tight embrace. As soon as I felt Meena Chachi's arms around me, the dam broke. Tears started pouring from my eyes, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Meena Chachi held me close, letting me cry for a long while. After my sobs had subsided, Meena Chachi gently kissed my eyes, and my tears instantly stopped.

"Avi, tell me everything about Mala. What did you and Mala talk about today that has left you so broken?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice soft with concern.

*(Internal thoughts: How does Chachi know that I'm crying specifically because of Mala? How could she possibly know?)* I pulled back slightly and looked at Chachi with a questioning, bewildered expression.

"I know Mala has left the village forever," Meena Chachi stated simply, anticipating my unspoken question.

I looked at Meena Chachi with a deeper, more profound questioning gaze.

"I saw Mala and her parents at the bus stop earlier this evening. They had luggage. I thought they looked like they were leaving the village for good, and then I found out the truth from a neighbor that they are leaving forever," Meena Chachi explained, keeping her expression neutral. "Now, stop stalling and tell me what you and Mala talked about and why you were crying so desperately."

"Chachi, Mala left the village forever without meeting me or saying goodbye," I whispered, the pain still raw.

"You're crying for such a small thing as not getting a proper goodbye?" Meena Chachi asked, feigning annoyance.

"If it was such a small thing, Chachi, I would have never cried like this," I insisted, shaking my head.

"Then tell me what the real matter is," she urged.

I took a deep breath and told Meena Chachi everything about what happened with Mala last night—the fighting, the kissing, the virginity, the deep fuck we shared, and her consumption of my cum. Meena Chachi heard me out, listening to every detail, and then simply hugged me again, clutching me tightly.

*(Meena Chachi's internal thoughts: Avi, what have you done, my son? I told you to forget Mala, and instead, you made love to Mala again, taking her virginity. You fucked her. Avi, you absolutely shouldn't have done this. Now, you will never be able to forget Mala! It won't be easy for you to forget Mala's first time. What have you done, Avi? And Mala, you didn't do right by fucking Avi. After this night, neither Mala will be able to live her arranged life properly, haunted by this, nor will Avi be able to let go. You both will keep crying your whole life, remembering your first love, your first fuck. Meena, you have to think of something, or Avi will go crazy in Mala's memory. What if Avi becomes a miserable Devdas? Meena, think of a solution, and quickly!)*

"Avi, do you know I met Mala at the bus stop just before she left?" Meena Chachi said, pulling back to look me in the eye.

As soon as I heard Chachi's words, I moved away from her, alert and hopeful.

"I even talked to Mala at the bus stop, just for a moment," Meena Chachi continued slowly.

"What did Mala say? Did she ask about me? Is she coming back here? Did she leave any message for me?" I asked, barraging her with hopeful questions.

"Avi, I can't tell you everything Mala and I talked about," Meena Chachi said, shaking her head sadly.

"What kind of thing happened that you can't tell me? Was it too sad?" I insisted, frustrated by the secrecy.

"You won't be able to bear to hear it. It will break your heart further," she warned me.

"Chachi, don't talk in riddles. Tell me what Mala said to you, right now," I insisted, my voice demanding.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth," Meena Chachi said, taking a deep breath and settling into a theatrical position.

*

(Meena Chachi's fabricated conversation)

"I saw Mala at the bus stop. She was waiting for the bus with her parents and all their luggage. I thought she was going somewhere far, so I decided I should talk to her about you. That's why I walked to the bus stop. Mala's parents were busy talking to someone else. Mala was standing alone near the luggage. I walked up to Mala. Mala was genuinely shocked to see me in front of her.

'You're Mala, right?' I asked her gently.

'Yes, and you're Avi's Chachi, the whore who only got pregnant recently,' Mala spat out immediately.

'Are you going somewhere permanent?' I asked, ignoring the insult.

'Yes, I'm going to my mama's house forever,' Mala said, folding her arms.

'Forever? Leaving the village?' I questioned.

'Yes, I'm leaving this village forever, thank God,' Mala confirmed with a cruel smile.

'Does Avi know that you're leaving the village for good?' I asked, looking for proof of her care.

'So, Avi told you everything, did he?' Mala sneered.

'Yes,' I said.

'Then that's good. At least that fool finally did something smart,' Mala said, looking disgusted.

'Who are you calling a fool?' I challenged her.

'Avi. And why wouldn't I? He's a number one, pathetic bastard,' Mala said, her voice laced with hatred.

'Watch your language, Mala. Don't forget that you also told him you loved him, and you made love to him last night,' I said, feeling my blood boil.

'Love? That too with Avi? How can you even think that, Chachi? I'm not that big a fool to love a jerk like Avi,' Mala scoffed, throwing her head back.

'If that was all drama, then why did you feed Avi and help him with his exams?' I asked, pressing for a logical explanation.

'It's my job to feed beggars and sick dogs. I feed every beggar who comes near my door, so should I go around loving everyone of them?' Mala said, looking at me as if I were dirt.

'Avi saved you from getting ruined by the shopkeeper, and in return, you're calling him a beggar and a dog,' I said, my voice shaking with anger.

'I actually *wanted* to fuck myself with someone else, to get the taste of it. But because of that bastard Avi, my chooť remained thirsty for two months,' Mala said, her voice rising to a furious crescendo. 'But it's okay. Yesterday, I slapped that same weak bastard two times to teach him a lesson and then I fucked him hard. I quenched my two-month-long thirst, and now I'm done with him.'

'Don't you dare abuse Avi again, or I will hit you,' I warned her, stepping closer.

'I'll not only abuse Avi, but I'll abuse you too, you old witch!' Mala screamed. 'You're a number one whore, who is only becoming a mother after so many days. Who knows how many people you slept with to become a mother? You yourself won't even know who the real father of your future child is!'

I could have answered Mala then, I could have slapped her into silence, but I remained silent only because of you, Avi. Look at what she said. The girl who can abuse you, who can abuse your mother, who can call your son a bastard, you're crying for her. You love her, Avi. Now you yourself think who you want: Mala or your Chachi and your family."

*

I was completely shocked to hear Chachi's story. My entire body went cold. I never thought Mala would turn out to be this kind of hateful, crude girl. I was falling in love with a girl who considers me a beggar and a bastard and abuses my Chachi—the woman who is my mother. My vision of Mala was shattered. What I thought Mala was and what she turned out to be were two different people. A cold, hard hatred instantly replaced the love and pain. I will never forgive Mala. *Mala, I hate you, I hate you!*

I instantly hugged Meena Chachi, clinging to her for emotional protection.
"Chachi, you were absolutely right that Mala is not the right girl for me. I made the biggest mistake by loving Mala. From today onwards, I will not love anyone ever again," I vowed into her shoulder.

*(Meena Chachi's internal thoughts: What is this? Avi is swearing not to love anyone at all. For now, this is okay. I'll explain to Avi the value of love later, when he is healed.)* "Avi, now stop crying and forget Mala. Start a new life right now. I want my old, fun-loving son back," Meena Chachi said, rubbing my back soothingly.

"Forget her from tomorrow? No, Chachi. From today, this moment, I will forget Mala forever. And you'll get your old Avi back," I declared, the rage giving me strength.

"Now you should rest and clear your mind. You rest, I'll go back to my work," Meena Chachi said, kissing my cheek before leaving.

Meena Chachi went out of my room, and I lay down on the bed, falling into an exhausted, resentful sleep.

*

*(Meena Chachi's true internal thoughts, standing outside the door: Avi, forgive me. I lied to you completely. I only saw Mala and her parents at the bus stop. By the time I walked up to Mala, she had already sat down in the bus and it pulled away. I never spoke a word to her. After what you did with Mala yesterday—taking her virginity—you wouldn't have been able to forget Mala as she planned. Mala didn't do right by fucking you like that and then leaving. You both got some beautiful moments of happiness by fucking, but because of Mala's departure, there will be lifelong sadness and regret. Neither Mala will be happy there, nor would you be happy here. You both would keep crying your whole life, remembering your first love, your first fuck. Mala will get married after a year or two and will eventually forget you to some extent. But what would you do here? You would live your life as a heartbroken Devdas in Mala's memory, dying emotionally every day. How could I see you killing yourself in Mala's memory? That's why I made Mala look so bad, so cruel, and so abusive in your eyes. My lie was the only way for you to forget Mala quickly and start living a fun life again. If Mala ever comes back into your life, if she ever returns to this village, I will tell you the whole truth, and I'll make Mala a good girl in your eyes again. Forgive me, Avi. I truly didn't have any other option. I couldn't see you dying every moment. Forgive me.)*

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## Update 112: Riya's Claim (Avi and Riya)

A new morning brought a forced new hope for me. It was not possible to erase Mala's memory in one night, especially after our powerful final session. The hatred ignited by Meena Chachi's story was a cold, useful fire. I decided I wouldn't ruin my life by thinking about Mala again; she was beneath my thoughts. After exercising in the morning, I got fresh and started eating breakfast. There was no sadness or cloud of grief on my face because of Mala's departure. Seeing the genuine glow of health and determination on my face, Meena Chachi looked visibly relieved. The morning passed quickly while I talked and laughed with the Chachis. In the afternoon, I decided to go to Mona's new house.

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Today, there was a small worship ceremony for the new bride (Mona) at the groom's house. Mona's new house was small and cramped, but most of the houses in the village were similar. The groom and bride started the worship. I was standing near the door of the room, observing the ceremony. Many people were squeezed into the room. Because of that, there was absolutely no space to stand or sit comfortably.

Riya was standing right behind me where I was positioned. Because of my height, she couldn't see anything over my shoulder. Riya kept shifting, her body bumping into my back. I leaned back slightly.

"Move up to the front, you can peek around me," I told Riya softly, nudging my shoulder back.

She moved forward. Now she was standing directly in front of me, just separated by a breath of air. The people who were near the groom and bride were sitting on the floor. The rest of us were crammed together, standing.

There was initially a little gap between Riya and me, a polite distance. But then the Panditji called the groom's mama and mammi to perform the next part of the worship. Four or five more people surged inside the already full room with the groom's mama. Because of this sudden pressure, Riya had to move back suddenly, crushing herself against me. Riya was now completely stuck to me, her soft, curved back pressed against my chest.

The immediate warmth of Riya's body, the soft give of her spine against my breastbone, made my lunď spring to attention instantly, hardening aggressively against my pants. The cotton of my pants felt suddenly tight. A quick pulse throbbed in my groin. As soon as my lunď became hard and hot, the memory of Mala left my mind completely. The immediate, physical reality of Riya took over.

*Chachi wanted the old, fun-loving Avi back. So I should absolutely start taking advantage of the situation,* I thought, feeling a thrill of danger.

My hard lunď was pressed tight against the crack of Riya's soft ass. The cotton fabric of my pants offered little insulation. Riya stiffened, clearly feeling the press of my lunď on her ass. Riya quickly looked back over her shoulder once, her eyes wide, but she immediately turned forward and didn't say anything to me.

Seeing no resistance, no protest from Riya's side, I started moving my lunď gently up and down against her ass. It was a lot of fun moving my erection against her soft curves in the middle of a crowded, religious worship. I kept grinding my lunď on her ass for a long while, enjoying the friction and the mounting heat. Since there were so many people packed into the house, I took advantage of this cover and slipped my hand down, resting it on her ass beneath her saree. The wall was right behind my hand, boxing us in. I angled my lunď and pressed the head into the soft crack of her ass. And I started moving my hand up her thighs, exploring the soft skin. I was slowly and subtly moving my hips back and forth, timing my movement so people wouldn't suspect me.

After a short while of this covert action, I felt a familiar, involuntary tremor run through Riya's body. Her muscles tightened briefly against my touch. When I quickly moved my hand up her thigh and found her inner leg, I confirmed from her very wet salwar that Riya had just come, climaxing right there against me.

Now I gently moved back a small distance, causing my lunď to slide out of the crack of her ass. Riya looked back over her shoulder again, her eyes asking a silent question, as if wondering why I had taken my lunď out and stopped. I didn't like moving away from Riya's ass either, but the worship had just concluded, and people were starting to move. I quickly came out and found a place to sit down. The other people also started streaming out of the room. Riya soon followed. When I looked at her, she was also looking straight at me, her eyes shining with unspoken desire.

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After the worship was completely over, everyone started gathering to eat the feast. I was more worried about quenching my lunď's desperate thirst than eating any food. I was actively looking for a moment when I could meet Riya alone and ask her directly. I was absolutely sure that she would not refuse me now.

Everyone was busy eating food, and Riya suddenly got up and started walking toward the edge of the village. I immediately got up too and started walking with her.

"Did you have fun during the worship, Riya?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, pulling alongside her.

Riya stopped walking and just stared at me, her expression unreadable.

"I asked if you had fun today," I repeated, a small smirk playing on my lips.

Riya didn't say anything again, simply resuming her walk. After a short distance, Riya's house came into view. She walked straight inside the house without another word. I was left standing outside, confused by her sudden silence.

*Riya must have felt bad, that's why she didn't answer my question. But at Mona's house, she didn't complain about my hands.* I had started to think I would have to remove the thought of fucking Riya from my mind, that she wasn't as bold as I thought.

Just then, Riya came back out of the house. She looked at me, smiled a clear, inviting smile, and started walking down the road again. I immediately started walking behind her. Riya stopped right in front of Mala's house. She reached into her pocket, took out a key, and opened the lock of Mala's house. She looked back at me, her smile widening into a direct invitation, and went inside.

I understood everything perfectly. Riya wants more fun, and she was looking for a safe, private place. That's why she went to her own house first, grabbed the key to the house her family bought, and led me here. I paused outside, thinking whether I should go inside Mala's house or not. *If I went inside the house, I would remember fucking Mala again.* Then the thought process Meena Chachi had initiated took over.

*After what Mala did and what she said about Chachi, I have to forget Mala completely. By fucking Riya on the very same bed where I fucked Mala, I can show Mala's memory that I only hate her and have moved on.*

I pushed the gate open. The door was unlocked. My guess was right. I went inside, closed the gate behind me, and went into the inner room. Riya was already sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Her eyes were shining with excitement.

"Did you get the answer to your question, Avi?" Riya asked, her voice breathy, her posture leaning forward.

"I didn't know that the answer would be so good and so direct," I said, walking toward her. "I would have asked much earlier."

"Then why didn't you ask, you fool?" she teased, playfully hitting the mattress with her hand.

"You were with Mona all the time, busy with wedding preparations. Now I understand why you were spending so much time with Mona. You must have been asking Mona all about her wedding night and then thought about having your own wedding night soon," I said, the words heavy with sexual meaning, stepping right up to the bed.

Riya blushed deeply after hearing me. She looked down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers in sudden shyness.

"So, tell me now, do you want to celebrate your wedding night with me?" I asked, my voice demanding a direct answer.

She looked up at me and nodded her head in a clear, silent "yes."

"Have you done this with anyone before me, Riya?" I asked, needing to know, my eyes scanning her face.

"Do I look like that kind of a girl, Avi?" she countered, looking offended, her brow furrowed.

"You're misunderstanding my question," I said quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I just want to know if this is your first time or not. I need to know how to proceed."

"What do you think, Avi? Tell me what your mind says," she challenged me back, biting her lip, her eyes holding mine.

"I think a lot of things, Riya. I think you're ready for everything," I said, letting my gaze drift over her body, my hand resting near her thigh.

Changing the subject abruptly, Riya looked at the window. "I have to leave soon, Avi. My mother will start looking for me," she whispered urgently, her eyes darting nervously toward the light.

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## Update 113: The Conquest of Riya (Avi and Riya)

"I have to leave soon," Riya whispered urgently, looking at the window. As soon as Riya gave me the deadline, I didn't waste another moment. I moved closer to her, my hand sweeping around her back, and I started kissing Riya hard.

By having sex with someone else in Mala's house, on the very bed where Mala surrendered, I was trying to aggressively convince myself how much I had started to hate Mala. Only yesterday, I had confessed my love for Mala, and today I had manufactured so much hatred that I was about to fuck the same girl, Riya, on Mala's bed—the girl Mala saw me talking to, which had enraged her enough to demand sex from me.

I forcibly removed the last image of Mala from my mind and started focusing entirely on the new, virgin chooť in front of me. I started sucking on Riya's lips. Out of all the lips I had kissed so far, Riya's were the softest because she was the youngest among the women I'd been with. Riya's lips were incredibly soft, like moist petals. As I was sucking on Riya's lips, I started playing with her tongue, meeting its timid dance with the dominance of mine. 

Riya quickly grew hot with the intensity of the kiss. While kissing, I started pressing Riya's breasts through her clothes. Riya's breasts were small and firm, which I knew I had to make rounder and bigger by aggressive massaging. I set to work immediately on my mission. While sucking deeply on her lips, I started pressing Riya's breasts over her kameez. I thought of them as small oranges that needed to be transformed into ripe mangoes. I began trying to extract juice from Riya's oranges. There was no internal juice yet, but by pressing them and fucking them like this, Riya's oranges would fill up with juice soon enough.

I continued kissing and pressing her breasts like this. We kept kissing for ten minutes, and for five of those minutes, I was pressing her breasts relentlessly along with the kissing. I finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and immediately started stripping Riya. I took off her salwar and her kameez. Because of this, she was left standing in front of me only in her bra and panty. 

She quickly hid her breasts and bra with her long hair. And she started trying to hide her chooť and panty with her hands, crossing them over her crotch.

"Riya, take your hands away from your chooť, or else I will have to do it myself, and you won't like my method," I commanded softly.

Riya looked up at me, hesitating for a moment, and then slowly started to move her hands away from her panty. I quickly reached out, held her hands, and guided them *into* her panty, placing them over her chooť. Then, I took my hands out.

"Don't take your hands out of your panty until I take off your panty myself," I instructed, my eyes fixed on her.

Riya swallowed hard, nodded her head in a quiet 'yes,' and agreed to my command. I gently pushed Riya onto the bed and first kissed her cheeks, then her lips. I started sucking on her lips deeply, then introduced my tongue to suck on hers. I then started kissing and tracing my tongue down her neck. By covering her entire face and neck with kisses like this, she was going crazy with anticipation. She started saying that she couldn't control herself anymore, squirming beneath my touch.

I knew it was wrong to delay any longer. I took off her bra and immediately started running my tongue on the small nipples of her oranges. After thoroughly running my tongue on them, I took one of Riya's oranges into my mouth and started sucking it hard. I was sucking on one breast and pressing the other aggressively with my hand. Riya instantly started rubbing her chooť with her hand inside her panty. I was sucking on both of her breasts like a hungry animal. I was also biting her nipples gently in between the sucking. After sucking on her oranges for a while, I started massaging her breasts with both my hands, pressing and squeezing them hard. I kept pressing Riya's oranges for a good while.

Then I moved down her body and gripped Riya's panty. Riya's hands were still inside her panty, rubbing herself. I held her panty at the waist and firmly pulled it down. As soon as her panty came down her thighs, she separated her hands from her chooť. I half-expected her to try to hide her chooť, but because of the aggressive foreplay I had given her last time, she didn't hide her chooť this time. I started looking at Riya's perfect, virgin chooť. Riya's chooť was pink and smooth, and to keep it from getting an evil eye, it was hidden modestly with a patch of soft black hair. Despite having hair on her chooť, I found Riya's chooť attractive. Seeing Riya's chooť, my mouth started watering, and I bent down to claim Riya's chooť.

I brought my mouth near her chooť and blew on it hard. The sudden rush of air coming out of my mouth tickled Riya, making her giggle and tense up. I started kissing her pink chooť. Then with my hands, I opened her chooť lips and stared at the moist entrance. Then I cleaned her chooť with my tongue, and then I put my tongue inside her chooť and started fucking her with my tongue, furiously sucking on her chooť. I started sucking on her chooť hard, and Riya started lifting her hips, pressing her chooť desperately onto my mouth. I kept my tongue deep inside her chooť. Her chooť was very wet from the inside. I started fucking her with my tongue until, in a sudden, powerful spasm, she came again. I instantly drank all her cum. In two days, I had gotten to drink the cum of another virgin chooť.

Then I quickly took off my clothes. And I gave my lunď to Riya's hand, letting her hold it for a moment. I guided Riya's hand, starting to move my lunď up and down. Since it was the first lunď in Riya's life, I decided not to ask her to suck it. That's why I had to proceed to put it directly in her chooť without passing it through her mouth. I made my lunď slippery with my spit and positioned my lunď on the hole of her chooť. And I let my lunď kiss her chooť for a long while, rubbing her chooť with the head of my lunď. Then I started rubbing my lunď right on the line of her chooť entrance. Then, I pressed my lunď on the hole of her chooť and gave a slight, controlled thrust. Only the half of my glans went inside. I knew I had to proceed very carefully now. I put slightly more force on my lunď until the entire glans was inside her chooť. As soon as the glans went into her chooť, Riya screamed, a high-pitched cry. She pushed against my chest and pleaded, "It hurts me! Take it out!"

Only the head had gone inside, but the whole shaft of my lunď was aching to go inside her tight chooť. I immediately put my lips on Riya's lips and started sucking on them hard, so she wouldn't scream and wouldn't feel the sharp edge of the pain. After sucking on her lips for a while, when I felt that her panic had decreased, I gave a very hard, forceful thrust. This time, half of the lunď went deep into her chooť. When the lunď went inside, I felt something wet and slightly sticky on my shaft. It was her seal breaking. The blood from the chooť started flowing out over the lunď. There was blood immediately on the bedsheet, and a stream of blood was coming out of her chooť. I quickly took my lunď out and saw that there was a lot of blood on my lunď. And there was also blood glistening on Riya's chooť.

Tears were streaming from Riya's eyes now. Riya started crying desperately and wailed, "It hurts so much! Take it out! I don't want to do this anymore!" I remembered Madam's precise words: *If it hurts, tell her that the worst pain that had to happen is over. Now she will only get pleasure.* I repeated the lesson to her. 

I told her that all the pain that had to happen has already happened. "Now, Riya, you will only get pleasure. There will be only a small pain for a short while more." She agreed with great difficulty, breathing hard. From how much she was refusing, it seemed that if I put the whole lunď inside now, she would push me off and run away from here naked. That's why I had to fuck Riya with only half of my lunď for a while longer. My mission now was to reduce her pain and increase her pleasure. I started fucking Riya with the half-lund entry. She was feeling pain in the first 10-12 thrusts, but as the fucking progressed, Riya's pain was decreasing, and she was getting more and more pleasure.

Riya started moaning very soon, her sounds of distress turning into sounds of mounting pleasure. She was just moaning, she wasn't screaming or cursing like Rati. I was fucking Riya in one steady, simple missionary position, and this stability was good for me.

After fucking Riya's chooť for about five minutes, I felt her inner muscles tighten—Riya was about to climax again. I knew it was time to put the whole lunď in now. I drove the whole lunď inside her in one sudden, powerful surge. As soon as the lunď went fully inside, Riya's chooť instantly released a flood of water. Because the water came out and lubricated her deeply, Riya didn't feel much pain. Whatever minor pain she felt, I quickly finished it and started running my Rajdhani Express—my fast, powerful thrusts. Riya instantly understood what the immense pleasure of a full lunď felt like. Riya was taking the lunď into her chooť by lifting her hips and jumping to meet my rhythm. Thrusts were being delivered and loud, rhythmic sounds were coming out of her mouth. Whenever she was about to climax, she would push her hands against my hips and tell me to thrust harder. I would comply, pushing harder and deeper. In this way, I was fucking Riya by thrusting slowly, sometimes long, and sometimes hard. I kept fucking Riya for 20 continuous minutes. Riya had already climaxed five times in this one hour of foreplay and fuck. After putting my cum deep inside Riya's chooť, I fell heavily on top of her, completely drained. 

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## Update 114: The New Fire (Avi and Riya)

After a while, the immediate physical exhaustion subsided, and we both became normal, lying side by side on Mala's bed.

"So, how was your very first wedding night, Riya?" I asked, turning to face her.

"It was pain mixed with pleasure, blood mixed with water, and a new girl merged with a new boy," Riya replied, her voice soft and reflective.

"Wow, you're already writing poetry after just one fucking session," I teased, reaching out to stroke her hip.

Riya smiled, a radiant, satisfied expression. "Mona had completely ruined my mind all morning by telling me every detail of her wedding night. She lit a spark in my stomach. Then you came along and immediately poured oil onto it. The fire had to happen, Avi."

"The wrong kind of fire has been lit now," I said, my voice turning possessive. "A fire in your chooť that will keep you burning."

"And will you not quench my fire now that you've started it?" she asked, leaning closer, her eyes glittering.

"The fire has to be quenched from both sides now, Riya," I replied, giving her a pointed look.

"What do you mean by both sides?" Riya asked, looking confused.

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I gave Riya's ass a firm, open-handed slap that made her jump. "Do you understand now?" I asked, grinning.

"Now you want to fuck my ganď?" she asked, rubbing the sting from her cheek.

"I have to. It's the next step," I confirmed, nodding decisively.

"Why, Avi? Is it really necessary to fuck my ganď as well?" she asked, her voice unsure.

"I got the chooť because of the initial contact with the ass during the worship," I reasoned, pulling her closer. "So, it's only fair that the ganď also gets to enjoy the immense pleasure."

Riya burst out laughing, hitting my chest softly. "We'll see about that. My chooť is hurting too much right now."

"The fun has only just begun for you, Riya. Just wait and see how much fun you'll have later with my lunď," I promised, my eyes intense.

"We'll see when we get time and when the pain goes away," Riya said, suddenly becoming serious. "I can't risk doing this every day, Avi."

"Okay. But do it soon, Riya. I'll be waiting," I said, accepting her condition.

"Come on, it's already been an hour. We need to go," Riya said, pushing herself up from the bed.

"Yes, let's go," I agreed, watching her move.

Riya got up from the bed and started going to the bathroom. While walking, her ass started moving up and down as she staggered slightly from the intense fucking she'd just endured. *I have to fuck Riya's ganď soon,* I thought, the determination solidifying. After Riya, I went to the bathroom to clean myself. By the time I came back from the bathroom, Riya had already put on her clothes and, importantly, had changed the blood-stained bedsheet, hiding the evidence. I left the house first, and Riya came out shortly afterward. I headed to Mona's house, and Riya said she would go home and rest, needing time to recover.

It was evening now. I arrived at Mona's new house. Everyone was sitting outside and talking about the wedding. On the other side, Mona's husband and Mona's brother were sitting and talking privately. I also went and sat with them.

"It was so much fun yesterday, man. I was fucking all night," Mona's husband boasted, unable to contain his pride.

"Now you're going to have so much fun and joy. I, however, have to find someone else now that Mona is gone," Mona's brother said with a sigh. He then looked at me. "Hey, Avi, when did you come and sit down?" he asked, startled.

"I just came. Don't worry, I missed the important part," I said, noting how they both instantly stopped talking about sex as soon as I joined them. After talking about random village things for a while, I came home.

The whole week had been wasted on the wedding festivities, but I knew I could never forget the intense sexual experience I got from Mona's wedding week. I thought I would fuck Mona's ganď at her wedding, but I didn't get her. I got Riya instead, and she was a far more satisfying conquest. Now I had to plan when I would get to fuck Riya's ganď. I knew I couldn't go to Mala's house again now that Riya's family owned it; it was too risky if someone saw me there. *I had to find another safe place for our sessions.* As for Mona, I'll get her someday, when she visits the village again.

When I finally came home, I went straight to Meena Chachi and told her everything that had happened with Riya. Now, it had become an absolute habit to tell Meena Chachi everything about my sexual adventures. Chachi didn't say anything critical to me, but there was a deep, visible happiness on her face after hearing my story.

*(Meena Chachi's internal thoughts: It's good that Avi forgot Mala so quickly and completely. The hatred worked! And he has started his new life again. This Riya girl will keep him busy now. I can rest easy.)*

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## Update 115: Fields of Opportunity (Avi & Kamala kaki - Mona's mother-in-law)

Mona's wedding was finally over. I felt that I had gained a lot and lost a lot during the entire affair. I hadn't managed to fuck Mona's ganď, which was a lingering frustration, but I was now eagerly waiting for my chance to fuck Riya's ganď. I wasn't finding any appropriate place to fuck Riya's ganď where we would be completely safe and unobserved. Mona's brother had once vaguely suggested he would teach me how to have fun, but I didn't need Mona's brother's clumsy help anymore to explore my desires. That's why I stopped actively seeking out Mona's brother. It was only the middle of April. This meant the summer vacations had just begun a month ago, and I had plenty of time.

I immediately changed my daily timetable. After exercising in the morning, I started roaming around the village, socializing. Then, after lunch, I would go to Pooja Bua's house or Neha Bua's house or Neeta Bua's house in the afternoon to play cards or simply spend time. I made sure to go to each Bua's house on a rotational basis. Komal started liking my company again, and we started enjoying ourselves together, our friendship regaining its old warmth.

Then, at 5:00 PM in the evening, I would go to the fields with Chacha, and then at 7:00 PM, I would come back home with Chacha. After 7:00 PM, I would sit and talk with my Chachis until 11:00 PM at night, when I would go to sleep. I would wake up at 6:00 AM in the morning and exercise, keeping my new routine solid. I still found time to fuck Rati sometimes in between, but I haven't fucked her ganď yet. I knew I couldn't fuck her ganď at home. Rati had been fucked in the ganď before, but still, it would hurt her, and she would undoubtedly let out a painful scream as soon as my lunď went into her ganď. If anyone heard her scream at home, it would be a major problem.

I realized there was only one solution to this pressing problem, and that was Meena Chachi. I told Meena Chachi one afternoon that I urgently wanted to fuck Rati's ganď.

Meena Chachi looked at me, a mischievous light in her eyes, and started laughing softly. "Okay, Avi. Tomorrow, I'll take Didi (Suman Chachi) to Pooja Bua's house, and then you can do it without worry," she agreed. But I then reminded her that I went to Bua's house myself in the afternoon to play. "If I don't go, then Raj and Komal will probably come here to find me." Meena Chachi reassured me, saying she would tell Raj and Komal that I had a bad headache and was sleeping soundly. After getting the logistics sorted out with Meena Chachi, I went to the fields to meet Chacha at 5:00 PM.

At this time of day, most people usually come home from the fields, finishing their work. But because of the severe heat during the day, many had started working in the fields primarily in the cooler evening hours. Only those who had a continuous water supply in their fields were able to farm during the summer. Chacha had 15 hectares of land in total. Out of that, 5 hectares had mature mango trees. Another 5 hectares ran entirely on rainwater, and the remaining 5 hectares had a functional well, which allowed us to farm in the summers. Out of the total 15 hectares, 5 hectares technically belonged to my father, but after his death, they were with Chacha. Another 5 hectares were in Dadaji's name, which Chacha also looked after.

There was a small, brick house built in the fields that had two compact rooms. The rooms were tiny, containing only a simple cot for sleeping and resting. Chacha himself didn't do any manual work; he just used to sit on the cot and supervise the laborers' work. Chacha would go to the city to sell mangoes every two days. During those times, I would be in charge of looking after the fields. Chacha would leave in the afternoon and come straight home in the evening. I would go to the fields, break some fresh mangoes, and the next day I would enjoy them with Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena. I also started genuinely liking the routine of going to the fields. Sometimes Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena would also come with me to the fields to help break mangoes, joining me once every three days.

The mango fields were thick and dense, almost like a small jungle. If you went even a little way inside the orchard, you couldn't see anything from the outside. The women who worked as laborers in the fields would often go into the mango groves to use the bathroom for privacy. I would sometimes spend my time in the deep mango orchard and sometimes near the well where the pump was located. In just three days, I had made a good acquaintance with almost all the women who worked as laborers. At least 20 women used to work in the fields daily. Out of them, about 15 women usually worked inside the mango orchard.

I realized Mona's mother-in-law also used to work in our fields, specifically in the mango orchard. It had been only a week since Mona's wedding. Mona herself had suggested going to the fields with her mother-in-law to work, but her mother-in-law had firmly refused. Mona hadn't come to the fields yet, thankfully. In just three days, I had made a good, playful friendship with Mona's mother-in-law. Whenever I met her, she would get visibly happy and greet me warmly. There was one particularly good thing about her body, and that was her ganď. Whenever I talked to her, I would make sure to playfully touch her ganď once or twice, using the excuse of passing by. Mona's mother-in-law was about 45 years old. There was no other woman in the village with an ass like hers. *Anyone who saw her ganď once would instantly decide to fuck her ganď before fucking her chooť.* 

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## Update 116: The Allure of Kamala Kaki (Avi & Kamala Kaki)

After talking with Meena Chachi about fucking Rati's ganď yesterday, I went toward the fields in the evening as usual. Chacha was doing his accounts in the small house built in the fields. I sat with Chacha for a while, making small talk, and then I stood up, pretending to stretch. I started walking around the vast fields. As I was walking, my steps naturally led me into the mango orchard. Both women and men were working diligently among the trees. I walked up to them and started talking, showing interest in their progress. Mona's mother-in-law was also there; her name was Kamala. I walked over and started a conversation with her.

"How are you, Kaki?" I asked Kamala, using the respectful term for a woman her age.

Kamala smiled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "I'm fine, Avi. When did you come out to the fields?"

I had been to Mona's new house several times for the wedding ceremonies, so I had quickly become familiar with Kamala Kaki. And since I was the owner's nephew, effectively representing the boss, Kaki spoke to me politely and with deference.

"I just came. I thought," I paused, letting my eyes glance meaningfully at her breasts, "I'd pick some mangoes before heading back home."

"Do you like our mangoes that much?" Kamala asked, chuckling softly.

"Yes, but the ones right here look a little raw still," I observed.

"There are some perfectly ripe mangoes on the far side of the fields. Go and pick them there; the tree is loaded," Kamala suggested.

"Now, in such a big field, Kaki, how will I ever find that specific tree with the ripe mangoes?" I asked, feigning helplessness.

"Don't worry, I'll show you. Come with me," Kamala said, laying her tools down.

I immediately started walking with Kamala Kaki. Kamala Kaki was walking in front, leading the way, and I was walking directly behind her. While walking, I fixed my gaze on Kamala Kaki's ass and started enjoying the sight of it shaking and swaying with every step she took. Kaki's ass was perfectly round and plump, filling out her clothes beautifully. *Anyone who saw Kaki's ganď once would instantly be consumed by the thought of fucking it at least once.*

After walking for a while, we came to the other side of the fields, where the mango trees grew even denser. There were only the two of us on this side of the orchard now. Kaki stopped and pointed out the tree with the ripe mangoes. I quickly climbed the tree and started picking the fruit. The mangoes weren't *completely* ripe, but they were certainly good enough. I picked the mangoes and started dropping them to Kamala Kaki below. In a short while, I had picked enough mangoes for my family and friends.

I looked down to hand the last mango to Kaki. When I looked down, Kaki wasn't standing there. *I thought she was here just a moment ago, so where did she suddenly go?* The trees were very dense in this part of the orchard, so I couldn't see Kaki anywhere through the leaves. After a brief pause, Kaki emerged from behind a thick tree trunk and walked back toward me.

"Kaki, where did you go? I was getting worried here, thinking you'd left me," I called down from the tree.

"Nowhere, beta. I just went behind that tree to pee," Kamala replied simply.

"You could have just told me you needed to go," I said, climbing down with the sack of mangoes.

Changing the subject and dusting her hands off, "Avi, did you pick enough mangoes?" Kamala asked.

"Yes, I did. Let's go now, Kaki," I said, tying the sack closed.

"Let's just rest for a while, beta. I'm very tired," Kamala said, sinking onto the grass beneath the shade of the tree.

"Okay," I agreed instantly, setting the sack down.

We sat under the tree together and started resting.

"Kaki, you should seriously think about stopping this manual labor now," I suggested, looking concerned.

"Why, beta?" Kamala asked, fanning herself with a leaf.

"You get tired so quickly. How will you keep working like this every day?" I pressed.

"What can I do, beta? I have to do it. If I don't work and earn money, how will my family run?" Kamala sighed, looking distressed.

"But you get tired so quickly," I repeated, shaking my head.

"When my son got married to Mona, I thought my daughter-in-law would take over the housework. But she doesn't do anything; she just sits all day and expects to be served. I have to do all the housework too. That's why I get tired quickly, working here and at home," Kamala explained sadly.

"Why don't you do one thing, Kaki? Bring your daughter-in-law, Mona, to the fields with you. She'll help you here with the work. And she'll also get paid," I suggested, planting a seed of opportunity.

"She won't agree to work here either, Avi," Kamala said skeptically.

"Tell her that she can keep all the money she earns from the fields for herself. She'll definitely agree to that," I advised.

"That's a good idea. We'll try this too," Kamala agreed, nodding her head slowly.

Kamala finally stood up. "Come on, Avi, let's go now. It's getting late."

"Yes, let's go." *(Internal thought: If Mona agrees to this, I'll pluck her chooť's mangoes in this very orchard, in this isolation.)*

We came back to the fields where the other women were working. Then in the evening, I came home with Chacha, my thoughts already planning the next move. 

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## Update 117: Stall Pleasure (Avi and Riya)

The next day, I woke up in the morning and immediately started my exercise routine. I kept reminding myself that I had to fuck Rati's ganď today. Thinking this, I started exercising harder, pouring all my stored sexual energy into the workout. After exercising, I went out for my usual walk in the village. As I was walking around, I ran into Riya.

"Where are you hiding these days, Avi? You're not visible anywhere in the village," Riya asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot lightly.

"How will I be visible? I'm living inside your heart," I replied smoothly, giving her a quick wink.

"Yeah, I know where you really live. Don't flatter me too much," Riya countered, rolling her eyes but smiling wide.

"I'm actually telling you the truth," I insisted, moving closer to her space.

"Leave it. I'm meeting you today, a whole week after that day," Riya said, gesturing to the air between us impatiently.

"I was waiting for the right, safe time and place," I explained, holding her gaze.

"You just keep waiting. It doesn't matter that I'm dying of thirst here," Riya complained, fanning her face with her hand.

"I have a cure for that dying thirst, but I'm not finding a secure place to administer the curing session. By the way, what are you doing out here right now?" I asked, scanning the road quickly.

"I was actually coming to find you," Riya admitted, dropping her voice to a low murmur.

"For what purpose?" I asked, my heart immediately picking up pace, feeling a sudden rush of heat.

"My mother and father have gone to the fields for the day. Today, my mother also went with my father. I'm alone at home with my Dadiji (Grandmother). I thought I'd call you over," Riya said, looking excited.

*(I got happy hearing this. Today's day has brought double the fun! I have Riya now and Rati later!)* "Then let's go to your house quickly, right now," I urged, reaching for her arm.

Riya immediately pulled back, snatching her arm away. "Not in the house," she whispered fiercely, eyes darting everywhere.

"Then where can we go?" I asked, looking frustrated, my shoulders slumping slightly.

"Come to the old stable behind my house after 20 minutes. I'll handle Dadiji and make sure she's settled until then," Riya instructed, her voice quick and firm.

"Let's go then. I'll head over now," I agreed, nodding my head once.

"Okay, I'm going home. You wait for me there until I arrive," Riya said, and she rushed off, pulling her saree tight.

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Riya disappeared toward her house. I walked briskly to the stable behind her house and started waiting for her. *Today's day has brought guaranteed fun. I got Riya and Rati today,* I thought, feeling a powerful rush of anticipation. After a short wait, Riya came hurrying to the stable. She went to a place inside the stable where the hay bales were stacked high. No one could see us from the entrance there.

I immediately started kissing Riya hard. The distance of a week was evident from her desperate kiss; she was starving for me. Along with kissing, I started pressing her breasts over her clothes. Riya had come fully prepared for action. I felt the softness immediately: she wasn't wearing a bra under her kameez. I started pulling off her kameez, but Riya stopped me, grabbing my wrist.

"Don't take off the clothes, Avi! If someone comes, it'll be a serious problem. Do it over the clothes like this," Riya said, her voice tight with panic.

"Okay," I agreed, nodding, realizing her caution was entirely right.

"Do it quickly. Dadiji can call me back anytime," Riya urged, pushing against my chest, desperate for speed.

*(Here we go again. I won't get the ganď today either. It has to be quick.)* I quickly unzipped my pants and lowered them to my ankles. Riya also grabbed her salwar at the waist and lowered it to her knees. She wasn't wearing a panty either. Riya then quickly turned around, turning her face to the side, and bent over, supporting herself on her hands against a low wall.

I reached for her head. "Look at this, Riya," I instructed, gently guiding her face to look down at my erect lunď.

She blinked, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of my hard flesh. "What?" she asked, her voice hushed, pulling back slightly in confusion.

"Kiss it first," I commanded, tapping my lunď gently. "Just kiss it for me, quickly."

Riya hesitated, her face showing a small flicker of distaste. "No, Avi. Please, not with my mouth," she pleaded, trying to twist away.

I held her firm. "Just the head, Riya. Just a small kiss," I insisted, pressing the tip of my lunď against her soft lips.

She winced slightly from the initial, firm contact, but then, with a deep breath, she opened her mouth a fraction and let the tip of my lunď graze her lips. "Like this?" she whispered, looking up at me nervously.

"Now kiss it," I urged, my voice low and demanding.

She bent her head forward and gave the head of my lunď a quick, timid kiss. It was dry and hesitant.

"That's not a kiss, Riya. Kiss it properly," I corrected her. "Like you want it. Take it inside your mouth, slowly."

Her resistance broke as the need for speed and pleasure took over. She nodded once, then opened her mouth wider and put the head of my lunď between her lips. Her tongue shyly explored the tip.

"Deeper, Riya," I coached, my breath catching. "Suck it deep."

She closed her eyes, and slowly, she drew my lunď deeper into her hot, wet mouth. Her lips sealed around the shaft, and she started moving her head back and forth gently, finding a rhythm. The warmth of her mouth instantly felt incredible, a deep, pulling suction. The memory of the time limit vanished completely. I leaned back against the wall and rested my hands on her head. I started guiding her pace, slowing her down, then increasing the depth. I was lost in the sensation of her mouth working on my lunď. She didn't complain again; she just focused on sucking, her cheeks pulling in with effort. I kept her sucking my lunď for ten continuous minutes, letting the desperate hunger build inside me. The saliva she was generating made my lunď thoroughly slippery.

Finally, I pulled my lunď out of her mouth, my groin aching from the long tease. "That's enough, Riya. Now, get ready," I panted, my eyes dark with need.

Riya immediately turned around, turning her face to the side, and bent over, supporting herself on her hands against the low wall. I positioned my now dripping lunď on her chooť. "I'm going to thrust now," I told Riya quietly. She nodded her head in a frantic 'yes.' I gave one hard thrust, and half of the lunď went deep into Riya's chooť.

This time, she made only a sharp, muffled sound of pain into her arm. It was pure luck that Riya's sharp gasp and the loud mooing of a cow happened at the exact same moment, completely drowning out her noise.

I had only fucked Riya once a week ago. Her chooť hadn't had time to get fully wet, even with the oral foreplay, because the internal tissues were still tight. That's why she had cried out. I immediately started moving the half-lunď back and forth, shallow and fast. I kept fucking Riya's chooť with half a lunď for five minutes. After a short while, Riya released a gush of water. After the water came out, her chooť was thoroughly wet and hot.

I gave another thrust and shoved the whole lunď inside. Riya didn't feel much pain this time, now that she was wet. As soon as the lunď went inside, I started thrusting with full power. The loud sound of 'pat-pat' was echoing in the stable. All the cows in the stable were looking at us, their large, calm eyes following our movements. I felt a surge of dominance. *The cows are watching our fucking and imagining me as a bull and Riya as a cow, waiting for their turn to come,* I thought, pushing harder. Riya was now complaining that her back was hurting from staying bent over in that one position.

"My back is hurting!" Riya cried out, shifting her weight slightly and trying to arch her spine.

I quickly laid Riya on her back on the clean hay and grass. Then I started fucking her chooť in the missionary position. Riya was moaning loudly and taking the lunď into her chooť by jumping her ass up to meet my thrusts. The more Riya was jumping and taking the lunď into her chooť in pleasure, the more I was increasing my speed and doubling her pleasure. Riya's chooť was releasing water after water, one climax after another. But my cum wasn't taking the name of coming out yet; I was holding back, giving Riya full, unrestrained pleasure. She was taking a full tour of heaven with her eyes closed. I was also having full fun and was making Riya's chooť a complete, slippery mess.

Now I couldn't stop myself for much longer. I increased my speed one last time, making my thrusts hard and shallow. And I put my cum deep inside Riya's chooť, a hot rush of release. After 30 minutes of hard fuck. I put my hot cum in her chooť, which made her collapse in happy exhaustion. When she looked down at the mess on her salwar, the color of her face instantly changed to alarm.

"What happened, Riya?" I asked, breathing hard, pulling my lunď out.

"Why did you put the water inside again?" Riya asked, her voice high and thin with fear, sitting bolt upright.

"I honestly didn't even realize it in the heat and passion of the moment," I said, trying to calm myself while catching my breath.

"Last time also you put it inside, but I was lucky and safe. But I'm not safe now. What if I get pregnant?" Riya insisted, tears welling up in her eyes, looking truly scared.

"Don't be scared, Riya. Nothing will happen, I promise," I said, sitting up and reaching for her hand.

"What difference does it make to you, Avi? I'm the one who'll be shamed and defamed in the village," Riya cried, pulling her salwar up quickly.

"I'll bring you a pill to stop the pregnancy tomorrow morning, first thing," I said, reaching for my own pants and pulling them up.

"Will taking a pill actually work?" Riya asked, looking at me with desperate hope, her breathing slowing slightly.

"Yes. By taking that pill, you absolutely won't get pregnant," I assured her confidently, zipping my pants.

"Really?" she asked, her breathing almost normal now.

"Yes. Do you think I'll just sit back and let you get defamed because of me?" I said, giving her a firm, reassuring look.

Riya immediately hugged me after hearing my assurance, burying her face in my shoulder. Then she quickly put on the rest of her clothes and rushed out, saying that she would see me tomorrow. I also quickly put on my clothes and came back to my house, planning my trip to the city to get the pill.

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## Update 118: Rati's Torn Ganď (Avi and Rati)

After fucking Riya in the stable, I came straight home. I ate food, went to my room, and fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the morning's intense activity. In the afternoon, Meena Chachi gently woke me up.

"Avi, get up quickly," Meena Chachi urged, shaking my shoulder lightly.

"What happened, Chachi?" I mumbled, still half-asleep, rubbing my eyes.

"Have you forgotten our plan?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice low and knowing.

"What plan?" I asked, sitting up suddenly.

"Rati," Meena Chachi reminded me with a specific look in her eyes.

Hearing Rati's name snapped me awake. "You haven't gone to Bua's house yet?" I asked, scrambling out of bed, feeling the sudden rush of energy.

"I'm just about to go. But tell me one thing, why did you sleep so deeply this afternoon?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that. I fucked Riya in the stable this morning. That's why I passed out so quickly," I confessed, stretching my arms high above my head.

"You're certainly having a lot of fun these days," Meena Chachi observed, shaking her head playfully and smiling.

"It's all thanks to you for removing my guilt," I said, giving her a grateful look.

A voice called from the hall. "Meena, we have to go, don't we? We'll be late for Pooja's house," Suman Chachi called out, her voice loud.

"Yes, Didi, I'm coming right now," Meena Chachi called back, then turned to me. "We're going now. Take care of everything here, especially Rati."

"Okay, Chachi," I confirmed with a smirk, feeling the heat rise in my groin.

Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi left for Bua's house. I quietly closed and bolted the main gate. Rati was making tea for me in the kitchen, completely unaware. I stripped off all my clothes in the room. I went to my bedside drawer and took out a condom, rolling it onto my lunď. Without making any noise, I crept toward Rati. She was busy making tea in the kitchen, her back to the door. She didn't realize that I was standing naked behind her. I moved slowly, right up to her back. And in one sudden, powerful jerk, I pulled down Rati's salwar. Her panty, which was tied to the salwar string, also came off in the same motion. The string of the salwar was knotted tightly, which caused Rati a sharp, surprising pain as the fabric ripped away. The salwar came off, revealing her bare, round ass.

Rati flinched and was flustered by my sudden, aggressive attack. She immediately looked back over her shoulder. Seeing me completely naked and hard, she was shocked for an instant, then she understood exactly what I was going to do. Rati quickly normalized herself and immediately knelt down in the kitchen. She reached for my lunď, took the condom off with a quick pull, and instantly took my lunď into her mouth, starting to suck it aggressively. I got into a full state of *josh* (passion) from Rati's powerful sucking.

Rati was sucking my lunď like a hungry lioness who hadn't eaten in days. She was trying to take the whole lunď in her mouth at once and then sucking the shaft down with rhythmic gulps. Rati would sometimes take the whole lunď in her mouth and sometimes suck intensely on my balls. From her sucking my lunď like this, I was quickly elevated to a passionate state. I gripped Rati's head and started thrusting my lunď into her mouth. I kept fucking Rati's mouth for a good while, letting the friction build. She kept sucking my lunď for two minutes, fully consuming it. Then Rati pulled my lunď out. I had no intention of wasting time sucking on her lips or chooť. My only goal today was to absolutely tear Rati's ganď open.

I scooped up Rati and carried her to my room. As I walked, she threw the condom I had put on the floor away with her foot. I was not going to fuck Rati's ganď without using a condom. I took another condom out of my pocket and quickly rolled it onto my lunď. I positioned the head of my lunď on Rati's chooť hole and, without foreplay, gave one hard jerk, putting it all the way in and starting hard thrusts. My lunď went into Rati's dry chooť, and at once, she let out a loud, painful scream. Even after she screamed, I didn't stop, but I kept thrusting into her chooť until she found a rhythm. After a while, Rati was enjoying the fucking like a seasoned prostitute, her pleasure overcoming her pain. Rati came in five minutes, her hips bucking against mine.

After she climaxed, I took my lunď out. I quickly made Rati position herself on her hands and knees like a mare. She thought that I would fuck her chooť from behind. But she was wrong.

I pressed my lunď on the hole of her ganď and gave a hard, focused hit. Half of the lunď went deep into Rati's ganď. A loud, piercing scream escaped from Rati's mouth. I didn't care about her scream; I simply stopped my movement, leaving the lunď half-inside. Rati quickly controlled herself, biting her lip hard.

*Rati was getting her ganď fucked after almost nine months, so the pain would be intense.*

I put the whole lunď in with the second powerful jerk. She screamed again, this time a raw, guttural sound that tore from her chest. She immediately pulled up her kameez and stuffed the fabric into her mouth to muffle the sound. As soon as she put the kameez in her mouth, I started thrusting with full force instead of stopping.

My heart hammered against my ribs, fueling the brutal effort. The tight grip of her muscles felt like fire on my lunď. I could feel the thin, stretched tissue resisting every inch of my body's weight. My muscles bunched and released with every deep, fast push. The smell of dust and sweat filled the air, mixing with the sharp scent of clean body heat.

I was having the time of my life fucking her ganď. Rati's chooť had become a bit loose from continuous use, but her ganď was still tight and perfect. So I started fucking Rati's ganď with full, unrestrained passion. I started giving hard, fast thrusts. The bed started shaking violently with every thrust, a loud, jarring sound. The sound of the bed shaking and the fucking was echoing loudly in the room. Rati had become my willing whore. I could fuck her whenever I wanted, however I wanted.

As the speed of my thrusts was increasing, Rati was screaming into the cloth and abusing me at the same time, the words muffled but clear in their intent. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me harder, tear my ganď," she yelled into the cloth, her back arching. "You've already made my chooť a mess; now tear my ganď too." Hearing Rati's abuses, I increased my speed further, pushing my hips forward violently. "Aaaahhh, Maa, yes, fuck me like this, you bastard. Is this all the strength you have, you son of a bitch? Fuck me, fuck me harder, tear my ganď completely," she demanded, her voice muffled but pleading for more pain and pleasure.

"Fuck me, you bastard, you were putting so much strength when you were banging me. What happened now? Fuck me, tear my ganď completely. Harder, tear it completely, so it doesn't hurt the next time it takes a lunď," she continued to abuse me, her tone one of desperate craving.

"Aaaahhh, don't stop, just keep thrusting and tearing my ganď. You bastard, if you want to become a successful bastard, first tear my ganď completely!" Hearing Rati's constant demands to tear her ganď, I started thrusting with the intention of tearing it to shreds. Because I had fucked Riya in the morning, I kept fucking Rati's ganď for a longer time, fully emptying myself of desire.

After 30 minutes of brutal fuck, all my energy was gone. I pulled the lunď out of her ganď sharply. I quickly removed the condom and threw it onto the floor. I grabbed my lunď and angled it toward Rati's face. The sheer exhaustion made my cum surge out of me in a thick, pulsating rush. It splattered across her face, neck, and chest, warm and slick. Then I took my lunď and roughly smeared the thick, white cum all over her body, covering her stomach and chest. Rati collapsed in happy exhaustion, her body spent after the brutal fucking.

I came out of the bathroom, put on my clothes that were in the hall, and came back to my room. Rati was still lying naked and exhausted on the bed, her face turned toward the wall, coated in my cum. As soon as I went into the room, someone started knocking loudly on the house gate. The high-pitched voice of the neighboring Kaki was calling out from outside.

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## Update 119: The Smell of Burnt Tea (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I thought maybe the neighboring Kaki had heard Rati's final screams of pleasure and pain when I tore her ganď. I quickly told Rati to stay quiet and hidden in the room, pointing to the bed. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and quickly went to open the gate. The neighboring Kaki was standing in front of the gate, looking impatient, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"I've been calling and knocking for so long. Were you sleeping so soundly?" the Kaki asked, peering past me into the house.

"Yes, I fell into a deep sleep right after lunch," I lied smoothly, forcing a yawn.

"Where is your Chachi (Suman Chachi)? And is anyone else in the house, or are you completely alone?" the Kaki inquired further, her gaze suspicious, trying to see the hall.

"Chachi and Meena Chachi have gone to Bua's house. I'm totally alone in the house right now. Did you need something urgent?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and concerned.

"No. There's a strong smell of something burning coming from your kitchen. I came over just to tell you this," the Kaki said, wrinkling her nose and fanning the air.

"Oh, I'll go see what it is right away," I said, putting a hand to my chest in sudden alarm.

"You go check on it. I'm leaving now," the Kaki said, and she turned and walked away quickly.

I quickly closed the gate and rushed into the kitchen. The powerful, acrid smell of something burning was spread all over the kitchen, thick in the air, stinging my nose. There was a pot of tea still sitting on the gas burner. The tea in the pot had completely boiled down and burned black onto the bottom of the vessel. I immediately turned off the gas with a snap.

I went back to my room, picked up Rati's salwar and panty, and handed them to her. Rati quickly composed herself and put on her clothes, her movements shaky. She walked into the kitchen. When Rati looked at the gas burner and the burnt pot, her face instantly filled with worry, realizing the near disaster. But she composed herself quickly, went near the stove, and started assessing the damage. I didn't wait around. I went back to the room and fell back into a deep, heavy sleep, the adrenaline finally crashing.

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After two hours of unconscious rest, Meena Chachi woke me up, shaking my shoulder firmly.

"Avi, how many times do I have to tell you to use your brain while fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her voice stern and tight.

"What did I do wrong this time, Chachi?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, feeling slow.

"Now you're asking me what you did? You nearly set the house on fire!" Meena Chachi exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"If you don't tell me what happened, how am I supposed to know?" I countered, feeling confused and defensive.

"You were so blind in your passion that you forgot the tea on the stove and would have burned down the whole house today! Rati and you were completely oblivious in your frenzy," Meena Chachi scolded, her voice sharp.

"That happened by mistake, Chachi. It was an accident," I insisted, sinking back onto the pillows slightly.

"How long will you keep making such major mistakes that threaten to expose us all?" Meena Chachi asked, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.

"Just forgive me this one time, Chachi. I promise I won't do it again," I pleaded, giving her my best earnest look, my hands clasped together.

"Okay. I've forgiven the burnt tea mistake, but what about the second mistake you made today?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes narrowing and her expression hardening again.

"Second mistake?" I asked, genuinely racking my brain, my brow furrowed.

"Yes, the second mistake," Meena Chachi confirmed, leaning in closer, her voice dropping.

"I honestly don't remember making a second mistake today, Chachi," I said, completely lost.

"Okay, leave it. You tell me this first: where did you fuck Rati today?" Meena Chachi asked, changing tack abruptly.

"In my room," I replied simply, pointing to the bed.

"Only in the room? Or did you start somewhere else?" Meena Chachi probed, her eyes fixed on me.

"In the kitchen and then finished in the room," I corrected myself quickly, realizing my lie.

"Did you use a condom for the whole session?" Meena Chachi asked, crossing her arms, her posture demanding the truth.

"Yes, of course," I said confidently, trying to look honest.

"Where did you put the condom after fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her eyes locked on mine, waiting.

"I threw it out of the window into the back yard," I said, pointing toward the window frame.

"Are you absolutely sure you threw the used condom out of the window?" Meena Chachi insisted, her voice tight.

Meena Chachi slowly held up her hand, her fingers gripping a used, crumpled condom. "Then what is this, Avi?"

My blood ran cold. I immediately started sputtering. "I threw mine away. This is not mine, Chachi!" My denial sounded weak even to my own ears.

"Only you have condoms in this house, Avi. Your Chacha doesn't use condoms. And I found this right there in the kitchen, near the tea mess," Meena Chachi stated flatly, dropping the used condom onto the bedspread.

*She's right. Rati pulled it off when she started sucking.* I put my hand on my head in self-recrimination. "This is mine, Chachi. Rati took it off and threw it on the floor in the kitchen. She wanted to suck my lunď bare, that's why," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper, shame washing over me.

"If Suman Didi had found this used condom on the kitchen floor, do you have any idea what could have happened? The questions, the shame, the punishment?" Meena Chachi lectured, her voice rising in genuine fear and frustration.

"Forgive me, Chachi. It happened by mistake, I swear. It won't happen again. Just forgive me this one time," I begged, leaning forward, grasping her arm.

"I'm telling you one more time to use your brain, Avi. Think clearly. If you keep doing reckless things like this, someone will see you, or find evidence. Then, I won't be able to save you either, and your reputation will be destroyed. While fucking, keep all these things in mind, and *then* fuck," Meena Chachi advised sternly, her grip tightening on my arm.

"Yes, Chachi. It absolutely won't happen again from now on. I will be careful," I promised sincerely, meeting her gaze with all my focus.

"Good. Now go get fresh and put on some clothes. I'll bring you some fresh tea. After drinking tea, go for a walk in the fields and calm your head," Meena Chachi said, finally softening her gaze and exiting the room slowly.

Meena Chachi soon brought me a fresh cup of tea, the aroma a clean contrast to the morning's burnt smell. After drinking it, I left for the fields, the seriousness of my mistakes finally sinking in, my head swirling with the danger I had narrowly avoided.

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