Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 120: An Exchange of Glances (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

I left for the fields, my mind running through the day's events. Fucking Riya in the morning, followed by the intense fuck with Rati—everything felt incredibly good. But Meena Chachi was right. What if Suman Chachi had found that used condom in the kitchen? From now on, I knew I'd have to fuck with everything in mind, planning every detail. I'd have to keep in mind tomorrow morning at the stable that no one sees Riya and me. Every session, no matter how quick, would require sharp awareness. I thought that as long as Meena Chachi was there to watch my back at home, I didn't need to be afraid. But I had to take care of the external fucking myself. Meena Chachi covered the inside, but I had to take care of the outside myself. Now I resolved to do everything only after thinking and understanding the risks clearly.

Thinking like this, I came to the fields and walked over to where Kamala Kaki was working, her saree pulled tight around her waist.

"How are you, Kaki?" I asked, approaching her with a small wave.

"I'm fine, beta. You tell me, what's new and exciting in your life?" Kamala Kaki replied, smiling warmly as she set down a basket.

"Nothing special going on," I said, shrugging my shoulders innocently.

"You've become such a young man, full of energy, and you're still saying you haven't done anything fun," Kamala teased, setting down a basket and wiping sweat from her brow.

"What can I do, Kaki? Whenever I try to do something, everything immediately goes wrong or gets complicated," I said, putting on a worried expression, letting my gaze drift.

"What exactly do you do that everything goes wrong, Avi?" Kamala asked, leaning in, her brow furrowed in genuine curiosity.

"I try to attempt little tasks like that... that one small thing," I said vaguely, letting my eyes drop pointedly to her waist.

"And you can't even manage that one small thing?" Kamala asked, still confused by my words.

"That's exactly what I said, that everything goes wrong when I try," I said, looking defeated, then quickly changing the mood.

Hearing my vague, suggestive talk, Kamala Kaki started laughing heartily, covering her mouth with her saree, her eyes bright. *(My mood was still too preoccupied with Chachi's scolding, otherwise, I would have immediately made a serious move on her.)* "Kaki, the mangoes we picked yesterday were genuinely good," I said, changing the subject back to something safe and exciting.

"I told you yesterday that those mangoes were the best," Kamala confirmed, picking up a rake again.

"Come on, let's go pick mangoes again today," I urged, wanting to get her alone again.

"Why are you telling me to come? I showed you the tree yesterday, so you can go by yourself now," Kamala resisted, pointing toward the path.

"It's just more fun to pick mangoes with someone else for company," I insisted, trying to sound persuasive.

"Go with someone else then," Kamala countered, shaking her head.

"Don't you like my company, Kaki?" I asked, putting on a wounded look, lowering my voice.

"It's not that, beta. I just can't leave my work. Yesterday, my work didn't get done because I left to help you," Kamala explained, looking concerned about her earnings, twisting her fingers nervously.

"Don't worry about that, Kaki. I'll tell Chacha that you were helping me, so it's all okay, right?" I asked, knowing my word was enough to secure her work.

Kamala's face brightened instantly. "Okay, then let's go," she agreed, dropping the rake.

"That's the spirit, Kaki!" I exclaimed, grinning wide.

Just like yesterday, Kamala Kaki was walking in front, taking the path, and I was walking immediately behind her. Today again, we came to the same isolated spot from yesterday. I climbed the tree and immediately started picking mangoes, my eyes scanning the ground for her. After a while, Kamala Kaki suddenly disappeared again from my view below. I quickly came down from the tree, my heart accelerating in sudden anticipation. I started looking for Kamala Kaki. I heard a faint sound from behind a particularly large tree. I cautiously moved to the side of the tree and saw that Kaki was peeing there, squatting low, her skirt pulled up and bunched at her waist. Her face was turned completely the other way.

Taking full advantage of this perfect opportunity, I started gazing intently at Kaki's glorious ganď. My *baburao* (lunď) got hard again instantly after seeing Kaki's firm, exposed ganď. Even after fucking two times today, my *baburao* was saluting Kaki's ganď with rock-hard attention, throbbing heavily. I kept looking at Kaki's ganď for a short, intense while, memorizing the perfect round shape. I didn't have much time; Kaki's peeing could end at any moment. So I quickly retreated to my original spot, adjusting my pants. My lunď was now hard like iron after seeing Kaki's ganď.

I had already had two intense fucking sessions today. If I had played with my lunď and released the cum, it would have taken a lot of time, and by then, Kaki would have returned. She would have found me playing with my lunď in the middle of the field. I didn't want to take any risks today. I didn't have time to play with my lunď. I thought of trying to calm my lunď down by simply peeing. I took my lunď out of my pants and started peeing, aiming at the ground. But because my lunď was hard, I had a difficult time peeing, the pressure intense and slow to release. I finally felt relieved after peeing and closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the release of pressure. After zipping up my pants, I turned around.

Kamala Kaki was standing directly behind me, only a few feet away. Her face had turned bright red, crimson in the heat, and her eyes were darting everywhere but at me. My heart gave a powerful jerk in my chest, and a knot tightened in my gut. I quickly swallowed, feeling the sudden cold sweat on my palms. I just stood still, watching her. As soon as I turned and our eyes met, Kaki immediately started looking here and there, avoiding my gaze completely. *Maybe Kaki saw my lunď when I was peeing, and now she was shy and nervous, avoiding my eyes as soon as she saw me looking at her.*

I didn't pay much attention to the silence. I quickly picked up the mangoes and started walking toward the main area of the fields, needing to get away from the small clearing. Kaki and I were walking silently, the unspoken tension thick between us, like a heavy blanket. I was in front, and Kaki was coming silently behind me, her footsteps fast and deliberate. We quickly came back to the main working area of the fields. Kaki immediately got busy with her work, pulling weeds from the dirt, and I went to Chacha and started talking with him, my mind buzzing with the thrill of our silent, dangerous exchange.

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[Sage_69]

Did Riya get the pill? LoL.

[Kamandalam]

Please update bro

[lee.jae.han]

Please update bro

Busy with work, will update this saturday next 10 chapters

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 121: The Missing Pill and the Mango Plan (Avi and Riya)

After looking at Kamala Kaki's ganď, I started talking with Chacha. Nothing special happened after that. I came home with Chacha in the evening and soon drifted off into my dream world, anticipating the next day.

The next day, I woke up and went directly to Riya's house again. I went straight to the stable behind the house and started waiting for Riya. After a while, Riya came, slipping inside the small enclosure, eyes darting nervously. I quickly looked all around, checking every angle to ensure no one was watching us. As soon as Riya arrived, I pulled her close and started kissing her, hard and fast. While kissing, Riya herself quickly took off her salwar, letting the cloth fall around her ankles. Just like yesterday, she wasn't wearing a panty today either. As soon as her salwar fell, I clung to Riya, my body pressing against hers. By clinging to her, my lunď started knocking desperately on Riya's chooť over my pants. We kept kissing for a while, hungry for contact, and then we stopped, breathing heavily, our mouths sticky.

"Do it quickly, Avi," Riya whispered urgently, looking toward the stable entrance, her eyes wide.

But I was determined to lick Riya's chooť today, needing more than just a quick fuck. I sat down on the hay, pulled her hips forward by the waist, and immediately put my mouth on Riya's chooť. I started sucking and licking her chooť with enthusiasm, my tongue tracing her wet folds. Riya kept saying repeatedly to hurry up, frantically muttering, "Someone might come," her hands gripping my shoulders. I also realized that sucking for too long was not right for the safety of either of us. I stopped sucking her chooť, licking my lips clean. I stood up and started taking off my pants. Riya also quickly turned her ass toward me and bent down, resting her hands on her knees, ready for the action.

*Seeing Riya's exposed ass, the desire to fuck Riya's ganď surged, an intense, almost painful craving. But I knew the time and stable were not the right place for fucking her ganď.* I positioned my lunď on Riya's chooť and thrust it inside in two quick jerks. And I immediately started fucking her chooť.

I genuinely enjoy fucking Riya more than Rati. One, Riya was much younger than Rati, and two, Rati's chooť had become a bit loose from continuous use, which made fucking Riya's tightness much more enjoyable. After fucking Riya hard for 25 minutes, grinding into her with all my strength, I felt my cum approaching rapidly. 

I quickly took my lunď out of her chooť, my body trembling with the effort to stop. My cum had not come out yet; it was just about to burst. I took my lunď out of her chooť and jammed it into Riya's mouth. Riya clearly didn't like sucking on my lunď, trying to pull her head away sharply. But I forcibly held my lunď in her mouth, gripping the back of her head. After thrusting five or six times in her mouth, I released all my cum deep inside Riya's mouth, a thick, hot gush. Riya had no choice but to drink my whole cum. I took the lunď out of her mouth.

Riya spat slightly, her face annoyed, wiping her mouth roughly with the back of her hand. "Why did you do that, Avi?" she asked, glaring at me.

"Why? Didn't you like the taste?" I asked, quickly putting my lunď back into my pants.

"I don't like taking your water into my mouth," Riya said, her voice sharp with anger.

"Yesterday you told me not to put the water inside your chooť because of the risk," I reminded her, zipping up.

"So what? Did I say to put it in my mouth instead?" Riya demanded, fuming, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

"How could I throw away such valuable water onto the hay?" I argued playfully, shrugging my shoulders.

"Was it absolutely necessary to put it in my mouth then?" Riya asked, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"Let it go this time. I won't do this next time, I promise," I conceded with a smile. *(Let me fuck your ganď once at least, then I'll see what I want to do with your mouth.)*

"Okay," Riya conceded with a sigh, dropping her hands.

"By the way, the taste wasn't bad, was it?" I asked, teasing her with a knowing look. And she started laughing suddenly, unable to stay mad, a small giggle escaping her lips.

"Why are you laughing now, Riya?" I asked, smiling myself, surprised by her sudden change in mood.

"Nothing, just like that. It was surprising," Riya said, blushing slightly and avoiding my gaze.

I started finishing putting on my clothes, pulling my shirt down straight.

"You were going to give me the pill today, right?" Riya asked, suddenly remembering and gripping my arm.

"Oh yeah, wait, I'll give it to you now," I said, patting my pocket. But the pill wasn't there. My stomach lurched. Maybe I had put the pill in my other pair of pants at home.

"What happened, Avi?" Riya asked, her face clouding with sudden concern and fear.

"I forgot to bring the pill, Riya," I confessed, shaking my head and feeling a wave of annoyance at myself.

"Forgot? How can you forget... what if I end up being a mother from your carelessness?" Riya said, the panic rising high in her voice, her eyes tearing up.

"Don't worry, I'll go bring it to you right now," I assured her, reaching for her hand and squeezing it.

"Bring it quickly, Avi," Riya pleaded, her voice trembling.

Riya then quickly put on her clothes and rushed home, running out of the stable. I also came out of the stable and walked around the corner toward Riya's house. As I came into view, Riya's mother was also coming from the other side, walking toward her house. I got scared that Riya's mother would ask what I was doing lurking there.

"Avi, listen for a moment," Riya's mother called out to me, stopping on the path.

Composing myself, I walked up to her, forcing a calm smile. "Yes, Kaki?" I asked, trying to look casual.

"Did you come here for some particular work?" she asked, looking at me with curiosity, her eyes scanning my face.

"No, Kaki. I was just walking around the village and happened to come this way," I lied, smiling politely, keeping my hands loose.

Hearing our voices, Riya quickly came out of the house to see what was happening, standing frozen by the door.

"I had some work with you, Avi," Riya's mother said, getting straight to the point, shifting her weight.

"Tell me, Kaki, what work was it? I'll be happy to help," I offered, wanting to wrap up the conversation fast.

"Tomorrow, we are going to my brother's village to visit. So I thought of taking some mangoes for his children as a gift," Riya's mother explained, pointing to her basket.

"That's a very good thought, Kaki," I agreed with a nod.

"Can you give me some mangoes from your fields? I'll make sure to give you the money for them," Riya's mother said, ready to reach into her pocket.

"Forget the money, Kaki. You just send Riya to the fields in the afternoon, and I'll give her the best ones," I said, seizing the perfect opportunity, my heart racing.

"No, I have to take the money in exchange for the mangoes," Riya's mother insisted, upholding village etiquette firmly.

"In exchange for the money, just give me a cup of hot tea next time I pass by," I compromised, giving her an easy choice.

"Okay. I'll send Riya to your fields this afternoon," Riya's mother agreed, finally smiling.

*(Today! Yes! Chacha is going to the city today to sell his latest stock of mangoes. Yes, today will be the perfect, completely safe time for Riya!)* "Okay, Kaki, send her to the fields around 3:00 PM today. I'll pick the mangoes and make sure they are ready for her," I confirmed eagerly, looking directly at Riya.

"Riya, you go to Avi's fields this afternoon. And bring back good, ripe mangoes," Riya's mother instructed her daughter, waving her hand.

Riya nodded in a silent 'yes,' glancing at me with a quick, mischievous look that held deep understanding.

"Okay, Kaki, I'm leaving now. I'll come in the evening for that cup of tea," I said, and hurried off, already planning the afternoon's session in the isolated mango orchard.

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[siva_reddy32]

Hello Sir,

Beautiful narration and excellent story line up , Keep rocking.

Waiting for the next episode.

Thanks

[lee.jae.han]

Hello Sir,

Beautiful narration and  excellent story line up , Keep rocking.

Waiting for the next episode.

Thanks

Thanks for the support..i will update the next parts today

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## Update 122: The First Ganď Fuck Under the Mango Grove (Avi and Riya)

After getting home, I quickly put the few things I needed—a strong painkiller and oil—into my bag. I ate my food fast and then hurried over to Pooja Bua's house to play. I made sure to bring my bag. I told Meena Chachi that I would go straight to the fields from Bua's house. "Since Chacha isn't here today, I'll go straight to the fields from Bua's house to look after the mangoes," I said, offering the thin excuse. A wide, knowing smile came onto Meena Chachi's face when she heard this.

"Okay, you can go ahead," Meena Chachi said, waving me off with an understanding glance.

I played with Raj for two hours and then left for the fields. I got there early, with still ten minutes before 3:00 PM. I was sure Riya would come fast. The heat was making me miserable; the air was thick and heavy. I could not even go inside the house, or it would draw too much attention. I was alone in the fields. I put the mangoes that had been picked that morning into a bag. That way, when Riya arrived, she would not have to do any work. I filled the bag with mangoes and put it inside the storage room near the house. The bag I had brought from home, the one with my gear, stayed with me.

A short while later, Riya came, walking fast. She was already drenched in sweat from the walk. I quickly gave her water from the well. After drinking, Riya visibly felt relieved, sighing deeply. Then, I led Riya to the same isolated place in the orchard where I used to go with Kamala Kaki.

"There are ripe mangoes here, Avi," Riya said, looking at the fruit hanging from the tree and talking about the harvest. But I was busy with my own work. I took out a clean bedsheet from my bag and swiftly spread it out on the ground beneath the deep shade of the tree. Riya stopped talking and stared at me, confused.

"Why did you put the bedsheet on the ground?" Riya asked, crossing her arms.

"To fuck," I said bluntly, dropping my shirt on the ground.

"To fuck?" Riya repeated, her voice a mixture of shock and excitement, her eyes wide.

"Yes," I confirmed, unbuckling my belt.

"Then when will we pick the mangoes? Kaki is waiting," Riya asked, her attention split, looking back toward the fields.

"I already picked them and put them away in a bag," I said, grinning at her reaction, watching her confusion.

"You had planned this beforehand, then?" Riya asked, shaking her head slowly, a hint of a smile.

"Yes, of course. I had to fuck your ganď, you see," I admitted, my voice dropping to a low growl.

"What? You're actually going to fuck my ganď now?" Riya asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes, you heard it right. Where will we find a better, more secure place than this to fuck your ganď for the first time?" I asked, looking around the dense grove, knowing we were safe.

"But..." Riya started, her hand going to her throat, nervousness returning.

"Forget the buts and the ifs. We only have two hours before the evening laborers arrive. Hurry up," I commanded, pulling her gently to the bedsheet, urging her to move.

"Okay, okay, but please do it slowly," Riya pleaded, fear still visible in her eyes.

I quickly took out a pill from my bag and gave it to Riya. "Eat this now," I instructed her, holding out the tablet.

"What is this for, Avi?" Riya asked, looking at the small white tablet in her palm.

"For the fucking we did yesterday and this morning. It's important you take it now," I lied, knowing it was the strong painkiller.

Riya ate the pill without hesitation, washing it down with the remaining water. I made her sit down on the sheet, and I pulled her to me, starting to kiss her. I did not want to waste much time kissing today. After today, I might not get another chance to fuck Riya's tight, virgin ganď. And anyway, Riya was leaving for her relative's village tomorrow; I did not know how long she would stay there. While kissing, I quickly started taking off Riya's clothes. Riya refused to take off all her clothes initially, worried about the openness. But she quickly agreed when I insisted, and I stripped her completely. I had confirmed over two days with Kamala Kaki that absolutely no one comes to this side of the orchard. I also took off all my clothes. In less than five minutes, we were both naked on the bedsheet.

I made Riya lie down on her back on the bedsheet.

"Avi, I'm feeling a little strange," Riya said, her voice sounding faraway and light.

"Strange in what way?" I asked, kneeling over her, my hands resting on her thighs.

"I'm feeling a little light in my body, almost relaxed, like after taking a painkiller," Riya murmured, her gaze unfocused, looking up at the leaves.

*(Internal thoughts: The painkiller is working perfectly. My fear of her screaming is going away.)* "You might be feeling like this because of the pregnancy pill starting its work so fast," I suggested, maintaining my lie, running my hand down her stomach.

"Nothing will go wrong after taking the pill, right?" Riya asked, her voice tinged with lingering concern.

"Nothing will happen, I promise. Just let me do my work now," I said, ignoring her concerns and spreading her legs wide.

I spread Riya's legs wide. Her chooť opened up perfectly. Then I bent down and kissed Riya's chooť. After two or three kisses, I started licking her chooť intensely. Riya was not reacting much. The way Riya was moaning and pushing my head onto her chooť while I was sucking her chooť this morning was not happening now; she felt distant.

*I immediately regretted giving Riya the painkiller too early. I only gave Riya the painkiller so she would not feel pain and scream. I was fucking in the fields for the first time, so I was terrified that someone might hear Riya's scream. That's why I gave Riya the painkiller.* Riya was not enjoying the chooť licking, so I stopped. And without any delay, I shoved my lunď straight into Riya's chooť. I put the whole lunď inside in one hard jerk. Riya let out a slight, muffled scream as the whole lunď went inside at once. The lunď went inside easily because I had fucked Riya this morning. I was having fun, but Riya was not feeling much. When I would take the lunď out and put it inside with a hard, snapping thrust, Riya would scream and moan. Only then would I get a little fun, and so would Riya.

While thrusting into her chooť, I took out the small bottle of oil from the bag. I dipped my finger in the oil and put the finger deep into her ganď. As soon as the finger went into her ganď, Riya jumped violently. But the painkiller was showing its powerful effect now, quickly muting the sharp pain. I slowly started moving my finger in her ganď, stretching the opening. I slowly started moving both the lunď and the finger in and out simultaneously. It was difficult to do both things at once, but I had to prepare her ganď. Then I put two fingers into her ganď at once and started giving Riya pleasure, stretching her tight ring. 

Riya's ganď slowly started opening up. After five minutes of this dual action, Riya's chooť released a gush of water. As soon as the water came out, I took my lunď out of her chooť. Riya was panting, even with the painkiller working. I had given her hard thrusts to force her into climax, that's why Riya was taking long, ragged breaths. Then I told Riya that now I was finally going to fuck her ganď.

"It will hurt! What if someone hears me scream, Avi?" Riya said, gripping my arm, her chest heaving. I explained to Riya that she would not feel pain. "I won't let you feel pain, my love," I promised her, running a hand over her cheek. 

Even after my explanation, Riya was still scared. Her fear was not of the pain from fucking her ganď itself. She was scared that someone would hear her screams because of the pain from fucking her ganď. I knew that because of the painkiller, she would not feel much pain. But to completely reassure her, I took out a white cloth from the bag and quickly tied it over Riya's mouth, like a soft gag. Riya's last fear was gone. I made Riya position herself as a mare, her hands and knees sinking slightly into the sheet. I put oil liberally on my lunď and on Riya's ganď to make it slippery. I was angry with myself for giving Riya the painkiller, sacrificing some of my own enjoyment, and I took out that frustration on Riya's ganď.

I positioned the lunď on the hole of her ganď and gave a hard jerk. I gave such a powerful jerk that the whole lunď should have gone into Riya's virgin ganď, but Riya's ganď hole was tiny, which is why only half of the lunď went deep into her ganď. Riya felt pain even after taking the painkiller, but it was very little pain, which is why she let out a slight, suppressed scream. That scream was completely muffled because of the cloth I had put on her mouth.

I did not stop there. I gave a second hard jerk and rammed the whole lunď inside. This time Riya felt a sharp, deeper pain. Her suppressed slight scream came out again, a muffled wail that made my stomach clench. My body went instantly rigid with the sudden, fierce friction. The blood rushed to my head, leaving a dizzying high. I held my breath, listening for any noise outside the silent grove. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. But I was secure on all sides. One, she did not feel much pain because of the painkiller, which is why she did not scream loud, and on the other hand, I had put a cloth on her mouth, which is why whatever scream she let out was completely suppressed. Because of the painkiller, she did not feel much pain *right now*, but I knew that when the effect of the painkiller would end, she would feel such intense, splitting pain that I could only imagine. That's why I decided to stop like this for a while, letting her adjust. For ten minutes, I was just stopped, resting, and pressing Riya's breasts hard.

Then Riya took the cloth off her mouth, breathing deeply, and turned her head back to me. Riya started breathing normally, and I slowly started thrusting. Riya stopped me in the middle again, gripping my hips.

"Avi, I'm feeling very little pain, hardly anything," Riya whispered, looking back at me with surprise. "But I'm getting my ganď fucked for the very first time. My friend says that it hurts so much while getting your ganď fucked."

"If I were to fuck their asses, they wouldn't feel pain either. You're simply lucky that you're getting your ganď fucked by me, the best. I promised you that you wouldn't feel much pain, and look, I kept my promise," I said, pushing into her gently.

"That's true," Riya admitted, her eyes glazing over with pleasure now, the fear fading into trust.

"Less talk and more work," I said, grabbing her hips and increasing the pace.

I started my work again, thrusting and moving within her tight ganď. It was an immense pleasure to fuck Riya's ganď under the open sky, under the deep shade of the trees, listening to the sweet sound of the birds. It would have been more fun if I had not given her the painkiller, but let it go. We cannot change what has happened. *But next time, if I fuck someone else in the fields, I will give them the painkiller *after* the fucking, not before.* I fucked Riya's tight ganď for twenty minutes, enjoying every thrust. After fucking for twenty minutes, I felt the inevitable rush and put my cum deep into Riya's ganď. As soon as the cum came out, I fell exhausted on top of Riya, and Riya fell forward onto the bedsheet. My lungs burned for air; my head swam with the sudden release. My body felt heavy and limp.

After staying like that for a while, catching our breath, I took my lunď out of her ganď. There was blood on my lunď. Riya looked at my red lunď. Her face's color changed, seeing so much blood on my lunď, the reality of what just happened hitting her. I quickly took out a bottle of water from the bag and cleaned my lunď with water, wiping off the evidence. After cleaning my lunď, I started pressing Riya's breasts. Riya was telling me to press them harder, her body still charged. I started pressing them harder. Then I suddenly remembered something and stopped pressing her breasts.

*Because of the painkiller, Riya was asking me to press her breasts harder, oblivious to potential injury. If I pressed her breasts harder now, when the effect of the painkiller would end, how much pain would she feel?* That's why I immediately stopped pressing her breasts. Riya was not tired after the fucking. I could have fucked Riya one more time, but I changed my mind. I looked at the time. It was 4:00 PM. I told Riya to put on her clothes. We both quickly put on our clothes. I put all the things back in the bag, making sure to hide the evidence. I took out a second pill from the bag and gave it to Riya to eat.

"I've already eaten a pill, Avi. Why this one?" Riya asked, looking at the new tablet in her hand.

"The first pill was a strong painkiller to numb the ganď for the fuck. And this one is the actual pill to stop the pregnancy from the last two times," I confessed, my voice casual, watching her face.

"You gave me a painkiller? Wait a minute! That's why I didn't feel much pain! And you fucked my ganď with a trick!" Riya realized, her eyes flashing with a mix of betrayal and shock, her hands flying to her hips.

"Yes, you're absolutely right," I said, not denying the truth, a slight smile on my face.

"But after the painkiller's effect is gone..." Riya began, her voice full of dread, her hands reaching for her aching ganď.

"You'll feel pain, that's it. I'll give you one more pill to eat tonight, another painkiller, so you won't feel pain. And you'll get some rest," I said, trying to reassure her, placing the pill firmly in her palm.

"You're a number one bastard, Avi," Riya said, a mixture of anger and a grudging admiration in her voice, shaking her head.

"Sometimes you have to be a bastard to get what you want," I said, smiling, already successful.

Then we came back to the fields. The evening workers had not arrived at the fields yet. I thought, "Let's drop Riya home first, then I'll come back to the fields to finish my chores." I walked Riya toward her house, carrying the bag of mangoes.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 123: The Chachi's Knowing Smile and the City Trip (Avi and Meena Chachi)

After dropping Riya home, I accepted a cup of tea. The sweet, milky liquid did little to calm the residual ache in my lunď and the intense exhaustion clinging to my muscles. I then went to the fields once more. I walked around the mango groves for a while, just checking on things. Today, I was surprised to see Mona working alongside Kamala Kaki. A rush of genuine happiness hit me, dissolving some of the fatigue. But I was utterly spent after fucking Riya's ganď today. My body felt like a dead weight. So, I came back home without even attempting to talk to Kamala Kaki or Mona. I was in no rush; I knew I could easily convince Mona to fuck when the time was right.

I reached my house at 7:00 PM. The moment I walked into my room, Meena Chachi followed me in, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"You're coming back after fucking someone," Meena Chachi stated, leaning against the door frame, her expression knowing.

I was completely shocked after hearing Chachi's direct question. My heart gave a hard, sudden kick against my ribs. I felt the blood rush to my face. My mouth went dry instantly. My palms felt cold and damp with sweat. I struggled to breathe normally for a moment.

"How do you know that I'm coming back after fucking?" I managed to ask, my voice a thin croak, barely a whisper.

"This is the first time you've gone to the fields when Chacha isn't here, and you've also taken a bag with you," Meena Chachi explained, her voice low and knowing, pushing off the door. She then lunded her head, smiling. "You took a bedsheet in the bag, didn't you?"

"You even know that I took a bedsheet in the bag?" I asked, my surprise mounting, shaking my head slightly at her cleverness. She truly saw everything.

"After you left, I came to your room to get some fresh clothes and I saw that the bedsheet wasn't on the bed," Meena Chachi said, walking toward me, her eyes locked on mine. "From that, I easily figured out that you took a bedsheet to the fields for fucking."

"You figure out everything," I admitted, shaking my head and smiling reluctantly.

"I have to, Avi. Who else will look out for you?" she countered, reaching out to squeeze my arm lightly. "Leave that now; tell me, are you really coming back after doing a jungle romance with someone?" Meena Chachi asked, her expression softening with maternal curiosity, her voice warm.

I sunk onto the bed and told Meena Chachi everything about Riya, the ganď-fucking, and the painkiller trick.

"It seems like you're exhausted after the fucking," Meena Chachi observed, seeing the fatigue weighing on me, watching me sink onto the mattress.

"Yes," I confirmed with a heavy sigh, nodding slowly.

"You rest now. Let me go wash the bedsheet quickly," Chachi said, picking up the now empty bag from the floor. She gave me one last gentle smile before leaving the room, and I closed my eyes, falling instantly into a deep, hazy dream world.

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Days passed in a comfortable routine. Riya eventually left for her mama's house as planned. I would fuck Rati sometimes in the afternoons, enjoying her eagerness. I continued to talk to Kamala Kaki in the fields, but I could not get a moment alone to talk to Mona. Kamala Kaki was always glued to her side. The month of April also came to an end.

On May 2nd, the results of Raj, Kavita, and Leena were announced. Everyone secured good marks, which brought a festive mood to the household. Neeta Bua's son, Rajesh, was away at a summer camp this time, so he had not come to the village for the holidays.

One day, Kavita, Leena, Komal, Raj, and I were playing at Pooja Bua's house. The conversation drifted to the cousins we had not seen yet.

"Bua, Sweta and Sital Didi haven't arrived from the city yet. Did their exams not end on time?" I asked, skipping the ball and looking over.

Pooja Bua was sitting on the veranda, stitching. "Oh, Sweta's exams are still going on. Sital's exams are finished, but Sital said she would come to the village with Sweta."

"By now, Sweta Didi's exams should definitely have been over," I said, frowning slightly, thinking about the delay.

"The teachers went on strike in her college, that's why the exams were postponed for a week. Today is actually her last paper," Pooja Bua explained, biting a thread and pulling it tight.

"That means Sweta Didi will surely come tomorrow, then," I said excitedly, my spirits lifting.

"Not tomorrow, Avi, she's going to come after three days," Pooja Bua corrected me, shaking her head gently.

"Why not tomorrow? If the exams are over," I asked, tilting my head, confused by the new delay.

"Sweta has some work at college, arranging for her next semester's tuition or something. She'll come after that work is fully done," Pooja Bua replied, putting her needle back into the cloth.

"It'll be so much fun when she comes," I said, already imagining the games and laughter we would share.

Pooja Bua suddenly set down her needlework, looking directly at me with a calculating look. "You do one thing, Avi."

"What is it, Bua?" I asked, walking closer to her, sensing a plan.

"You take Raj and go to Sweta's place in the city tomorrow. They need you. Then, after three days, you come back to the village with Sweta and Sital. And anyway, they'll have a lot of stuff from the hostel and college, so you can help them carry everything back. What do you say?" Pooja Bua asked, her suggestion sounding perfectly logical and helpful, a bright idea.

"I'll ask Chachi and let you know tonight," I replied, considering the sheer freedom the city would offer, feeling a surge of excitement.

"You can also explore the city for three days, Avi. It will be a good break for you," Pooja Bua added, selling the idea perfectly, raising her eyebrows.

"Okay. I'll go with Raj tomorrow morning," I agreed, a thrilling anticipation coiling in my stomach.

Pooja Bua immediately called out to Raj, who was kicking a ball nearby. "Raj, tomorrow you're going to the city with Avi." Raj instantly got happy hearing this, jumping up and down with delight.

That night, I told the family that Pooja Bua was sending me with Raj to bring Sweta back from the city. Suman Chachi got instantly sad hearing the news, her face clouding over.

"You're not going anywhere, Avi," Suman Chachi said firmly, crossing her arms, her jaw tight.

"Why, Didi?" Meena Chachi asked, sensing the disagreement, stepping closer to her sister.

"I'm saying it, and that is enough," Suman Chachi replied, her voice taut with worry, refusing to look at me.

"Oh, come on, Didi. Let him go. Avi will go to the city. He'll meet new people, see the sights, and explore. He'll surely like it," Meena Chachi argued gently, putting a reassuring hand on Suman Chachi's shoulder.

"What if he gets bad habits in the city? What if he likes the city life more than the village? What if he decides to just stay there and never come back?" Suman Chachi whispered, the fear of losing me finally spilling out, her eyes becoming watery.

"Nothing like that will ever happen, Didi. Our Avi will never leave us," Meena Chachi said with fierce loyalty, glancing at me, her voice ringing with certainty.

"Still, I worry," Suman Chachi muttered, looking down at her hands.

"Look, Didi, Avi has been in this village for six years now. He hasn't seen the city yet. What do you want? That Avi stays trapped in the village and just goes to the fields every day of his life?" Meena Chachi challenged, pushing the point, her voice clear and strong.

"I didn't say that!" Suman Chachi exclaimed, stepping back defensively, looking hurt.

"But that's what you're implying, Didi. Let Avi go. It will be a good experience. He'll enjoy it," Meena Chachi insisted, her expression pleading.

Suman Chachi sighed, defeated by her own affection. "Okay. Avi, you can go to the city," she conceded, her voice still holding a trace of sadness, her shoulders slumping a little.

I rushed forward and hugged Suman Chachi tight, feeling her love and worry wrapping around me. Then, I hugged Meena Chachi, feeling her strength and support. Finally, I hugged Seema Chachi, savoring the collective warmth and permission for my first big adventure. The city was waiting.

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## Update 124: The Chachis' Dowry and the City's Temptation (Avi, Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi, and Meena Chachi)

The next morning, the excitement of the city trip thrummed in my veins. I was getting ready, my simple village clothes feeling suddenly inadequate. Meena Chachi was meticulously packing my things, folding my clothes with sharp creases. She was also giving me a stern lecture on how to behave in the big city. After Meena Chachi stepped out, Suman Chachi came into my room. She started talking about the vastness of the city, her worry still palpable. Then, she pulled a bundle of cash from her saree.

"Avi, here's some money," Suman Chachi said, pushing the notes into my hand, her eyes soft with concern. "It will be useful in the city; don't be shy to spend it."

Suman Chachi gave me a whopping 15,000 rupees. I was genuinely shocked seeing such a huge sum of money. My eyes went wide instantly.

"Chachi, what will I do with so much money? I truly don't need this much," I protested, trying to hand it back, shaking my head.

"Keep it, Avi. You're going to such a big city. You'll need money for food and necessities, won't you?" Suman Chachi insisted, closing my fingers around the bundle firmly.

I put the money away carefully. Just then, Seema Chachi came into my room, her movements slow and deliberate. She, too, started giving me advice about the city. Then, she reached into her blouse and produced another large wad of notes. Seema Chachi gave me 20,000 rupees. Again, I refused to take the money, shaking my head and stepping back.

"Chachi, what will I do with this? This is far too much money," I said, my voice rising in surprise and disbelief.

"Keep it. It will be useful to you in the city, for anything you might need. And anyway, this is my money. I saved it over a long time," Seema Chachi said softly, pressing the money into my palm, her hand warm.

"But it's such a massive amount," I murmured, feeling the weight of their generosity, looking down at the notes.

"The city is big, so you'll need more money, won't you? Now, just keep it safely in your bag," Seema Chachi urged, patting my arm gently.

I kept the money. Now I had 35,000 rupees. This was the first time in my life I had ever possessed so much money. I could not understand what I would possibly do with all that cash.

Meena Chachi came back into my room just as I was zipping up the bag. She looked at me with her sharp, knowing eyes. She also gave me some money separately to use in the city.

"Behave well in the city, Avi," Meena Chachi said, giving my shoulder a small pat, her look serious.

"Yes, Chachi," I replied dutifully.

"I know Suman Didi and Seema Didi must have given you money as well," Meena Chachi stated, not as a question, her voice steady.

"How do you know that?" I asked, genuinely baffled by her insight, my brow furrowed.

"I'm your Chachi, Avi. If I can give you money for the trip, then my sisters will also definitely give you money. How much money did they give you in total?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes demanding the truth, leaning in slightly.

"35,000 rupees," I whispered the total, feeling a little ashamed of the amount.

"And how much did I give you just now?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice low.

"25,000," I confessed, looking at the bag.

"What's the grand total you have in that bag right now?" Meena Chachi asked, smiling widely, amused by the situation.

"60,000," I said, a little dizzy from the figure, swallowing hard.

"What in the world will you do with all this money, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, though she already looked like she had a plan forming in her mind.

"I honestly don't understand what to do with so much money," I admitted, zipping the bag closed and sitting back.

"I'll tell you then. You must buy clothes for yourself with all this money, clothes like the smart boys in the city wear. You won't be able to buy a lot of clothes; things are expensive in the city. Buy as many new shirts and trousers as you can. Also, buy necessary city things," Meena Chachi advised, her face alight with the fantasy of my transformation, her eyes shining.

"Yes, Chachi. I understand," I said, nodding seriously, committing to the mission.

"Forget about buying things; now listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi continued, her tone turning very serious, her fingers poking my chest. "I have only packed clothes for one day for you, *just* today. After reaching the city, you must buy good clothes. When you come back to the village, you should look completely like a city boy. Understand? And if you bring even one rupee back as change, I'll take your news in such a way that you'll remember it forever," she threatened playfully, though her eyes were firm and resolute.

"Yes, Chachi. I'll spend it all as you said," I promised, thrilled by the mission, standing up straight.

"Behave well there. Forget about the fucking business for a few days. And yes, don't let us lose face among Bua's city friends," Meena Chachi warned, pointing a finger at me, her expression stern.

"I won't do anything that causes you any trouble or shame," I vowed, my voice earnest.

"Take good care of yourself and Raj too," Meena Chachi said, her voice softening once more, her expression worried.

"Yes," I confirmed, lifting the heavy bag onto my shoulder.

I took the bag and came out of the room. Chacha was waiting in the main room. He also gave me money for the trip, but only enough for the bus tickets and food. I, Chachi, and Chacha walked to Pooja Bua's house. Raj was already ready, bouncing with excitement. We had to first go to the tahsil (taluka headquarters), which was about 20 km away from the village. Then, from there, we had to catch a main bus and travel for four hours to Sweta Didi's city.

I held Raj's bag, and we both climbed into the local bus. It was 10:00 AM. The village road was rough and pitted. We reached the tahsil in a bumpy thirty minutes. Raj and I got down from the bus. I had been to the tahsil a couple of times before. The connecting bus going to Sweta Didi's city was scheduled for 11:20 AM. We had about an hour to kill. Raj and I sat on a wooden bench at the bus stop.

There was a small bookshop nearby. I thought of buying something to read. I told Raj to watch our bags carefully, and I'd be right back. The bookshop had surprisingly good novels. I bought a serious book: the autobiography of Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, "Wings of Fire." As I was standing at the counter, a man slid up to me and asked in a low voice if I wanted a book with naked pictures. My heart immediately began to pound a quick, uneven rhythm. **A hot knot tightened in my gut. My mind flashed with lust and fear at the same time.** I felt a sudden, sharp spike of excitement in my chest.

"Show me what it's like," I murmured back, intrigued, my throat closing slightly. He quickly showed me two or three small, thin books with blurry pictures inside. I bought one immediately, tucking the small, illicit book under my shirt, against my skin, and quickly returned to Raj. I bought a fun comics book for Raj to keep him occupied. Raj instantly started reading the comics, absorbed in the pictures.

The bus stop was bustling with people, a constant flow of humanity. It seemed like everyone was going to visit their relatives for the summer. I bought some snacks—samosas and cold soda—for Raj and me. After eating the snacks, we started waiting for the bus. Raj was absorbed in the comics, and I started looking intently at the city girls passing by. Most of the girls were walking around wearing skin-tight clothes, clothes that showed every curve. Some were laughing and moving freely, wearing jeans and t-shirts. I started getting intensely excited just seeing them, my blood heating up fast. My lunď got hard, pressing against my simple village trousers. A wave of heat washed over my face. I remembered Meena Chachi's stern words: "Forget about fucking." I controlled myself with a hard swallow, pushing the lust down.

After a while, the large, dusty bus came lumbering onto the platform. Raj and I quickly got on. We managed to get seats right at the back. All the front seats were already reserved. We took two seats; Raj sat by the window, and I sat on the aisle side. The bus quickly filled up, crammed with people. It was full to capacity. The bus left the bus stop precisely on time and started its long, four-hour journey toward the city.

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## Update 125: The Stranger Named Mala and the City's Pull (Avi and Another Mala)

As soon as Raj settled onto the bus seat, he fell fast asleep, his head bumping against the window. I took out the thin book with the naked pictures from under my shirt and slipped it into the novel, opening the pages carefully. The book contained explicit stories of fucking with corresponding pictures. There were stories of brother-sister, mother-son, husband-wife, and even Chachi-Bhatija fucking. I was completely shocked after reading the initial stories, thinking it must all be pure fantasy. But after reading the story of Chachi-Bhatija, a wave of heat washed over me. I instantly remembered my own passionate fucking sessions with Meena Chachi. If my own life mirrored the pages of this forbidden book, then the story of brother-sister fucking could not possibly be a lie. My journey passed this way, reading the story and constantly pausing to ponder whether all this was a complete fabrication or the startling truth. In a little while, I had read the entire small book. I quickly put the book away in my bag. I, too, started drifting off to sleep.

It had only been one hour since I sat down when a man gently shook my shoulder, waking me from my doze. I instantly felt a flicker of annoyance at the interruption.

"Beta, can I please get a little space to sit?" the man asked, rubbing his hands together nervously, his eyes tired.

I looked at the man. His face was etched with exhaustion, and I could tell he needed a seat desperately. Perhaps he had asked everyone and no one had given him a spot. I felt a pang of pity for his situation.

*(Internal thoughts: My instinct was to keep the space, but I thought, "Let it go, I'll help him. Anyway, this space was too big for just Raj and me, and one man can sit comfortably on the edge.")* I shifted my legs closer to the aisle, opening up the window side.

"Uncle, please sit down," I offered, gesturing to the empty space.

The man still stood there, leaning into the aisle.

"Why are you standing? I cleared the space," I asked, confused by his delay.

"I don't need it for myself. I can stand," the man said, looking back down the aisle, his voice strained.

"Then who needs it?" I asked, looking toward the back of the bus.

"My wife," the man simply said, nodding toward the front.

He called his wife forward. His wife came to us, holding a small baby, about one year old, securely on her hip. As soon as his wife arrived, she sank onto the seat I had offered, a huge sigh of relief escaping her lips, her body relaxing instantly. The man gave a nod and went ahead, managing to squeeze into a tiny, precarious space near the driver's gear stick, far from us.

"Thank you so much," the woman said, leaning back tiredly, adjusting the baby. "If you hadn't been here, we would have had to travel for three hours standing."

"No problem at all. You have a very cute son," I said, looking at the sleeping child nestled against her. "What is your son's name?"

"Sameer," the woman replied, adjusting the baby on her lap carefully.

"That's a very cute name," I said, smiling at the baby's peaceful face.

"What's your name, young man?" she asked, leaning toward me with a kind smile.

"Avi," I replied.

"Which city are you headed to?" she continued, relaxing into the seat, looking at the passing landscape.

I told her the name of Sweta Didi's city.

"We also live in the same city. Are you going for a trip?" she asked, her voice friendly.

"Yes. My Didi lives there; we're going to visit her and stay for a few days," I explained.

"Is this little one your brother, then?" she asked, glancing at the deeply sleeping Raj by the window.

"Yes, he is. Oh, I didn't even ask for your name yet," I realized, feeling silly for forgetting.

"My name is Mala," the woman said, smiling easily.

I was instantly shocked to hear her name. *I got lost in my thoughts, the bus's vibration fading into a dull roar. Another Mala? Is the name Mala never going to leave me alone? My initial generosity vanished, and I suddenly felt that I had made a huge mistake by giving her the space to sit. The name I desperately wanted to forget had rushed back, refreshing old, bitter memories. I looked at Mala once, anger flickering in my chest. But seeing her son's innocent, peaceful face, I forced myself to control the reaction. I normalized my breathing. Every Mala is not the same, I told myself sternly. Now her name is Mala, and I hate the name Mala, but what is *her* fault in this? I must forget the past Mala.*

"What happened? Didn't you like my name?" Mala asked, tilting her head, having noticed my momentary silence and strange look.

"No, it's not like that at all," I lied, forcing a smile to hide my thoughts. "It's a very cute name. I just remembered an old friend with the same name, and I lost my thought for a moment."

"Friend or girlfriend?" Mala pressed lightly, a teasing tone in her voice, winking at me.

"Just a friend. And she's not even a friend anymore," I said, dismissing the subject quickly, turning my focus to the window.

We continued talking easily, passing the long journey. It was a good thing that I kept talking to Mala; otherwise, it would have been difficult and boring to travel in the bus alone for so long. Mala started talking to me openly and without reserve very quickly. It did not feel like we had only just met two hours ago. Everything happened just as I had eventually reasoned: there was a world of difference between that village Mala and this bus Mala.

There was still one hour of travel left. Raj would stir occasionally, sit up momentarily, and then fall back asleep. Mala's son was also sleeping soundly now. Mala's husband came back once, briefly looked at his wife and child, gave a quick nod, and then went back to his uncomfortable perch near the front of the bus.

"What do you do, Avi?" Mala asked, leaning back against the rough material of the seat.

"What can I do? I'm just studying in college," I said, shrugging slightly.

We were talking when Mala's son began to whimper and cry softly. He was hungry. Mala did not know what to do; how could she possibly feed her son milk in the cramped, crowded public bus?

"Do one thing," I suggested, thinking quickly, looking around the packed bus. "You come to my seat in the middle, and I'll take your seat in the aisle. You'll have more privacy."

"Yes, that will be much better," Mala agreed immediately, grateful for the privacy, shifting the baby.

We changed our seats. Now Raj was still sleeping by the window, Mala sat in the middle, and I sat at the end of the seat, by the aisle. Mala immediately started feeding her son milk. Mala pulled the edge of her *pallu* over her son's head, creating a small, temporary screen so no one could see her breasts. After the baby finished drinking milk from the first breast, she shifted him and started feeding her son from the other. This time, Mala's son was drinking milk from the breast on Raj's side, which was slightly exposed to me. The *pallu* was only covering the breast on my side. She had not tucked the first breast back inside her blouse yet.

I shifted myself slightly on the seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. By my slight, involuntary movement, my hand brushed gently against Mala's exposed breast. Mala's breasts felt firm and heavy with milk. As soon as my hand touched her breast, a sharp, strange feeling shot through my body. My lunď got hard instantly just from that unexpected, warm contact. **My breath hitched in my throat, a sudden gasp that I quickly muffled. A burning heat started low in my belly and rushed up to my cheeks.** I vividly remembered Meena Chachi's stern instructions: not to even *think* about fucking in the city by mistake. I froze, acting as if absolutely nothing had happened, my muscles rigid. Mala also did not say anything, her focus entirely on her son. Mala's son fell asleep while drinking milk. Mala gently fixed her clothes, tucking the breast back into her blouse.

Our journey ended while we continued to talk easily like this, filling the hours. Sweta Didi's city finally arrived. Raj's sleep was also complete, and he rubbed his eyes, blinking. The bus pulled to a stop at the terminal. Raj and I got down from the bus, retrieving our bags. Mala also got down with her husband and baby. Mala gave a final wave and went on her way with her family, blending into the crowd. Once again, a girl named Mala had entered my life and then quickly left.

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## Update 126: The City Girls and the Forbidden Book (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi)

I hailed an auto-rickshaw. I showed the driver the address written on the slip of paper, and we were off toward Didi's place. Raj and I started looking out the window, mesmerized by the giant, imposing buildings of the city. Signal after signal flashed, and a relentless stream of cars rushed here and there. After about twenty minutes, the auto driver stopped the vehicle in front of a sprawling, walled society. We climbed out. The auto driver took the money and left immediately. I kept a firm grip on the luggage while Raj stood by my side, and I started asking a nearby man for the specific house address. The man pointed down the street. Didi's Bua's house was about ten or twelve houses down.

I took the luggage and started walking toward the address. Every person who walked past us—men and women—stared openly. Our village clothes, simple and coarse, stood out starkly against the city’s smooth, fashionable fabrics. We looked completely different from everyone else, and most people were barely concealing their amusement. We reached the correct house. The house was quite large, sprawling behind a high gate. Raj was standing nervously behind me, gripping my shirt. I knocked hard on the gate—I had not seen the electric doorbell.

After a moment, a girl opened the gate. She looked at me, taking in my appearance, and asked coolly who I wanted to meet. It was my first time here; I did not know anyone but Didi.

Raj quickly darted out from behind me and came forward. "Poonam Didi!" Raj called out, his face lighting up with recognition. The girl's expression instantly changed to a bright smile. She grabbed Raj's hand and pulled him inside. I picked up the luggage and followed her in.

"Sweta, Sital, look who is here!" Poonam Didi shouted toward the house, her voice echoing.

"Why are you shouting like that, Poonam?" Sweta Didi asked sharply from inside, stepping into the hallway.

Sweta Didi and Sital Didi immediately came out of an inner room.

"Raj, is that you? How did you manage to get here...?" Sweta Didi exclaimed, rushing forward and bending down.

Sweta Didi hugged Raj tightly. I knew this was Sweta Didi's father's sister's house—her Jyoti Bua's house. Jyoti Bua, Jyoti Bua's husband, and Jyoti Bua's daughter, Poonam Didi, lived here. Jyoti Bua's son had tragically died due to an illness two years ago. The house was huge, with four bedrooms: two upstairs and two downstairs. Upstairs were Poonam Didi's room and the room Sweta Didi and Sital Didi shared. Downstairs, one room was for Jyoti Bua and her husband, and the other belonged to her late son. That bedroom had been locked since his death.

Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi hugged Raj one by one, peppering him with questions. Hearing the commotion, Jyoti Bua came out of her room. Jyoti Bua also hugged Raj, but she quickly started crying, tears streaming down her face. It was clear she was thinking of her lost son, holding Raj tightly.

I was still standing near the entrance, holding all the luggage. Sital Didi finally looked up and noticed me.

"Hey, Avi, why are you standing there like a guard? Come in and sit down," Sital Didi motioned with her hand, smiling.

"Yes, Didi," I replied, setting down the heavy bags.

"Did only you two travel?" Sital Didi asked, walking closer to me.

"Yes, we both came to take you back with us," I explained, straightening my clothes.

"How was the long journey?" Sital Didi asked, looking sympathetic.

"It was good. Raj was sleeping the whole journey, thankfully," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Avi, how is everyone back in the village?" Sweta Didi asked, her expression earnest, looking past Raj.

"Everyone is well. Everyone misses you two and sends their love," I relayed, passing on the good wishes.

Sital Didi quickly went and brought a tray with water glasses.

"Here, drink some water first," Sital Didi offered, pushing a glass into my hand.

"Hey, I didn't introduce you properly," Sweta Didi said, realizing her lapse, hitting her forehead lightly. "This is Jyoti Bua," she said, gesturing to the tearful woman. I immediately bent down and touched Bua's feet out of respect.

"And this is Poonam Didi; we study in the same college," Sweta Didi explained. (Poonam Didi was in the third year of B.Sc., while Sweta Didi was in the first; Sital Didi's exams were finished). I shook hands with Poonam Didi, nodding politely.

"Bua, this is Avi, my big uncle's son. He passed away six years ago. Avi now lives with my Chote Mama in the village," Sweta Didi explained my complicated history to Bua.

"Now, you must rest, then we'll talk properly. Bua, where will these two stay?" Sweta Didi asked, looking around the downstairs area.

"Poonam will sleep with me tonight," Jyoti Bua said quickly, wiping her eyes. "Raj and Avi will sleep in Poonam's room upstairs. Avi, go rest now, and please take the luggage upstairs to the room." *(Poonam Didi's father had a night duty, so Poonam Didi could sleep in Jyoti Bua's room without any trouble.)*

"Yes, Bua," I said, nodding, picking up the bags again.

Sital Didi showed me the room. She also gave me quick directions on how to use the modern shower in the bathroom—my first time bathing under a shower. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and wash off the road dust. When I came out, I saw Sital Didi sitting in the room, talking to Raj. But as I watched, Sital Didi paused the conversation and started looking through my bag.

I had foolishly kept the book with the fucking stories right on top, and it was now in Sital Didi's hand. As I stood in the doorway, I saw Sweta Didi, Poonam Didi, and Sital Didi all gathered, looking at the book with shock and curiosity. Raj was no longer in the room; Sital Didi must have sent him out to get some privacy.

"Avi, what in the world is this? Have you started reading such books now?" Sweta Didi asked, holding the small booklet up, her expression stern, her eyes narrowed.

I quickly lowered my head, my face burning with humiliation. I had absolutely no answer to Sweta Didi's accusation. **My blood felt cold and hot at the same time. A terrible knot tightened in my chest, making it hard to breathe. The shame was suffocating.**

"What good will lowering your head do now?" Sweta Didi pressed, her voice sharp.

"Didi, that... Didi, please forgive me this one time. This won't happen again," I stammered out, twisting my hands together nervously.

"Why did you even buy such a book, Avi?" Sweta Didi demanded, stepping closer.

"That... a man at the bus stop gave it to me forcibly," I lied, unable to look up, trying to hide my guilt.

"Nobody gives such a book forcibly, Avi. You must have bought it yourself out of curiosity," Sweta Didi countered, her voice laced with skepticism, shaking the book lightly.

"I truly didn't buy it. That man kept telling me to buy it until I took it," I insisted, sticking to the partial truth, pleading with my eyes.

"That means you don't need this book anymore, then. You don't want to read this book, right?" Sweta Didi asked, a strange light entering her eyes, a hint of a smile touching her lips. "Then it's fine. I'll just keep it with me." She flipped through the pages quickly. "By the way, the book is quite good. The stories in the book are very interesting."

I was completely shocked to hear Sweta Didi's casual words. My head shot up instantly, my mouth slightly open in surprise.

"Why are you looking at me like that, with your mouth open?" Sweta Didi asked, a smirk playing on her lips, enjoying my shock.

"Do you really want to read this book, Didi?" I asked, utterly confused by her sudden change in tone.

"Yes. Why? Can't I read it?" Sweta Didi challenged, folding her arms, raising an eyebrow at me. "By the way, one thing has become very clear to us today: you've definitely grown up while we were away."

"That means you're not angry with me for having it?" I asked, my relief warring with my shock, letting out a small breath.

"All this is completely common in the city, Avi. Most people read such books. But you shouldn't have kept such a book in the bag in this open manner," Sweta Didi scolded gently, her voice softer now. "What if Raj had seen it? Or Bua?"

"Let it go, Didi," Sital Didi intervened, waving her hand, trying to calm the situation. "Avi doesn't know much about city life yet, that's why he made a mistake reading such a book openly."

"Sweta, give me the book right now. I want to read it today, then you can read it tomorrow," Poonam Didi said, reaching for the booklet eagerly, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"No way, Didi! We'll read it together right now," Sweta Didi refused, pulling it out of Poonam Didi's reach quickly.

I just stood there, listening to the three of them argue over the book, a secret, relieved smile spreading across my face. The tension had fully left my body.

"Avi, you go rest now. Forget about this book for a while," Sweta Didi finally commanded, tucking the booklet into her own clothes, dismissing me gently.

After my shower and the overwhelming confrontation, I fell onto the bed and immediately fell asleep. It was an enormous relief that Sweta Didi had not yelled or punished me. The city was certainly a different world.

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## Update 127: Golgappe, Insults, and the Plan (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi)

My deep, exhausted sleep broke only at 7:00 PM in the evening. I quickly freshened up and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering nervously how I was going to face Sweta Didi. The shame over the pornographic booklet still clung to me. I was still lost in this thought when Sital Didi came into the room.

"Avi, why are you sitting here alone, looking so serious? Come downstairs. Everyone is sitting and talking," Sital Didi urged, leaning against the door frame.

"Didi, that book..." I began, my voice trailing off.

"So you're hiding and not coming downstairs because of the book," Sital Didi finished for me, shaking her head gently, smiling.

"Yes," I admitted, looking at the floor, my cheeks heating up.

"Sweta Didi already said that she doesn't have any problem with the book, Avi. You need to get the thought out of your head that Didi is angry with you. Now come downstairs. And try to come with a little smile, or Didi will really think that you're worried because of the book," Sital Didi advised, winking at me.

"You go ahead. I'll come down in ten minutes," I promised.

Sital Didi went downstairs. After the required ten minutes, I also headed downstairs, feeling much calmer. Downstairs, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, Poonam Didi, and Raj were sitting and chatting animatedly. Uncle (Jyoti Bua's husband) was getting ready to go out on his night duty.

"Avi, how are you feeling after coming to the city?" Sweta Didi asked, waving me over to the sofa, her voice warm.

"The city is impressive, but I haven't seen it properly yet," I replied, sitting down carefully, trying to look relaxed.

"I'll personally show you the city tomorrow afternoon," Sweta Didi declared, her eyes sparkling, a clear plan in her tone.

"Yes, tomorrow we all will go out for a proper trip," Sital Didi agreed enthusiastically, clapping her hands once.

"I've been wanting to see the city for a long time now," I confessed, leaning forward, feeling excited.

"Before we go for any trip, you must get some decent clothes for yourself," Poonam Didi interjected, looking at my village clothes pointedly, her lips tight. "If you go out wearing those clothes, everyone will laugh at *us*."

"I was also thinking the exact same thing," I said, a wave of embarrassment washing over me as I remembered the stares at the society gate.

"You look rugged and handsome in village clothes, Avi. But I would definitely love to see how you look transformed into a city boy," Sital Didi said, tilting her head, watching me curiously.

"I came from the village thinking that I'll buy good clothes for myself first thing. If you are all with me, it won't be difficult to choose and buy clothes," I said, offering them the role of my personal stylists, eager for their help.

"We also want our cousin brother to look like a hero," Sweta Didi said, smiling warmly, nudging Sital Didi.

"Just make me a simple city boy, that's all I need," I said, laughing slightly, shaking my head.

"You just wait and watch what all we plan to do with you," Sweta Didi teased, her eyes mischievous.

Sital Didi leaned in close to Sweta Didi's ear and whispered, so only they could hear, "Didi, but where will we get so much money to buy him a whole new wardrobe?"

My heart squeezed. I had overheard her. "Didi, I've actually brought money from the village," I quickly said, wanting to relieve their worry, reaching for my bag.

"Oh, Avi, nothing happens with one or two thousand rupees in this city," Poonam Didi dismissed my offer with a wave of her hand, looking unimpressed.

"I have sixty thousand rupees," I stated simply, enjoying the stunned silence that followed, watching their reactions.

"What? Sixty thousand? Where did you get so much money from, Avi?" Sweta Didi gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

"From the village. It's my own money," I affirmed, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

"You didn't steal it, did you?" Poonam Didi asked immediately, her hand flying to her mouth, worry clear in her voice.

"No, I didn't steal anything. This is my savings so far—from the family and the fields," I clarified.

"Sixty thousand rupees? It's not possible to save that much in a village," Sital Didi protested, looking genuinely amazed, shaking her head.

"I'm telling the truth," I insisted, shrugging again.

"Okay. Well, this amount of money will definitely be enough for your makeover," Sweta Didi concluded, a new plan forming in her eyes, already calculating.

"We'll buy some clothes for you all too, and some small gifts for Chachi," I offered, wanting to share my new wealth, feeling generous.

"What? You're going to buy things for us too?" Poonam Didi asked, sounding touched, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Yes. We'll go shopping for clothes tomorrow," I declared firmly, standing up.

"We'll go tomorrow, but first, let's go out right now and eat golgappe," Sital Didi suggested, jumping up, eager for the snack.

"Yes! Raj will also love that," Poonam Didi agreed, nodding enthusiastically.

We all left the society. There was a popular golgappe shop just outside the gate. There were a few other boys and girls hanging around. We walked into the shop, and instantly, everyone stopped what they were doing and started staring at me. Everyone was laughing, trying to stifle the sound behind their hands. The two girls who were sitting right where we planned to sit were laughing the loudest. Both girls looked like twins. They were laughing continuously and openly pointing at me.

"What, Sital? You couldn't find anyone in the city, so you brought a monkey from the village to impress us?" the first girl sneered, her voice carrying across the small shop, full of malice.

"Not from the village, Anu. He must be from the zoo. Such monkeys are only found there," the second girl, her twin, mocked loudly, gesturing dramatically.

"She didn't have any other option besides this village bumpkin. City boys don't go after village girls. They certainly don't make village girls their girlfriends," the first girl continued, tossing her hair, looking down her nose.

"Look at them! One is a village girl, and the other is a village boy, or should I say monkey? What a pair, truly out of this world," the second girl said, covering her mouth to hide a laugh, her eyes sharp.

Everyone in the shop started laughing along with them. I felt a surge of cold, blinding anger. I would not have felt bad if they had said anything only to me, but they had publicly humiliated Sital Didi and Sweta Didi. My fists clenched hard at my sides. I was getting up from my seat, ready to teach those two girls a lesson they would not forget. But Sital Didi quickly reached out, gripped my hand hard, and pulled me back down.

"Let it go, Avi. These two are always like this. Why do you want to spoil your mood and ours by getting involved in a fight with them?" Sital Didi whispered urgently, holding my wrist tight.

"They just openly mocked and humiliated you both. Still, you're stopping me?" I hissed, my jaw tight, my eyes burning with rage.

"We'll end this fight in a different, better way," Sital Didi said, her eyes narrowing with determination, her grip firm. "We'll show them tomorrow that you are much better than any of the boys they know in this city."

"What are you going to do tomorrow, Didi?" I asked, my anger still simmering, looking at her intently.

"That, my dear Avi, you will find out tomorrow. Now, let's just eat the golgappe," Sital Didi said, pushing a plate toward me, forcing me to shift my focus.

I controlled myself with immense effort, taking a deep, ragged breath. Then we all started eating the golgappe. We quickly ate the tangy, crisp balls. I paid the vendor immediately.

"What are you doing, Avi?" Sweta Didi asked, surprised, looking at the money in my hand.

"I'm giving the money for the food," I explained.

"You're a guest here, Avi. You just enjoy your time, eat, and roam around. We will pay for everything," Sweta Didi insisted, trying to take the change.

"Whether you give it or I give it, it's the same thing—we're family," I countered, putting the change back in my pocket.

"Now that you've given it, let it go. But don't do this from tomorrow," Poonam Didi warned, shaking her finger, her expression softening.

"Yes, Poonam Ji," I agreed.

"And stop saying 'Ji' after everything," Poonam Didi said, smiling playfully.

"Okay, Poonam Didi," I corrected myself instantly, nodding.

"You catch on quickly, Avi," Poonam Didi complimented me with a laugh, linking her arm with mine.

Then we came home. After coming home, we ate a late dinner. After eating, Didi, Raj, I, and Jyoti Bua sat together talking. Raj had slept in the bus, and I had slept in the evening, so none of us felt sleepy. Sometimes we talked about the village life, and sometimes Didi told us fascinating stories about the city. We kept talking and sharing until 11:00 PM. Then, finally, we all went to sleep.

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## Update 128: The Terrace Encounter and the City Park (Avi and Sital Didi)

My sleep broke early, at 6:00 AM. I immediately headed to the terrace to get my blood pumping. I had very few casual clothes, so I took off my shirt and started exercising. My body quickly got drenched in sweat from the strenuous workout. There wasn't much space between Jyoti Bua's house and the house next door; both houses' terraces were practically attached. On the adjacent terrace, two girls were doing yoga. I recognized them instantly: they were the same twin girls who had laughed at me at the *golgappe* shop the previous evening. I did not pay much attention to them, focusing on the burn in my muscles.

After exercising for a full hour, I was dripping with sweat and went back to the room to take a bath. By 8:00 AM, everyone was freshened up and sitting down for breakfast. Uncle had also returned from his night shift. After having breakfast, Uncle retired to his room to sleep.

"Avi. Poonam Didi and I are going to college now. We'll be back in the afternoon. Then we'll go for a proper trip," Sweta Didi said, sipping her tea, looking at the clock.

"It's much better to go in the afternoon than in the morning heat. You both go to college. Until then, Raj and I will go out with Sital Didi," I suggested, taking a bite of my food.

"Yes, Didi. I'll show Avi and Raj the large park nearby," Sital Didi volunteered brightly, grabbing her keys.

Sweta Didi leaned forward and whispered something into Sital Didi's ear, her eyes suddenly serious.

"Sital, you know exactly what kind of park that is after the early morning hours," Sweta Didi murmured, glancing at Raj, her voice low.

"Didi, all that *adult* stuff happens in the late evening, not so early in the morning. And we won't go deep into the secluded parts," Sital Didi promised, waving off the concern, rolling her eyes a little.

"Okay, but keep a very sharp eye on Raj so he doesn't accidentally see anything dirty," Sweta Didi cautioned, her brow furrowed.

"I'll handle it, don't worry," Sital Didi reassured her, patting her arm.

Sweta Didi and Poonam Didi soon left for college.

"Let's go, too," Sital Didi said, jumping up and grabbing her purse.

Sital Didi, Raj, and I left for our excursion. We came to a massive, sprawling park. Raj immediately ran off to play on the swings and slides. Sital Didi and I found a quiet bench under a tree and sat down.

"Didi, how did your final papers go?" I asked, making conversation, watching Raj run.

"They were good, thankfully. I think I did well. How were yours?" Sital Didi asked, smoothing her dress, looking over at me.

"Mine were good too. I'm hoping for a decent result," I replied, feeling optimistic.

"And Komal's? She's always studying," Sital Didi inquired about her cousin, leaning back against the bench.

"She'll probably come first in the entire college," I said confidently, smiling.

"What have you thought of doing next year, after the tenth?" Sital Didi asked, looking at me intently, her expression serious.

"I think I'll take Arts since it's easier. Komal will probably take Science," I explained my plan honestly.

"Stay far away from Arts, Avi. You need to take Science like Komal," Sital Didi advised, shaking her head firmly.

"But you have to study much, much more in Science," I pointed out, wrinkling my nose, disliking the idea.

"It doesn't matter. Do this: if you get good marks, take Science. Otherwise, reluctantly take Arts," Sital Didi suggested a compromise, tapping her fingers.

"Yes, that sounds like a good plan. But in our small village, they only teach Arts at the higher level," I reminded her of the difficulty.

"Then you can come to the city and study after the tenth. Komal will also get your company here," Sital Didi said, making it sound appealing, her eyes bright.

"Let's see. By the way, what are *you* going to do now that your exams are over?" I asked, turning the conversation back to her.

"I desperately wanted to become a doctor, but my marks weren't quite high enough for the entrance exams. That's why I'll do a B.Sc. like Didi," Sital Didi confided with a sigh, her voice dropping.

"B.Sc.? Then you'll also get to use Didi's notes and books," I noted, trying to find the upside.

"Leave that boring talk. Tell me, have you made a girlfriend yet, Avi?" Sital Didi asked, nudging my elbow playfully, a mischievous look in her eye.

"Where would all these things happen in the village?" I deflected with a casual laugh, looking away. *(Internal thoughts: It's better that as few people in the family know about Mala as possible.)*

"Looking at you now, with that look of yours, it certainly seems like you have a girlfriend," Sital Didi insisted, crossing her arms, her head tilted.

"Where, Didi? You can ask Komal herself. Besides Komal, no one even talks to me in college," I lied convincingly, shrugging slightly.

"Then you need to start talking to them," Sital Didi countered immediately, her voice firm.

"I can't just do all that initiating," I mumbled, feeling a little shy.

"We'll see about that this afternoon," Sital Didi said, a secret smile playing on her lips, looking forward to the plan.

"What exactly is happening this afternoon?" I asked, confused by her strange excitement.

"If the city girls immediately look at you and check you out after you put on your new city clothes, then I'll understand that you secretly have a girlfriend back home," Sital Didi explained her strange test, her eyes challenging me.

"Nothing like that will happen, Didi. And you don't find out about a boy's love life just by watching girls look at him," I argued, amused, trying to hold back a smile.

"Oh, it will happen like this, trust me. If the city girls start looking at you in new clothes, then even the village girls must be looking at you in your village clothes. You are perfect to be a perfect boyfriend in every way. And I'm sure that today the city girls will practically sigh looking at you. If that happens, Avi, you'll have to promise me you'll make a girlfriend," Sital Didi said, her voice full of confidence, holding out her hand.

"Okay, let's see. It seems to me that *you* must have a boyfriend, Didi," I said, turning the tables on her, a teasing glint in my eye.

"I do not have a boyfriend," Sital Didi said, looking away quickly, crossing her arms tightly.

"That can't possibly be true. A beautiful girl like you?" I challenged, leaning closer to her.

"These city boys first make girls their girlfriends, then they secretly make videos of them fucking and then blackmail them for money. Or, they first love a girl deeply, and after their *work is done*, they immediately betray the girl and abandon them," Sital Didi said, her voice turning hard and resentful, staring straight ahead.

"Not everyone is like that, Didi," I insisted gently, feeling a pang of sympathy.

"It happened to one of my close friends, Avi. Her boyfriend recorded their fucking. And by blackmailing my friend, he completely ruined her life and reputation. The same thing happened with my other friend. Her boyfriend first showered her with love, then had his fun, and as soon as he found another girl, he left my friend like a discarded doll. After this happened with both my friends, I stay far, far away from all this romance and love," Sital Didi concluded, a visible shiver running down her arm.

"Poor boys," I said softly, a mischievous glint in my eye.

"Why 'poor'?" Sital Didi asked, narrowing her eyes, turning back to me.

"If such a beautiful girl like you thinks like this about them, then the poor boys will die of heartbreak," I said, and immediately started running away from the bench, laughing hard.

"Stop right there, Avi! I'll show you now!" Sital Didi shouted, chasing after me, jumping up from the bench.

"Not me! Show your anger to the boys you hate!" I shouted back, running faster.

Sital Didi quickly caught me by the arm, her chest heaving from the sprint.

"Now what were you saying about my beauty? Tell me again," Sital Didi demanded, holding me tight, trying to look angry.

"I was just joking, Didi. You're the one who is too fast to believe me," I said, still grinning, catching my breath.

"You've started joking too much since you came to the city. But thank you for the compliment, Avi. It was sweet," Sital Didi admitted, her anger dissolving into a happy smile, letting go of my arm.

Then we walked around in the park for a while. Raj kept playing happily on the slides. Sital Didi and I kept walking and went deeper into the park, the trees becoming denser. No one came to this isolated side of the park. We were walking while talking when we suddenly saw a pair of naked feet sticking out from behind a large, thick tree trunk. Then we heard soft, rhythmic moaning sounds coming from behind the tree. *How can they possibly be doing such things so early in the morning, out in a public park?* Sital Didi froze, staring transfixed at the tree, her eyes wide.

I quickly broke the tension. I bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it hard into the bushes nearby, making a loud rustling sound. Hearing the sharp noise of the stone hitting the leaves, Sital Didi snapped back to reality, her eyes wide and startled. We quickly turned and walked back toward Raj. Didi was not making any eye contact with me, her face flushed crimson, her breathing shallow.

I broke the silence. "Didi, let's go eat ice cream," I suggested, needing a quick escape from the park. Raj instantly jumped up and down, cheering at the name of ice cream. Sital Didi, relieved by the change in topic, agreed: "Let's go. We get ice cream nearby."

We came to a bustling ice cream shop. We sat down at a small table. We ordered our ice creams. A boy and a girl were sitting at the table next to us, openly kissing, their faces pressed tightly together. Raj's back was turned to them, and he was busy attacking his ice cream. Sital Didi and I could not help but look at the public display. Sital Didi's face had turned dark red again, and she was shifting uncomfortably. I felt it was better to leave this place immediately. I could not watch this display of affection and intimacy in front of Didi. We quickly finished our ice creams and rushed back home.

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## Update 129: The Shopping Spree and the Bike Ride (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi)

We all came home from the park. Sweta Didi and Poonam Didi had also returned from college. We gathered for lunch. Uncle finished his meal and then went to sleep. After sitting for a while, Sweta Didi clapped her hands together.

"Let's go shopping now," Sweta Didi announced, looking at all of us.

"Yes, let's go! I've been waiting for this since morning," Sital Didi agreed, bouncing on the sofa excitedly.

"I'll freshen up in ten minutes and be right back," I said, getting up quickly, eager to start.

"What should we do about Raj?" Poonam Didi wondered out loud, looking at the small boy who was already drowsy from playing.

"He played too much in the park this morning. He can't roam around in the market for three hours, or he'll get tired quickly and start complaining," Sital Didi reasoned, shaking her head.

"Let's give him a video game to play on my phone," Sweta Didi suggested, pulling out her mobile.

"Yes, that will be perfect," Sital Didi agreed.

"But how will we all get to the mall?" I asked, looking at the number of people.

"Sweta and I will go on the scooty," Poonam Didi decided, grabbing her keys. "Sital and you take Papa's bike."

"You know how to ride a bike properly, right, Avi?" Sital Didi asked, raising an eyebrow at me, her expression skeptical.

"Yes, I've ridden a bike many times in the village fields and on the roads," I confirmed, standing tall.

"This is not a village road, Avi. This is a city, with traffic and cars everywhere," Sital Didi reminded me, her eyes darting nervously.

"Don't worry, Didi. I can handle it," I reassured her with a confident grin.

"Good. Because I want to go with you. I'm going to sit on your bike," Sital Didi said, a flicker of excitement in her eyes, smiling broadly.

"Didi, you trust me to keep you safe," I vowed, my voice earnest.

"Everyone get ready in fifteen minutes. Then we'll leave," Sweta Didi finalized the plan, looking at her watch.

I came back to the room. After a quick wash and changing into a clean set of village clothes, I took out the money from the bag. I had a total of 60,000 rupees from all three Chachis. Chacha had also given me 5,000 rupees for travel. I kept Chacha's money separate in the bag and took the large wad of cash given by Chachi downstairs.

"Okay, let's go now," Sital Didi announced, pulling me toward the door impatiently.

"The shopping will take at least three or four hours. It's good there won't be much crowd in the afternoon heat," Poonam Didi observed as we stepped outside into the strong sun.

"The bike keys?" I asked, looking at the two vehicles parked in the driveway.

"Wait, I'll bring them. Until then, you wait outside," Sweta Didi said, running back inside to the house.

Sweta Didi brought the keys. Poonam Didi mounted her scooty, starting the engine with a kick. I swung my leg over the heavy bike. Poonam Didi took the lead. Sital Didi climbed onto the bike behind me. It was the first time a girl was sitting on my bike like this. Sital Didi was sitting like a boy, straddling the seat. She quickly wrapped her arms around my waist, holding me tightly. Her soft breasts were pressing firmly against my back through my thin shirt. **My blood pressure spiked immediately, feeling the warm weight against me. A hot flush spread across my neck and face. My lunď hardened instantly, pressing against my pants.**

I could not allow myself to think anything wrong about Sital Didi, not after all her kindness and trust. A wave of guilt washed over the brief rush of excitement. I immediately clenched my jaw and focused all my attention on the heavy bike, the clutch, and the steering. I started concentrating fiercely on riding the bike properly through the city traffic, trying to ignore the warmth at my back.

After about twenty minutes of careful riding, following the tail-light of the scooty, we reached a massive, glass-fronted mall. I kept staring at the building—it was huge, glittering under the afternoon sun. It was my first time seeing such a place. We parked the vehicles and went inside the mall. There were not many people inside. How could there be? Who comes out of the house in the blistering month of May, and in the middle of the afternoon? But as many people as there were, they were almost all couples.

Sweta Didi and Poonam Didi walked together, chatting. Sital Didi and I followed close behind them. Sweta Didi led us into a large ladies' clothing shop. I looked around once. There were only girls' dresses and women's outfits here. I thought, *Where will I find my clothes here?*

"Avi, aren't you going to buy clothes for us first?" Sital Didi asked, noticing my confusion, her eyes twinkling.

Oh, that's why we came here first. Now I will have to buy gifts for all three of them. Also for Raj, and then a gift for Jyoti Bua too.

"Why not? If I don't buy for my sisters, who else will?" I said, smiling at them, feeling proud to offer.

"We don't need a lot of dresses, Avi. We'll only take one dress each," Sital Didi said, looking at Sweta Didi for confirmation.

"Yes, just one nice dress," Sweta Didi agreed, nodding.

"Take as many as you want. I'm here to spend the money, remember?" I insisted grandly, opening my wallet slightly.

"No. We'll stick to one dress each. We have to buy a lot of things for you too," Sital Didi gently refused, patting my arm.

"Okay. In that case, also take one dress each for Komal, Kavita, and Leena back in the village. And a nice shirt for Raj," I added, expanding the list.

"Okay, that's fair. We'll take for them too. By the way, I've calculated everything in my head," Sweta Didi said, tapping her forehead. "We have enough money for our dresses and for your complete new wardrobe."

"Do you want to buy anything for anyone else in the village?" Sital Didi asked, holding up a shimmering blue saree.

"Yes. Also take three beautiful sarees for the Chachis (Suman, Meena, and Seema)," I requested.

"Okay. Yes, we must. I'll pick those out myself," Sital Didi agreed, her eyes already scanning the racks. "Let's start shopping in earnest now!"

The ladies got seriously busy with their selections. In one fast hour, we had selected all the dresses. They showed me the dresses they had chosen for Komal, Kavita, and Leena. They seriously had a good eye for color and style. Then we came to a separate saree shop. Sweta Didi immediately started looking for sarees that would suit the three Chachis. I pulled Sital Didi closer to me while Sweta Didi was busy looking at fabrics.

"Didi, take one more saree," I whispered to her, my voice low.

"One more for who, Avi?" Sital Didi asked softly, leaning in, her hair brushing my cheek.

"For Jyoti Bua," I specified.

"Yes! Of course. We have to take one for her too, she's hosting us. Okay, I'll find a nice one for her," Sital Didi promised, her eyes lighting up.

The ladies' shopping was done. The total bill came to 22,000 rupees. Sweta Didi walked over to me as I paid the bill.

"I had already done the mental calculation," Sweta Didi said, counting the change quickly. "You have 38,000 rupees left. You'll get very good clothes for yourself in that amount. We were only planning to shop for about eight thousand, but you insisted on buying dresses for everyone," she scolded playfully, pocketing the change.

"It wouldn't look good if I bought for you and not for my other sisters," I explained simply, shrugging.

"You did a good thing by buying gifts for everyone, Avi. Now, let's go eat something first, then we'll shop for you and transform you," Sweta Didi suggested, tucking the bags under her arm.

"Okay," I agreed, my stomach rumbling slightly in response to the word 'eat'.

"What happened? What were you two discussing so quietly?" Sital Didi asked, walking up to us, her eyes curious.

"Nothing important. Didi was just saying that we should grab a quick bite first, then do the rest of the shopping," I lied smoothly, avoiding eye contact with Sweta Didi.

"I only want a cold drink," Poonam Didi declared, fanning herself.

"Me too," Sital Didi seconded, nodding agreement.

"Let's all drink a cold drink, then. Right, Avi?" Sweta Didi asked, looking at me with a decisive look.

What choice did I have? If all three of them wanted to drink a cold drink, I was going to drink one too.

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## Update 130: The Transformation and the Tussle (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi)

After quickly finishing our cold drinks, we returned to the shopping with renewed energy. Sital Didi stayed closely with the salesgirl, organizing the selections. Sweta Didi and Poonam Didi took charge of choosing clothes for me, their excitement palpable. They would hand me a shirt and command, "Wear it and see how it looks." The salesgirl and Sital Didi would scrutinize my appearance, giving me a score. Sometimes they gave me a T-shirt, sometimes a button-down shirt, and sometimes tight-fitting jeans. I started wearing them one by one, checking my reflection in the full-length mirror.

While trying on a sleek, dark blue shirt, my eyes drifted to Sweta Didi. A boy, dressed in fashionable city attire, was trying to engage her in conversation, leaning too close. Sweta Didi was clearly ignoring him, turning her body away stiffly, crossing her arms. I immediately felt a fierce, possessive anger. *He was bothering my Didi.* I quickly unbuttoned the shirt and started walking toward Sweta Didi, my jaw tightening, ready to intercede. Just as I took a step, Sital Didi quickly reached out, grabbed my hand, and stopped me dead in my tracks. By the time I could shake off her grip, that boy had been shrugged off by Sweta Didi and had walked away, looking annoyed.

"Why, Didi? Why did you hold my hand? I would have taught that boy a good lesson for harassing her," I said, my voice low and tight with residual fury, clenching my fist.

"Let it go, Avi," Sital Didi said calmly, shaking her head. "Sweta Didi is strong; she will handle everything herself. It's not worth getting into a fight over."

"But..." I started to protest, my adrenaline still high, looking where the boy had gone.

"You need to pay for all these clothes now. We have more essential shopping to do," Sital Didi steered me back to the counter, her tone firm, pulling me gently.

We went to another shop. I was now struggling with a literal mountain of shopping bags in my hands. Next, we picked up several pairs of sleek leather shoes. We took three new plastic mugs and one pair of stylish sunglasses. Our final stop for clothes was a shop where I involuntarily hesitated. It was a men's underwear shop. Sital Didi looked at me and burst into giggles, covering her mouth, but Sweta Didi and Poonam Didi walked in normally, their expressions completely neutral. After selecting and buying new underwear and vests, we took a few more small, necessary items. All the money was now gone. Sital Didi and I were each loaded down with bags. We wanted to roam around the mall more, but the sheer weight and quantity of the bags forced us to head straight home.

"I'm so exhausted," Poonam Didi sighed, collapsing onto the sofa the moment we entered the hall, dropping her small purse.

We all sank onto the sofa, dropping the bags around us. Raj came running out of the room. He saw the piles of bags and immediately asked what I had brought for him.

"Here, take it," Sweta Didi said, handing him a bag. "You have two new city T-shirts."

Raj happily tore into the bag, pulling out the bright colors. Jyoti Bua also came into the hall, drawn by the noise. I immediately presented her with the saree I had asked Sital Didi to choose for her. Jyoti Bua was visibly happy, her eyes softening as she saw the gift, touching the fabric gently. It was the first time in two days that I saw a proper, gentle smile on Bua's face. The sight made my chest swell with warmth.

"Let's wear the new dresses right now and see how they look!" Sital Didi urged, already reaching for her bag, bouncing on the sofa.

"Wait a moment, Sital," Sweta Didi interrupted, pulling out her phone. "You need to book four tickets for the day after tomorrow. We have too much luggage now to risk the normal bus."

"Okay, I'll go with Avi and do it right now," Sital Didi offered, standing up instantly.

"Do one thing, instead of the state bus, book tickets for a private travel bus. We'll reach the village much faster with that, and there won't be a problem with the luggage either," Sweta Didi instructed, tapping the phone screen.

"Yes. You'll reach your village in three hours with a travel bus," Poonam Didi confirmed, nodding her head.

"Let's go, Avi. Let's go book the tickets," Sital Didi said, pulling herself up and looking at me.

"Let me quickly freshen up first. I'm covered in sweat and dust from the bike ride," I said. "Then we'll go."

"Okay. We'll leave in twenty minutes," Sital Didi agreed.

"I'll go and put the luggage in the room first," I said, gathering the bags and struggling with the weight.

"Come on, Sweta. We'll rest for a bit, then we'll go out and watch a movie in the evening," Poonam Didi suggested to her cousin, standing up.

"We'll take Raj with us too," Sweta Didi decided, looking at the playing boy.

"We'll eat outside afterward," Poonam Didi added, smiling at the thought.

"Okay," Sweta Didi agreed, rubbing her forehead wearily.

"Your mood will also get better after a movie and some food," Poonam Didi said softly, looking at Sweta Didi with concern.

"That boy really spoiled my whole mood back at the mall," Sweta Didi grumbled, her face darkening slightly in memory.

"Forget him. Let me go rest for a while," Sweta Didi said, standing up.

"Go to sleep, my queen," Poonam Didi said, giving her a playful push toward the stairs.

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## Update 131: The New Look and the City's Embrace (Avi and Sital Didi)

After a quick wash, I put on my new city clothes. It felt strange and a little tight—the jeans were nothing like my loose village pajamas—but they looked good. I came downstairs wearing the jeans and a crisp T-shirt. Sital Didi's face lit up instantly.

"I told you! I told you that you'll look like a hero!" Sital Didi exclaimed, circling me once, her eyes wide with approval.

"Leave it, Didi. It's just a change of clothes," I said, feeling a blush creep up my neck, looking at my feet.

"Today, the city girls are absolutely not going to leave you alone," Sital Didi predicted, wagging her finger playfully.

"And what about you, Didi?" I asked, smiling, trying to turn the attention away.

"I've already caught you, haven't I?" Sital Didi returned, playfully clutching my arm, her grip firm.

"Let's go," I said, reaching for the bike keys, ready to leave.

"Ride the bike wearing those new sunglasses," Sital Didi instructed, pointing to the pair I'd bought, her head tilted.

"Why, Didi?" I asked, confused, stopping in the doorway.

"So everyone thinks that you're not my cousin brother, but my boyfriend," Sital Didi explained, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"There's no need for that," I started. Then the realization hit me. "Oh, you want to make those girls jealous, don't you?"

"Something exactly like that. And especially Ria and Zia," Sital Didi confirmed with a conspiratorial whisper, leaning close.

"Who are Ria and Zia again?" I asked, trying to remember the names.

"They are the twins who were laughing at you and me while eating *golgappe* yesterday. Now let's go," Sital Didi urged, pulling me out the door.

We then left for the market, me wearing the glasses and Sital Didi sitting tightly behind me. Sital Didi was holding me so close and so tight that it honestly felt like we were actually a boyfriend and girlfriend couple. We booked the bus tickets quickly.

"Let's go to the park now," Sital Didi suggested immediately after we finished the booking, her voice excited.

"But we have to go to the movie, Didi. We'll get late. Let's go home, and then we can go to the park together later," I reasoned, checking the time.

"Don't worry," Sital Didi said, pulling out her phone. "I'll call Didi (Sweta Didi). I'll tell her to come directly to the cinema. We'll meet them there."

Sital Didi made the call. Poonam Didi was on the other end. Sital Didi handled the negotiation expertly, explaining the change of plan, and then ended the call, putting her phone back quickly.

"Where exactly is the park we are going to?" I asked, mounting the bike, putting the keys in the ignition.

"Follow me. I'll tell you the way," Sital Didi guided, pointing ahead.

We arrived at the park. It was the same park we had visited that morning. But now, it was early evening, and the atmosphere was thick and charged. Most of the people in the park were couples. Many of the boys were restlessly looking at their watches or gazing at the setting sun, clearly waiting for dusk to fully settle. Some couples had already started getting intimate under the cover of the trees. Sital Didi and I sat down under a large tree, just like a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

"The park is quite busy now," I observed, feeling the change in the air, watching the movement.

"Yes. These days, only couples come to this park after sundown," Sital Didi noted, her gaze sweeping the area, her hands resting on my arm.

"It was completely empty and peaceful this morning," I recalled, comparing the two scenes.

"In the evenings, this place is mostly full of couples doing their business," Sital Didi stated matter-of-factly, her voice flat.

"Then we should probably leave," I suggested, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, shifting on the bench.

"We are not going anywhere," Sital Didi insisted, leaning back against the trunk firmly. "I always wanted to come here and see the atmosphere, but I couldn't come alone. That's why I came with you, Avi."

"Why did you want to come to this particular park so badly?" I pressed, curious about her intention.

"I've heard many stories and things about this park from my friends. I just wanted to see it once with my own eyes," Sital Didi confessed, looking around intently.

"There's nothing really worth seeing, Didi. They probably just come here to have fun," I pointed out, gesturing to a discreetly moving shadow nearby.

"Leave it, Avi. We'll only stay for a little while," Sital Didi murmured, already captivated, her eyes fixed on a nearby spot.

"Okay," I agreed, resigning myself, leaning back.

Sital Didi was now staring intently at a couple sitting nearby. They were sitting under a tree just like us. The girl was resting her head on the boy's legs and kissing him deeply. My lunď instantly started getting hard, just like it did in the morning. We were both silently looking at that couple. I don't know what happened to Didi, but she suddenly put her head on my lap, closed her eyes, and started resting. I started looking down at Didi's beautiful, serene face. Today, I realized just how incredibly beautiful and sexy Didi was. After reading that forbidden brother-sister story yesterday, those wrong, exciting thoughts immediately rushed back into my mind as I looked at Sital Didi's beautiful face. My lunď was now rock-hard, pressing intensely against the tight denim. The throbbing was a physical, internal drumming. A bead of sweat traced a line down my side, a visceral response to the forbidden thought. The pressure was intense, and my hard lunď was pressing against Didi's head, which was resting on my lap. Yet, Didi didn't open her eyes or react. I also liked simply looking at Sital Didi's face.

After about twenty minutes, Didi's mobile started ringing loudly. Hearing the sound, we both snapped out of our separate, shared reveries. Sital Didi had been dreaming with her eyes closed, and I had been lost in thought with my eyes wide open. It was Sweta Didi's call. Sital Didi talked for a while.

"Sweta Didi has left the house now. We should also go," Sital Didi said, sitting up smoothly, putting her phone away.

Nothing in Sital Didi's expression revealed what she had been thinking about with her eyes closed. We quickly walked out of the park. We reached the movie theater in about ten minutes. Sweta Didi was waiting for us outside. I bought five tickets. I also bought popcorn and cold drinks. The hall was almost empty. There were about fifty people in the entire theater, most of them couples scattered in the darkness. We sat in our seats. Only we were sitting in our row: first Sweta Didi, then Poonam Didi, then Raj, then Sital Didi next to Raj, and then me on the end seat. The movie started. Raj's eyes were glued to the screen. We all settled down to watch the movie.

But something was clearly running through Sital Didi's mind. Sital Didi quietly put her hand on my hand, which was resting on my leg. I quickly pulled my hand away, startled, looking at her in the dim light. Sital Didi looked at me for a split second, her expression unreadable, but she did not say anything. A moment later, Sital Didi's hand was resting on my legs, very close to my crotch. Just as Sital Didi had placed her hand on my leg, I intentionally placed my hand on top of Sital Didi's hand. This time, Sital Didi looked at me again, her lips curving into a delighted smile. It was as if she had won a small victory. It was as if what she had been thinking about had finally happened. I started gently moving my hand, which was resting on Sital Didi's hand, back and forth on my leg. It was an exciting game. I could not stop myself. My lunď was hard now, throbbing beneath my new jeans. It was getting extremely difficult for me to control the urge to escalate. It was a relief when the interval screen flashed on. I quickly went to the bathroom, relieved the intense pressure on my lunď, and returned. The interval was still going on.

"How are you liking the movie, Avi?" Sital Didi asked, sipping her drink, leaning in slightly.

"It's good. Very different from the movies we see in the village," I replied, taking a gulp of my cold drink.

"What did you like the most about the movie so far?" Sital Didi pressed, leaning closer, watching my face.

"The plot is strong so far. It feels like it will get even better in the second half," I said, avoiding direct eye contact, feeling the warmth of her gaze.

"I also feel the same way," Sital Didi agreed, nodding her head.

The movie started again. I focused on the screen. After only a few minutes, Didi suddenly took my hand and placed it directly onto her thighs. I had not expected this aggressive move. I looked at Didi. She was looking straight at the screen, feigning deep concentration.

It seems Didi definitely likes me. She is genuinely thinking of me as a boyfriend now. But should I really move forward with Didi? Will this be right? It was acceptable with Chachi and Bua—they are from a different generation—but with my Didi? But Didi clearly wants this intimacy. Besides, Didi said she doesn't trust city boys. Is this the reason why Didi is choosing me to be her boyfriend? Didi must be thinking that I won't misuse her trust or betray her like her friend's boyfriends did. Yes, this must be it. But Meena Chachi (Seema Chachi) had strictly warned me not to even think about fucking in the city. I will keep a love relationship with Didi, but I will not fuck her. The book's story about brother-sister fucking can be wrong or a complete lie. I must not think about fucking Didi. Yes, this is the right and safe path.

I began to caress Sital Didi's thighs gently with my hand. Didi's thin pajamas were no barrier to the heat, and because of the thin fabric, I was getting full, thrilling pleasure from the contact. I was enjoying moving my hand on her soft thighs. Sometimes my hand would brush lightly against her panty over her pajamas. I decided I would not go beyond this limit. That's why I only focused on the outer pleasure. Didi's eyes were closed now. Didi was enjoying the caress with her eyes shut, a serene look on her face. The movie ended in no time at all. I quickly pulled my hand away. Didi opened her eyes the moment my hand left her thigh, knowing instantly that the movie was over. Didi quietly adjusted her pajamas. We came out of the hall.

"The movie was excellent," Sweta Didi commented, stretching her arms.

"Yes. It's a different kind of fun to watch a movie in the city with so few people," I agreed, walking out.

"Now let's go to a hotel and eat dinner," Sweta Didi suggested, rubbing her stomach.

"Yes, let's go," I said, eager for more time with Sital Didi, looking at her.

Raj immediately ran to my bike and sat down. Raj was sitting right between me and Sital Didi. Sital Didi looked angry because Raj was in the way, but she couldn't say anything. We sat at a table in the hotel and started eating food. While eating, Sital Didi held my hand again and put it back on her thighs under the table. I knew exactly what to do now. I immediately started doing what I had done in the theater, gently caressing her thigh. But I did not go beyond that safe boundary. After eating dinner, we all had ice cream. Then we came home.

While coming home, Sital Didi managed to tell Raj to ride with Sweta Didi on the scooty. Now it was just me and Sital Didi on the bike. Sweta Didi's scooty was ahead. My bike was right behind it. Sital Didi immediately started caressing my thighs by putting her hands on them from behind. I was having fun, pressing myself against her touch. But this fun didn't last for long. We reached home quickly; the house was very near the hotel.

After coming home, I immediately went to the room. If I had stayed in the hall, I was certain Sital Didi would have asked me to do something more—perhaps even to fuck. And I was strictly resolved not to do that in the city. That's why I retreated to the room. I lay on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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## Update 132: The Final Test and the Bus Ride (Avi and Sital Didi)

I woke up and immediately went to the terrace for my exercise routine. After finishing my workout and freshening up, I came downstairs for breakfast. Today was dedicated entirely to touring the city. Sweta Didi and Poonam Didi rode on the scooty, while Sital Didi and I were on the bike. Raj happily switched between the two, sometimes sitting with us and sometimes with Sweta Didi. The entire day was spent sightseeing and exploring the busy streets.

In the evening, we returned to the area near Jyoti Bua's house and went back to the shop to eat *golgappe*. Today, things were different. Those twin girls, Ria and Zia, weren't laughing at me; they were staring openly, their eyes fixed on my new clothes. Today, it was Sital Didi's turn to enjoy the victory. Sital Didi was talking loudly, ensuring her voice carried so those two girls could hear every word.

"Avi, there are some people who laugh and make fun of others' clothes," Sital Didi said, pushing a *golgappa* into my hand, smiling wide. "But they don't know that no matter what the coconut is like from the outside, it goes to God's house, not the dumpster. You're just like that. Yesterday, your clothes were old, so everyone was laughing at you. But today, look at how they're staring at you with their eyes wide open," she finished, smiling triumphantly at the twins, her voice ringing with satisfaction.

We were enjoying the sight and eating our *golgappe*. The two girls, Ria and Zia, clearly realized their mistake, their faces flushing red, but they didn't apologize. Instead, they lowered their heads and quickly left the shop for home, hurrying away. After finishing our *golgappe*, we returned to Jyoti Bua's house. After eating dinner, the day finally ended.

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Next Day. Today was the day we had to go back to the village. Our travel bus was scheduled to leave at 3:00 PM. Sweta Didi and Sital Didi spent the morning packing all the new clothes and gifts. The whole day seemed to disappear with packing and final preparations. It was 2:30 PM in no time.

"Avi, you must keep coming back to our house. I didn't even realize how quickly three days passed with you here," Poonam Didi said sadly, hugging me goodbye, holding me tight.

"Next time, I'll definitely come for more days," I promised, hugging her back.

We sat down inside the luxurious travel bus. Raj and Sital Didi both instantly wanted the window seat. Raj sat firmly on the window seat next to Sweta Didi. Sital Didi then sat next to me, taking the second window seat in our row. Our journey back to the village had begun. The travel bus was a direct service and wasn't scheduled to stop anywhere in between. Everyone was drowsy and soon fell asleep because of the afternoon heat and the smooth motion of the bus. Sital Didi put her hand into mine and was gazing out the window, her thumb softly stroking my skin.

"Didi, can I ask you something serious?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, leaning close.

"Yes, ask anything," Sital Didi replied, still looking outside, her hand still stroking my skin.

"Do you... like me?" I asked, feeling my heart pound hard against my ribs.

"Yes," Sital Didi said simply, turning her head slightly.

"I'm not asking as a brother," I clarified, tightening my grip on her hand, holding it still.

"I know exactly what you're asking, Avi," Sital Didi replied, finally turning her head to look at me, her eyes steady.

"Have you started loving me?" I pressed, my voice still low.

"I don't know," Sital Didi said, her brow furrowing, looking confused.

"What kind of an answer is that, Didi? I didn't understand," I frowned, shaking my head a little.

"I like you, Avi. But if I start loving you, truly loving you, I don't know what the final outcome will be," Sital Didi explained, the memory of her friends' ruined lives clearly clouding her face, her eyes holding sadness.

"Then why don't you make some other boy your boyfriend instead of me?" I suggested, trying to release myself from the complicated situation, looking around the bus.

"After what happened to my friend, I simply don't trust anyone else in the world," Sital Didi said, squeezing my hand tightly.

"Then is there any special reason for doing all this with me?" I asked, looking her straight in the eye, seeking a true answer.

"You're my brother, Avi. You can't betray me or hurt me the way those city boys did," Sital Didi stated, laying bare her vulnerability, her voice soft but strong.

"Should we really continue all this *boyfriend-girlfriend* game, then?" I asked one last time, my thumb rubbing her knuckles.

"Why? Didn't you like it?" Sital Didi challenged, her voice softening, a small smile appearing.

"I liked it immensely, but..." I began, trailing off, feeling the difficulty of the situation.

"That's exactly why I asked you if you had any girlfriend when we first talked. You said you didn't have any girlfriend," Sital Didi reminded me, her smile gone.

"I lied to you, Didi," I confessed quietly, looking down at our joined hands.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Sital Didi asked, her eyes searching mine for the truth, her breathing quickening.

"I don't have a girlfriend. And I will never make one," I clarified, looking back at her.

"But you just said..." Sital Didi started, confused, pulling her hand away slightly.

I took a deep breath and told Didi the whole story about Mala—the depth of my bond with her and the commitment I felt, speaking in a low, rushed whisper.

"That means you won't keep a girlfriend now because of your bond with Mala?" Sital Didi asked, her face falling, her shoulders slumping.

"No," I confirmed, shaking my head.

"You won't even make me your girlfriend?" Sital Didi asked, her voice cracking slightly, her eyes widening.

"I'm going to stay away from the whole girlfriend mess forever," I said, looking away, feeling sad for her.

Tears welled up quickly in Sital Didi's eyes, blurring her vision.

I quickly turned back to her. "Wait, I'm going to stay away from the girlfriend mess. But you can consider me your boyfriend," I amended, correcting my confusing statement, touching her cheek.

"I didn't understand anything, Avi," Sital Didi sniffled, wiping a tear with the back of her hand.

"As long as you don't find another boyfriend you can truly trust, I'll be your boyfriend," I repeated clearly, trying to make the promise simple.

"Then I'm your girlfriend," Sital Didi said, a flicker of hope returning to her face, leaning toward me.

"Yes. But I can't give you the deep, wedding-like love I gave to Mala," I cautioned, ensuring the boundaries were set, my gaze serious.

"Okay. You were giving wedding-like love to Mala. Just give me love like a girlfriend," Sital Didi accepted with a smile, leaning back happily.

"Okay," I agreed, sealing the strange, new relationship with a nod.

"And don't hold back or back down thinking of me as your sister," Sital Didi added, her gaze intense, her voice firm.

"I still didn't understand what you mean," I admitted, confused by her sudden intensity, raising an eyebrow.

"Do everything with me that a boyfriend does with his girlfriend," Sital Didi clarified, whispering the forbidden permission into my ear.

"If you don't have any problem with that, what problem could I possibly have?" I said, my heart starting to race, my mouth suddenly dry.

Sital Didi looked quickly behind her to see what Sweta Didi was doing. Sweta Didi and Raj were both deeply asleep, their heads leaning against each other. Sital Didi quickly turned back to me and started kissing me, her mouth pressed eagerly against mine. I closed my eyes and started kissing Sital Didi back, the intensity surprising me. My hands instinctively gripped her shoulders, pulling her closer into the small space. Her tongue found mine, a deep, thrilling violation of every boundary I had set. A powerful surge of lust flooded my system, making my ears ring. After about one minute, the kiss broke, leaving us both breathless, our chests heaving. As soon as the kiss ended, Sital Didi looked absolutely delighted, her eyes shining with triumph and happiness. After kissing, Sital Didi immediately started looking out the window, trying to appear normal, while I stared at Sital Didi's beautiful, flushed face, still feeling the heat of her lips. After a while, Sital Didi also fell asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. I started waiting patiently for the bus to finally reach the village, watching the countryside rush by.

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## Update 133: The Hero's Return and the Chachis' Interrogation (Avi and Chachis)

We reached the Tehsil (block headquarters) at 6:00 PM. After heaving the luggage out of the travel bus, we immediately took a large taxi instead of the local bus. We had accumulated so much luggage that it would have been impossible to handle on a crowded public bus. Plus, the taxi could drop us right in front of the houses. The journey to the village took only twenty minutes by taxi.

The taxi first stopped in front of Pooja Bua's house. After climbing out of the taxi, Raj ran straight inside the gate, shouting for Bua (his mother). Sweta Didi and Sital (I made sure to think of her without the Didi suffix in my mind now) followed him inside. I started pulling the mountain of luggage out of the taxi. I brought Sweta Didi's, Sital's, and Raj's bags inside Pooja Bua's house. I quickly greeted Bua, said a brief goodbye to Sweta Didi and Sital, and got back into the taxi to be taken to my house.

Hearing the distinct sound of the taxi pulling up, Suman Chachi came running outside. I quickly took the luggage out of the taxi. The taxi driver was paid and sped away. By then, all three Chachis were standing at the door.

The moment Suman Chachi saw me, she rushed forward and hugged me tightly. Meena Chachi and Seema Chachi also hugged me one by one, their concern and relief palpable. We all went inside the house. I sat down on the sofa, feeling exhausted but happy. Seema Chachi quickly brought a glass of water for me.

"You've come back a completely different person, a hero!" Meena Chachi declared, eyeing my new clothes up and down.

"I've come back just as I went," I countered, shrugging slightly.

"Let me see closely," Suman Chachi said, squinting, stepping closer. "Oh, yes, Meena! He has changed completely!"

"Did he change only from the outside, or from the inside too, Avi?" Seema Chachi asked, her eyes sharp and suspicious, narrowing them at me.

"Chachi, I'm the same Avi I was before, I promise. I've only changed from the outside. That means I've only shed my old skin like a snake," I said, offering a playful explanation, holding up my hands.

"Nonsense! You've changed completely from top to bottom," Meena Chachi insisted, pointing at my tight jeans. "Where yesterday you used to wear simple, loose pants and a shirt, look at you today! You've come back wearing tight jeans, a fitted T-shirt, those black goggles, and these new city shoes!"

"Who got all this for you, Avi?" Suman Chachi asked, her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.

"You only gave me the money for it," I reminded them, trying to look innocent.

"Didi, did you also give Avi money for clothes?" Seema Chachi asked Suman Chachi, surprised by the expense.

"Not only Suman Chachi, but you and Meena Chachi also gave me money," I clarified, pointing to the two women.

"But who chose such *good* clothes? They are so stylish," Meena Chachi asked, genuinely impressed, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi helped me choose everything," I said, listing the names.

"Ah! All the girls chose them. That means girls will instantly go after you now," Meena Chachi teased, wagging her finger, laughing softly.

"What are you saying, Chachi? You say anything at all," I replied, feeling myself blush, looking down at my hands.

"Is this Poonam, Jyoti's daughter—the one living in the city?" Suman Chachi asked, wanting to be sure.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Did you bring everything only for yourself, or did you bring something for us too, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked hopefully, looking at the pile of bags.

"He must not have brought anything for us, Meena," Seema Chachi said with a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes.

"I've brought beautiful sarees for all of you," I announced, pointing to the bags proudly.

Seema Chachi immediately pounced on one bag and started trying to open it to see the saree, tugging at the zip. The zip was jammed.

"Wait, Chachi, I'll open it," I said, quickly going over to help, pulling the zip open.

After opening the bag, I took out the three sarees and gave one to Suman Chachi, one to Seema Chachi, and one to Meena Chachi. The Chachis were ecstatic seeing the lovely sarees.

"It's been so many years since someone brought something for us, just out of affection. Right, Meena?" Suman Chachi said, holding the saree against her chest, her eyes shining.

"Yes. This is the most beautiful gift for us so far, Suman," Meena Chachi agreed, running her hand over the fabric, admiring the color.

"Whose are these small girls' dresses in this bag?" Seema Chachi asked, picking up a smaller bag, confused.

"They must be Sweta's or Sital's extras," Meena Chachi guessed, shrugging a little.

"No, they're not theirs. I've brought those for Komal, Kavita, and Leena," I clarified, pointing to the bag.

"You did well by thinking of bringing something for them too," Suman Chachi praised me, nodding with approval, smiling gently.

"Didi, now Avi is finally becoming a sensible young man," Meena Chachi noted. "Wait, if you brought a dress for Komal, then you must have given something to Sweta and Sital too, right?"

"Yes. I gave one dress each to Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi. I also gave a shirt to Raj. And I gave one saree to Jyoti Bua," I accounted for all my purchases, ticking them off on my fingers.

"You did very well by giving dresses to Jyoti and Poonam," Suman Chachi said, satisfied with my generosity to the city family.

"And this small box is for Chacha," I said, setting it aside on the table.

"Leave that for now. Tell me what all you've bought for yourself, Avi. Show us everything!" Meena Chachi demanded, practically bouncing with excitement, grabbing a large bag.

"Wait, I'll check this bag," Seema Chachi said, pulling over a large, stuffed bag. "This whole thing is full of clothes!"

Seema Chachi opened another bag and started looking through the new clothes, one by one, examining the labels.

"So many clothes! You don't need to buy anything for at least one or two years," Seema Chachi exclaimed, holding up a pair of new jeans in disbelief.

"Yes, so many clothes! Meena, how much money did you two give Avi, exactly?" Suman Chachi asked her sisters-in-law, her voice low.

"I gave him 20,000 rupees," Seema Chachi admitted quietly, looking guilty.

"I also gave him 25,000 rupees," Meena Chachi confessed, covering her mouth.

"That means you bought clothes worth 60,000 rupees! If his Chacha finds out about this huge expense..." Suman Chachi worried, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

"We'll just say that Jyoti Bua gave them to him as gifts. He looks like a good boy now, she must have helped him," Meena Chachi quickly came up with a cover story, nodding decisively.

"Wait, Avi! What is this strange thing?" Seema Chachi asked, holding up a pair of my new boxer briefs, perplexed by the modern design, wrinkling her nose. "Who did you bring this tiny thing for?"

"For me, Chachi," I said simply, feeling my face heat up.

"What? Will you wear girls' underpants now?" Seema Chachi gasped, holding the fabric away from her as if it were contaminated, her eyes wide.

"Chachi, in the city, boys and men wear this kind of underwear now. It's much more comfortable," I explained, slightly embarrassed, wishing she would put it down.

"Nothing happens, Suman Chachi. Let him wear it. Sweta must have told him to buy them," Meena Chachi said, waving it off, taking the underwear from Seema Chachi.

Saying this, all three Chachis burst into laughter. I took the remaining bags and quickly put them in my room. After a while, Chachaji came home. After giving the gift to Chachaji, we all sat down and ate dinner. After eating, all three Chachis immediately followed me and sat in my room, their curiosity burning. They started asking me every single detail about the city and what I saw. Our conversation continued like this late into the night.

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## Update 134: The Village Hero and the Field Rendezvous (Avi and Sital)

The familiar rhythm of village life started again. I woke up in the morning, went through my exercise routine, and then decided to walk to Neha Bua's house. On the way, every person I met was visibly shocked to see my new appearance. Most people offered compliments, praising my new look. Two or three girls I passed kept their eyes fixed on me, staring until I completely walked out of their sight.

I soon arrived at Neha Bua's house. Komal's face brightened with a genuine glow the moment she saw me in the city clothes. Kavita immediately ran up and hugged me fiercely. Komal told me I had changed completely after going to the city, her voice full of admiration. I just smiled, enjoying the attention. I gave the dresses to Komal and Kavita. Komal looked happy, gently holding the fabric, but Kavita jumped with excitement and hugged me again. Neha Bua looked at the dress and just commented that it was "okay," not overly enthusiastic. Komal and Kavita went to the room to try on the new outfits. After a while, they both came out. Komal looked exceptionally beautiful in her new dress, but because Neha Bua was standing right there, I couldn't say anything.

I then took Komal and Kavita and walked to Neeta Bua's house. Neeta Bua looked genuinely happy to see me. I took the final dress out of the bag and handed it to Leena. Leena was thrilled to see the new dress. She hugged me tightly and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Seeing this, the happy glow on Komal's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a subtle pout. Neeta Bua made breakfast for me. While having breakfast, I told Neeta Bua that Sweta Didi and Sital Didi had arrived.

After breakfast, I came to Pooja Bua's house with Komal, Kavita, and Leena. Komal initially showed her displeasure to Sweta Didi for not coming to the village for so long. But as soon as Sweta Didi sincerely apologized, Komal's displeasure vanished quickly. We all sat together, sharing stories and catching up. Seeing all of us cousins united, tears came into Pooja Bua's eyes. These were clearly tears of pure happiness.

"How are you, Komal?" Sweta Didi asked, smiling warmly.

"I'm fine, Didi," Komal replied.

"How were your final papers?" Sweta Didi inquired, leaning forward slightly.

"They were good," Komal said modestly, looking down.

"Komal's papers were not just good, Didi. They were very, very good," I insisted proudly, smiling at Komal.

"You seem to know a lot about Komal's studies," Sital (I thought, keeping the distance) said, leaning toward me, a curious look in her eyes.

"We used to study together every day, that's why I know," I explained simply, shrugging.

"What have you decided to do next year?" Sweta Didi asked, looking at both of us, her expression serious.

"I'm definitely going to take Science," Komal announced confidently, sitting up straight.

"I'll also take Science," I said, a decision solidified under the heat of the moment, meeting Sital's gaze.

Sital had told me to take Science. Now I had to say it in front of Sital, but I'll make the final decision after the result comes out.

"Get admission in the same college, you two. You'll get so much help from each other in studying," Sweta Didi suggested, nodding her head.

"We'll worry about all that after the result is out," Sital Didi interjected, clapping her hands, ready to change the topic. "Now let's play some game."

"What do you want to play?" Sweta Didi asked.

"It's better to watch a movie than to play. We can all sit and watch," Komal suggested, looking excited, her eyes bright.

"Didi, let's watch it on your laptop!" Sital Didi pleaded with Sweta Didi, tilting her head.

"Okay. Let's go to the room. Komal, call Kavita and Leena in too," Sweta Didi agreed, standing up.

Komal called Kavita and Leena from the other room.

"Let's watch a great action movie," I proposed, looking forward to some fast-paced thrills.

"Not an action movie, Avi! Let's watch a romantic movie," Sital Didi argued, looking at Komal for support. "Which movie do you want to watch, Komal?"

"Sital, you go ahead and put on the movie. I'll call Poonam Didi and come back," Sweta Didi said, stepping out of the room.

"Now I am definitely going to put on a romantic movie," Sital Didi whispered mischievously, winking at me.

"Put on anything, Didi. But quickly start it," I urged, wanting the movie to begin.

Sital Didi put on the movie. Kavita and Leena were sitting on the floor watching. Raj also sat down with Kavita. I sat on the large bed and started watching. Sital was on one side of me, and Komal was on the other. Komal was sitting a little forward, closer to the laptop screen. The movie started.

Sital also started her work immediately. This time, Sital's hand was not on my thighs, but she reached right for my lunď. Sital quickly put a small cushion and covered my lunď with a pillow so that it would not be awkward for her to play with it. The moment Sital's hand touched my lunď, my lunď instantly became rock-hard. After a few seconds of her caress, I thought, *If Sital can touch my lunď so freely, why should I hold back? If the melon is ready to be cut, the knife should not delay.*

Without hesitation, I also put my hand onto Sital's pussy, gently pressing through her thin pajamas. The softness was intoxicating. The moment my fingers confirmed contact with Sital's pussy, the door opened sharply. Sweta Didi came inside the room. I quickly removed my hand from Sital's pussy. Sital simultaneously withdrew her hand from my lunď. Sweta Didi came and sat down near us and started watching the movie. A deeply romantic scene was playing: the hero was proposing to the heroine, and after proposing, they were hugging passionately. Seeing this, Sweta Didi abruptly stood up. She strode to the laptop and turned the movie off completely.

"Let's watch an action movie instead," Sweta Didi said, her voice unusually flat, not looking at anyone.

"Didi, but this movie is also good!" Kavita complained, disappointed, pouting.

"Didi, why did you turn off the movie right in the middle?" Leena whined, crossing her arms.

"It was getting so good," Komal said, frowning, looking at Sweta Didi.

"Let's watch an action movie," Sweta Didi repeated, her voice containing an undeniable edge of anger.

Seeing Sweta Didi's sudden display of temper, Sital quickly supported her sister.

"Didi, put on an action movie. We'll watch that instead. Komal, we'll watch this romantic movie some other time," Sital Didi conceded quickly, looking concerned.

"Okay," Komal agreed, settling back down.

What happened to Sweta Didi? Why did she suddenly turn off the movie and act so angry? Something is definitely bothering her. And Sital was so keen to watch a romantic movie, and now she's suddenly ready to watch an action movie at Sweta Didi's command. Sweta Didi put on the action movie. We started watching the fight scenes. After the movie ended, Komal, Kavita, and Leena all left for their respective houses.

"Sital, come with me to the fields this evening. I'll show you the fields and the crops," I suggested, needing a private moment with her, keeping my voice casual.

"Why not? It's been so many days since I went to the fields," Sital Didi agreed happily. "Didi (Sweta), will you come too?"

"You two go. I'll see the fields some other time," Sweta Didi declined, rubbing her temples, looking tired.

"Okay. I'll show Sital Didi the crops. I'll come to pick you up at your house in the evening," I said to Sital.

"I'll be ready," Sital promised, her eyes sparkling.

I then went home. After having a quick lunch, I fell asleep. Before sleeping, I made sure to tell Chachi that I was going to the fields that evening.

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In the evening, I took Sital with me to the far side of the fields. Sital was enjoying seeing the greenery with me, looking around curiously. Today, Kamala Kaki had not come to work in the fields. I took Sital to the secluded spot near a large tree where Kamala Kaki usually worked. I knew absolutely no one else ever came to this isolated corner. I pulled Sital close to the tree and immediately started kissing her. Sital was thrilled by my kiss, leaning fully into me.

Sital also gave me her full support, kissing me back aggressively, her lips moving strongly against mine. While kissing, we started sucking each other's lips deeply. Sucking Sital's lips made my lunď go instantly hard. The rigid lunď was rubbing rhythmically against Sital's pussy over our clothes. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Sital was also breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, her face flushed. After becoming normal again, Sital looked down at the large bulge in my jeans and burst into laughter.

"You're all ready for action," Sital teased, pointing at my lunď, still giggling.

"I simply can't control myself seeing you, Sital," I confessed honestly, my voice rough.

"Will it be right to do it here and now?" Sital asked, her eyes darting around the empty space nervously.

"Not today. Tomorrow afternoon. Let's do it here in the fields in the afternoon. No one, absolutely no one, comes here in the midday heat. Let's make love then," I suggested a time and place, holding her gaze.

"I'm completely ready," Sital said, her smile wide with excitement. "But I honestly thought you'd refuse to have sex with me after all our talk."

"The man who would refuse you must be insane," I declared, pulling her closer again.

As soon as I said this, I pressed Sital's breasts hard through her dress.

"Your breasts are so soft," I whispered, running my thumb over the peak, feeling the warmth.

"What did you just say? Breasts?" Sital asked, and she started laughing again, covering her mouth.

"Why are you laughing now?" I asked, confused by her reaction, looking into her eyes.

"Nothing, Avi. I've heard the word 'breasts' from someone's mouth after a long time. In the city, they mostly call them 'boobs'," Sital explained, still giggling.

"The village word sounds better to me," I said, smiling at her innocence.

"It seems like you don't know many city words yet. It's okay. I'll tell you everything tomorrow," Sital said, pulling away slightly, smoothing her dress. "Let's go now. If anyone sees us here, there will be serious trouble."

"Okay, but remember: tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 PM," I confirmed the time, my voice firm.

"Let's go," Sital said, taking my hand.

We walked back through the fields. Then we left for home.

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