Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 135: The Forbidden Pact and the Reluctant Ally (Avi and Meena Chachi)

After finishing all the morning tasks and rituals, I walked over to Pooja Bua's house. Everyone—Sweta Didi, Poonam Didi, Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena—was sitting and playing a card game in Sweta Didi's room. I joined in their game. After a while, Komal, Kavita, and Leena left for their respective homes. Sweta Didi immediately stretched out on the bed, looking exhausted.

I leaned toward Sital and quietly asked her to come to my house. She readily agreed to come with me. I walked into the living room and announced to Pooja Bua that I was taking Meena Chachi and Sital to the fields to get some fresh air. Pooja Bua readily gave her permission, waving me away. I then came home with Sital walking beside me.

At my house, all three Chachis were asleep, taking their midday rest. I made Sital sit down in my room and walked over to Meena Chachi in the bedroom.

"Chachi, wake up," I whispered, nudging her shoulder gently.

"What is it, Avi? Let me sleep," Meena Chachi mumbled, swatting my hand away, turning her head.

"It's just a two-minute job, I promise," I urged, nudging her again.

"What is it? You've completely spoiled my sleep," Meena Chachi complained, opening one eye grudgingly.

"Chachi, that... that I have to go to the fields," I stammered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, looking away.

"At this time of the afternoon heat?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice instantly sounding more alert, sitting up slightly.

"Yes," I confirmed, biting my lip.

"Your Chacha is not here today either. Then what do you have to do by going to the fields in this scorching heat?" Meena Chachi pressed, sitting up now, leaning on her elbow.

"I have some urgent work to do," I said vaguely, shifting my weight.

"What kind of work? Are you going to have sex with someone, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked directly, her eyes wide with shock and amusement, a smirk playing on her lips.

"I'm going to have sex," I confessed, looking down at the ground, my face hot.

"What if someone, by any chance, sees you in the fields?" Meena Chachi whispered, her voice laced with warning, leaning closer.

"No one is ever in the fields at this exact time of day, Chachi," I reassured her, waving my hand dismissively.

"What if someone comes by mistake? Just happens to pass by?" Meena Chachi insisted, clearly worried, grabbing my shirt sleeve.

"I'll handle everything, don't worry," I promised, pulling my sleeve free.

"Okay, go then. But at least tell me, who are you going with, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, crossing her arms expectantly, her eyes fixed on mine.

"First, you have to promise me that you won't get angry at what I say," I demanded, holding up a finger.

"Have I ever been angry with you that I would start today?" Meena Chachi sighed, rolling her eyes, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Still, swear on me, Chachi," I insisted stubbornly, waiting for her answer.

"Fine. Okay, I swear on you," Meena Chachi conceded, reluctantly, touching my arm.

"With Sital," I whispered, the name feeling illicit and strange on my tongue, my gaze flicking to the door.

"What?" Meena Chachi asked, jumping slightly, her drowsiness gone completely.

"With Sital," I repeated clearly.

"Are you completely crazy, Avi? Or have you eaten some kind of weed that you're saying such absurd things?" Meena Chachi asked, shaking her head furiously, looking horrified.

"Seriously, Chachi, with Sital," I maintained, nodding firmly.

"She is your sister, your cousin," Meena Chachi stressed, her voice dropping to a low, intense warning.

"It's okay, Chachi. We talked about it," I said, trying to sound calm.

"Now how am I going to make you understand that this is wrong?" Meena Chachi asked, her hands covering her face in distress.

"Sital is also ready and agreed to this," I added, hoping to sway her, watching her reaction.

"What?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice barely a gasp, dropping her hands.

"Yes. She is sitting in my room right now, waiting," I said, pointing toward the hall.

"You must have coerced Sital into this," Meena Chachi accused, pointing a finger at me fiercely.

"No. Sital has made me her boyfriend," I explained the situation as simply as possible, shrugging.

"What do you have to lose by making her your boyfriend? If something happens, everyone in the family will curse you, Avi," Meena Chachi cried out, her voice filled with panic.

"As long as you're here to help me, nothing like that will happen," I said, trying to reassure her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"She still has to get married someday! If she goes to her in-laws' house after having sex like this, they'll send her back immediately!" Meena Chachi argued desperately, pulling her shoulder away.

"Nothing like that is going to happen, Chachi. And in the city, having sex before marriage is normal," I countered, standing my ground.

"That means you are absolutely not going to listen to me at all," Meena Chachi sighed, defeated, rubbing her forehead.

"She needs satisfaction, Chachi. You know that Sital has started hating boys so much that she might never even get married. If I don't go with her today, if I refuse her, she'll never trust a boy again. I am loving her for her own good, to help her trust again," I pleaded, using my most convincing tone, leaning forward.

"Are you really telling the truth, Avi, or are you just saying this to convince me to agree?" Meena Chachi asked, her expression softening a little, her eyes searching mine.

"Have I ever lied to you that I would lie today, Chachi?" I asked, putting my hand over my heart sincerely.

"But..." Meena Chachi started again, hesitating.

"Leave the 'but' and the 'what'. Just tell me what you truly want," I insisted, my voice firm.

"I only want to see you happy, Avi," Meena Chachi admitted, looking at me with deep affection, reaching out to touch my cheek.

"Then agree for my happiness and for Sital's own good," I pressed, holding her hand.

"Okay. Do whatever you want to do," Meena Chachi conceded, letting out a heavy breath, her shoulders sagging.

I hugged Chachi tightly. "My dearest Chachi," I murmured into her neck, squeezing her.

"But why did you wake me up, Avi? I don't think you woke me up just to tell me this piece of madness," Meena Chachi asked, pulling back, looking puzzled.

"This sex can't happen without your help," I explained.

"Why, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, puzzled, tilting her head.

"You also have to come with me to the fields," I requested, my voice low.

"Why are you taking *me* with you? Are you really going to do it in front of me?" Meena Chachi gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

"No. Not in front of you, Chachi. You'll stay in the small mud house in the fields and keep an eye out for anyone coming," I clarified, whispering the plan.

"Okay, I'll come. But where exactly will you do it in the fields?" Meena Chachi asked, slightly curious now, leaning in.

"In the mango orchard where I fucked Riya. No one comes there, ever," I said confidently, grinning.

"But why don't you just do it at home here? It would be much safer," Meena Chachi suggested, her brow furrowed.

"It's more exciting to do it under the trees. And Sital is a virgin, Chachi. If I do it at home for the first time, Suman Chachi will find out immediately," I reasoned, ticking off the points on my fingers.

"I am only coming this one time, Avi. Next time, you do it at home," Meena Chachi insisted firmly, her expression unyielding.

"You'll have to come one more time after this," I said, a mischievous grin spreading across my face, knowing I had her.

"Why one more time?" Meena Chachi demanded, folding her arms across her chest.

"When I fuck her gaand," I explained, whispering the vernacular term into her ear.

"Okay. Only two times then. But I won't come after that, no matter what," Meena Chachi reluctantly agreed, sighing deeply.

"Come on, Sital is waiting for us," I urged, trying to get her moving, standing up.

"Wait! What if Sital refuses to have sex because of my coming with you two?" Meena Chachi asked, suddenly worried, grabbing my hand.

"I've already told her about you," I confessed, looking at the ceiling.

"What? You told Sital about us?" Meena Chachi said, her voice dropping to a scandalized whisper, pulling her hand away quickly.

"No, not about *us*! I told Sital that if Meena Chachi comes with us, we won't have any problem with nosy villagers. I told her that Chachi would stay in the house in the fields. And we'll tell Seema Chachi that we're all going to pluck mangoes," I clarified the elaborate lie, quickly explaining the cover story.

"She agreed to that entire setup?" Meena Chachi asked, completely astonished, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yes, she agreed to everything. Now let's go quickly before someone wakes up," I said, urging her toward the door.

"Wait, I'll go and tell Didi (Seema Chachi) the mango picking story. Suman Didi will never let us go. Until then, you get ready to leave, Avi."

"Okay. You get ready quickly and come straight to my room," I instructed, nodding.

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## Update 136: The Orchard Initiation (Avi and Sital)

I walked back into the room and told Sital that Meena Chachi was coming with us to the fields.

Sital raised an eyebrow at me. "You told Mammi everything?"

I shook my head firmly. "I didn't tell Chachi anything about the sex itself."

"Then why is she insisting on coming with us?" Sital asked, perplexed, her hands on her hips.

"Because of her presence, no one in the village will be suspicious of us going alone. And our work will still get done without worry," I explained with a smug smile, winking at her.

"Okay," Sital agreed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But what if Mammi accidentally sees us?"

"She'll stay safely inside the small house in the fields, keeping watch. We'll tell Seema Chachi that we're going to pluck mangoes," I repeated the cover story, gesturing towards the door.

"What a detailed plan you've made, Avi," Sital complimented me, her hands already reaching for the door, eager to leave.

After Meena Chachi joined us, I grabbed my small bag and left with Sital. On the way, Meena Chachi and Sital chatted casually, behaving as if the afternoon outing was completely innocent. Once we reached the fields, Meena Chachi walked straight into the small, shaded house in the middle of the field to sit and watch. I took Sital's hand and led her deeper into the dense mango orchard.

We came to the same secluded spot as yesterday. I looked carefully around everywhere, checking for any movement or sign of people. Then, I climbed quickly up a nearby mango tree and started plucking ripe mangoes. Sital watched me silently from below. After about fifteen minutes, I came down from the tree, carrying a few mangoes.

"What were you doing up there?" Sital asked, tilting her head, confused.

"What if someone was already here, hiding, and saw us arrive?" I asked her. "To not let them be suspicious, I was plucking mangoes. If anyone saw us, they would think we were simply here to pluck fruit."

"You came with a complete plan for every contingency," Sital said, her admiration clear, stepping closer.

I then took out a clean bedsheet from my bag and spread it carefully under the tree. I took out a water bottle and some other essential items that would be useful during our time together. I held Sital's hand and made her sit down on the bedsheet. I wanted to ask Sital about what sex in the city was like. I had many questions. But looking at Sital's eager face, I decided I should show her my skills first. Then I could ask her about the city's ways. If there was any deficiency in my sex technique, Sital could herself tell me what mistake I made.

I started my work immediately. I leaned in and started kissing Sital. Sital was already physically ready. This was exactly what Sital had been wanting. Sital was kissing me with even more ferocious passion than me, her mouth pressed hard against mine. While kissing, we started pulling off each other's clothes. I stripped Sital of her dress, and Sital tore off all my clothes. We were sitting naked in the middle of the fields under the open sky and kissing deeply.

After kissing, Sital did something I had never seen any virgin girl do. Sital reached down, took my lunď in her hands, and started examining it.

"Avi, your lunď is as thick and long as the ones I see in a blue film," Sital said, her voice full of awe, running her thumb over the shaft.

"You've watched blue films, Sital?" I asked, surprised, pulling back slightly.

"Yes. Everyone watches them in the city. Haven't you watched them?" Sital asked, genuinely surprised by my lack of experience, her eyes wide.

"Where would I watch them in the village? We don't even have electricity half the time," I replied honestly, shaking my head.

"I'll show you, but later. First, let me play with your weapon," Sital said with a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling.

Sital didn't wait. She looked down at my hard cock lying on her lap, her eyes showing intense focus. Her fingers, feeling warm, wrapped around the shaft. She ran her thumb over the smooth, sensitive tip before leaning in.

Her lips, slightly parted and wet, took the head of my cock into her mouth. The sudden, intense heat from her mouth against my hard, throbbing cock sent a searing shock straight to my stomach. She didn't pause; she started sucking deeply, pulling on my cock with a steady, strong suction.

She worked my cock with a focus I'd never experienced. She moved it around inside her mouth like a child enjoying a lollipop. She was relentless, rolling her tongue under the shaft, licking the sensitive ridge, then plunging in for another deep suck. She would pull back, close her eyes for a second, then try to take half of my cock in, stretching her mouth as wide as she could. The powerful focus of her mouth, the soft, aggressive pull of her lips, and the wet texture of her tongue were completely intoxicating.

I couldn't help but groan softly, my hips lifting automatically, wanting more of that pressure. She responded by licking the base of my cock, circling her tongue around the skin near the root, then darting back up for another deep suck. The heat and pressure grew with every second. I reached out, threading my fingers into the hair at the back of her head, not to guide her, but just to hold onto something during the fast, escalating rhythm.

Blood rushed through my body, and the throbbing in my cock intensified, sending waves of uncontrollable excitement up my back. My vision narrowed; I was lost in the single, hypnotic feeling. The muscles in my lower stomach tightened, and I knew I was only moments from losing control, the pressure inside becoming an irresistible, explosive force.

I let out a sharp, choked gasp, the sound catching in my throat, and pushed my hips forward one final, desperate time. The feeling of the hot, thick semen bursting from my cock and flooding the dark, warm cavern of her mouth was an instant, overwhelming climax. My body arched violently; every nerve ending screamed with pure ecstasy.

Completely exhausted, I fell back onto the bedsheet, panting. I looked down, and Sital calmly finished the act. She pulled her head back slightly, then, without hesitation, she simply swallowed all my semen. My cock instantly shriveled up, collapsing against the soft curve of her chin, leaving my mind blank and my body weak from the intense pleasure.

"You've had your drink. Now let me have mine too," I said, catching my breath, panting heavily.

Sital didn't say anything. She just looked at my shrunken lunď and whispered in my ear that it got cold so quickly just by doing this much.

"I hadn't had sex for five or six days, that's why it happened so quickly," I explained, slightly embarrassed, running a hand through my hair.

"I want to ride a horse that runs for a long, long time," Sital said, looking at me pointedly, a demanding tone in her voice.

"You just wait and see how I make you ride, Sital," I promised, pushing myself up.

I quickly moved on top of Sital, giving her butt a quick, playful slap as I did. I started to kiss her deeply but pulled away fast, eager for what was next. Her lips were soft, but my attention was already fixed on her breasts.

Sital's breasts were beautiful, a light white color that looked radiant under the leaves. Her dark brown nipples were a striking contrast, making her chest look wildly attractive. They were perfectly shaped—just the right size and wonderfully firm.

I moved my mouth down from her neck, where I could smell a mix of sweat and soap, and lowered my head. The moment my mouth closed over one breast, she let out an instant, deep moan. The sound excited me completely.

I began my routine, a deliberate sequence to ramp up her pleasure. I started with her nipple, using just the tip of my tongue to tease, circle, and gently flick it. Then, I opened my mouth wider, taking the entire breast into the warm, wet darkness. I switched from the gentle touch of my tongue to the firm, demanding pressure of my lips.

My method shifted from soft, constant sucking to light, playful biting, which kept her body tight with anticipation. I used my hands to match the intensity: moving from soft, circular caressing underneath to firm, almost painful pressing and squeezing of the tissue. My speed increased slowly, starting with slow, luxurious movements and building to hard, demanding, rhythmic stimulation. Her first soft moans quickly became deeper and more ragged, turning into long, trembling sighs of pleasure that were quickly becoming too much to handle. I paid equal attention to both breasts until her skin was flushed pink and wet, and her nipples stood up straight, begging for more. I could feel the tension tightening inside her.

My mouth moved slowly down Sital's flushed body, placing kisses on her stomach and deep into her navel. As I continued down, the air grew thick with a warm, moist scent. I found the lush, wet area between her legs.

Sital's chooť was a beautiful pink and already wet. I noticed her chooť lips were slightly open, relaxed and inviting. I figured she had likely explored herself before. A small amount of sweet, clear water was already coming from her core. To build her excitement, I first kissed her inner thighs before moving my face to her center.

After kissing her chooť softly, I began to suck it deeply. The instant my tongue touched her, she jumped, a powerful reaction. Sital quickly grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it hard against her chooť, demanding more contact. I dedicated myself to licking her chooť intensely with my tongue.

I slid my tongue inside her chooť repeatedly, swirling and probing. Sital couldn't handle the rhythmic sucking anymore. Her body tensed violently, and her chooť released a flood of water. She forcefully kept my head pressed down and made me drink all the sweet water from her chooť, forcing me to swallow it. We were now even: she drank my semen, and I drank her water. The final act of sex remained.

Even after that climax, Sital's desire was intensely high. She was restless, twisting and breathing in quick gasps, begging me to put my cock inside her chooť.

I grabbed the small bottle of coconut oil and rubbed it on my cock, making it smooth and slippery. I then started rubbing my hard, oiled cock rhythmically against her chooť opening, deliberately teasing her. She was desperately crying out for me to put it inside her, her hips lifting urgently to meet mine.

I positioned my lunď on her chooť and gave a hard, determined jerk. The slick head of my lunď slid inside Sital's chooť. The slightly open chooť lips allowed the head to penetrate in one quick, shocking motion. Despite the ease of entry, she was a virgin. I knew the pain would be unavoidable. I leaned down and quickly covered her mouth with mine, preparing to suppress the scream. With a second, massive, powerful drive, I thrust forward, tearing Sital's hymen violently. My lunď plunged deep inside, burying itself up to five inches into her. Sital's initial scream was trapped and muffled by my mouth. The rest of her cry mixed with the sound of the birds and disappeared into the vast, open mango orchard. I pulled my mouth back, freeing her to breathe.

Sital's next sharp, involuntary scream of pain and shock, the birds chirping loudly in alarm and scattering, the sudden rush of wind through the trees, the rustling of the leaves, the intense blinding shine of the sun, the cool breeze on our hot, slick bodies, the sweet, heady smell of mangoes, the deep fear in my mind that we were exposed, the burning, overwhelming happiness in my heart, the fresh tears in Sital's eyes, the thin line of warm blood on my lunď and her chooť... Everything hit me with terrifying, immediate reality. I lost myself in the sheer sensory overload.

My entire body locked up and shuddered, my breathing short, shallow gasps. A wave of hot, dizzying adrenaline crashed over my brain, making the leaves and the sky spin wildly above us. I felt a surge of guilt and raw triumph that made my hands tremble violently against her sides, unable to push my body further, momentarily trapped by the profound intensity.

While I was absorbed in this static moment, Sital's initial pain began to slowly recede. She slapped my cheek—a small, firm, commanding tap—and the shock jolted me back into motion. I instantly started pressing and kneading Sital's breasts with my hands. Sital let out a moan of relief, the stimulation distracting her from the deep ache. I started moving my lunď carefully, rhythmically, back and forth within the five-inch depth. Sital still felt the pain, but she bravely controlled it, her focus shifting to the building pleasure of feeling my lunď inside her chooť. She was now actively enjoying the thrill of the forbidden act in the beautiful, secluded orchard.

After another four minutes of gentle, careful thrusting, Sital's body began to stiffen violently, her hips tensing. She choked out a single, desperate word, announcing she was about to come. I seized the opportunity, gathering all my strength, and drove my entire lunď into Sital's chooť with maximum force. Sital was instantly torn between two powerful extremes: she reached the ultimate pleasure of heaven as her water released in an explosive, shuddering climax, and she bore the hellish, final pain as my entire lunď buried itself deep inside her passage. I paused for a single, gasping moment, quickly withdrew my lunď, and gave a second, even harder, faster jerk. Again, my whole lunď plunged to the root, and she released a massive, sustained scream, but once more, it was completely suppressed by my mouth as I kissed her fiercely.

I then pulled my mouth back and began sucking her lips with mine, deep and consuming. I started thrusting slowly, setting a deep, steady rhythm. After a moment, Sital began to support my movements, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. Her first time, on the village dirt, under the mango trees, with her brother, beneath the open sky. Sital was now enjoying it to the fullest. To intensify her pleasure and drive her over the edge, I started fucking Sital hard and fast, my body a machine of rhythmic drive. Her head thrashed, her hands tore at my shoulders, and the raw, explicit sounds of pleasure poured from her throat.

"Aahhh. Huu. No. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me fuck me harder ooohhh it's so good yyyyyeeeaaahhhhh...ohohhhoo oooh..." Sital screamed, her voice hoarse, her hips bucking under me.

She was thoroughly enjoying the deep, punishing fuck, and I was enjoying the feeling of driving myself into her tight, slick chooť immensely. She was being fucked with intense, escalating pleasure. After fucking Sital for about thirty-five minutes, I felt the final, irresistible wave. I groaned and released my semen, depositing it deep inside Sital's chooť. She had released her water three times by this point. I collapsed on top of her, completely spent. After resting for a few quiet, shared minutes, we finally separated and got up, immediately seeing the undeniable evidence: a large, dark stain of blood soaking into the white bedsheet beneath the mango tree.

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## Update 137: Aftermath and Meena Chachi's Understanding (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I picked up the water bottle, which felt warm from the afternoon sun, and handed it to Sital.

"Sital, here. Clean your chooť with this water," I instructed gently, holding out the bottle.

Sital took the bottle and touched the water with a finger. "This is hot water, Avi," she noted, her voice still a little breathless from the effort.

"You will feel good with the hot water. It will help with the burning," I assured her, nodding once.

Sital carefully cleaned her chooť with the warm water, wincing slightly as she tended to the raw, torn area.

I pulled two small pills from my bag and held them out in my palm. "Eat these pills now," I told her, waiting patiently.

"Pill? What pills are these?" Sital asked, her brow furrowed in confusion, looking at the medicine.

"One is to prevent pregnancy, just in case, and the other is a strong painkiller for the pain," I explained, waiting for her to take them, keeping my hand steady.

Sital looked up at me, a soft, appreciative smile touching her lips. "You take care of absolutely everything, don't you, Avi?"

I shrugged, putting the bottle away. "I have to. I am responsible for what we just did," I said, looking her straight in the eye.

Sital took the pills and swallowed them quickly, chasing them with the last of the water. Then, we both started to put on our clothes. The painkiller would need about fifteen minutes to take full effect. Until then, I packed up the bedsheet, the oil, and the water bottle, neatly placing everything into the bag. We sat back down under the tree for a while, the silence broken only by our heavy breathing and the faint sound of the wind, both of us processing the intensely emotional and physical act we had just shared.

"Avi, where did you learn to do this kind of sex? You were like an animal," Sital finally asked, leaning her head back against the tree trunk, looking curious.

*(Internal thought: From one sex partner to another, I learned.)* "Just like that, Sital. I picked up things from here and there," I answered vaguely, not wanting to reveal the extent of my experiences, shrugging again.

Sital shook her head, a slow smile spreading. "That wasn't just 'here and there.' You had sex just like in a blue film. You knew exactly what you were doing."

"Do the girls in the city really like this kind of intense sex?" I asked, testing the waters for information, leaning toward her.

"Yes, they definitely like this kind of sex. And they like this kind of weapon even more," Sital said, nodding and glancing pointedly at my crotch, a wicked smile playing on her face.

"What else do city girls like, Sital? The things you mentioned yesterday?" I probed, genuinely curious about the new world she represented, sitting forward.

"Why are you asking so much? Are you... Are you trying to prepare yourself for the city girls?" Sital teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

I fidgeted slightly. "I'm just asking. I'm curious about the new ways," I insisted, trying to sound casual, avoiding her gaze.

Sital pushed herself upright, stretching slightly. "You can ask whatever you want later, Avi. Next time we meet, I'll tell you all the secrets. Now we should go. Mammi (Meena Chachi) must be waiting in the heat," she said, looking toward the small house.

"Yes, let's go," I agreed, standing up quickly.

After a short while, the painkiller began to show its effect, and Sital's sharp pain eased into a dull ache. We walked out of the mango orchard and came to Meena Chachi. As soon as Sital entered the small mud house, she collapsed onto the cot and instantly fell asleep from the emotional and physical exhaustion.

Meena Chachi and I left the house and started roaming the perimeter of the fields. The farm laborers were starting to arrive for the afternoon shift. Everyone knew their work and got straight to it. Meena Chachi hadn't come to the fields in so many days; everyone was clearly shocked to see her supervising, but everyone greeted her happily. Chachi took the time to talk to everyone, asking about their families and the work. Today too, Kamala Kaki did not come to the fields. On asking the other laborers, I found out she was sick.

After talking to the laborers, we returned to Sital. She was still sleeping soundly. Meena Chachi woke Sital up by playfully slapping her butt. Sital woke up quickly and confirmed that she was feeling much better now.

Then we came back home. Meena Chachi told me to drop Sital at her house. After leaving Sital at Pooja Bua's place, I came back. Chachaji had already come home from his day's work. Chachaji found out that Meena Chachi had gone to the fields today, and he was clearly angry, demanding why she had risked the heat. But Meena Chachi, in her own way, managed to calm Chacha's anger, using a mix of sweetness and stubbornness.

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After eating dinner, I went to my room. Meena Chachi soon followed me and came into my room, closing the door behind her.

I walked over to her, feeling a prick of guilt. "I'm sorry, Chachi. Chacha got angry with you because of me," I said, looking down at the floor.

Meena Chachi waved her hand dismissively. "It's okay, Avi. I already knew that this was going to happen when I agreed to go. You don't worry about it for a second," Meena Chachi reassured me, patting my chest.

"Next time, I promise I'll do it safely at home," I said, thinking about the risks we took today, nodding solemnly.

Meena Chachi raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips. "But you specifically said you wanted me to come with you one more time," she reminded me, hinting at the gaand fuck plan, crossing her arms.

"Let it be, Chachi. I'll just do the next one with Sital at some other place, or maybe I won't even fuck her ass," I said, trying to spare her the future trouble, trying to wave it off.

Meena Chachi shook her head, her tone firm. "Nothing happens, Avi. I told you I'd help. I'll come with you to the fields next time too," she insisted, stepping closer.

"But Chacha..." I started, worried about his reaction again, my voice trailing off.

Meena Chachi cut me off, putting a warm hand on my arm. "I told you not to take tension. As long as I'm here, I want to see happiness on your face. You hear me? Now go to sleep. And when you decide you have to go to the fields again, just let me know the plan," she whispered, squeezing my arm.

"Okay. When Chachaji goes to the city next week, we'll go to the fields then," I planned aloud, relief washing over me.

"Now go to sleep," Meena Chachi repeated, patting my shoulder, before walking out and closing the door softly behind her.

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## Update 138: Home Advantage and a Double Penetration (Avi and Sital)

Next Day, I arrived at Pooja Bua's house. Sital’s face lit up the moment she saw me. Today, just like the day before, we all settled down to watch a movie. Pooja Bua had gone out to Neeta Bua’s house. After watching the movie for a short while, Sweta Didi excused herself and went to Pooja Bua’s room, where she lay down and fell asleep. Raj, Kavita, Komal, and Leena remained engrossed in the film.

After about ten minutes, Sital quietly told the others she was going to Raj’s room to nap, too. As Sital was leaving the room, she looked back at me, her eyes holding a clear signal—come after her—and then she walked away.

I waited a solid ten minutes. Then, I told Raj I was heading to the bathroom. I quickly slipped out and went straight to Raj’s room, locking the door firmly from the inside. Sital was lying on the bed, her eyes closed. I knew I had to wake her up first, but I couldn't resist a little teasing. I knelt beside the bed and started lightly licking the fabric of her salwar right over her chooť, tracing the warm, wet outline of her core. The instant my tongue touched the cloth, Sital snapped her eyes open.

"Sital, why did you call me here?" I asked, pulling back, smiling slightly.

She chuckled softly. "From Didi to Sital directly, just like that?" she teased, sitting up.

"Didi in front of everyone, Sital in private. You know the rule," I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Don't you like me calling you Sital?"

She shifted closer, a hungry look in her eyes. "I like everything about you," she whispered, her voice low.

"Now tell me, why did you signal me to come here?" I asked, my voice low, reaching for her hand.

"Why? You mean you didn't understand my signal at all?" Sital challenged, playfully hitting my chest with her free hand.

"I understood perfectly, but it won't be right to do the main act here," I cautioned, glancing at the closed door, my voice serious.

"Mammi (Pooja Bua) has gone to Leena’s house. Sweta Didi is sleeping soundly. And everyone else is busy watching the movie," Sital listed, trying to persuade me, holding my hand tightly.

"All that is fine, but you're forgetting that you've only done it once, and last time you screamed like a madwoman," I said, my voice hardening slightly, remembering the field. "If we do it now, everyone will find out after hearing your scream."

Sital smacked her forehead lightly. "I had completely forgotten about the pain! All this reckless feeling is happening because of you, you're making me crazy," she admitted, pouting, rubbing her forehead.

"It’s happening because of both of us," I corrected her, running a finger down her arm, my smile returning.

"Now when will we satisfy this itch?" Sital asked, her frustration rising, shifting restlessly on the bed.

"Let's do it tomorrow, safely at my house," I proposed, looking at her intently.

"But Mammi (Badi Chachi) will be there. And the other Chachis," Sital worried, her brow furrowed.

"You don't worry about them. I've got everything covered," I said with a confident smile, thinking of Meena Chachi, nodding slightly.

"Okay. We'll do it tomorrow," Sital agreed, her body still restless. "But what should I do about the overwhelming itchiness I'm feeling right now because of what I thought we were going to do?"

"You're a city girl, Sital. You take care of your itchiness yourself," I teased her gently, a playful tone in my voice.

She grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. "At least lick my chooť and make my water come out, Avi," she begged, pulling me closer.

I nodded immediately. "Yes, I can certainly do that much for you," I agreed, my gaze dropping to her exposed legs.

I quickly took off Sital’s salwar. Sital had already taken off her panties before lying down, a silent sign of her anticipation. Seeing Sital’s chooť exposed made my cock instantly harden, and I wasted no time taking off my own jeans and underwear.

Sital pulled back, surprised. "What are you doing? You just refused to fuck me," she questioned, her eyes widening.

"I'll make your water come out, and you, in return, can make mine come out," I suggested the exchange, winking at her.

"This is an excellent plan," Sital agreed, her eyes gleaming, pulling me close.

We quickly settled into the 69 position, immediately starting to give each other intense pleasure by sucking and licking. We kept the motions simple, focused purely on bringing each other to climax. After only five minutes of dedicated licking Sital’s chooť, her body stiffened, and her chooť released a torrent of water. Sital’s work was done, but mine required more effort. My semen wasn't going to come out so quickly just from sucking alone. I pulled Sital away from me. I quickly completed my work by rubbing my cock hard with my hand. I caught the semen on a tissue paper and threw the paper out of the window. Sital went to the bathroom to clean herself, and I quickly pulled on my clothes before heading to the kitchen.

I took out the sherbet from the fridge, poured it into five glasses, and carried it into Sweta Didi’s room. I gave everyone the cool drink. Komal asked where I had been. I explained that after using the bathroom, I stayed back to make a cool drink for everyone. I then sat down and rejoined the movie. After the film ended, Komal called Sweta Didi, who came out and turned off the laptop. We played a simple game for a while and then went home. That evening, I told Meena Chachi everything about the risk we took and what I did with Sital in Raj’s room.

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Next Day, Just like yesterday, I went to Pooja Bua’s house in the early afternoon. And just like yesterday, Pooja Bua soon left for Neeta Bua’s house. I approached Sweta Didi and told her that Meena Chachi was calling Sital home for an urgent errand. Sweta Didi called Sital and sent her with me without question. I took Sital and came to my house.

In the afternoon, Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi were both asleep. I took Sital straight to my room. Meena Chachi was already sitting there, reading a book. Meena Chachi and Sital talked casually for a few minutes. Then, Meena Chachi announced that she was going to lie down too, and she left the room.

The moment Meena Chachi was gone, I got up and locked the door. The sharp *click* of the lock immediately made Sital understand that the real game was about to begin. I had told Meena Chachi yesterday that I was going to have sex with Sital in my room today, and Meena Chachi had given me the green light, promising to stand guard.

Sital and I immediately started a deep, consuming kiss. I knew I had plenty of time, as Meena Chachi was standing outside, keeping a watchful eye. If Badi Chachi or Seema Chachi happened to wake up and approach my door, Meena Chachi would knock once to let me know. After kissing, I quickly took off all my clothes. Sital protested slightly, shaking her head. "Don't take off everything! If anyone comes, it will be a huge problem," she whispered nervously, looking towards the door.

I pulled her closer. "No one ever comes to my room at this time. You don't worry about anything," I reassured her, tracing the line of her spine. Sital smiled, her shyness dissolving, and then she quickly took off all her clothes too.

I immediately *attacked* Sital's chooť with my mouth. Despite being fucked hard two days ago, Sital’s chooť looked almost as good as it did before, pink and inviting. After I sucked her chooť until she was moaning, Sital took my cock into her mouth and started sucking. The intense sucking and licking program continued for a deep, satisfying stretch of time.

Then, I shifted her onto her hands and knees, making Sital assume the mare position, and placed my hard cock on her chooť opening. I told Sital that I was going to push my cock inside now. Sital nodded, giving the green signal to my Rajdhani Express. In just two powerful jerks, my whole cock plunged inside her. Sital immediately suppressed her scream by pressing her mouth hard into the pillow.

After putting the cock inside, I paused for a moment to let the initial shock pass, and then I started a steady, powerful thrusting motion. I kept thrusting deep inside her, and Sital kept enjoying every moment. Sital was clearly having an incredible time, her chooť releasing fluid again and again with building excitement.

We then changed our position, moving to a missionary style, and the same aggressive game started again. I kept on thrusting, and Sital kept enjoying it, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. While thrusting, I made my finger slippery with my own spit and started playing with her ass hole with my finger, gently circling the tight opening. By adding stimulation to her ass hole, Sital started enjoying the sex even more, moaning louder. I waited for a moment and then smoothly slipped my finger into her ass.

The instant the finger went inside, Sital jumped and cried out, tensing her entire body. But I didn't stop because of her reaction. Instead, I continued to give Sital pleasure simultaneously with my finger deep in her ass and my cock deep in her chooť. To increase Sital’s pleasure even more, I put two fingers into her ass at the same time. A light, choked "aahh" escaped Sital’s mouth, her head thrashing on the pillow. After giving Sital overwhelming pleasure like this, I focused on taking my own pleasure from the double sensation. After 35 minutes of intense sex, we both came at the exact same time. We both collapsed, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. After a while, once we became normal, we put our clothes back on.

"Sital, tomorrow we'll do the next one in the fields," I said, catching my breath, resting my head against hers.

Sital looked up at me. "Why in the fields, Avi?" she asked, her voice thick, still recovering.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck your gaand," I stated plainly, looking into her eyes.

"Okay," Sital said, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "But please, Avi, do it slowly. I've seen in blue films that it hurts a lot when they fuck the ass."

"I promise I’ll do it very slowly, Sital," I vowed, gently stroking her hair.

"Okay, I should go now, before anyone gets suspicious," Sital said, adjusting her clothes, sitting up straight.

I walked with her and dropped Sital safely back at Pooja Bua's house.

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## Update 139: The Anal Initiation in the Orchard (Avi and Sital)

Next Day, In the afternoon, I, Sital, Meena Chachi, and Raj walked toward the fields. Meena Chachi had insisted on bringing Raj with her today. Because Raj was with us, Sital had no trouble leaving Pooja Bua's house. We went inside the small house in the fields and started eating the mangoes we had brought.

After eating mangoes for a while, Meena Chachi wiped her hands. "Avi, why don't you go pluck some really good, fresh mangoes from the trees? Then we'll all eat them together," Meena Chachi suggested, nodding toward the orchard.

I stood up, ready to go. "Sital insisted that she was coming with me," Sital announced, already reaching for the door. Raj immediately started insisting on coming with us, too, jumping up and down. But Meena Chachi refused him firmly. She explained to Raj that if he also went, she would be left all alone in the house.

Meena Chachi sighed and knelt down to his level. "You’ve grown up now, Raj, so stop insisting like a small child," she scolded gently.

Raj stomped his foot. "Mammi (Pooja Bua) still says that I am a baby," he insisted, his voice loud.

Meena Chachi smiled knowingly. "Every mother feels that her son is a child, Raj. Ask Sital," she suggested, looking toward her.

Sital walked over, pressing her body teasingly against Raj’s side. "Oh, yes. Look how big Raj has become," Sital said, her voice full of false admiration, pinching his cheek lightly.

"Really?" Raj asked, puffing out his chest, completely distracted.

"Yes, really, Raj. Now don't insist like a small child. Stay here with Mammi (Meena Chachi). I'll bring some extra sweet mangoes just for you," Sital promised him, leaning down.

"Okay," Raj conceded, finally settling down beside Meena Chachi, his insistence gone.

After successfully convincing Raj, I grabbed my bag, and Sital and I quickly walked to our secluded sex spot in the mango orchard. I pulled the necessary items out of the bag and handed them to Sital. Sital immediately spread the bedsheet neatly under the tree. By then, I had climbed the tree and plucked a few more mangoes, maintaining the illusion of our trip.

When I climbed down, Sital had already taken off all her clothes. Her body was glistening, her eyes hungry. Sital’s itchiness was clearly reaching a fever pitch. I didn't waste any time either, quickly tearing off my clothes. As soon as I was naked, Sital didn't wait; she jumped on me like a monkey, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, and started kissing me with savage urgency. This time, I allowed Sital to take the lead in the kissing. After two minutes of desperate kissing, I gently lowered Sital onto the bedsheet.

The instant she was lying down, I immediately started sucking Sital’s chooť. Her chooť tended to release water quickly the first time I stimulated her. Today was no different; after only a minute or two, Sital’s chooť released its water in a rush.

After her initial release, I paused, thinking quickly. I had promised to fuck her gaand. If I fucked her chooť first, it might take too long to start on her gaand. After that pain, Sital would definitely need time to recover. If we got late, it would be difficult for Meena Chachi to keep Raj distracted. I decided I would have to approach the gaand fuck from the side, a position that would be easier and faster.

I took out the bottle of oil from the bag. I applied the oil thoroughly on my cock. After making my lunď perfectly slippery, I turned my attention to making Sital’s gaand equally slippery, coating the small, tight hole.

Sital whimpered beneath me. "Avi, please put it in my chooť first. Then you can do it from behind," she begged, twisting her hips urgently.

"I promised you that I'll fuck your chooť tomorrow. Today, it’s only your gaand. And anyway, if I try to put my cock in both holes now, it will take too long. And then Raj..." I said, letting her name hang in the air, my voice firm.

Hearing Raj's name was enough. Sital instantly understood the urgency and the need for speed. I positioned my cock on Sital's ass hole and started pressing it inside slowly. At first, my cock started slipping on her oiled gaand cheeks. Pressing wouldn't work; I needed a clean break. I gave a strong jerk—a clean, hard thrust—and the head of my cock went into her gaand.

The instant the head of the cock tore into her gaand, she screamed. "Aaee... Aarr... ee... Avi, it hurts a lot!" she shrieked, her body immediately writhing in pain. I held her down tightly. I quickly covered Sital's mouth with my mouth, and with a single, powerful jerk, I shoved my cock in by four inches. She struggled violently beneath me, but I didn't let her move and immediately continued thrusting my cock into the tight passage. After a little agonizing effort, my whole cock fully entered her gaand. She was moaning loudly now and breathing in heavy, shallow gasps. It was clearly hurting her immensely.

I froze in position for a while. I stayed completely still, my heart slamming against my ribs like a frantic drummer. The intense tightness of her gaand around my lunď was overwhelming; it felt like a vice. I felt a surge of cold, nauseating guilt at the sound of her suppressed cries, yet an undeniable, animal satisfaction at having fully conquered her second hole. My whole body felt rigid, my muscles trembling from the combination of effort and extreme friction. I focused on the immediate pain in her face, trying to remain absolutely still.

I stayed like that for about five minutes. I kept gently caressing Sital’s gaand cheeks, and with my other hand, I was softly caressing Sital’s chooť with my fingers. After five minutes, her pain began to subside a little. I freed her mouth. But as soon as her lips were free, instead of crying out or demanding air, she held my head and started kissing me fiercely, her tongue desperate and searching. This raw, passionate action happened for the very first time. By Sital doing this, I instantly understood how deeply thirsty Sital was for this act. It was good that I was the one quenching her thirst. If I hadn't satisfied Sital’s needs, I didn't know who Sital would have gone to and had sex with in her desperation.

By Sital kissing me, I understood her signal: the pain was bearable, and the pleasure was now possible. I immediately started moving my cock in and out. Sital's gaand had held my cock incredibly tightly, which was making me enjoy fucking her gaand immensely. After fucking her gaand slowly for a few minutes, I took my cock out and saw that a little blood was oozing from her ass hole, and a little blood was also smeared on my cock.

I repositioned her, asking her to lie on her stomach. I slipped my bag under her waist, which tilted her gaand into the perfect position for the next angle. Her legs were bent forward, putting her into the doggy style position. I again applied a lot of oil on my cock and also on her gaand, making everything slippery again. I held Sital’s waist with both hands, sat on my knees behind her, and placed my cock on her ass hole. I gave a light jerk, and half of my cock slid into her gaand.

I immediately took my cock out and looked. The hole that was completely closed before, where a single finger could barely fit, now looked like a small, stretched tunnel. And even after my cock came out, it didn't completely close. I again applied oil on my cock and pushed my cock back into her gaand. Now my cock was moving in and out with great ease and *love*. As her gaand was opening up perfectly to accommodate my cock, I increased my speed and started thrusting harder. By thrusting like this, she was now genuinely starting to enjoy the sensation. Sital began moving her gaand herself, rocking backward into my thrusts. To give Sital even more pleasure, I was constantly caressing her chooť with one hand while I thrust into her gaand. Due to my repeated, hard thrusts, her soft butt cheeks had turned red, like a ripe tomato.

After fucking her gaand in this position for twenty minutes, I told her to hold onto the tree trunk in front of her. By holding the tree, Sital became a proper mare in the standing position. I again put my cock into Sital's gaand. I held her waist with both hands and started thrusting violently. Because of my heavy thrusts, her two breasts were shaking uncontrollably. It was as if her gaand was getting torn open, and her breasts were enjoying the violent movement. Sital was swinging in an arc of pure pleasure. I was liking this position a lot because in this angle, both her chooť and her gaand were completely exposed to me. Now, while fucking her gaand, Sital was also moving her gaand actively in pleasure and was letting out loud sighs. I increased my speed, and her sighs also increased exponentially. Sital’s speed of moving her gaand also increased.

After a short while, Sital released her water in another loud climax. Now, I was thrusting my cock into her gaand extremely fast, reaching my own breaking point. In two minutes, I also came. I put all my semen deep inside Sital's gaand, and then we collapsed together onto the bedsheet. After five minutes, I got up from on top of her and gave her water. Then I handed her a painkiller, and we quickly put on our clothes. One full hour had passed for us. But we sat there under the tree until Sital's pain reduced to a manageable level.

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## Update 139 A: The Post-fuck Talk and Meena Chachi's Rescue (Avi and Sital)

Sital and I lay side by side under the tree after the intense sex. Sital definitely needed to rest for a while, her body recovering from the gaand fuck. While resting, we started talking softly.

I nudged her arm gently. "Did you enjoy it, Sital?" I asked, looking into her tired eyes.

She breathed out slowly. "Yes," she whispered, a faint smile on her lips.

"Did it hurt much?" I asked, tracing the outline of her knee.

She nodded once. "Yes," she confirmed.

"Do you want to do it again, even after that pain?" I asked, curious about her limit, resting my hand near her thigh.

Her smile widened slightly. "Yes," she affirmed, shifting her weight slightly.

"Will you be able to handle it again?" I pressed.

She looked at me without hesitation. "Yes," she said firmly, her eyes holding mine.

I gave her a gentle shove. "What is this 'yes, yes' thing, Sital? Say something else, you're not a parrot," I teased, smiling widely.

She chuckled, shifting her weight gingerly. "The answers to everything you're asking right now can only be yes," she explained, resting her head on my shoulder.

I pulled her closer with a mischievous grin. "Look, if you don't say anything else, I'll fuck your gaand again right now, just to get a different answer," I threatened playfully, tightening my arm around her.

She lifted her head, challenging me with a fierce look. "You start, I'll finish," she challenged, leaning her head back down.

"Okay. That day, you were going to tell me more about city girls and those blue films," I reminded her, changing the subject to information gathering, my voice low.

She ran her fingers over my chest, suddenly serious. "You tell me exactly what you want to know, Avi," she offered, tracing circles on my skin.

"What kind of cock do girls in the city prefer?" I asked, my voice low, leaning in.

"Some girls like a very thick one, and some girls like a very long one," Sital summarized. She paused, tilting her head. "But most girls, the ones who really know their pleasure, they want a cock that is both thick and long," she finished.

"How is mine? Does it fit that ideal lunď they want?" I asked, feeling a familiar swell of pride, puffing out my chest a bit.

She squeezed my shaft lightly through my clothes. "Yes, Avi. They want it to be thick and long, just like yours," she affirmed, nodding slowly.

"Do even virgin girls want that size, or are they scared?" I asked, thinking back to Riya, my voice softening.

"That day, when I first saw your cock, I was scared, honestly," Sital confessed, shuddering playfully. "But the way you treated me, the way you had sex with me—if you do that kind of sex with any city girl, she will instantly become your slave," she declared with absolute certainty, her voice dropping.

My pulse quickened at the word 'slave.' "Really? Can that really happen just with sex?" I asked, unable to hide my fascination, looking at her intently.

"Yes. Now tell me, Avi, who do you want to make your slave?" Sital asked, looking at me intently, her eyes challenging.

I quickly looked away, clearing my throat. "No one. I was just asking for the knowledge," I insisted, looking away from her eyes.

Sital smiled, seeing right through me. "I'll tell you something even more important," she offered, leaning closer again.

I leaned in, my attention fixed on her. "Yes, yes, tell me everything," I urged, grabbing her arm gently.

"Look, that day, I sucked your cock for the very first time, remember?" Sital asked, waiting for my nod, holding my gaze.

"Yes," I confirmed.

Sital held my gaze. "If you are with someone for the first time, never ask them to give you oral sex. If the girl offers to do it herself, let her. Just like I wanted to do it with you," she advised, speaking from her own experience, tapping my chest lightly.

"And what else?" I pressed, hungry for more secrets, my interest clearly visible.

"When you have sex with someone for the first time, take complete care of the other person's feelings and body. Never do anything against her will or by force," she emphasized. She reached out and took my hand. "Do it with love and respect. This will make the girl feel that you respect her and are giving her equal status in the sex," she finished, squeezing my hand.

"And what else?" I asked again, my mind already cataloging the advice. *(Pooja Bua's chooť must be dry from lack of attention...)*

"Most of the city girls' boyfriends or husbands never suck their chooť. If you suck such a girl's chooť, she will be incredibly happy with you. After that, she will do absolutely whatever you say, Avi," Sital revealed, giving me a powerful tool, her voice excited.

"And what else is rare?" I asked, eager for more unique advantages, leaning back slightly.

"In the city, thick and long cocks are very rare. The sheer size of your lunď dramatically increases your chances of conquest," Sital pointed out, looking down at my crotch.

"And?" I asked one last time, completely absorbed, staring at her.

Sital suddenly hit my chest with her palm. "Now what is this 'and and' thing, Avi? If you say 'and' again, I swear I'll fuck your gaand myself!" she declared dramatically, pulling her hand away.

I laughed, teasing her further. "And how would that feel?" I asked, pushing the limit, my eyes sparkling.

She threw her hands up in mock exasperation. "First of all... you're simply something else. You are impossible," Sital said, shaking her head, leaning back again.

We both started laughing loudly, the sound echoing lightly in the orchard.

"Is getting fucked in the gaand also popular with city girls?" I asked, moving to the next topic, my voice returning to normal.

"There are fifty-fifty chances when you ask them outright," Sital said, thinking it over, rubbing her chin. "But most girls secretly like to take it in the gaand if the guy knows what he's doing," she admitted.

"I already know all this, Sital. Tell me something completely new, a secret," I insisted, feeling like I had learned all her lessons, shifting restlessly.

"I only know this much practical information, Avi. You should watch a blue film yourself. Maybe you'll find out something new, something technical," Sital suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

I grinned. "You show me, then," I challenged.

"We can watch a blue film on Sweta Didi’s laptop, but here in the village, the laptop is busy all the time with movies and games," Sital explained the difficulty, looking frustrated.

"That means I won't get to watch a blue film and get proper instruction," I sighed dramatically, dropping my shoulders.

"I'll see what I can do. If I get a solid chance, I promise I’ll show you," Sital vowed, reaching out and touching my arm reassuringly.

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"Avi, Sital, where are you two?" a clear voice called out. It was Meena Chachi. She was walking toward our spot.

My stomach instantly clenched into a tight, cold knot. My breath hitched, and a prickle of ice-cold sweat broke out on my neck. I realized immediately it was the worst-case scenario: Raj had brought Meena Chachi directly to our hiding spot. However, the fact that Meena Chachi had called out our names first, before getting close, was the crucial difference—she was warning us.

I jumped to my feet, grabbing the discarded mangoes. "Chachi, we were just plucking mangoes, and Sital Didi twisted her ankle coming down from the tree," I lied smoothly, pointing at the tree quickly. "That's why we were sitting here and resting for a while."

Meena Chachi hurried toward us, her face concerned. "Sital, does it hurt a lot, beta?" she asked, immediately kneeling beside her.

Sital grimaced slightly, playing the part perfectly. "No, Mammi. It just hurts a little now. It will be fine after resting for a while longer," Sital said, rubbing her ankle convincingly, biting her lip.

"You lie down right here, then. Don't move," Meena Chachi commanded. "We'll sit here and eat some of the mangoes you plucked."

Sital immediately closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep on the bedsheet. Meena Chachi sat down near Sital and started eating a mango. Raj and I, relieved the danger had passed, climbed the nearby trees and started eating mangoes and having fun, keeping up the appearance of a normal outing.

Later that evening, we all came home. Chachaji was angry again today. He paced the floor, demanding to know why Meena Chachi had risked going to the fields in the heat. I didn't understand why Chachaji was so furious with Meena Chachi simply for going to the fields—her own fields. But I let it be. Meena Chachi once again, with a mix of soothing words and feminine charm, managed to calm Chacha's anger.

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## Update 140: Frustration and a Quick Release (Avi and Rati)

Next Day , I decided to let Sital rest her sore gaand today. Instead, I went out to roam the village, seeking some kind of excitement. My path eventually led me to Mona's house. Mona and Kamala Kaki were both at home. Mona's husband had left to work in the city. I decided to inquire about Kamala Kaki's illness.

I sat down near her cot. "How are you, Kaki? It's been two or three days since you came to the fields," I said, trying to sound concerned, resting my elbow on my knee.

Kamala Kaki groaned slightly, clutching her side. "What can I do, son? This illness has gripped me so hard that it's difficult to even leave the bed now," Kamala Kaki complained, closing her eyes.

"Take care of yourself, Kaki. If you keep getting sick like this, who will help me in plucking all those mangoes?" I asked, looking toward Mona, who was sitting nearby.

"This illness is only for a few days. When I get better, I'll definitely come back to the fields. Then you can pluck a lot of mangoes," Kamala Kaki promised, nodding weakly.

"How many days did the doctor tell you to rest for?" I asked, trying to gauge the time.

"It will take me at least a week to get completely better," Kamala Kaki sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"So many days? Until you get better, send Mona to work in the fields. She can help us, and she'll also get some money," I suggested, looking directly at Mona, who quickly glanced down, fidgeting with her clothes.

"We'll see about that," Kamala Kaki replied noncommittally, shifting on the cot.

I pushed myself up. "Okay, I'll leave now. Take care," I said.

After leaving Mona's house, I walked toward Riya's house. Riya's house was locked; she still hadn't returned from the village she was visiting. Then I went to Mangala Kaki's place. Mangala Kaki was also resting at home after closing her shop early. Nothing was happening anywhere. Today, I didn't even see Sital. Nothing was going on with Mona. Riya was gone. Rati was busy working with Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi. Desperate for some kind of release, I went to Meena Chachi. I leaned in and told Meena Chachi to give me a quick kiss, but Meena Chachi also refused, shaking her head. Today, I only met with disappointment everywhere I went.

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Next Day, Today, Sital’s condition was much better. I went to Pooja Bua's house, full of hope. But today, everyone was busy—no one was watching a movie. Sweta Didi was explaining something about the laptop to Komal. Kavita and Leena were stuck to Sital like glue. I started playing with Raj. Again, I wasn't getting any private chance to talk to Sital.

After a while, Sital went to the bathroom. I waited a few seconds, then, hiding myself from everyone’s eyes, I quickly slipped away and went to the bathroom door. I called out to Sital softly.

"Sital, open the door. It's me," I urged, tapping lightly.

"Someone will see! You go from here right now," Sital hissed back from inside, her voice panicky.

"You just open the door. I need one minute," I insisted, tapping again.

A moment passed, then the latch clicked. "Okay, I'm opening it," Sital whispered.

I slipped inside the bathroom and closed the door quickly.

"Someone will see, Avi—" Sital began, panic in her voice, stepping back.

Before Sital could finish her sentence, I grabbed her and started kissing her fiercely, pressing her against the wall. After kissing for one intense minute, I pulled back and came out of the bathroom immediately. Sital was right; this place was definitely not safe for loving.

I rejoined the others and started playing with Raj again. Just then, I suddenly remembered that Pooja Bua was sleeping in her room. I slipped away again, hiding from everyone's eyes, and went straight to Pooja Bua's room. Pooja Bua was sitting on the bed, propped up with a pillow, reading a book.

I quickly unzipped my jeans, pulled my cock out, and walked directly in front of Pooja Bua. Seeing me, Pooja Bua's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything immediately. When her eyes dropped to my cock, she gasped, truly shocked.

"What is this, Avi? Someone will come in here! You go out, quickly!" Pooja Bua whispered urgently, gesturing toward the door, her eyes darting.

I took a step closer. "It's just a matter of two minutes, Bua. I can't hold it," I insisted, my cock pulsing, walking right up to her.

Pooja Bua's eyes were fixed on my cock. It had been many, many days since I had been with Pooja Bua. She stared at it, her mind clearly racing. After thinking for a while, she leaned forward decisively, took my cock into her mouth, and started sucking it. Pooja Bua was sucking my cock with the same hungry intensity that Sital had shown.

Bua kept sucking my cock for five minutes, far longer than the two minutes I had asked for. The pleasure was building, and I knew I could come at any second, but just then, Raj's voice called out for me from the next room. Pooja Bua instantly took my cock out of her mouth, her eyes wide with alarm, looking toward the door. My planned release was ruined because of Raj.

I quickly zipped up my jeans, hiding the bump of my hard cock, and went to Raj. I told Raj that I was helping Bua with some work, my voice strained. My cock was still rock-hard and throbbing painfully under the fabric. I bore the intense ache for five minutes. Then, I told Sital I was going home. I left and walked home quickly. My cock was still hurting sharply from the aborted release.

I arrived home and immediately told Suman Chachi that my room was absolutely filthy and needed to be cleaned immediately. Suman Chachi nodded and sent Rati to my room.

I entered my room and quickly shut the door. The pain from my frustrated erection was intense. I urgently pulled my cock out of my jeans, which was still throbbing painfully, and quickly rolled a condom onto it, preparing for Rati's arrival. I stood near the door, waiting.

The moment Rati walked inside, closing the door behind her, I acted instantly. I grabbed her by the shoulders and forcefully pressed her hard against the wall. Her eyes widened in surprise. Without giving her time to react, I yanked down her pajamas and panties in one fast motion, exposing her bare lower body. I then immediately thrust my cock deep into her chooť.

The surprise was meant to prevent any refusal, but the suddenness risked a loud sound. To prevent a scream that would alert Suman Chachi or Seema Chachi, I quickly grabbed a white cloth from the nearby table and firmly shoved it into Rati's mouth to muffle any sound.

With the cloth silencing her, I started thrusting with extreme force and speed. I was completely driven by the five minutes of aching frustration that had been building up. I drove into her, letting the aggressive motion release the tension. I focused only on the frantic rhythm. In just five minutes—an unbelievably short time for me—my water (semen) came out in an explosive rush. A second later, Rati's water also came out, marked by a muffled sound of release against the cloth in her mouth. This was the first time I'd come so quickly during sex.

The moment the semen was released, the sharp, throbbing pain in my cock completely vanished, replaced by a deep sense of profound relief. I pulled back, breathing heavily. My muscles eased instantly, and the tight knot in my gut dissolved completely. My head felt light and clear, the desperate fog of frustration finally gone. Rati immediately took the cloth out of her mouth, looked at me with a simple smile of understanding—she knew exactly what the sudden, rough attack was about—and left the room to continue her cleaning job. I collapsed onto the bed, physically and mentally drained but finally relaxed.

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## Update 141: Sital's Confession and Sweta Didi's Heartbreak (Avi and Sital)

The day after our intense session, Sital and I didn't get an immediate chance to have sex. The village schedule and the constant presence of family made finding privacy a challenge. However, later that same day, Sital took the risk and came to my house herself, clearly driven by a deep, urgent desire that matched my own. We quickly managed to find the necessary privacy, seeking refuge in the same guarded room.

The moment the lock clicked on the door to my room, the entire space became focused on one thing: Sital's secret presence and the need for absolute silence.

We moved without talking. I pulled Sital close and started a kiss. It was deep and desperate, but we controlled the sound, letting only the wet, soft suction of our mouths be heard—a sound that wouldn't travel through the door.

We undressed fast but quietly. We focused on the soft whisper of fabric, avoiding any sudden movements. I pulled a blanket over the mattress to muffle any bumps the bed might make during the action.

We started with her mouth on my cock. I focused on controlling my breath, letting my gasps only hit her hair, not the open air. Her sucking was deep and rhythmic, and she managed the pleasure with complete silence.

I then moved her onto the bed for penetration. I applied oil to my lunď and her chooť quickly. To prevent noise, I entered her slowly, inch by painful inch, letting her body stretch without any loud tearing sound or sudden gasp of pain from her.

Once I was fully inside, the thrusting began. It was a deep, sustained, rhythmic motion, not a loud, frantic pounding. I controlled my hips precisely, making sure the only sound was the wet, internal slosh of our bodies meeting. Sital had to be silent, too: she bit down hard on her own arm or wrist, turning her moans into silent, shaking movements of pleasure.

For the gaand, I shifted her position and quickly applied more oil. I entered her gaand using the same slow, careful method, knowing the tightness required extreme slowness to prevent a shout. Once inside, the thrusts were shallow, building slowly, always focused on the absence of sound. I used one hand to firmly cover the point where her butt cheeks met, stopping any friction-slap sound from getting out.

The climax was managed with the same desperate secrecy. As the pressure became too much, I whispered just one word into her ear: "Now." Her body locked up, but her final release was met only with my harsh, swallowed gasp and the intense, silent tremor that ran through her body.

We lay completely still for a full minute, listening intently to the quiet house. Our secret union had been successful, remaining undetected by anyone outside the room.

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The day after that, as usual, I went to Pooja Bua's house. Everyone was busy with their own routines, and I immediately started playing with Raj. But I noticed something was off: Sweta Didi looked intensely sad today. She not only refused to play with us but also wasn't talking to anyone. Sweta Didi was sitting alone, staring out the window, and I could see the unmistakable shine of tears in her eyes. I walked over and quietly asked Sweta Didi what was wrong. She just shook her head. "You play, Avi; I have a bad headache. I want to rest for a while," she whispered, not looking away from the glass.

I thought it wouldn't be right to press her for answers now. I went back and started playing with Komal, but while playing, all I could think about was Sweta Didi's sorrowful face.

Later, Kavita, Komal, and Leena all went home. But I lingered. I knew I wouldn't feel right until I found out what had happened to Sweta Didi. After playing, Raj went to sleep with Pooja Bua in her room. I took Sital firmly by the hand and led her into Raj’s room, closing the door behind us.

Sital looked at me, her eyes curious, and nodded toward the door. "Avi, what happened? Sweta Didi isn't asleep yet; she's still sitting in the living room."

"I need to talk to you about something very important right now," I said, my voice low and serious.

"What is it?" she replied, crossing her arms, looking serious.

"Why is Sweta Didi so sad today? What has happened to her?" I asked, worried about her pain.

Sital shrugged her shoulders and looked around the room vaguely. "How would I know what's wrong with her?" she answered dismissively, her eyes avoiding mine.

I moved closer, narrowing my eyes. "Do you really, truly not know anything?" I pressed her, my voice low and challenging.

She met my gaze for a fraction of a second, then quickly looked away, inspecting a spot on the floor. "I told you I don't know anything," she maintained, folding her arms tighter.

"Swear on me right now that you don't know anything about this sadness," I insisted, trying to use our intimacy to break her resistance.

She snapped her head up, a hurt look on her face. "Avi, why don't you trust me? I'm telling you I don't know," she retorted, her voice sharp.

"You know everything that happened to Sweta Didi, and you are deliberately choosing not to tell me," I stated flatly, a sense of betrayal creeping into my voice.

"I told you I don't know anything!" she repeated, her voice rising slightly in panic.

"You live with Sweta Didi. You two are more like best friends than sisters," I argued, my frustration mounting, waving my hand slightly. "There is absolutely no way Sweta Didi hasn't told you something. If you love me, tell me. Otherwise, I will assume that you don't care about me at all."

Sital's anger melted away, replaced by a soft resignation. "If I tell you everything, what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice softer now, her eyes looking tired.

"Whatever I decide to do, you just tell me what has happened to Sweta Didi," I said, my resolve firm, taking a step toward her.

She fidgeted with the hem of her kurta. "I told you about a friend of mine who was cheated on by a boy, remember?" she finally confessed, her shoulders dropping, looking down.

"Yes, I remember that," I said, my heart pounding with sudden dread, feeling a chill run through me.

"That friend is Sweta Didi," she whispered, looking down at the floor, her voice barely audible.

"What? Does that mean a video of Sweta Didi was secretly made?" I asked, shocked by the possibility, my voice hushed.

Sital quickly shook her head. "No, not that kind of betrayal. I told you about two friends. One had a video made, and the other's boyfriend left her for another girl," she explained, her voice trembling slightly. "The boy Sweta Didi loved with all her heart, he was caught with someone else..."

"You mean... what we do..." I stammered, my mind racing as I tried to connect the intensity of love to betrayal.

"Yes, Sweta Didi caught them kissing and touching," she revealed, her eyes now tearing up for her sister.

"Did Sweta Didi truly love that boy?" I asked, a lump forming in my throat for the girl who was like a sister to me.

"Yes, Avi. She would have given her life for him. But that boy simply made a fool of Sweta Didi’s love," she said, her voice heavy with sorrow, shaking her head slowly.

"Tell me everything, Sital. From the very beginning. When did she start loving him? When did the boy betray her? Everything," I commanded, needing to fully grasp the situation, gripping her shoulders gently.

She fidgeted with the hem of her kurta. "Sweta Didi first told me she loved a boy named Rohan," Sital began, taking a deep breath. "But I found out the complete, real story by reading her personal diary. Sweta Didi has a habit of writing a diary every day," she revealed, lowering her voice further.

"What did you find out in the diary?" I asked, hanging on to her every word, leaning in close.

"This started when she was in the 10th grade. Sweta Didi and Rohan studied together and quickly became very close friends. They always helped each other with homework and were always together at college," she continued, laying out the foundation of the relationship, nodding slowly. "They didn't even realize when their three-month friendship naturally turned into deep love. One day, Rohan officially proposed to her. Sweta Didi loved Rohan just as much. She said yes immediately," she explained.

"Their love became famous throughout the college. There was never a day when they didn't meet or talk for hours. Sweta Didi and Rohan loved each other deeply, but they were innocent; they never thought about a physical relationship. They only kissed each other, nothing beyond that," Sital explained the purity of their relationship, her voice steady.

"When Rohan got high marks in the 12th-grade exam, he wanted to do engineering, just like his older brother. Rohan got admission to an engineering college," Sital recounted. "But Sweta Didi did not get admission. Sweta Didi decided to do a B.Sc. instead. Rohan, completely in love, refused to do engineering and surprisingly took admission in B.Sc. right alongside Sweta Didi. That’s how strong and serious their love was," she continued, emphasizing the dedication. "Their intense love continued without a hitch in the college as well."

"Three months ago, a teachers' strike temporarily shut down the college. Despite the strike, Rohan and Sweta Didi agreed to go to college to use the library and study together. One day, I was sick, and Sweta Didi went to the college late. She started looking for Rohan but couldn't find him anywhere in their usual spots. Then she went to their old, favorite classroom. In that empty classroom, Rohan was kissing a different girl from his own class, a girl she had never seen before," Sital explained, her voice cracking with the pain of the memory, looking away again. "Sweta Didi was completely shocked and devastated to see this betrayal. She slapped Rohan hard across the face and instantly broke up with him."

"After that day, she only went to college to give her final exams," Sital finished the main story. "When you came to the village, she went back to the city college. She is going to change colleges and went to collect her documents, but she didn't get them before the results were announced. This entire history is the reason why Sweta Didi has been so sad for months."

"But, Sital, today... today there were actual tears in her eyes, after all this time," I insisted, the image of Sweta Didi's face stinging me, my voice full of pain.

Sital looked down, her voice barely a whisper. "Today is Rohan's birthday," she said quietly.

"Is she crying because she is still remembering Rohan?" I asked, my heart sinking with sympathy.

"Yes," Sital confirmed simply, nodding sadly.

"Have you ever met Rohan? I mean, before this all happened?" I asked, looking confused.

"Yes, and what's more, Avi, you've seen Rohan, too," Sital said, her words surprising me deeply, her eyes widening slightly.

"Me? When did I see him? I've only been here a short time," I asked, confused, furrowing my brow.

"Think back to the day you first came to the city, at the mall. Remember the boy who was bothering Sweta Didi aggressively in the crowd?" she reminded me, giving me the final piece of the puzzle, watching my face.

My eyes widened as the memory hit me. "I remember now! So that arrogant boy who wouldn't leave her alone... that was Rohan," I said, the betrayal suddenly feeling personal, my fists clenching slightly.

"Yes," Sital confirmed with a simple nod.

Just as we were talking, a voice called out: Sweta Didi was calling me.

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## Update 142: Vodka, Secrets, and a Plan (Avi and Sweta Didi)

I walked into the room where Sweta Didi was sitting. She looked up at me, her face pale, her eyes red-rimmed. I felt a pang of deep sympathy, seeing her pain so clearly.

"Avi, will you do something for me?" Sweta Didi asked, her voice sounding thin and tired, her hands clasped tightly.

I nodded immediately, my gaze fixed on her deep sadness. "Yes, Didi. Tell me what you need," I replied, my own chest tightening with sympathy.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a low, pleading whisper. "Don't tell anyone, not a soul, what I'm about to tell you," she implored, her eyes wide with fear and shame, scanning the room quickly.

"You can trust me completely," I assured her, my resolve hardening.

"Can you get me some vodka?" she asked, the word barely a breath.

I felt a jolt of shock. "What? Are you going to drink alcohol?" I asked, completely stunned, leaning back slightly.

She met my shocked gaze steadily. "Yes," she said simply, her expression unmoving.

"But why, Didi? Is it about Rohan?" I pressed, worried about this drastic step.

She waved her hand dismissively, her impatience surfacing. "Can you get it or not, Avi, or should I ask someone else to help me?" she asked sharply, crossing her arms.

"Okay, okay," I conceded quickly. I rubbed my chin, thinking hard. "I'm not sure you can get vodka here in the village," I mused, already trying to find a solution.

"What *can* you get here then? I need something strong," she asked, her face suddenly filled with desperate hope, leaning closer.

After a moment of thought, a possibility flashed into my mind. I leaned in conspiratorially. "Maybe I can find it in one place," I said, lowering my voice.

Her eyes brightened instantly. "Where is that? Tell me!" she urged, gripping the fabric of her kurta.

"At Principal Sir's house," I replied.

"At Sir's? How could they have alcohol?" she asked, looking utterly confused, tilting her head.

"The Principal's son is in the army. They get their supply through him," I explained the system of the village.

"But will they give it to *us*?" she asked, her hope quickly fading again, her shoulders dropping.

"I'll find a way to get it, but..." I hesitated, knowing the strength of that liquor.

"But what, Avi? Just say it," she demanded, her voice firm.

"I've heard that army alcohol is incredibly strong," I warned her, wanting her to understand the risk.

She scoffed, dismissing my concern. "It's nothing like that. Just bring it, Avi," she commanded, her voice firm, signaling the end of the discussion.

"Okay. But have you honestly had this before, Didi?" I asked, trying to gauge the depth of her desperation, my eyes searching hers.

"Yes, once, a long time ago. Now stop asking so many questions and just bring it. And remember: don't tell anyone," she ordered.

"Okay, Didi. I'll bring it," I said, a deep sense of purpose—mixed with fear—settling in my stomach. I knew I had to help her find a way through this pain.

"Stay here tonight, Avi," she said, surprising me again, reaching out slightly.

"Why?" I asked, my heart thumping, looking confused.

"Just to give me company while I sit with the pain," she said, a hint of deep sadness filling her voice, looking down at her hands.

"I don't drink alcohol, Didi," I clarified, wanting her to know I wouldn't join the drinking.

"You can have a cold drink then, okay?" she said, a small, fragile smile appearing on her lips.

"Okay. I'll bring the vodka and stay," I agreed, nodding seriously.

I walked out of the room. Sital was standing right outside the door, her posture rigid. She had clearly been listening intently.

I stared at her, not surprised. "You heard everything, didn't you?" I asked, my voice flat.

Sital's expression was serious and knowing. "Yes, I did. And honestly, I knew something like this was going to happen today," she said, nodding slowly.

My eyes widened in shock. "You knew that she was going to ask for vodka?" I asked, stepping closer to her.

Sital confessed, her voice grave. "Yes, Avi. She drank vodka the day she actually saw Rohan with that girl in the classroom, three months ago."

"What? Did you drink that day, too?" I asked, concerned that she had been hiding her own pain, grabbing her arm gently.

"Not me, but Poonam Didi did. We all tried to comfort her," she explained, looking away briefly.

I rubbed my forehead, the situation feeling heavy. "Do you think I should really bring the vodka for her? Will it help, or hurt?" I asked, seeking her advice and counsel, my expression worried.

Sital grabbed my arm, her gaze direct. "Yes, you should bring it, Avi. If you don't bring it, she'll get it from someone else, or she'll go out to drink somewhere alone. And if that happens, it won't be good for us or her family. So you bring it safely," she advised, emphasizing the necessity of control, tightening her grip on my arm.

"Okay. I'll bring the vodka then," I said, a clear plan forming in my mind.

"Also, bring some sleeping pills with you," Sital added unexpectedly, holding up a finger.

"Why would I need pills?" I asked, confused by the practical preparation.

Sital explained, her face serious. "So that Mammi (Pooja Bua) and Raj don't find out that she drank vodka. And also, Mammi won't be able to handle the drama Sweta Didi will create after drinking. We need to make sure she sleeps before she gets too emotional," she said, thinking ahead, nodding decisively.

"Okay, I'll get those too. Is there anything else I need to manage?" I asked, ready for any final instructions, my hands open.

"Yes," she said, a small, mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning in, curious.

She quickly pulled my head down and gave me a firm, silencing kiss. "Now that's done. You go get the vodka. I'll go back to Sweta Didi to keep her company until you return," she said, winking conspiratorially, pushing me gently toward the door.

I took Sital's mobile phone from her hand, tucked it into my pocket, and went outside, ready to execute the risky plan.

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## Update 143: The Vodka Deal and the Army Wife (Avi , Principal and Kiran)

I returned home, knowing my first task was to secure the resources for the night.

"Meena Chachi, can you come to my room for a minute? I need to ask you for something," I called out.

She paused her work, her voice tinged with impatience. "What is it now? What do you want?" she asked, turning to look at me.

"Just come, Chachi," I insisted, my tone a little too demanding for Chachi.

She gave me a long look. "I'll be there in ten minutes," she replied, and I paced my room, waiting impatiently.

After ten minutes, Meena Chachi came into my room, folding her arms. "Okay, now what is this important thing you want?" she asked, clearly annoyed at being summoned.

"Chachi, I need some money," I said, a little hesitantly, knowing the amount was unusual.

She raised an eyebrow. "How much?" she asked.

"One thousand rupees," I replied.

"That much money? What in the world is it for?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her annoyance, stepping closer.

"I'll tell you later, Chachi," I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't press for details now.

She reached for her purse, her eyes narrowing. "Okay, I'll give it to you, but you absolutely have to tell me later," she warned, pointing a finger at me.

"Have I ever hidden anything from you for long? I promise, I'll tell you everything later," I assured her.

"Here, take the money," she said, handing me the cash.

I quickly tucked the money away. "Also, I'm going to sleep at Pooja Bua's house tonight," I told her, my heart racing as I revealed the next part of the plan.

A knowing look spread across her face. "What? Did you plan on doing something with Sital tonight, since you got rid of the others yesterday?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes twinkling.

I returned the smirk. "You could say that I'm hoping for some action," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"But what will Pooja Bua do? She's always awake," she asked, concerned about the main obstacle, frowning slightly.

"I'm planning to give Bua a sleeping pill," I said, stating the solution plainly.

Her eyes went wide with understanding. "So that's what the money was for! To buy those pills," she exclaimed, nodding.

"Yes, something like that," I replied, feeling my plan locking into place.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle. "I have sleeping pills right here. You can take these," she said, offering them to me.

A wave of relief washed over me. "That's great! One thing is done," I said, taking the bottle quickly.

"One thing is done? What's the *other* thing you need money for?" she asked, her curiosity instantly renewed, tapping her foot.

"I'll tell you everything later, Chachi. Just give me the pills," I said, anxious to get moving.

"I've already given them to you," she said, shaking the bottle playfully.

I took the pills from Chachi and immediately left for Principal Sir's house. I knocked on the large metal gate. The Principal's daughter-in-law opened the gate.

I was completely lost in my thoughts the moment I saw her. Principal Sir's daughter-in-law looked absolutely stunning, radiating beauty in a deep red saree. I was genuinely amazed that a woman this beautiful lived in our quiet village and I hadn't even known it. Her beauty was arresting from head to toe. The Principal's daughter-in-law's name was Kiran.

Kiran's voice was sharp, bringing me back to reality. "Who do you want to meet?" she asked.

"Oh, I wanted to meet Principal Sir. Is he at home?" I asked, a little flustered by her sudden appearance.

"Yes, he's here. What do you need with him?" she asked, looking me over with a curious gaze.

"I wanted to ask him about the college's opening schedule," I lied easily.

She stepped aside to let me enter. Kiran swayed her hips elegantly as she walked away toward the house entrance. Watching the movement of her gaand beneath the saree, my cock immediately got hard and painful. Hiding the sudden bulge, I sat down on the sofa in the hall, waiting for the Sir.

After a while, he came into the hall from another room. He looked slightly shocked to see me but quickly composed himself. He sat down on the sofa across from me.

"Kiran, dear," he called out loudly.

"Yes, father?" she replied from the kitchen.

"Make two cups of tea, please," he instructed.

"Yes, father," she confirmed.

He leaned toward me, his voice low. "What are you doing here, Avi?" he asked, his expression serious.

"I just felt like meeting you, so I came," I said, trying to be casual and friendly.

He gave me a sharp look. "Tell me, why didn't you come back to complete the job that day with the girl?" he asked, his eyes suddenly intense.

"I figured that girl wouldn't let me do it again after what happened," I admitted, shaking my head.

"Yes. She was in a lot of pain. She hasn't even let me touch her since that day," he said, sounding genuinely frustrated, sighing deeply.

"That's exactly why I didn't come back," I replied, nodding.

"Because of your one aggressive fuck, she didn't even let *me* do it," he complained, a hint of annoyance in his voice, waving his hand.

"Sorry, Sir. I got carried away," I apologized quickly.

"Leave it. Tell me why you've really come here now," he said, immediately changing the subject.

"I need something from you, Sir," I said, preparing to ask the big favor, leaning forward.

He narrowed his eyes, suddenly suspicious. "What do you need? Are you thinking of blackmailing me with that secret?" he asked, frowning.

I gave a short, fake laugh. "I would never think of doing something like that, Sir. You are my friend now," I said, buttering him up, giving him a big smile.

He laughed, amused by the sudden shift in our relationship. "I became a friend from a Sir. Okay, no problem. Tell me what exactly you need," he challenged, tapping his knee.

"I need a bottle of vodka," I said, getting straight to the point.

"Vodka? You drink alcohol now?" he asked, surprised, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, sometimes. Do you have any to spare?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes, I do. I'll get it for you now," he said, standing up. "But remember, you must not tell anyone about that incident with the girl," he reiterated, his voice a final warning, looking sternly at me.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise," I swore.

He went to a room to get the bottle. Kiran came out of the kitchen with the tea tray.

"Here's the tea," she said, placing the cup down in front of me, her eyes lingering on mine.

I stared pointedly at her full breasts under the red saree. "What kind of milk is this?" I asked, challenging her with my gaze.

Her eyes followed my gaze, realizing where I was looking. "What did you say, young man?" she asked, her voice sharp with shock, pulling back slightly.

I stared at her breasts again, holding the direct gaze. "I asked what kind of milk you used in the tea," I repeated, letting a mischievous glint fill my eyes. "Is it cow's milk or buffalo's milk?"

"You're so rude!" she spat, her cheeks flushing red, turning her head.

I leaned back, feigning innocence. "What did I do? I just asked what kind of milk it was—cow's or buffalo's. I don't drink buffalo's milk. The doctor specifically told me not to drink it, so that's why I was asking," I lied convincingly, shrugging my shoulders.

She looked embarrassed, realizing her mistake. "Sorry, I thought that you..."

"I used cow's milk," she finished for me, her face turning crimson, looking down.

I couldn't resist pressing her a little further, my smirk wide. "What did you think, Kiran? Did you think that you..." I trailed off, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air, leaning back to watch her reaction.

Kiran's face turned a deep red, and she quickly turned and went inside the house, completely flustered.

Principal Sir returned and handed me two 180ml bottles of vodka. I paid him the money, assured him of my silence, and left quickly. I went straight to the market, bought some cold drinks to use as mixers, and then headed directly to Pooja Bua's house.

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## Update 144: Vodka, Stripping, and Humiliation (Avi and Sweta Didi)

I came to Pooja Bua's house with all my stuff in my bag. We all ate dinner together. Sweta Didi was still sad while we were eating.

I gave the sleeping pills to Sital. Sital gave the pills to Pooja Bua and Raj. Pooja Bua and Raj went to her room and fell asleep. Sital went to Raj's room. I went to Sweta Didi's room with her.

Sweta Didi had eaten very little. I gave her the bag. Didi took out the things to drink from the bag.

"Go get a glass," Sweta Didi said, her voice a little unsteady, pointing toward the shelf.

"I brought two glasses," I said, holding up the glasses.

"Why two? Are you going to drink, too?" she asked, a look of surprise on her face.

"I'll drink cold drinks," I replied.

Didi poured the vodka and cold drink into the glass and finished the entire glass in one sip. I started drinking my cold drink while Sweta Didi drank her vodka. Within 15 minutes, Didi finished one bottle. She was getting drunk and was saying whatever came to her mind.

Didi now opened the second bottle.

"Didi, that's enough," I said, trying to stop her, reaching for the bottle.

"Motherfucker! Am I drinking with your money?" she screamed, throwing the money she took from her bra at my face. "Here, take your money."

I got angry, but Didi was drunk. She was not in her senses. Thinking this, I kept quiet.

Didi finished another glass. Now she was swaying with intoxication. Didi stood up and started to walk out of the room. I followed her, worried.

"You stay right there, you motherfucker!" she yelled at me, pointing a shaky finger.

I stood by the gate. Sweta Didi went into the kitchen. After a while, she came back with a plate. She put rice from a pot on the plate in such a way that it looked like a cake. There was a candle in the middle of the rice. The candle was not lit yet.

Didi swayed back into the room and put the plate on the bed. Sital was watching from the gate, her face worried.

"Now blow out the candle," Sweta Didi said, her words slurring.

"The candle isn't lit, so how can I blow it out?" I asked, looking at the wick.

Didi slapped me hard on the cheek. "You blind motherfucker! Can't you see the candle is lit?"

"I'm sorry," I said, holding my cheek where the slap landed.

"Wait a minute, let me turn off the fan, or the candle will blow out," she said.

Didi turned off the fan.

"Now blow out the candle," she said.

I was about to blow out the unlit candle when another slap landed on my cheek.

"Stop, motherfucker! I'm hot," she said, pulling her shirt over her head. Didi sat down on the bed, naked to the waist except for her bra.

"Clean my sweat," she demanded, pointing to her chest, breathing heavily.

I reached out hesitantly and gently cleaned the sweat from her upper chest and neck. The warmth of her skin was shocking.

"I'm hot here too," she said, looking straight into my eyes, and quickly unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor.

"Didi, what are you doing?" I asked, shocked by the sudden, full exposure of her breasts.

Another slap landed on my cheek. "You motherfucker! You call your lover didi?"

She leaned forward, her eyes burning with drunken command. "Clean it. It's sweating there too."

I swallowed hard, my hands shaking. I did what I was told, slowly wiping the sweat and moisture from her exposed breasts.

"Now move down. Clean my stomach," she ordered, pushing my hand away from her chest.

"I can't, Didi," I protested, my face flushed with embarrassment and fear.

Another slap landed on my cheek. "You motherfucker! Just put your hand on it."

I obeyed, putting my hand flat on her bare stomach. Her skin was warm, smooth, and shockingly real.

She stared at me for a moment, then reached down and pulled her salwar and panties down in one rough motion, exposing her bare chooť to me.

"Clean that too. It's hot and wet. Clean my chooť," she screamed, her voice breaking with frustration.

I was speechless, staring at her completely naked body. My cheeks were on fire from the repeated slaps.

To distract her, I acted like blew out the candle.

Didi took some rice in her hands from the plate and put it in my mouth as if she is feeding a cake.

"Eat, motherfucker! It's your birthday today, eat!" she yelled, forcing the rice toward my face.

I felt like I was going to vomit, but I ate the rice quietly. I had to eat the rice.

Then another slap landed on my cheek. "Who will feed me, motherfucker?" she asked.

I fed Didi the rice, my hand shaking slightly.

Another slap landed on my cheek. My cheeks were red now and burning hot. I looked at Sital, who was standing with her hands folded, as if to say, "Please eat it for my sake," her expression pleading.

"You motherfucker! Your girlfriend is sitting in front of you naked, and you're not doing anything. Fuck my chooť!" Sweta Didi screamed, her voice breaking, pointing down at herself.

"I can't do it," I said, a sense of helplessness washing over me, my voice barely a whisper.

Didi started crying loudly. "What's wrong with me that you can't have sex with me? You were having so much fun kissing that girl, you motherfucker. If you won't do it, someone else will!"

Didi stood up and started to walk outside.

"Didi," I said, reaching for her, but another slap landed on my cheek.

"Sweta, where are you going?" I asked, my voice filled with worry, grabbing her arm gently.

"You motherfucker! If you can't fuck me, I'm going outside to get someone else to!" she screamed, yanking her arm away.

Didi walked out of the room naked.

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## Update 145: The Sacrifice and the Violation (Avi and Sweta Didi)

I bolted out of the room right behind Sweta Didi. Didi was already fumbling with the heavy front gate latch.

"Avi, stop Didi!" Sital yelled, her voice urgent and laced with panic, rushing toward me.

My feet hesitated. "You know exactly what she wants if I stop her, Sital," I replied, a cold, heavy feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.

"I know," Sital pleaded, taking a step toward me. "But if she goes out into the village naked like this, we'll all be shamed forever. The whole family's honor will be ruined."

"But I can't just fuck her, she's—" I started, struggling with the moral boundary. Sital cut me off sharply.

"Do it with Didi! Nothing will happen, just do it with her! Hurry up, Didi is opening the gate!" she urged me, her words a direct, desperate command.

Didi managed to push the heavy gate open. It was only the grace of the village's early bedtime that saved us; no one was outside to see Didi's naked form against the darkness. I surged forward, grabbed her from behind, lifted her off the ground, and carried her struggling body back toward the room. Sital quickly closed the gate and bolted it, her hands shaking. I tossed Didi onto the bed. She immediately tried to scramble out of my grasp.

"You motherfucker! You're not doing anything! Let me go! You impotent bastard!" she screamed, thrashing wildly.

Didi's curses, especially the word "impotent," felt like a physical punch to my gut. A hot, blinding wave of pure rage surged through me, causing my vision to narrow and my hands to clench so hard my nails dug into my palms. My breath stopped in my throat, and I felt the powerful, desperate urge to throw her down and violently prove her wrong.

But then, the thought slammed into me: *Didi is drunk. She is not in her right mind today. She is crying inside with pain for Rohan.* She just needs a way to vent her utter humiliation and anger.

I controlled the violent surge of my anger, forced my hands to relax, and decided that if I had to fuck her, it would be done with a strange, forced kind of love and care, not rage.

I came on top of Didi and covered her mouth with mine, immediately starting to suck her lips. I could smell the strong, pungent odor of the vodka emanating from her mouth, but despite that, I continued the kiss, giving her deep, insistent contact. She also started kissing me back like a madwoman, consuming my lips. Didi was first taking out her rage on me for Rohan's betrayal, and now, she was violently showing her twisted love for him through me. She started sucking my lips, sometimes the upper one, sometimes the lower one, in sharp, possessive attacks.

While kissing, my hands began working elsewhere. One hand settled on her full breasts, kneading the soft flesh, and the other moved down to the center of her legs, resting on her chooť. Didi was quite heated now; I felt the unmistakable slickness of her chooť leaking onto my fingers. I didn't waste another second. I moved down, put my tongue right on Didi's chooť, and started licking it greedily. After thoroughly licking her chooť, I concentrated on playing with her clitoris.

Didi became even more heated, her hips beginning to rise toward my face. I moved up again and started sucking her breasts in my mouth. I kept massaging her chooť steadily with one hand while I moved between her firm nipples. One by one, I took both breasts into my mouth, giving Didi a desperate, confusing pleasure.

Then, I attacked her chooť again. This time, I pressed my tongue inside her chooť and started fucking it with my tongue. Didi started moaning—a silent, muffled sound into the pillow. The combined effect of the strong vodka and the intense oral sex was too much for her to handle for long, and her chooť released its water in a sudden, warm flood.

I drank all the water greedily and stood up. Didi immediately sat up and started aggressively taking off my clothes.

"Sweta, that's enough now. We should stop this," I said, catching her hands, trying to reason with her drunken mind.

"Shut up, motherfucker! If you say another word, I'll find something and cut off your lunď and throw it away! You were having so much fun with that girl at the mall, what's so wrong with me that you hesitate?" she yelled, her voice breaking.

Didi didn't wait. The last of the liquor and her raw emotional pain drove her to finish stripping off my remaining clothes violently. She tore at the fabric in her rush. The second my lunď was free, she dropped down and immediately began sucking it. This wasn't about slow pleasure; it was a frenzied, mad hunger.

I quickly glanced at Sital. Her face was serious, but she gave me a slight nod, a silent sign that stopping was impossible and I had to continue with the inevitable.

My mind raced, trying to justify the madness: *If I do this with one sister, I'm a bastard. If I do it with ten, I'm still a bastard. The line is already crossed.*

Didi's control was completely gone. She used her mouth on my lunď with a desperate, consuming force. She attacked my shaft, biting and pulling, and licking every surface of my lunď like a starving creature.

Her actions grew even more chaotic. Driven by the destructive power of the alcohol, she pushed her head lower, burying it between my legs. She started to suck and lick my testicles (balls) with a wild, rough energy.

Without pausing, she moved lower to the sensitive skin of my gaand. She licked my asshole with a terrifying, wild intensity. She was clearly trying to destroy every boundary left between us.

When she finally pulled away, breathing hard and raggedly, I gently laid her back onto the bed. I looked at Sital again. She shook her head slightly, her eyes wide open, urging me to move forward and finish the act. The final violation, now demanded by Didi's drunkenness and Sital's urgent signal, had to happen.

*The future plan clicked into place:* Didi is drunk now. When she finds out tomorrow what I did, I will tell her Sital's name. I will explain that I only did all this on Sital's frantic advice to save the family honor. After I have sex with Sweta Didi, when she inevitably asks me why I committed this act, I will tell her the half-truth. She won't believe me, but if Sital says it too, Sweta Didi might understand that what happened was a terrible consequence of her own drunken actions.

I looked at Sital again, seeking confirmation. She again nodded and urged me to move forward.

I positioned my lunď against the entrance of Didi's chooť. I slowly began to apply pressure, but Didi was a virgin, and the lunď refused to go in. I kept trying, adjusting the angle. Didi, feeling the pressure of my lunď on her sensitive chooť, became frustrated and angry at the failure. She slapped me hard on the cheek again. At that same moment, I took a hard, powerful thrust. The slap hit me, but a raw, agonizing scream tore from Didi's throat. I looked directly at Sital and gave another sudden, forceful thrust, consecrating the lunď with Sweta Didi's blood. My lunď had successfully put its mark on another chooť, breaking the final seal.

I immediately covered Didi's mouth tightly with my hand. Didi was struggling and moaning in sharp pain against my palm. I quickly lowered my head and started kissing Didi fiercely, hoping the oral contact would give her some relief. For a while, I didn't move my hips at all, letting her body adjust to the invasion.

Then, Didi finally put her own hands on my ass and started pushing my lunď deeper in. It was the signal I was waiting for—Didi wanted the entire lunď inside her. I gave a final, deep thrust and put the entire lunď inside Sweta Didi's chooť.

Whenever my lunď goes into a chooť for the first time, a sharp, powerful scream always comes out. My lunď has even made used women scream in pleasure and surprise. Didi was a virgin, so her scream was inevitable. But her painful scream was completely muffled by my hand and the fierce kiss. I started pressing her breasts with my hands. After a short while, Didi's pain subsided. I slowly, tentatively started to move my waist.

Didi was still in pain, but she was carefully hiding it. She seemed desperate not to show the agony. Perhaps Didi was thinking that if Rohan had seen her pain, he would have thought of having sex with that other girl instead of her. Because of this deep-seated fear of rejection, Didi was masking her pain. Or perhaps the numbing effect of the vodka was successfully hiding the sharp edges of her pain.

But Didi's pain didn't last long. After a short while, she started to find pleasure in the movement. Didi began lifting her hips with my thrusts, eagerly taking the lunď deep inside. I glanced at Sital. She was completely heated up just from watching us have sex. Sital was vigorously rubbing her own chooť over her clothes.

I whispered to Sital to come closer and join the action, but she refused with a firm shake of her head. Sital refused because she correctly reasoned that if Sweta Didi was mentally mistaking me for Rohan, she might mistake Sital for the girl because of whom Rohan left her. Given that Sweta Didi could hit me, whom she supposedly loved, what would she do to the rival? That's why Sital refused to come.

Then, I focused all my attention back onto Sweta Didi. I knew I could get Sital anytime I wanted, but it would be nearly impossible to have sex with Sweta Didi again under these circumstances. I increased my speed, driving hard into her. Didi responded by increasing the speed of her own moans (now muffled in my neck). On the other side of the room, Sital also increased the frantic speed of rubbing her chooť.

I kept having sex with Sweta Didi for a solid thirty minutes. Then, my lunď gave up in front of her chooť. I lay heavily on top of Sweta Didi for a moment, letting my breathing slow. Then, I rolled off her. Didi was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, completely asleep, overcome by the alcohol and the traumatic, physical release.

I looked toward the gate; Sital wasn't there anymore. She had gone back to her room to recover herself.

I lay down next to Didi, pulling a sheet over our bodies, and quickly fell asleep.

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## Update 146: Confronting the Morning After (Avi and Sweta Didi)

I woke up to the sound of someone crying. My eyes fluttered open to find Sweta Didi sitting up on the edge of the bed, her body hunched over, great, shuddering sobs wracking her frame. I knew exactly what was happening; the realization of the night's events had hit her.

Didi and I were still naked. I quickly scrambled to find the clothes scattered nearby, picking them up and gently covering Didi's trembling body with her kurta. I reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her.

"Didi, please stop crying now," I said softly, my voice low and soothing, my heart aching with genuine remorse for her pain.

She heard my voice and immediately started crying harder, turning her face away from me, shaking her head violently.

"Please, just listen to me first," I pleaded, gently turning her to face me. "Whatever you say will happen after. But listen first. Then you can cry as much as you want."

She shook her head against the pillow, her voice choked with despair. "What is left for me to hear now, Avi?" she sobbed, burying her face.

"Just listen to me once, please," I insisted, my grip firm but gentle.

She lifted her tear-streaked face, her eyes blazing with pain and accusation. "After you did all this to me, you want me to listen to you? You took advantage of my drunk state! If you weren't my brother, I would have killed you where you lay!" she cried out, trying to pull away.

I held her shoulders firmly, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "First, listen to everything I have to say, and then you decide who is truly at fault for this mess," I stated calmly, holding her steady.

She slumped back against the pillows, defeated. "Say what you want to say," she mumbled, closing her eyes.

I took a deep breath and quickly recounted everything that had happened the night before: the desperate pleas from Sital, her nearly going outside naked, my reluctance, her violent behavior, and the final desperate act committed on Sital's insistent advice to save the family honor. Didi started crying again after listening to the horrifying story of her own actions.

"Oh God, what have I done?" she said, her voice filled with piercing regret, shaking her head back and forth.

I reached out and gently rubbed her arm. "What happened, happened because you were drunk, Didi. Don't blame yourself for the actions of the alcohol," I tried to console her.

She pulled her hands up to cover her face. "But whatever happened, it's all because of me going out of control," she confessed, guilt heavy in her tone. She dropped her hands and looked at me, confusion replacing the guilt. "But how did Mammi (Pooja Bua) not know about all the terrible things I did last night? I was so loud."

"Sital Didi gave Pooja Bua and Raj sleeping pills," I explained, letting the final piece of the plan drop.

"Sleeping pills? Why would she do that?" she asked, looking at me with wide, confused eyes.

"So that Bua wouldn't wake up and find out when you started making a scene after drinking," I replied softly. "Sital Didi did it to protect you and the family's honor."

Her eyes narrowed, and her voice hardened with a sudden rush of misplaced anger. "That means Sital knew everything? Then why didn't she just stop me from drinking in the first place?" she demanded, sitting upright.

"You wanted to go out naked, Didi," I said, my voice low and serious. "You had already opened the main gate of the house. I tried to stop you, but you weren't ready to listen to anything I said. Sital Didi told me that I had to do this act to keep you inside and safe. Now, tell me honestly, whose fault is this entire disaster?"

She slumped again, looking away from me. "Neither I nor you are truly at fault," she said, her voice filled with bitterness. "It's all because of that bastard Rohan."

I shook my head firmly. "It's not because of Rohan, Didi; I think it is mostly your fault in all of this," I countered.

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief, and she stared at me. "My fault?" she asked, her voice sharp with surprise.

"Sital Didi told me everything about Rohan and what happened," I said, my tone gentle but firm.

Her eyes welled up with tears again. "You know everything, the whole story, but you're still taking Rohan's side?" she asked, betrayal in her voice, clutching the sheet.

"Yes, because you never gave Rohan a single chance to say anything in his defense," I explained calmly.

"After seeing him kissing that girl in the classroom, was there anything left for me to hear from Rohan?" she demanded, the pain of that memory still fresh, her jaw tight.

"Think about it," I said, drawing a parallel to our own situation. "After seeing what I did to you last night, you immediately thought it was all my fault this morning, right? But the reality was something else entirely."

She nodded softly, conceding the point. "Yes," she whispered.

"Similarly, you should have given Rohan a chance to tell his side of the story," I said, my voice filled with conviction. "You never know, maybe what you saw didn't happen exactly as you thought. Things aren't always what they seem at first glance. You owe it to your love to listen to Rohan once and hear what he has to say about that girl."

"But it's too late now, Avi," she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat, running a hand through her hair.

I gently lifted her chin so she had to look at me. "It's never too late for anything important," I insisted, trying to be a ray of hope. "The minute you decide to wake up, that's when the new morning starts. You absolutely should talk to Rohan once."

"But..." she trailed off, doubt clouding her face.

"Just think for a moment," I urged her. "The boy who had a three-year relationship with you and never even touched you, who gave up the chance to study engineering just to be in the same college as you—he is still waiting for you, somewhere. You owe it to that kind of love to talk to Rohan once."

"You're right," she said slowly, her voice thoughtful. "But what about that girl he was with in the classroom?" she asked, suspicion creeping back in, tilting her head.

I used a proverb to illustrate the point. "Whether the knife falls on the melon or the melon falls on the knife, the melon gets cut, Didi," I explained. "And every time, we quickly think it's the knife's fault, but we never stop to think that maybe the melon came under the knife itself without warning."

"How can you be so sure that Rohan didn't intentionally do anything wrong?" she asked, her eyes searching for a final, concrete answer, gripping my arm.

I leaned in and whispered the secret. "I talked to Poonam Didi," I revealed.

Her eyes widened, now filled with curiosity. "What did Poonam Didi say? Why didn't she tell me this before?" she asked, suddenly animated, sitting up straighter.

I smiled, teasing her gently. "You never listened to Poonam Didi whenever she spoke about him," I reminded her. "What good will it do to know now, when you were so determined to hate him?"

"I hated Rohan then because I was so angry," she admitted, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't want to hear anything good about him. That's why I didn't listen to Didi. Tell me, please, what exactly did Poonam Didi say?"

"Okay, I'll tell you what Poonam Didi told me," I said, and then I started telling Sweta Didi about my recent conversation with Poonam Didi.

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## Update 147: The Full Story and a New Plan (Avi and Poonam Didi)

After my chaotic interaction with Sweta Didi, I stepped out of the room. My first move was to call Poonam Didi. I used Sital's mobile phone, dialing the number carefully.

"Tell me, Sital, why did you call me?" Poonam Didi answered, her voice sounding cheerful and unaware.

I quickly lowered my voice. "Hello," I said.

A pause followed. "Hello? Who is this speaking?" Poonam Didi asked, sounding confused by the unexpected male voice.

"Didi, it's me, Avi," I replied.

"Oh, Avi! What's up? Why did you call from Sital's phone?" she asked, her tone shifting to surprise.

I tried to sound casual, though my heart was pounding. "I just missed you, so I called from Sital Didi's mobile," I lied, a little nervously.

She laughed, the sound sharp and suspicious. "You missed me? Why would you miss *me*?" she challenged, raising her voice.

"Because one always remembers someone so beautiful, right?" I said, trying to charm my way past her doubt.

"Don't flatter me, Avi," she said, though her laugh softened a bit. She immediately grew serious. "Just tell me why you called. If you genuinely missed me, you would have called from Sweta's mobile. Either Sweta or Sital would have talked first, and then you would have joined the conversation. Now tell me the real reason you called," she insisted, tapping her fingers.

"You're not only beautiful, but you're also incredibly smart, Didi," I conceded, trying to buy some time.

"Thanks. Now tell me why you called," she insisted, her voice getting impatient.

"I wanted to ask you about Sweta Didi and Rohan," I said, finally getting straight to the point.

The change in her voice was immediate and dramatic; it dropped to a serious, protective tone. "Who told you anything about Rohan?" she asked sharply.

"Sital Didi told me," I replied. "But I think Sital Didi doesn't know the complete story, just pieces."

"First, you tell me exactly how much you know, and then I'll decide what I need to tell you," she countered, establishing her caution.

I relayed everything Sital had told me—the diary, the friendship turning to love, the college commitment, and the final scene in the classroom.

"Sweta wrote all of that down in her personal diary," Poonam Didi confirmed with a sigh.

"Yes, Sital Didi told me that she found all this out by reading the diary," I said.

"Whatever Sital said is true; the general timeline is correct," Poonam Didi confirmed.

"If that much is true, then I believe Rohan truly, deeply loves Sweta Didi," I said, feeling a sense of hope for their relationship.

"Not just Rohan, Avi, but Sweta, too," she corrected me. "They both loved each other immensely. Now, listen. I'll tell you what I found out from the college that I tried to tell Sweta many times, but Sweta was too angry to listen..."

The phone beeped loudly and the call was abruptly cut. The mobile's balance had run out just at the most critical point. A moment later, Poonam Didi called me back, thankfully.

"What happened, Avi?" she asked immediately.

"The balance ran out on Sital's mobile," I explained.

"Now listen carefully to what I want to tell you," she said, and I held the mobile tightly to my ear, listening to every word.

"The girl Rohan was seen kissing was a classmate of both Rohan and Sweta," she began, laying out the backstory. "That girl has had many boyfriends in the past. Even after having so many, she only ever got boyfriends who wanted sex from her, never one who truly loved her. When that girl saw the purity and depth of Rohan and Sweta's love, she started getting intensely jealous of Sweta. Seeing their relationship, that girl became obsessed with the idea that she should also get a loving boyfriend like Rohan, but she never did."

Poonam Didi continued, building the tension. "Then that girl started trying to get Rohan's attention. Her attempts all failed because Rohan only had eyes for Sweta. She realized that as long as Rohan and Sweta loved each other, she would never be able to break them up or get Rohan alone. Then that girl came up with a desperate, malicious plan to get Rohan by isolating him. She waited patiently for a chance to get Rohan alone."

"One day, Sital got sick, and Sweta was late to college because she had to take Sital to the hospital first. Rohan was sitting alone in the classroom, diligently studying. When Rohan was alone in the class, that girl came in, too. She sat right next to Rohan and started studying," she explained. "When Sweta finally arrived at college, she started looking for Rohan. After looking for a while, that girl's friend secretly called the girl and told her that Sweta had arrived on campus. That girl’s friend, executing the final part of their plan, told Sweta that Rohan was in the empty classroom."

"Sweta started walking quickly toward the classroom. When Sweta came near the class gate, that girl leaned in and told Rohan that something had suddenly gotten into her eye and asked him to check," Poonam Didi finished the scene. "Rohan leaned in, trying to look into her eye, and at that very moment, Sweta came to the class gate. And at that exact same moment, that girl quickly kissed Rohan forcefully. Sweta thought Rohan was kissing that girl back, but the truth is that girl was kissing Rohan against his will. And the rest of the breakup story, Sital already told you."

"This is the true story of Sweta and Rohan," Poonam Didi concluded.

My jaw tightened with frustration. "Why didn't you tell all this to Sweta Didi immediately?" I demanded, my voice sharp.

"I tried to tell her many times, Avi, but Sweta wouldn't listen to a word," Poonam Didi said, her voice filled with resignation. "She would change the subject as soon as she heard Rohan's name, completely consumed by her anger and hurt."

"Do you really think Rohan still loves Didi?" I asked, needing absolute confirmation, my voice low.

"Yes, he does. He tries to meet Sweta every time he can," she confirmed. "But Sweta refuses to listen or even see him. The other day, when you went to the mall, I actually told Rohan that Sweta was going to be there and that he should go there and try to talk to her one last time. But even there, Sweta refused to listen to him."

"Do you have Rohan's phone number?" I asked, a definite plan forming in my mind.

"Yes, I do, but what exactly do you want to do with it?" she asked, her curiosity suddenly piqued.

I felt a surge of confidence. "If my plan works out, then Rohan and Sweta will be happily back together again soon," I said confidently, grinning slightly.

"Okay. But whatever you do, think it through very carefully," she warned me gently. "I'll text you the number right now."

"Thanks so much, Didi. Bye," I said, relief washing over me.

"Bye, Avi," she replied. I hung up the phone, looking at the screen, waiting for the number to arrive.

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## Update 148: Regret, Forgiveness, and a New Hope (Avi and Sweta Didi)

I finished telling Sweta Didi everything about my conversation with Poonam Didi and the true story of Rohan's innocence.

"I thought you wouldn't listen to a single word while you were sober and angry," I explained, my voice low. "That’s why I brought the vodka, thinking I could talk to you after you drank. But everything spiraled out of control last night before I could even tell you the truth."

After hearing the full account of her misplaced anger and the subsequent violation, Sweta Didi started crying. Her tears were no longer the simple grief of a girl betrayed, but the uncontrollable sobs of a woman overwhelmed by shame and regret. I managed to calm Didi with great difficulty, holding her until her breathing steadied.

"Avi, what have I done?" Sweta Didi sobbed, her voice cracking. "First, I didn't listen to Rohan and destroyed his love, and now I've done this terrible thing with you."

Sweta Didi immediately started crying again. I had to pull her close and calm her down once more.

"Didi, what will crying achieve now?" I said softly, rubbing her back. "What's done is done. Now, you should only think about when and how you'll talk to Rohan. We must forget what happened between us last night."

She lifted her head, her face etched with shame. "Avi, how can I even face Rohan now?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"Didi, nothing will happen," I insisted, shaking my head. "Talk to Rohan and say sorry for your quick judgment. I think Rohan will be the one to say sorry to you first for the misunderstanding."

"But..." she started, her voice trailing off with doubt.

"Didi, you didn't make a mistake when you saw the scene; Rohan did, by letting that girl get close enough," I insisted gently. "You were simply hurt and angry."

"And what about what happened last night?" she asked, her eyes fluttering shut, the memory a ghost between us.

"Let's forget what happened last night and call it a bad, strange dream," I said, trying to make the horror disappear.

"A bad dream?" she asked, her eyes snapping open with disbelief. "I have committed such a great sin with my own brother, and you're asking me to forget it like it was nothing?"

"Sin?" I asked, genuinely confused by her choice of word.

"I had sex with my brother—I did something with my own blood that I couldn't even dream of doing," she said, her voice heavy with guilt.

"You didn't do it on purpose, Didi; it happened because you were drunk and out of your mind," I reasoned. "It would have been completely different if you had done it knowing what you were doing. If you look at it honestly, I am the one who sinned. You were drunk, but I was fully sober."

"No, Avi, what happened was my fault," she said, her voice now strangely firm and absolving me. "You just did what I, in my drunken state, forced you to do."

"Let's just leave it there then," I said, trying to end the painful conversation. "No matter whose fault it was, the best thing we can do now is forget about that night."

She looked at me, a small, knowing smile finally replacing the tears. "It's not that easy to forget a night like that," she said softly.

I leaned in, a familiar smirk returning to my face. "I know you can't forget that night," I said, my voice dropping, "because you had so much fun with my lunď," and I started laughing.

"You're a rascal, Avi," she said, slapping my arm playfully, finally laughing too. "Wait right there; I'll show you how much fun I had!"

Didi immediately stood up to hit me and stepped toward me. She had completely forgotten that she was still naked and that I had only dbangd clothes over her. Didi stood up, fully naked, and crossed to the other side of the bed.

"Now I'll show you," she said, a playful spark in her eyes, pointing her finger at me.

"What do you have to show me, Didi?" I asked, my smirk widening. "I can already see everything I need to see."

Didi's eyes dropped down to her body. The realization that she was completely naked slammed into her. She let out a small gasp, threw one hand over her breasts, and clamped the other over her cunt. She spun around and ran back to where the clothes lay. She snatched them up and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

I also quickly put on my clothes. After a while, Pooja Bua, Raj, and Sital also woke up from the sleeping pills. Then we all gathered and had breakfast.

Later, Sital, Sweta Didi, and I came back to the room. Sital was struggling to hold back her laughter. Maybe she was laughing, remembering my constant beating and Sweta Didi's final, desperate fucking from last night.

I was sitting on the bed, looking at Sital sometimes and at Sweta Didi other times. I had broken both Sital's and Sweta Didi's seals. I had made both of them women through my cock. Sital's fucking happened while she was sober, with our mutual, unspoken consent. Sweta Didi's fucking happened when she was drunk, forced by my necessity and Sital's urgent command.

Today, just like yesterday, Sweta Didi was sitting by the window and looking outside. Yesterday, Sweta Didi was looking out, thinking only about staying away from Rohan forever. Until yesterday, Didi didn't even want to see Rohan's face again.

But today, Sweta Didi was looking out the window, completely consumed with thinking about how to go back to Rohan, how to keep looking at his face again. Love is exactly like that; one moment it crushes you with pain, and the next moment, the promise of hope gives you overwhelming happiness.

I kept looking at Sital sometimes and Sweta Didi sometimes. There was a secret, knowing smile on Sital's face, but there was deep, thoughtful tension on Sweta Didi's face. She was desperately thinking about how to talk to Rohan right now. I was also thinking intensely about Rohan and Sweta Didi, formulating a plan to bring them back together.

But before I committed to bringing them together, I had to see how true Rohan's love really was. After all, it was my sister's life, and my own complicated future, that was on the line.

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## Update 148 A: The Accident Lie (Avi, Sweta Didi, and Sital)

Sweta Didi was still sitting by the window, lost in new hope. Sital was watching me intently, and I was deep in my thoughts, trying to figure out the fastest, most effective way to bring Rohan and Sweta Didi back together. After a few minutes of intense concentration, a sudden, bold idea snapped into my mind.

"Sweta Didi, can you please hand me your mobile phone?" I asked.

She turned from the window, a small crease of confusion on her brow. "Why do you need my mobile?" she asked.

"I have something important I need to do right now," I said simply.

"Here," she said, shrugging and handing the device over.

I quickly dialed Rohan's number. I waited a moment, then pressed the speaker button, placing the phone on the bed between us.

"Hello, Sweta, is that you?" Rohan answered instantly, his voice carrying the familiarity of a lover.

"Hello," I said, keeping my own voice low and slightly rough.

"Who is this? Where did you get Sweta's phone?" Rohan demanded, his tone sharp with confusion.

"I found this phone lying here on the road," I lied smoothly.

"On the road?" Rohan asked, his voice instantly tightening with worry.

"Yes, on the road," I repeated, forcing a sense of urgency into my voice. "A girl just had a serious accident right here. This is her mobile. I was looking through the contacts to call her family to tell them about the accident, and your number popped up, so I called you."

Sweta Didi gasped, about to shout something at the word "accident," but I swiftly shook my head and silenced her with a fierce look.

"Did Sweta have an accident? Is it Sweta?" Rohan asked, his voice now rising into full-blown panic. My heart hammered against my ribs; Rohan's fear was clear.

"So that girl's name is Sweta," I said, trying to maintain a calm, indifferent tone. "What are you to her?"

"She's my future wife!" Rohan replied instantly, the words escaping him with a fierce sense of pride and possessiveness.

Hearing the word "wife" so easily leave Rohan's mouth caused Sweta Didi's whole body to flush a bright red, and she clamped her hand over her mouth to suppress a sudden, shy squeal of happiness. A huge wave of relief washed over me, confirming his love was real.

"So you're her future husband," I acknowledged.

"Forget all these useless questions and just tell me where she is and how badly she's hurt!" Rohan shouted, his voice now urgent and desperate.

"I don't know anything about that," I said, maintaining the lie.

"But you know where the accident happened, right? You said you were there!" he pleaded.

"Yes, I know where that happened," I said.

"Please stop talking nonsense and tell me where the accident happened!" he yelled, his voice cracking with emotion.

"The accident happened in the village," I replied, and with that final, vague detail, I quickly cut the call. I immediately told Sital to grab the mobile. "Sital, switch that phone off, now!" Sital quickly switched off the mobile.

I knew I needed to cover my tracks. I told Sital to bring her own mobile. I had to call Poonam Didi because Rohan would certainly go to her house first after hearing about the accident. I knew Sweta's mobile was off, and Sital's mobile had no balance. I called Poonam Didi and asked her where she was. Poonam Didi told me she was on her way to a friend's wedding with her mother, meaning her house would be locked. This was perfect. I didn't need to tell Poonam Didi anything about Rohan's emergency.

"Avi, what in the world was all that about?" Sweta Didi asked, completely confused, her fear slowly turning to agitation, gesturing at the silent phone.

"Nothing," I said, giving her a mischievous glint from my eye. "I'm just directing a small, necessary play."

"A play? Why would you do that?" she asked, her hands gesturing wildly, looking bewildered.

"You desperately want to talk to Rohan, right? I'm arranging a private meeting with Rohan for you right now," I said, unable to hide my smirk.

"I don't understand a single thing you are doing," she said, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"I'll explain everything later," I said, dismissing her worry. "First, you need to answer a few more of my questions clearly."

"Ask," she conceded.

"Does Rohan have Sital Didi's or Poonam Didi's direct phone number?" I asked, needing to confirm the blockades.

"No, I don't think so," she replied.

"Does Rohan know where Poonam Didi's house is?" I asked.

"Why are you asking such idiotic questions, Avi? Of course he knows where I live!" she said impatiently, rolling her eyes.

"He knows you live in the village, right? He knows the village name?" I pressed.

"Yes, he knows about this village," she confirmed.

I leaned back, a wide smile spreading across my face. "You still don't understand what I'm doing, Didi," I said, looking from her tense face to Sital's amused one. "There is nothing complicated about this. After hearing about your horrible accident, he is probably calling your mobile right now, but the mobile is switched off. So now, his next step will be to go straight to Poonam Didi's house, hoping to find you there or get information. But Poonam Didi's house is locked. Then, he will panic and realize he has to come here to the village to find you. When Rohan comes to the village, you can meet him."

I picked up the phone from the bed. "And until Rohan comes here, this mobile will stay securely with me."

"What if this doesn't work out?" she asked, her voice filled with a sudden, horrible doubt. "What if Rohan doesn't come here to the village?"

"If Rohan doesn't come here, then you'll know for sure that Rohan has forgotten you and moved on," I said, my voice deliberately serious, testing her resolve.

"Don't even say that, Avi," she pleaded, her voice now trembling with renewed fear.

"I'm ninety percent sure that Rohan will come here right away," I reassured her.

"And what about the ten percent?" she asked, her eyes searching mine desperately.

"And ten percent that he won't come at all," I said, holding her gaze. "But don't worry about any of that. Leave everything to me. Your only job is just not to try and call Rohan."

"Okay," she said, visibly relieved that the responsibility was out of her hands.

"Now I'm going back to my house," I said, standing up. "We'll talk about the next steps later."

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## Update 149: The Ambush in the Fields (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital, and Rohan)

I went home, feeling the exhaustion of the night finally hit me. I quickly freshened up and ate something. Then, I rushed back to Pooja Bua's house. Three hours had passed since I placed that panic call to Rohan. He should have arrived by now, as the bike ride should take about three hours to the village. I pulled out Sweta Didi's mobile and turned it on, the screen lighting up. I sat there, tense, thinking about Rohan. If his call didn't come in the next thirty minutes, my entire elaborate plan would fail.

Sweta Didi and Sital were glued to the watch on the wall. It was as if Didi was desperately trying to speed up the clock. The three of us were lost in our silent, anxious thoughts when Sweta Didi's mobile suddenly rang. I snatched the mobile out of my pocket. It was just a generic company call. Sweta Didi flinched in anger but managed to keep quiet.

Now, only ten minutes of my self-imposed deadline remained. Sital leaned toward me, her voice a tense whisper. "Avi, why did you tell him three hours? I thought it was less than that."

"It took us three hours to get from the travel agency to the district office that day, and then an extra twenty minutes to get to the village by taxi. Based on that, I said three hours," I explained quickly. "But since Rohan is coming by bike, it should take him twenty minutes less, meaning he should be here any minute." I was still telling Sital this when the mobile suddenly rang again.

This time, the name Rohan flashed on the screen. Sweta Didi's face instantly lit up with immense relief and excitement. I quickly motioned for both Didi and Sital to be absolutely silent.

I answered the call. "Hello," Rohan said, his voice ragged with worry.

"Hello," I replied simply.

"Are you the one who called me earlier about the accident?" Rohan asked.

"Yes, I am," I confirmed.

"Why did you switch off the mobile? I was calling constantly!" Rohan asked, agitation clear in his voice.

"It happened by mistake. It died," I lied, keeping my tone clipped and distant.

"Okay, forget that. Tell me now, which hospital is Sweta in? I need to know!" Rohan demanded, his concern paramount.

I let a touch of mischief enter my voice. "First, tell me exactly where you are right now," I said.

"I'm here, right in front of the college in Sweta's village," Rohan replied, his desperation audible.

"You wait right there. I'll be there in a bit, and I'll personally take you to Sweta," I instructed.

"Okay, please come fast!" Rohan said, and I abruptly hung up.

I turned to the two sisters, a clear plan of action ready. "Sital Didi, you take Sweta Didi right now and go to our small house in the fields," I said, explaining the next crucial part of the plan. "Chacha is away in the city today, so the house is empty and private. You wait for me there. I will bring Rohan. Then we can all sit there comfortably and talk, and Sweta Didi can finally tell you both the full, true story."

Sital grabbed Sweta Didi's hand. "Let's go, Didi," Sital said.

Sweta Didi and Sital quickly left the house and headed toward the fields. After waiting ten minutes for them to reach the destination, I started walking toward the college. Rohan was sitting anxiously on his bike, waiting for me. I walked up to him.

"Are you Rohan?" I asked. The words were out before I could stop them. *Oh no, what did I just say? I didn't even ask his name on the phone, I just assumed. What if he finds out about our whole elaborate play?*

"Yes, I'm Rohan. And who are you?" he asked, standing up and looking me over. *It's a good thing Rohan didn't ask how I knew his name. What am I even thinking? If he had asked, I could have easily said I found his name on Sweta's mobile. I hope I don't go completely crazy trying to reunite Sweta Didi and Rohan.*

"I'm the one who called you about the accident," I clarified.

"So you're the one who called me," Rohan said, a huge look of relief washing over his tense face.

"Yes. Now let's go; I'll take you to Sweta," I said, turning away.

"Where is Sweta? In which hospital are we going?" Rohan asked, walking toward his bike.

"You're in a village, Rohan," I said, shaking my head. "There are no proper hospitals or doctors here. There are only local Vaidji (traditional healers). Come on, let's go fast; we need to walk."

"Get on the bike; we can go faster," Rohan insisted.

"The bike can't go to where we are going," I lied smoothly. "We have to walk from here."

I started taking Rohan with me, leading him away from the village houses and toward the fields. Rohan stopped and looked at the wide, open fields, confusion in his eyes. "The village is behind us now. Where are you taking me, to the fields?" he asked, suspicious, stopping dead in his tracks.

"We are going to the right place; trust me," I said, my voice firm and reassuring.

"Are you playing some kind of joke on me? Is this a trick?" Rohan asked, a hint of deep suspicion entering his tone, his eyes narrowing.

I pulled Sweta Didi's mobile from my pocket and showed him the screen. "Look, this is Sweta's mobile. I called you from this phone," I said. "Do you believe me now?"

"Okay, let's go then," he said, accepting the evidence, and we started walking quickly across the fields.

After a short while, we reached the small, isolated house.

"Look, that's the house right there," I said, pointing. "Sweta is inside."

Rohan didn't hesitate; he started running toward the house. I followed him, watching him desperately reach the door. Rohan was shocked when he burst inside the house. Sweta Didi was lying on the bed, feigning injury, and Sital was sitting right next to her. Rohan knew Sital well; he knew she was Sweta's sister. Rohan looked scared and utterly confused, seeing Sital sitting next to Sweta instead of a doctor.

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## Update 150: The Reunion (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital, and Rohan)

Rohan, stunned by the sight of Sital and the strange location, rushed forward and knelt by the bed where Sweta Didi lay pretending to be unconscious. He reached out and sat next to Sweta, his hand trembling as he didn't dare touch her yet.

"Sital, what happened to Sweta? Tell me everything!" Rohan asked, his voice raw with fear and filled with a thousand questions.

Sital played her part perfectly, her voice shaky and low. "Didi had a serious accident nearby," she replied, tears welling up on command.

"When? How? Where did the accident happen exactly?" Rohan asked, the questions pouring out of him in a desperate torrent. "And why in God's name did you bring Sweta here to this deserted house to see a Vaidji instead of taking her to a real hospital and a doctor?"

"The accident happened very close to here, so we quickly brought Didi to the nearest help we could find," Sital said, sticking to the flimsy story.

"What did the Vaidji say? How is Sweta's condition? Is she in danger?" Rohan demanded, grabbing Sital's arm.

Sital looked down, her lower lip trembling. "The Vaidji said..." Sital sobbed dramatically, "that if Didi doesn't regain consciousness in the next twenty-four hours..." and she dissolved into even harder, more agonizing crying.

Seeing Sital break down, the last shred of Rohan's composure vanished. He started crying openly, the tears streaming down his face. He gently took Sweta Didi's hand, clutched it fiercely, and sank to the dirt floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

*Visceral Reaction:* Watching Rohan break down, sacrificing his composure and dignity simply because he believed Sweta Didi was hurt, I felt a deep ache of respect spread through my chest. My throat went tight, and my eyes burned with unexpected moisture. I realized I was seeing true, selfless love for the first time—a love that only cared about the person, not the circumstances. I was stunned by the depth of his devotion.

My thoughts raced, analyzing his pure reaction: *I'm seeing this kind of love for the first time—a love that thinks only with the heart, not the mind or logic.* *If Sweta had an accident, there should be marks on her body, but there was nothing like that. I told Rohan that this was a Vaidji's house, so the Vaidji should be here treating her. Sital said if Sweta didn't regain consciousness in twenty-four hours, then... In such a critical condition, Sweta's parents and family should be here, but only Sital was present. No Vaidji would treat someone in this condition here; Sweta Didi should have been in a major hospital right now. Rohan didn't stop to think about any of these simple, obvious things. Rohan truly loves Sweta Didi. He only cares about Sweta Didi's life. He doesn't care about anything else. He just wants Sweta Didi. I wish Mala loved me like that. I wish I loved Mala like that.* Thinking about Rohan and Sweta Didi's bond, my mind drifted toward Mala.

Rohan, still clutching Didi's hand, cried out, his voice cracking with unbearable anguish. "Sweta, what happened to you? Say something, please! Look, it's me, Rohan! All this has happened because of me! It's all my fault for not telling you the truth that day! She was the one who kissed me, not the other way around! Just listen to me once! Just open your eyes once! Please, just once! I only love you! Only you! If anything happens to you, I promise I'll do something to myself, too!"

Sweta Didi couldn't control herself for another second after hearing Rohan's complete confession and promise of self-harm. She immediately sat bolt upright and threw herself onto Rohan, hugging him tightly and crying into his shoulder. While crying, she started saying "Sorry" over and over again to Rohan.

Rohan was completely shocked by Sweta Didi's sudden revival and her intense embrace. He didn't know what to do; he was utterly confused whether to be happy seeing Sweta Didi alive and well, or to keep crying seeing the fresh tears pouring from her eyes. I immediately gestured to Sital with my head to follow me outside. Sital and I quietly slipped out and started walking away across the fields, leaving them alone.

Now, whatever needed to be said or done—the full explanation, the apology, the future—was entirely up to Sweta Didi. My only job had been to arrange a final, desperate meeting between Sweta Didi and Rohan, and I had done that. Now it was up to Sweta Didi to handle the truth. Sweta Didi would have to explain to Rohan that the accident was simply a dangerous, necessary play.

Sital and I walked among the tall crops in the fields, making small talk to pass the time. After about thirty minutes, Sital and I walked back to the house. When we came inside, we found Rohan and Sweta Didi deeply kissing, lost in each other. It was clear: Sweta Didi and Rohan were back together.

I don't know the exact words they exchanged; I should have listened to them. Instead of walking aimlessly in the fields, I should have listened to the whole conversation from the window. But let it go. One should look at the positive final result, not the messy details of how it happened. The result is positive, so the other things—the lies, the pain, the fuck —don't matter anymore.

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## Update 150 A: A Sweet Beginning (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital, and Rohan)

Rohan and Sweta Didi were locked in a desperate kiss, oblivious to everything but the relief of their reunion. Sital and I stood in the doorway, genuinely happy for Sweta Didi that she had her love back and that our risky plan had worked. I cleared my throat, shattering the moment.

"Didi," I called out softly. Hearing my voice, Sweta Didi immediately came back to her senses, her eyes flying open, and she quickly pulled away from Rohan.

Rohan stopped kissing too, turning to face us, a mix of embarrassment and elation on his face. Sital and I walked forward and joined them. The four of us stood there awkwardly, looking at each other, but no one spoke. Everyone had a torrent of emotions and questions they wanted to say and ask, but they were all sitting quietly, looking down, processing the rapid events. Finally, Sweta Didi broke the silence, clearing her throat.

"Rohan, you already know Sital," Sweta Didi said, gesturing toward her sister. She then turned to me. "Meet him. This is my brother, Avi. He is the one because of whom we are together again, and he's the one who masterminded this crazy 'accident' play."

"Hi," Rohan said, offering me a handshake.

"Hi," I replied, taking his hand.

Rohan shook his head, a smile touching his lips. "What was the need to do all this drama?" he asked, a hint of genuine confusion remaining. "If you had just told me once you wanted to talk, I would have come immediately."

"By doing all this, Rohan, we—and especially Sweta Didi—got a chance to find out just how deeply you love Didi and how much Didi loves you," I explained. I bowed my head slightly. "And I truly am sorry for troubling you with the terrifying lie."

Rohan dismissed the apology with a wave of his hand. "Because of you, I got Sweta back and learned how much she loves me, too," Rohan said, his voice thick with gratitude. "Thank you, Avi."

"Come on, let's go now," I said, glancing at the windows. "We can't stay here in this abandoned house for long. And we didn't even tell Pooja Bua that we were coming here."

"We'll go," Sital chimed in, stepping forward, "but there should be something sweet for Didi's beautiful new relationship. A tradition."

"Where will we find proper sweets here in the middle of the fields?" I asked, shrugging. I winked at Sweta Didi. "Besides, Sweta Didi and Rohan have already made their mouths sweet enough, haven't they?"

Sweta Didi let out a nervous little laugh, her cheeks immediately blushing bright red at my direct comment.

"Didi has already done her part," Sital said, laughing too. "Let's go eat mangoes from the orchard to make *our* mouths sweet for the happy occasion."

"Okay, I agree to that," I said.

Then the four of us walked out of the house and went to a small mango orchard nearby where we laughed and ate mangoes, enjoying the lightness of the successful reunion. Sweta Didi was radiant, clearly happy that she had Rohan back. I took a moment to call Poonam Didi and told her everything that had happened. Poonam Didi was also overjoyed for Sweta Didi.

After a while, Rohan looked at his watch. "I should really go now," he said. "It's a very long journey back on the bike."

"No, please stay today," Sweta Didi said immediately, grabbing his arm. "You can leave tomorrow morning."

"But where will I stay, Sweta?" Rohan asked, looking around the rural setting.

"At Sweta Didi's house, of course," I interjected, already formulating a new plan.

"What? Are you serious?" Rohan asked, surprised by the audacity.

"Yes," I confirmed. "We'll tell Pooja Bua that you are a serious classmate of Sweta Didi and that you're just a friend visiting."

"But Mammi won't ever agree to that," Sweta Didi said, her face clouding with worry.

"We'll tell Bua that Rohan's bike suddenly broke down and that he has to stay here tonight until it can be repaired," I quickly countered.

"What if Raj or someone sees the bike and realizes it's perfectly fine?" Sweta Didi asked, still nervous.

I couldn't help but grin, proud of my foresight. "I already took the air out of the bike's tire before coming here to the house," I admitted.

Rohan stared at me in disbelief, a slow smile spreading on his face. "You were with me the whole time! When did you manage to do that?" he asked.

"This is my village, Rohan," I said, my smirk widening. "I have my own methods."

"Let's go now," Sital urged, glancing nervously toward the village. "It's getting late, and we didn't even tell Mammi that we were leaving the village house."

"Let's go," I agreed.

We started walking quickly back toward the main house. First, we retrieved Rohan's bike from the college. Then Rohan started wheeling the bike, with its flat tire, toward Sweta Didi's house. On the walk, I pulled Sweta Didi aside. I asked her what exactly had happened in the house after Sital and I had left. Sweta Didi looked at the ground and admitted that they both just kept saying "sorry" to each other over and over, and then they started kissing, unable to stop.

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## Update 151: The Confrontation and the Fix (Avi, Pooja Bua, and Rohan)

We walked back to the house, Rohan awkwardly wheeling his bike with the flat tire, and knocked on the gate. Pooja Bua opened it, her expression shifting from curiosity to suspicion as she saw Rohan. We all quickly went inside and sat down in the hall.

"Who is he, Sweta?" Pooja Bua asked sharply, her eyes fixed entirely on Rohan.

Sweta Didi opened her mouth to start the "broken bike" lie, but I cut her off immediately, deciding that honesty—or at least, a strategic version of it—was the fastest way forward.

"He's Rohan," I said, my voice loud and firm, facing Bua directly. "Sweta Didi's boyfriend. He came here to meet Sweta Didi, but his bike broke down. Now he can't go back, so Sweta Didi brought Rohan here to stay tonight. Sweta Didi and Rohan love each other and want to be together."

I delivered the entire speech in one sudden, breathless rush. Sweta Didi, Rohan, and Sital all stared at me in profound shock. Everyone was stunned to hear that I had just dropped the entire truth about Sweta Didi and Rohan on Pooja Bua without warning. Sweta Didi's face was pale with shock, while Pooja Bua's face was slowly filling with cold, dangerous anger.

Pooja Bua fixed her gaze on Sweta Didi and Sital. She didn't speak; she just looked at them with pure rage. No one knew what to do or say, the tension was suffocating.

"Sweta, Sital," Pooja Bua finally said, her voice dangerously low. "You two go to your room now."

"Mammi..." Sweta Didi started, trying to plead her case.

Pooja Bua slammed her hand on the arm of the sofa. "I said go inside! So go inside!" she yelled, the anger finally erupting.

Sweta Didi and Sital scrambled off the sofa and quickly went to their room. Now only I, Raj, Rohan, and Bua remained in the hall.

Pooja Bua turned her fierce attention back to me. "Avi, are you telling me the truth about this boy?" she demanded.

"Yes, Rohan and Sweta Didi love each other very much," I replied steadily.

Bua glared at Rohan. "You're still sitting here! Get out of my house right now!" Rohan jumped up immediately, scared by Pooja Bua's harshness, and started moving toward the door.

"Rohan, sit down!" I commanded. "Where are you going? I'll talk to Bua." Rohan, completely confused, simply nodded and sat back on the sofa, his eyes wide.

"Raj, please give Rohan a glass of water," I instructed my younger brother. "I need to talk to Bua privately."

I took Bua's arm and led her quickly to her room, closing the door behind us.

"What is the meaning of all this, Avi?" Pooja Bua hissed, her voice filled with anger and betrayal. "Get him out of my house immediately!"

"First, please, listen to me calmly," I said, meeting her gaze. "Then whatever you decide will happen, I promise."

She took a shaky breath, crossing her arms tightly. "Say what you want to say, then," she conceded, her voice softening only slightly.

"Sweta Didi and Rohan want to get married," I stated clearly. "I have learned that Rohan is a very good boy. They both care for each other deeply, and Sweta Didi can only be happy if she is with Rohan." I leaned in, lowering my voice persuasively. "Do you know why Rohan is here? We called him here by lying that Didi had an accident! Look how fast he came to the village, panicking to meet Sweta Didi! Rohan loves Sweta Didi more than his own life. Rohan will keep Sweta Didi happy. Just say yes, Bua."

I added the practical incentive. "I'll tell you one more thing: Rohan's father has a massive clothing business. His family has a huge business presence in the city. They are important, big people. Sweta Didi will be happy and she will rule there."

I strategically wove in details of her recent misery: I told her some things from yesterday, mentioning how crazed Sweta Didi was, crying over Rohan. Then I quickly told her about their three years of love in the city, adding in some exaggerated details about the family wealth to make Bua seriously consider the proposal.

"All this talk about love and business is fine," Pooja Bua said, her expression still worried. "But you'll be responsible for all of this if something goes wrong later. What if they don't like Sweta once they meet us? What if Rohan's father flatly refuses to marry them?"

"Is that all you are worried about?" I asked, smiling confidently. "Simple. We will go to Rohan's house tomorrow morning and talk to his family directly. If they like Didi and agree, it's settled. If they don't, we will tell Didi that she must forget Rohan forever. We will know their intention tomorrow."

"Yes, that plan sounds manageable," Pooja Bua said, nodding slowly.

"So you agree to meet them?" I asked, a wide smile spreading across my face.

"First, I want to ask Rohan some questions myself," she said, her expression serious. "Then, I will give my final word."

"Yes, why not?" I replied immediately.

Bua and I came back to the hall.

"What is your full name, son?" Pooja Bua asked Rohan, her voice now calm and investigative.

"Rohan," he replied, standing up straight.

"Who all are in your immediate family?" Pooja Bua asked.

"In my family, there's my Mammi and Papa, my Bhabhi (sister-in-law), my elder brother who passed away, my other brother Sohan, who's currently doing his engineering. Sohan is older than me. After him, it's me. And my oldest sister lives in another city with her husband," Rohan recited clearly.

"What does your father do for a living?" Pooja Bua asked, getting to the key detail.

"We have a clothing business in the city," Rohan replied. "I'll also join the business after finishing my studies."

"Do your parents know you came here today?" Pooja Bua asked, her most crucial question. "Do they know about Sweta? Will they agree to a marriage?"

"Yes, Mammi and Papa have all met Sweta socially," Rohan said. "But Mammi and Papa don't know the depth of our love. They just think we are close friends. But Bhabhi and Sohan know everything about Sweta and me. Bhabhi will definitely convince Mammi and Papa."

"Okay," Pooja Bua said, a decision made. "I want to meet your parents at your house tomorrow morning."

"You can meet them whenever you want, Bua," Rohan said immediately.

"I want to meet them tomorrow," Pooja Bua stated firmly.

"Okay," Rohan agreed quickly. "I'll call Bhabhi and tell her that we are coming tomorrow to visit."

Pooja Bua looked at me. "Avi, you will sleep in Raj's room with Rohan tonight. You will stay with him."

"Yes, Bua," I said, nodding.

Sweta Didi and Sital came rushing out of their room, having listened through the door to the entire conversation.

"Sweta, Rohan will be staying here tonight," Pooja Bua announced.

Sweta Didi let out a squeal of pure joy and immediately hugged Pooja Bua, tears of gratitude springing to her eyes.

I leaned toward Rohan and whispered in his ear, a triumphant smirk on my face. "You're in luck, Rohan."

Rohan squeezed my arm in thanks. "All this is only because of you, Avi," he whispered back. "Thank you."

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