Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 170: The Negotiation and the Threat (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Chacha)

A little while after Meena Chachi and I came home, Chacha also arrived, coming home much earlier than usual.

"Oh, it was Avi's result day today, wasn't it?" Chacha looked at me, rubbing his chin after he settled down. "What was the outcome?"

"I passed, Chachaji," I said proudly, puffing out my chest.

"What do you mean 'passed'?" Meena Chachi jumped in, her voice full of praise. "Our Avi came in eighth place in the whole schoool!"

"That's good," Chacha nodded approvingly. "What's the plan now, Avi?"

"What do you mean, 'what's next'?" Meena Chachi looked at him sharply, crossing her arms.

"Do you want to study further, or do you want to come work in the fields with me now?" Chacha explained, leaning back.

"I want to study further," I stated clearly, meeting his gaze.

"Study? What will you do after studying?" Chacha frowned, dismissive of the idea. "Come to the fields with me and learn the real work."

I looked desperately at Meena Chachi for help.

"He wants to study," Meena Chachi stepped in front of me, defending my choice. "Just let him study."

"What great thing will he do after studying in the city?" Chacha persisted, shaking his head.

"He'll do whatever he wants to do," Meena Chachi countered, putting her hand on her hip firmly. "Just let him study. You won't listen to this one request of mine?"

"If he comes to the fields with me, he'll learn the work quickly and start earning," Chacha tried to reason with her.

"If we don't let Avi study, everyone in the village will say that we are not taking good care of him or his future," Meena Chachi countered, her voice serious.

"Okay, Avi. Study as much as you want," Chacha finally conceded with a heavy sigh, giving up the argument.

I was instantly happy, my face breaking into a wide smile of relief.

"I wanted to talk about one more thing," Meena Chachi moved on to the next phase of her plan.

"Say it, then," Chacha waved his hand, inviting her to continue.

"Avi wants to study in the college in the district city," Meena Chachi presented the information carefully.

"Why?" Chacha looked surprised. "What's wrong with the schoool here in the village?"

"There is no science stream offered in the village schoool," Meena Chachi explained smoothly.

"What is this 'science'?" Chacha asked, confused by the term.

"Sweta said that Avi should take science so that he can become an engineer one day," Meena Chachi continued smoothly. "And Komal is also going to study in the city college. Avi will have her company and support."

"What exactly do you want, Meena?" Chacha looked at her, searching for the hidden request behind all the talk.

"I want Avi to go to the city and study," Meena Chachi stated clearly. "I've already told Pooja and Neha. They also strongly want Avi to go and study in the city with Komal."

"Okay, you can enroll Avi in the city college. But..." Chacha rubbed his chin, giving in bit by bit.

"But what?" Meena Chachi leaned in, waiting for the condition.

"We absolutely cannot send Avi to live in the city," Chacha laid down his condition firmly. "Avi will have to go by bus every day, no exceptions."

As soon as I heard "bus," my head snapped up, and I looked straight at Meena Chachi, sending a clear, angry signal of betrayal. Meena Chachi gave me a tiny, imperceptible shake of her head, warning me to keep quiet immediately.

"Okay, Avi will go by bus every day," Meena Chachi looked at him and quickly agreed.

I stared at Chachi again, completely confused. I couldn't understand what she was doing. Just hours ago, she had promised I'd get a bike, and Neha Bua had announced that I'd take Komal to college on it. Now she was telling Chacha I would go by bus. *What is happening?* I thought desperately, my mind racing. *I can't understand any of this. What is she ultimately trying to achieve? What complex plan is running through her mind?*

I was still reeling from Meena Chachi's strange reversal when she suddenly changed the subject, refocusing Chacha's attention.

"Seema Didi has fallen ill," Meena Chachi looked down, her tone urgent and worried.

"What?" Chacha's eyes widened, fear instantly replacing his sternness as he shot to his feet.

"Yes," Meena Chachi insisted, nodding once. "We have to take her to the hospital immediately."

"Then why didn't you take her this morning?" Chacha demanded, looking around wildly.

"How would we go?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice tight with helplessness. "By the time I was ready to leave, the bus had already departed. Now, how could we possibly go without a bus?"

"Take her tomorrow morning," Chacha commanded, his eyes still wide with concern.

"We will, of course," Meena Chachi sighed, her eyes now gleaming with strategy. "But what I was saying is that now we will have to make trips to the hospital every one or two days for her check-ups."

"We have to go, then," Chacha looked grim, running a hand over his face.

"I'm thinking we really should buy a bike," Meena Chachi proposed, her voice soft but insistent, capitalizing on his fear. "That way, we can go to the hospital at any time we need to, without relying on the bus."

"No, we cannot buy a bike," Chacha shook his head immediately. "Even if we did, I don't know how to ride it."

"But Avi knows how to ride a bike," Meena Chachi reminded him, pointing at me.

"No," Chacha repeated firmly, his jaw set. "We won't buy a bike."

"What did you just say? 'We won't buy a bike'?" Meena Chachi exploded, her voice rising with dramatic urgency. "What is it that you want? Today, Didi is sick. Tomorrow, I might fall sick, and then Suman Didi will get sick. And if we keep delaying going to the hospital like this, something could happen to the baby, too!"

As soon as she said the word "baby," Chacha froze completely. His face went pale with terror. After so many years, Chachaji was finally going to become a father, and the thought of anything happening to the child was unbearable. He couldn't even process such a thing.

"Okay," Chacha instantly capitulated, his voice shaky. "We'll go to the city tomorrow and buy one immediately."

Meena Chachi and I exchanged a quick, silent look of triumph.

So *that* was the complex plan running through Chachi's mind! She had agreed to the bus only to introduce the bike necessity as a way to protect the baby. It was brilliant. The bike would help with so many things—not just getting Seema Chachi to the hospital, but also getting me and Komal to college and, most importantly, giving me freedom.

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Meena is the manipulator.

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## Update 171: The Price of Happiness (Avi and Riya)

Today was a truly happy day for me. My result was unexpectedly good, and the deal for the new bike was sealed, guaranteeing me freedom. A surge of exhilaration made my heart thump rapidly against my ribs, a joyous, frantic drumming.

But at the same time, there was a dull throb of sadness, a constant reminder that I wouldn't get to have sex with Chachi for a long time. The thought of my elder aunt’s absolute denial had initially made me believe I would never fuck Chachi again. Yet, my younger aunt had managed to negotiate a five-month waiting period, which meant that after five months, the promise would be fulfilled.

After my talk with Chacha and Chachi, I told my younger aunt that I was going out for a walk.

I started wandering around the village, the restless energy of the day refusing to settle. Principal Sir had come home right after the results were distributed, so going to Kiran's house was impossible. My younger aunt had also explicitly told me not to go to Kamala Kaki's house. Besides, after having sex with Kamala Kaki for two intense weeks, I had made her *choot* and *gaand* into a worn-out hole. The thrill of fucking Aunty wouldn't be fun anymore.

*Today is a happy day,* I thought, kicking a stone hard along the path. *If I don't get a choot on such a happy day, what's the purpose of all this happiness?*

*Who should I go to?* Sir would be at home with Kiran. Kamala Kaki was no longer exciting. Then who was left?

I was deep in thought when Riya's face suddenly flashed into my mind. She had just returned from the village after being gone for a month. I could easily have sex with Riya.

I immediately changed direction, walking toward Riya's house. Riya was sitting outside the house, working on a small chore. I caught her eye and gestured with a quick flick of my head for her to come to me. A short while later, she approached me, her eyes darting nervously toward her door.

"What is it?" Riya whispered urgently, twisting her hands together. "My mom is right inside the house. Tell me quickly what you want to say."

"You only passed your exam because of my help," I stepped closer, lowering my voice and leaning in.

"Yes," Riya shrugged, feigning indifference and looking away. "So what does that mean?"

"It means I've come here to eat sweets as a prize," I smirked, my eyes glinting.

"Wait, I'll go inside and bring you some right now," Riya offered, turning to leave quickly.

"You bring the sweets to the shed behind the house," I instructed, my eyes fixed on the distant structure, pointing with my chin.

"Why go all the way there?" Riya looked back, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Just bring them there, and then I'll explain the reason," I insisted firmly.

Riya hesitated, biting her lip, then sighed. "Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

I immediately went toward the shed, moving fast.

I reached the shed and quickly started clearing a hidden space, preparing it for sex, sweeping the dirt away with my foot. A few minutes later, Riya arrived, a small box of sweets clutched in her hand.

"Here are the sweets you asked for," Riya held out the box, keeping her distance.

"I don't want these boring sweets, Riya," I pushed the box away roughly. "I want the sweet one down below."

I boldly placed my hand squarely on Riya's *choot*, pressing my palm against her thin clothes.

Riya let out a quick, nervous breath and stepped back, shaking her head sharply. "I knew you called me to the shed for this—to have sex. But I absolutely can't do this now. My mom is right inside the house."

"Nothing bad will happen," I promised, my eyes pleading with her. "It will only take ten minutes, I swear."

"I know you," Riya hissed, her eyes darting back to her house nervously. "It will never be done in ten minutes."

"It will be," I insisted, my hand moving to unzip my pants, feeling the urgency rise. "If I can't finish in ten minutes, you can leave immediately, and I'll take out my semen with my own hand."

Riya bit her lip, looking around one last time to check the area. "Okay, but you absolutely have to do it quickly."

I leaned in to kiss Riya, eager to start, grabbing her shoulder. Riya pushed me away firmly, stepping back a foot.

"What is it?" I asked, annoyed by the delay and the rejection.

"Save all that for later," Riya demanded, her voice tight with tension. "It will take too long if we start kissing now."

Without further delay, I told Riya to bend over and hold the wall for stability. Riya immediately complied, bracing her body, hands gripping the wood. I reached behind her, quickly pulling down Riya's pajamas and panty, exposing her smooth *choot*.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff *lund*, positioning it against Riya's waiting *choot*.

Riya was fully prepared for sex. I quickly spit some saliva onto my *lund* for lubrication, aimed, and shoved it in with two hard, deliberate thrusts.

Riya flinched, a visible shock running through her body, and a gasp tore from her throat, muffled against the wall. *Why wouldn't it hurt?* I thought, plunging deeper. She was taking a *lund* after a month-long break. And besides, how many times had a *lund* actually entered Riya's *choot* in her whole life?

It hurt Riya, but she bit back the scream instantly. She knew her mother was at home, listening nearby.

My heart hammered against my ribs, heavy and fast. A knot of adrenaline tightened in my gut. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat gripping her hips.

With my *lund* finally buried deep inside, I couldn't stop the hunger. Riya had given me a strict ten-minute limit, and I was going to use every second.

I started thrusting with all my might, a furious, desperate rhythm. I had to release my semen within that ten-minute window, and that urgency fueled my aggressive fucking.

It became incredibly difficult for Riya to control her gasps and screams under the force of my hard, piston-like thrusts. But Riya was a fighter; she held back her vocal cries, biting her lip. On one side, Riya was controlling her scream, and on the other, she was fully cooperating, tilting her hips to match the rhythm of my *lund*.

Riya started to enjoy every single, aggressive thrust. She was having sex after a month, and that intense physical release made her fully embrace the act, pushing back into me.

Both of us were completely lost in our own world of urgent, pounding pleasure. We didn't even notice that the ten minutes had passed.

In those first ten minutes, Riya reached her climax, her body convulsing slightly beneath mine as she released her fluid. My work, however, was still incomplete. I kept thrusting, lost in the tight, wet pleasure.

We were so consumed that we forgot all about Riya's watchful mother.

"Riya, Riya! Where are you?" A loud voice cut through the air, startling us both. Riya's mother was calling.

Hearing her mother's voice, I immediately stopped thrusting, freezing instantly. Riya flinched violently, her body going rigid, but she quickly masked her fear, holding herself still against the wall.

"What is it, Mom?" Riya called back, trying to sound normal, her voice trembling slightly.

"Where are you right now?" Riya's mom's voice sounded closer, closer to the shed.

"I'm in the shed," Riya answered, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts.

"What are you doing there, all alone?" Riya's mom demanded, her voice sharp with suspicion.

"I'm giving fodder to the cow," Riya lied quickly, her voice regaining some steadiness.

"Okay," Riya's mom said. "Give the cow its fodder, but finish up quickly. We have to leave for the market soon."

I quickly whispered to Riya that I needed five more minutes.

"I'll be there in ten minutes, Mom!" Riya called back to her mother, trying to buy us more time, her voice forced high.

Riya's mom's voice finally faded away as she moved back inside the house. My *lund* was still buried deep inside her *choot*.

"What if Mom had seen us like this?" Riya looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide with lingering fear and a hint of excitement.

"I would have just had sex with her too," I joked, trying to calm the tension with a wild thought.

After saying this, I immediately started thrusting again, a renewed urgency fueling my movements.

"Do it quickly, Avi!" Riya gripped the wall tighter, her voice strained.

I increased my thrusting speed to a furious, final pace. After pounding hard for five more minutes, I released my semen, emptying myself completely into Riya's *choot*. My body felt weak and satisfied all at once.

I pulled my *lund* out, slick and pulsing, and quickly tucked it back inside my jeans, zipping up. Riya immediately pulled up her pajamas and panty, smoothing her clothes down to hide the evidence.

"Here, take a pill immediately," I handed her the emergency contraceptive pill.

"I already have one," Riya waved it away, shaking her head. "I bought a supply earlier."

"Okay. But you must take it right now," I warned her seriously. "Otherwise, you know what will happen..."

"I'll take it," Riya promised, pushing me toward the exit, her hands on my chest. "Now you need to leave this shed, fast."

I gave the shed a final glance and left Riya's house, running the final scene over and over in my head.

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## Update 172: Wheels of Freedom (Avi and Komal)

Today was a truly happy day. My mind was buzzing with the success of my result and the exhilarating promise of a new bike. Despite the sadness of the five-month separation from Chachi's *choot*, the impending bike and the certainty of Meena chachi’s promise made the wait manageable, keeping my desire calm.

The next morning, Chacha, Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi, Meena Chachi, Sweta Didi, and I all traveled to the city. Upon arrival, we dropped all the chachis off at the hospital for Seema Chachi's check-up. Then, Chacha, Sweta Didi, and I went directly to the bike showroom.

As soon as we entered the showroom, my eyes swept over the gleaming machines. Before I could even point one out, Sweta Didi immediately chose a sturdy red bike. Chacha looked it over and, to my relief, he also liked the bike Sweta Didi had picked. We bought the exact model Sweta Didi chose without question. I was genuinely happy with the selection. The bike was simple and sturdy—the perfect kind of vehicle on which I could comfortably take my Chachi to the city when the need arose.

After buying the bike, Sweta Didi and Chacha left to rejoin the chachis at the hospital. I stayed behind to finalize some small adjustments to the bike. Once done, I also drove to the hospital.

After the hospital work was finished, we headed back to the village. Chacha and the chachis took the bus, but I came back with Sweta Didi on my new bike. I had wanted to take Meena Chachi, on the first ride, but she politely refused, insisting that I take Sweta Didi instead, pushing me toward the bike.

"Always use the ATM card, Avi," Sweta Didi instructed seriously during the ride, turning her head slightly. She was filling out an ATM card application form for the bank where we had an account in the city. She stressed that I should never carry large amounts of cash to the city—I had brought sixty thousand rupees with me today. "You'll receive the ATM card and PIN in about two or three weeks."

Once we reached the village, I couldn't contain my excitement. I took Sital, then Komal, then Kavita, then Leena, and even Raj for exhilarating rides on the new bike, feeling the wind rush past us. Meena Chachi knew Chacha’s weakness—his overwhelming fear for the baby’s safety—and she had masterfully exploited it to get what we wanted. I benefited immensely: I got a bike and secured an ATM card.

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Two days later, Komal and I drove the bike to the city to visit the college.

When I first saw the college, I couldn't stop staring. It was huge, the biggest college building in the entire area. Many students had come to collect the application forms, and there was a long queue snaking from the counter.

"Go sit in the canteen while I get in line to get the form," I told Komal, handing her my helmet.

The queue was shared by both boys and girls, but unfortunately, my luck ran out there. The student directly in front of me was a boy. If it had been a beautiful girl, the wait would have been much more fun.

It didn't matter. I started talking to the boy, trying to pass the time while we waited for our turn.

"Hi," I offered, nodding quickly.

"Hi," the boy turned and replied, looking back.

"My name is Avi," I introduced myself.

"I'm Karim," the boy responded with a slight smile.

"Are you a local? Do you live here in the city?" I asked, looking him over.

"Yes, I live right here in the city," Karim replied. "Where are you from?"

"I live in a nearby village. This line is incredibly long," I observed, stretching my neck to see the counter. "The college must be really famous. You must know a lot about it."

"Yes, this college is the biggest in the city," a boy from behind us leaned forward and interjected, his voice loud. "Hi, my name is Pankaj," he added quickly.

"Do you know about this college?" Karim looked back at him, interested.

"Yes, my sister studied here a few years ago," Pankaj explained, adjusting his glasses.

"Tell us about the college, too," I prompted, eager for details.

"This college offers everything—art, science, and commerce," Pankaj shared, leaning in conspiratorially. "A few of the teachers here are known to be really strict. But the most important thing is that the most beautiful and hottest girls study in the science and commerce streams in this college. See that garden over there? That’s where all the couples sit and have fun." Pankaj then turned to us. "By the way, which branch are both of you taking?"

"I'm taking science," I answered immediately, my voice firm.

"I'm also taking science," Karim confirmed, nodding to me.

"What are you taking?" Karim asked the other boy, turning his body.

"I'm taking commerce," Pankaj replied. "But don't worry. We'll find ways to have fun together for the next two years. By the way, what percentage did both of you score?"

"Seventy-four point sixty-six percent," I held up my fingers, showing the four.

"Seventy-two percent," Karim stated, checking his watch.

"You'll both get science admission easily," Pankaj nodded approvingly, looking at our scores.

"What's your mobile number?" Karim pulled out his phone, ready to exchange.

Pankaj gave his number to Karim, and Karim reciprocated.

"Avi, what's your number?" Pankaj looked at me expectantly.

"I don't have a mobile phone yet," I sighed, shaking my head slightly.

"It's okay, we can sort that out later," Karim said, dismissing the issue. "Come on, it's finally our turn now," he said, stepping forward quickly.

We collected the admission forms. I requested two forms, holding up two fingers.

"Why did you take two forms?" Pankaj gave me a curious look.

"One is for me, and one is for my sister, Komal," I explained, tucking the forms safely inside my shirt. "Let's head over to the canteen now. We can fill out the forms while sitting there."

"Yes, let's go," Karim agreed. "Let's walk around and look at the campus for a bit, then we can fill out the forms and submit them."

The three of us walked to the canteen. I spotted Komal sitting at a table with two girls, deep in conversation. I walked up to the table with Karim and Pankaj trailing behind me.

"Komal, here is your admission form," I said, placing it on the table. "Fill it out and give it back to me when you're done. And yes, these are my friends, Pankaj and Karim. Guys, this is my sister, Komal."

"Hi, Komal," Karim greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hi, Komal," Pankaj said, winking at Karim. "Your sister means our sister, right, Karim?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right," Karim confirmed, laughing loudly.

"Komal, who are these two?" I asked, looking at the two girls sitting with her.

"This is Aarati, and this is Rani," Komal introduced them, gesturing with her hand. "Aarati and Rani are also taking science, and they're taking biology with me."

"Hi, I'm Avi..." I offered a slight bow, trying to be polite.

"We know," Aarati cut me off, smiling easily. "Komal already told us that her brother was standing in the line to get the forms for her."

I left Komal to fill out her form with her two new friends, Rani and Aarati, and went with Karim and Pankaj to explore the college grounds, feeling the excitement of being in a new place.

After a thorough walk-around, and after submitting our completed application forms, Komal and I rode the bike back home.

"I really liked the college, Avi," Komal leaned forward on the bike and spoke clearly.

"Yes, the college is quite good," I observed, smiling. "And you managed to make friends on the very first day,"

"You also made friends immediately," Komal pointed out, tapping my shoulder.

"Yes, I have to live in that college for two years; I can't survive without friends," I replied, feeling the bike rumble beneath us. "By the way, your friends, Rani and Aarati, are quite beautiful and hot."

"Stay away from them, understand?" Komal immediately turned on the bike, her voice firm and serious. "You haven't even started college yet, and you've started thinking these things. First, study... otherwise, I'll definitely tell Mami."

"Okay, Komal," I rolled my eyes, giving in instantly. "I'll stay away from them."

"By the way, Rani was asking me all sorts of questions about you right after you left," Komal suddenly chuckled, leaning in closer.

I was instantly intrigued, feeling a quick rush of excitement. "What was she asking?"

"Don't ask what she was asking, Avi," Komal teased, tapping my arm playfully. "Ask what she *didn't* ask."

"What exactly was she asking you about me?" I demanded, my curiosity piqued, turning my head slightly.

"I'm not going to tell you the specifics," Komal shook her head, holding back a mischievous smile. "But she was asking a little too much information. For an entire hour, Rani just kept asking questions, and I kept telling her everything."

"You told her everything about me? About our family?" I asked, dismayed by the idea of Komal revealing too much.

"What could I do?" Komal shrugged, her voice light. "It just came out naturally in conversation. And besides, she's my new friend."

"In a two-hour friendship, you told her everything?" I pressed, my voice flat with disbelief.

"Forget it, Avi," Komal said, tapping my arm again firmly. "Don't talk about this anymore. Just ride the bike quietly now."

I rode the bike quietly for the remainder of the journey and dropped Komal off at her house. The thought of Rani's interest, however, was a welcome distraction, making my mind race with possibilities.

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## Update 173: The Sister and the Secret (Avi and Heena)

I secured my admission to college. Komal was placed in the biology section, and I was in the math section. It didn't matter much; we would only be separated for those specific subjects. For the rest of the classes, the two sections would merge and sit together.

A full month still stretched before the start of college. Komal plunged into preparations, her focus entirely on academics. Her father had bought her a new laptop, and she spent her days absorbed in her studies.

I, however, got back to my own immediate agenda. I started riding my bike to the city daily, feeling the freedom of the road. I spent my time hanging out with Pankaj and Karim.

Within days, Karim, Pankaj, and I forged a strong friendship. While they had existing city friends, they seemed to genuinely enjoy my company. Soon, I was regularly visiting both Karim's and Pankaj's homes, parking my bike near their gates.

At Karim’s house, besides his mother and father, he had three older sisters. The eldest was Heena, followed by Soniya, and the youngest was Sofia. Karim was the baby of the family.

Pankaj's family was smaller: his mother, his father, and one sister named Ritu, who had already graduated from our college.

I visited their homes countless times over the month, quickly becoming close with both families. It genuinely felt like I was becoming a part of their household dynamics.

My daily trips to the city did raise a slight alarm at home. Suman Chachi, questioned me two or three times about why I was going to the city every single day. I deflected her curiosity easily with vague answers about meeting college friends.

Three weeks passed quickly, filled with hanging out with Karim and Pankaj in the city. Now, only a week remained until college was scheduled to begin.

At Karim's house, we were talking in his room, lying on the bed.

"Dude, college starts in exactly a week," Karim stretched, looking at the ceiling, yawning.

"Yes, dude," I nodded, resting my hands behind my head. "Then we'll be able to have fun and study at the same time in college."

"Tell me one thing honestly, Avi," Karim turned to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have a girlfriend right now?"

"Where would I find a girlfriend in a small village?" I countered, deflecting the question easily. *(The fewer people who know about Mala, the better,)* I thought, keeping my past a secret. "Do *you* have one?"

"I used to," Karim sighed, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. "Not anymore, though."

"Did she break up with you, then?" I asked, my voice flat, expecting the usual answer.

"You could say that the circumstances forced us to break up," Karim shrugged, glancing away, avoiding my eyes.

"Tell me what actually happened," I insisted, leaning in, curious about the drama.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Karim leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I won't even tell Pankaj," I assured him, putting my hand over my mouth in a promise gesture. "Now speak."

"One day I was having sex with her at her house, and her mom walked in and saw us," Karim confessed, his face flushing faintly, shame crossing his features. "Since then, her mom immediately sent her to a relative's house in another city."

"What rotten luck you have, man," I whistled softly, a rueful smile spreading across my face.

"I'm going to find a new girlfriend the second I start college," Karim pounded his fist softly on his thigh, determination in his voice.

"But did your first girlfriend actually break up with you, even after all that?" I pressed, trying to understand the relationship status.

"No," Karim shook his head. "But until she comes back to the city, I have no choice but to find someone else to take care of my needs."

"Right. Keep at it," I smirked, appreciating his honest pragmatism and direct need.

Just then, Karim's mom called out from the hallway. Karim left the room and returned a few minutes later, holding my bike keys.

"I'm going to take your bike for a little while and come right back," Karim offered an explanation, jingling the keys. "You wait here for me until then."

"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up straight.

"Mom needs to get some urgent stuff from the market," Karim explained quickly. "My bike isn't working today."

"Okay, take it," I tossed him the keys, shrugging. "I'll watch TV until you get back."

Karim and his mom left for the market. I turned on the television and started flipping channels aimlessly.

A little while later, Heena, Karim's eldest sister, walked in to watch TV.

"What are you watching, Avi?" Heena stood near the screen, looking down at me.

"Nothing special," I replied, clicking the remote aimlessly. "Just changing the channels to kill time."

Heena was fair-skinned, with a strikingly perfect figure: 36-24-38. At twenty-four, she was vibrant and very aware of her appeal. Anyone's heart would instantly fall for the way she carried herself and her figure. The more I looked at her, the more I was drawn in, feeling a strong pull.

I had talked with Heena many times before; she spoke easily and without awkwardness. I'd only exchanged a brief "hello" with Karim's other sister, Soniya, a couple of times in passing. I hadn't had any real conversation with Sofia yet.

"Turn off the TV," Heena reached for the remote, her hand hovering.

I held the remote firmly, pulling it back. "If I turn off the TV, how am I supposed to pass the time while I wait?"

"By talking to me, instead," Heena offered a direct alternative, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What will I talk to you about?" I asked, my heart beginning to pound a strange, quick rhythm against my ribs.

"Anything at all," Heena replied, meeting my gaze, her eyes steady.

I felt a sudden rush of daring, a heat rising in my face. "I can say anything, really?"

"Yes, Avi. Anything," Heena confirmed, a challenging light in her eyes.

"Then tell me honestly," I asked, the words catching slightly in my throat, sounding rougher than I intended, "what color panty are you wearing right now?" A wave of crushing fear hit me instantly. *What if Heena got angry and told Karim?* The question was out before I could stop it, burning in the air between us.

Heena paused for a single, long breath, holding my gaze. Then she answered casually, as if I had asked her for the time. "Pink color."

I couldn't believe my ears. My mind went utterly blank, ringing with the single word. I was sure Heena would fly into a rage and yell, but she just told me the color plainly. She said it as easily as if someone had asked her name. My mouth was left wide open, utterly speechless. I had nothing at all to say in return.

My heart was hammering so hard it felt like it would break my ribs. My whole body suddenly felt heavy and hot. A sudden, deep pressure settled in my *lund*. The audacity of her answer shook me completely.

"What happened, Avi?" Heena laughed softly, amused by my stunned reaction, her eyes sparkling. "Where did you get lost in your own thoughts?"

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 174: The Bra and the Blush (Avi and Heena)

"What happened?" Heena repeated, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Where did you get lost just now?"

"Nowhere at all," I finally managed to stammer, shaking my head to clear it.

She laughed again, covering her mouth lightly with her hand.

"I honestly thought you would get furious with me," I admitted, shaking my head in disbelief. "But you... you just told me."

"You're getting older now, Avi," Heena said, settling onto the sofa across from me, crossing one leg over the other. "Adults talk openly and honestly about everything."

I seized the opportunity, my pulse quickening. "Then tell me, what color is your bra?"

"I'm not wearing a bra right now," Heena leaned back, crossing her arms casually, completely unbothered.

"Do you talk this openly with everyone you meet?" I pressed, fascinated by her directness.

"Not with everyone," Heena confessed, a hint of genuine excitement in her eyes. "Only with my boyfriend."

"Then why are you being so open with me?" I challenged, hoping for an invitation, leaning forward slightly.

"You are the first boy who ever asked me about my panty before anything else," Heena explained, shaking her head again. "That is why I told you the answer."

"How many boyfriends have you had, then?" I asked, curious about her past relationships.

"Only one so far," Heena replied, counting on her finger, holding it up. "And he's been my boyfriend for the last five years."

"Then you must have had a lot of fun together," I said, a slight envious note in my voice, frowning a bit.

"What fun?" Heena rolled her eyes dramatically, looking up at the ceiling. "My boyfriend insists that we will only 'do it' after we are married. It's like *he's* the girl and *I'm* the boy in the relationship."

"Then why don't you leave him?" I suggested, perplexed by her loyalty to such a restrictive rule.

"You find a man like him with great difficulty, Avi," she sighed, a look of profound respect for him crossing her face.

"What if he still doesn't 'do anything' even after you're married?" I said, throwing back my head and laughing hard at the thought.

"If he doesn't do it after the wedding, I'll just have to bang him myself," Heena smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously, slapping her knee lightly.

"That would make the front page of the newspaper," I gasped, laughing until my stomach hurt. "'On the wedding night, the bride bangd the groom'."

Both of us dissolved into laughter, the sound echoing through the quiet house, leaning back against the furniture.

"You're a truly interesting guy, Avi," Heena wiped a tear from her eye, catching her breath. "It was actually fun talking to you about this. My brother, on the other hand, probably wouldn't even know when he last spoke a word to me."

"Well, now I'm here, aren't I?" I said, meeting her eyes with a confident look, giving a smooth smile.

"You've asked all about me," Heena said, leaning toward me, dropping her voice. "Now tell me about yourself."

"My life, Heena, is an open book in which every girl I meet wants to write her name," I smiled broadly, striking a pose.

"You're good at poetry and clever lines, too," she observed, impressed, leaning back slightly.

"When there's such a beautiful girl sitting right in front of you," I replied softly, my voice low and serious, "the poetry just comes out on its own."

She visibly blushed deeply, turning her face away slightly, looking at the wall.

I continued to press my advantage. "What a beautiful blush on your face, Heena, in front of which even a rose would forget its own deep redness."

She blushed again, covering her mouth with her hand, ducking her head down.

I began another line of improvised verse: "Every time she blushes, she blushes at every little thing..."

"That's quite enough of your poetry now, Avi," Heena reached out and stopped me with a playful slap on my arm.

"Okay," I conceded easily, holding up my hands in surrender. "As you wish."

Heena looked at me thoughtfully, her expression serious again. "Now, watching you talk and listening to your lines, it feels like you don't have just one, but many, many girlfriends waiting for you."

"If I had a girlfriend in the village, Heena," I said, my voice deliberately flat and sincere, "why would I come all the way to the city every single day?"

"That means you truly don't have any girlfriend?" she asked, her eyes searching mine, seeking the truth.

"What can I do?" I sighed dramatically, holding my hands out in a gesture of helplessness. "I simply haven't found anyone who comes close to being like you."

"Now tell me the honest truth," Heena demanded, shaking her head, trying to see past my flirtation. "You don't need to try and beat around the bush with me."

"I don't have one," I insisted, looking her in the eye.

"You don't?" she asked again, clearly seeking a final admission.

"I don't," I confirmed, holding her gaze steadily.

"I understood," Heena said, smiling knowingly. "Don't keep repeating 'I don't have one' like that."

"Then what do you suggest I do instead?" I asked, leaning in, curious about her advice.

"Make a girlfriend, of course," Heena challenged, her smile widening.

"Is a girlfriend found just lying on the road that I can just pick one up and make her mine?" I asked, feigning annoyance.

"Make one in the college when classes start," she advised, nodding assuredly.

"Will I find someone like you in that college, though?" I asked, my voice genuine and hopeful.

"You might," Heena mused, tilting her head thoughtfully.

"What if I don't?" I questioned further, pressing the point.

"You will," she assured me, her eyes confident. "Either you'll have to find one, or someone in that college will definitely find you."

"We'll see," I said, a playful smile returning. "By the way, someone once said that God made seven people exactly alike in the world."

"Yes, I've heard that legend," Heena confirmed. "But I've never seen it with my own eyes. But why are you bringing that up now?"

"If that's the case," I said, leaning closer, my tone becoming suggestive, "I'll simply find someone exactly like you in the college. I'll make her my girlfriend. Since I clearly can't have you right now."

Hearing my bold suggestion, Heena burst into loud, clear laughter, throwing her head back.

While Heena was laughing, I happened to glance past her. I saw a movement behind the doorway of Soniya's room—someone was standing there, listening intently to our entire conversation. My eyes briefly flickered toward Soniya's room just as Karim walked in with his mom, ending the moment instantly.

I took my bike keys from Karim's hand, ready to leave, turning toward the door.

"Avi, wait!" Heena called out as I walked away, her voice urgent. "Give me your mobile number."

"Avi doesn't have a mobile yet, Heena," Karim spoke quickly, jumping ahead of my reply, holding the door open.

"It's okay, but you must get a mobile soon, Avi," Heena looked concerned, walking toward me. "It can be useful anytime for emergencies."

"Yes," I agreed, nodding quickly. "I feel exactly the same way."

Then I left Karim's house and rode my bike straight to Pankaj's house for a brief visit. After that, I finally came home.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 175: The Power of the Phone (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Chacha)

After leaving Pankaj's house and riding the bike back to the village, I felt a lightness in my chest, still replaying the brazen conversation with Heena. The thought of finally having a mobile number to exchange with her made the ride home feel too slow, fueling my excitement.

As soon as I walked into the house, Meena Chachi was waiting, her arms crossed and a familiar knowing look on her face.

"I haven't seen you anywhere since the bike arrived, Avi," Meena Chachi tapped her foot lightly on the floor, questioning me.

"I went to Karim and Pankaj's houses," I explained, meeting her gaze calmly. *(I had already told Meena Chachi all about my new friends.)*

"You're spending a lot of time at Karim and Pankaj's houses these days," Meena Chachi tilted her head, her expression softening slightly. "What's the real matter?"

I shrugged, walking past her to set down my bag. "College hasn't even started yet. I'm just hanging out until classes begin. After that, I won't have any free time for months."

"Okay," Meena Chachi conceded, following me into the main room. "By the way, what exactly do you do when you go into the city every day?"

"I'm learning about the city, Chachi," I turned to face her, a slight smile playing on my lips. "I'm finding out how life works there, how one has to act, what city girls like... just learning these small things."

"What will you do after learning all this?" Meena Chachi's eyebrows rose, surprised by my detailed answer. "You're fine exactly the way you are, Avi."

"What do you want?" I challenged softly. "For me to stay like a nervous village boy when I get to college?"

"I certainly don't want that," she shook her head firmly.

"Then why are you asking me such questions that make me feel guilty?" I pressed gently, stepping closer.

Meena Chachi sighed, dropping her gaze. "I was just... leave it. Forgive me. Do absolutely as you please. But living in the city, don't ever forget your village and, most importantly, your chachis here."

I stepped toward her, taking her hands in mine. "I can't even think of that, Chachi. I consider you less of an Chachi and much more of a mother. Forgetting you is impossible."

Meena Chachi's eyes softened, glistening with happiness at my words. She pulled me into a tight, warm hug, squeezing me close. "It's okay that you go to the city, but you need to be very careful about one thing there, Avi."

"What thing, Chachi?" I pulled back slightly, looking into her face, sensing her worry.

"Don't pick up any bad habits in the city," she warned, her tone serious. "Bad habits stick quickly in that kind of environment."

"Bad habits?" I repeated, confused by her concern.

"Like drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, using drugs..." she listed, her voice dropping to a serious whisper, her eyes wide. "Stay far away from all of that nonsense."

"I already stay away from all those things," I nodded firmly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"And there's one more thing that is much worse than all of that," she added, her eyes darting nervously toward the door, checking for listeners.

"What is that, Chachi?" I asked, leaning in, curious about the hidden danger.

Meena Chachi gripped my arm, her fingers tightening slightly, showing her fear. "Stay away from spoiled boys and rich boys. All they know is how to have fun, and they have fun in a way that the matter reaches the security officer and the newspapers. They have money and power to escape trouble, and we have nothing like that. That is why you must stay away from them."

"I'll stay away from them too," I promised, respecting her genuine fear and political sense.

"And yes," she added, her voice dropping again, "take special care of Komal. Boys in the city trap village girls and corrupt them. Komal knows nothing about life outside of books. She will easily fall into the hands of city boys. You have to watch out for her."

"Komal is not what she seems, Chachi," I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "She takes after Neha Bua—she’s tough. She's only sweet with me. It’s far from her falling into the hands of any boy; she won't even talk to them."

"Still..." Meena Chachi insisted, worry etched on her face, biting her lip.

"If anything like that happens, I'm right here, aren't I?" I reassured her, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "I'll handle it immediately."

"It's precisely because you're here that I feel so much happiness and peace," Meena Chachi released a deep breath, her tension easing completely.

I decided this was the perfect moment to ask. "My dear Chachi, I really need a mobile phone."

"What do you need a mobile for, Avi?" she frowned playfully, teasing me.

"Komal has already gotten one, you know," I pointed out, using my cousin as an example of necessity.

"But why do you need one?" she asked again, her eyes searching mine for the real reason.

"Today, Karim's sister, Heena, asked for my mobile number," I leaned in, making sure my voice was just for her. "I felt terrible that a girl has one and I don't. Please, Chachi. You have to get me a mobile."

Meena Chachi caught my implication immediately, a wide smile spreading across her face. She raised an eyebrow, challenging me. "You need it just so you can talk to a girl, then?"

"Something like that," I admitted, grinning widely.

"Okay," she declared, making a decision with a sharp nod. "Consider it done. You've got a mobile."

"I want a good one, though," I pressed, wanting something modern and powerful.

"I said you'll get one," she waved her hand impatiently. "Now go and call your Chacha in from the fields. I need to talk to him right now."

I ran out and called Chacha in from the fields, and he walked in, wiping sweat from his brow, looking tired.

"Listen to me," Meena Chachi crossed her arms, her stance already prepared for an argument.

"What is it now?" Chacha sighed, annoyed by the immediate confrontation.

"I was saying that we absolutely need to get a mobile phone," Meena Chachi stated clearly.

"Now what do we suddenly need a mobile for?" Chacha looked annoyed, rubbing his temple.

"One for Avi, and one simple one for the house," Meena Chachi clarified quickly, separating the requests.

"I asked what purpose we need it for, not who we need it for," Chacha snapped back, his voice rough with fatigue.

"Today, my pills ran out," Meena Chachi shifted her weight, preparing her argument. "Avi was in the city all day. If we had a mobile, I could have just called Avi and told him. He would have brought them back then."

"So what?" Chacha dismissed the point with a wave of his hand. "Send him now. He has a new bike, doesn't he?"

"You're completely missing the point," Meena Chachi insisted, her voice rising with urgency. "We might need to call for something from the city at any time, instantly. What if essential pills are needed quickly? If we have a mobile, all the work will be done fast and without worry."

"We just bought a new bike," Chacha said, rubbing his temple, exhausted by her persistence. "Now we absolutely cannot afford to buy a mobile phone too."

Meena Chachi stepped closer to him, her voice low and challenging. "You're worried about money right now, not about me, are you?"

"It's not like that, Meena," Chacha's eyes darted away, unable to hold her gaze.

"If it's not like that," she pressed, her voice hard, demanding action, "then give me permission to buy a mobile right now. Today my pills ran out. Tomorrow, Didi’s might. You don't care about us at all!" She delivered the final, devastating blow, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "If not us, at least think about your future child. What if something happens to him because we can't call for help?"

Chacha's entire body flinched violently at the mention of the baby, his eyes widening in terror. My heart hammered against my ribs, a knot tightening in my gut—the fear of the baby's safety was always his greatest weakness, crippling him. His face instantly drained of color. He stood there, silent and defeated, completely motionless.

"Okay. Avi, go to the city right now and get the mobiles," he finally looked at me, giving in with a sigh. "Are you happy now, Meena?"

"Yes," Meena Chachi smiled triumphantly, nodding sharply. "Avi, there's still plenty of time before the markets close. You need to go now."

"Now?" Chacha asked, utterly exhausted by the argument, his shoulders slumping.

"Yes," Meena Chachi walked over and gently pushed me toward the door. "You shouldn't look at the clock for good deeds like this."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed my keys and left immediately for the city. I bought a high-end mobile phone for myself, costing ten thousand rupees, and a simple one for Chachi, costing two thousand rupees. I also bought two new SIM cards. The thought of finally having Heena’s number made the expenditure feel absolutely worthwhile and exciting.

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[lee.jae.han]

## Update 176: The Sister's Secret (Avi and Ritu Didi)

The next day, the brand-new mobile felt heavy and significant in my hand. I found Komal and immediately showed her the phone. Her face lit up; she was genuinely happy for me. We quickly exchanged numbers, confirming the connection between us.

Then Komal launched into a detailed explanation of her laptop studies. For the past three weeks, I had been spending two hours every morning reading about laptops with Komal, but my mind was clearly focused on other things now.

I went home and ate lunch. After a brief chat with Meena Chachi, I rode my bike straight to Pankaj's house, the phone heavy in my pocket.

"What's the matter, Avi?" Pankaj eyed the device in my hand, raising an eyebrow. "You bought a new mobile?"

"Yes, dude," I said, flipping the phone open slightly. "I absolutely had to. Now, give me your number."

I quickly took his number, and he took mine.

"So tell me the real story," Pankaj leaned against the wall, stretching. "What's been going on?"

"Nothing special," I replied, shrugging. "I just come to your house sometimes and to Karim’s house sometimes. Killing time before college."

"Why?" Pankaj grinned knowingly. "You don't have a girlfriend yet, so you're stuck spending time with us?"

*(Everyone asks the same question,)* I thought, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement. "I don't have one," I confirmed again, shaking my head.

"Then go make one," Pankaj advised, punching my shoulder lightly, giving me unsolicited advice.

"We'll see," I said, checking my pockets. "If I find someone in college who meets my standards, I’ll make one. By the way, do *you* have a girlfriend?"

"No, I'm also just getting by with my hand right now," Pankaj frowned, looking away. "We'll see. As soon as college starts, I'll be the first one to land a girlfriend."

*(He doesn't have a girlfriend himself and here he is, lecturing me on how to get one,)* I mused silently, holding back a laugh. "You can certainly make one, Pankaj," I said, looking around the living room. "I don't see Ritu Didi anywhere."

"She’s in her room," Pankaj waved his hand toward the back of the house dismissively. "Why are you asking about her?"

"College is about to start," I explained, standing up. "I was thinking of asking Ritu Didi a few questions about life there."

"Go ahead to Ritu Didi's room and ask her," Pankaj yawned widely, rubbing his ears. "My ears are hurting from hearing the word 'college.' I'm going to sleep."

"You go to sleep," I agreed, walking toward the hallway. "I'll go talk to Didi."

Pankaj's family was wealthy; both his mother and father ran their own successful businesses. They were rich, and Pankaj spent money like water. Today, his mom and dad had gone to the office. Pankaj was now asleep. Ritu Didi was alone in her room.

I walked quietly toward Ritu Didi's room. I called her name from just outside the door, my voice hushed.

"Ritu Didi, Ritu Didi!"

No sound came from inside. I slowly pushed the door open and stepped into the room. It was empty.

But I could clearly hear the sound of water running and falling, coming from the attached bathroom. I called out again, louder this time, my voice still low.

"Ritu Didi!"

"Who is it?" a voice answered from behind the closed bathroom door. "Pankaj, how many times have I told you not to come into my room while I'm showering?"

"Didi, it's me, Avi," I called back, stepping further inside the room.

"Oh, it's you, Avi," the voice said, sounding relieved. "Sit down. I'll be out after I finish taking my shower."

I sat down on the edge of the large bed, waiting patiently.

I started taking in the room, noticing how well Ritu Didi had arranged everything, admiring the cleanliness. As my eyes wandered, they settled on the table below. Near the edge, something small and black lay glinting in the light.

There was a tiny memory card near the table leg. *Maybe it had fallen out by mistake,* I thought, leaning over. I reached down, picked up the small card, and placed it neatly on top of the table.

I started looking around the room again, but my eyes were drawn back to that same memory card on the table.

*What could be on that memory card?* I wondered intensely, my mind racing. *Why wouldn't Ritu Didi keep it in her mobile? Maybe it held some important documents. Or...*

After a second of intense internal debate, a sudden rush of daring hit me hard. My heart hammered against my ribs, beating like a drum. I swiftly picked up the memory card again and slipped it into my pocket, the tiny, hard plastic a secret weight against my thigh. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat, the heat of the moment making me nervous. A deep knot of guilt and excitement tightened in my gut.

A little while later, Ritu Didi emerged from the bathroom. She stepped out wearing only a towel, holding the fabric tightly.

My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't look away from Ritu Didi. The towel was wrapped tightly, but it only reached her mid-thigh. From the top, the fabric strained to cover her chest; her full figure was barely contained by the cloth.

Ritu Didi saw the blatant look on my face. She looked straight at me, bringing me sharply back to the present.

"Have you truly never seen a girl before, Avi?" she spoke, a playful amusement in her voice, a slight smile on her lips.

"I have seen girls, Didi," I corrected her, my voice low and thick, barely a whisper. "But I haven't seen one quite like you."

"What's so special about me?" Ritu Didi tightened the towel slightly, a slow smile forming. "Why are you staring at me like that, Avi?"

"You're beautiful, Didi," I let the words tumble out honestly. "Completely beautiful from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet."

"Just beautiful...?" she prompted, her eyes challenging mine, waiting for more.

After saying that, Ritu Didi walked straight to the wardrobe, ignoring my gaze. She pulled out a small black panty and a sheer, pink nightgown. I expected her to go back into the bathroom to get dressed, but she didn't. Ritu Didi began putting on the panty right there, in front of me, dropping the towel.

My pupils dilated wildly. *Well, today I'll finally get to see Ritu Didi's chooť,* I thought, leaning forward, my body instantly rigid with anticipation and lust. *Or at the very least, I'll get to see Ritu Didi wearing only a panty.*

I watched her every movement, my gaze locked on her lower body. I thought, *Today I’ll get to see a city chooť.* But nothing like that happened.

It seemed this was Didi's everyday routine, changing clothes right there, regardless of who was watching. I strained my eyes, trying desperately to catch a glimpse, but I couldn't see her *choot*. I couldn't even see the edges of the panty fully beneath the towel as she quickly slipped it on. Ritu Didi then quickly slipped the nighty over her head. In an instant, she was fully covered. I hadn't seen her *choot*, nor her full figure, nor Ritu Didi in just a panty. My excitement deflated slightly.

She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, the fresh scent of soap filling the air, making me breathe deeply.

"So, Avi, what did you actually need to ask me about?" Ritu Didi shifted her weight, turning to face me.

"I wanted to ask you about college life," I replied, forcing my attention away from her closeness and the fresh smell.

Ritu Didi smiled knowingly, tilting her head. "What did you want to ask? The good things or the bad things?"

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[Kamandalam]

Awesome updates bro. Took me 2 days to finish reading. One of the best stories in xossipy. Keep going. Thank you

[lee.jae.han]

Thanks, @kamandalam and @sage69 — I really appreciate you both taking the time to like each post. With how much I update weekly, I’m not even sure if anyone else is reading all the way to the end.

Seeing your likes and comments lets me know you're keeping up with the story, which encourages me to post the next update.

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 177: The College Secrets (Avi and Ritu Didi)

"What did you want to ask? The good things or the bad things?" Ritu Didi shifted on the bed next to me, the fresh scent of soap and her perfume filling the space, making me inhale deeply.

"Both, Didi," I leaned closer, pitching my voice conspiratorially. "The good things are for my sister, Komal, and the juicy bad things are just for me."

"Avi, you are very clever," she laughed, a low, knowing sound, nodding at my honesty. "You want to tell the safe details to your sister and have all the fun listening to the bad secrets yourself."

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence from her easy teasing.

"Okay," Ritu Didi conceded, crossing one leg over the other. "First, I’ll tell you the good things."

I settled back, giving her my full attention.

"The college is good for genuine studying," Ritu Didi began, ticking off points on her fingers. "The teachers in the science branch are very capable; they teach the material well. Don't worry about the practical classes at all," she waved her hand dismissively, rolling her eyes. "It’s perfectly fine even if you don't attend practicals. Just show up for the practical exam itself. You'll get the practical marks, though you might struggle a little with physics theory if you skip lectures. You can easily score above 75% overall in this college. All the books you need are kept in the library, though I don't think you'll ever set foot in there." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "There’s never any trouble in college. Skipping class is not a problem at all. You can find everything you need in the canteen. The garden is a great place to sit and study. They have regular gatherings and cultural events. You can participate in sports, and many more normal things."

"Now, Didi, tell me the things that are actually useful to *me*," I straightened up eagerly, cutting her off, my voice urgent.

Ritu Didi's smile widened, becoming more predatory. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Rule number one: no girl stays with the same boy for a long time there."

"That means I'll get non-veg every day, Didi?" My entire body stiffened with anticipation, my *lund* already feeling the pressure.

"You're a rascal, Avi!" she playfully pushed my shoulder, shaking her head. "That only happens with *some* girls. The girls who are focused on serious studying stay completely away from all that. Also, the boys stay far away from any girl whose brother is in the same college. No one will mess with your sister, you can be sure."

"And what else?" I urged, my heart starting to race with excitement.

"You can find everything you want in the canteen—all the arrangements are made there," she gestured vaguely toward the window, her hand sweeping the air. "You can have full fun."

"How much fun did *you* have, Didi?" I challenged, my curiosity overriding my caution, leaning in closer to her.

"Leave me out of it completely," Ritu Didi snapped her fingers sharply, giving me a harsh warning look. "Just listen to what I'm telling you. If you're looking for extreme fun, the mobile number of a girl who has more than two boyfriends is sometimes found written on the walls of the men's toilet stall."

"How many times have you gone into the men's toilet, Didi, that you know this specific detail?" I couldn't help but question her source, a laugh threatening to escape.

Ritu Didi gave me a harsh look and shook her head, her mouth tightening. "If you interrupt me again, I won't tell you anything more."

"Sorry," I whispered immediately, a knot of disappointment forming in my gut at the thought of her stopping. "Did you tell any of these things to Pankaj?"

"Are you crazy?" she rolled her eyes, throwing her hand up. "How could I tell these kinds of things to my own brother, Pankaj? I'm telling you because you are *not* my brother."

"And what other places or actions can we get up to?" I prodded, pushing for more secrets, my breath held tight.

"You can have fun hidden in the garden behind the science block," Ritu Didi smiled slowly, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling as she recalled places. "And if you ever want to do something private with a girlfriend, you can use the old lab on the third floor. That lab is closed and always locked." She paused for effect, letting the information sink in. "But the key to that lab is kept behind the small window near the lab door. You can take it out easily with a small magnet."

My entire body felt hot, a sudden wave of lust and daring washing over me. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat, the small memory card in my pocket feeling heavier than ever. My heart hammered against my ribs, making it hard to breathe. I had to know her connection to this secret. "How many times have you gone to that lab, Didi?"

Ritu Didi glared at me, her mouth thinning into a tight line. "I told you not to interrupt me with questions about myself."

"Sorry," I repeated, genuinely penitent this time, dropping my head slightly.

She waited a beat, watching me closely, making sure I understood the threat. "This is absolutely the last time. If you interrupt me again, I will stop talking right now."

I cleared my throat nervously, trying to maintain composure. "Can I ask just one more question, Didi?"

"Yes, ask it quickly," she sighed, waving a hand, giving in.

"I've heard that in college, the Principal Sir sometimes gets involved with..." I began, trying to tread carefully around the topic.

"Yes, that happens in this college too," Ritu Didi nodded sharply, cutting me off before I could finish the delicate question.

"With whom?" I demanded, leaning forward, my heart pounding with excitement at the confirmation.

"There is a teacher in the commerce branch, Mrs. Varma," she stated flatly, her voice dry and factual. "She has a confirmed affair with Principal Sir."

"And whose other affairs are there?" I pressed, stunned by the detail she was providing, wanting all the dirt.

"The science branch teacher, Mrs. Gupta, also had an affair with her own student," Ritu Didi tapped her finger on her lip, remembering. "But that student passed and left last year."

"Is there anything else left to know, Didi?" I asked, feeling like I had just received a map to a hidden treasure, leaning back in satisfaction.

"That's all the deep secrets I know for now," she finished, a smug look on her face, crossing her arms proudly.

"You know a lot more than you let on," I shook my head slowly, impressed by her knowledge of the college's hidden life.

"I think you’re going to have full fun along with your studies, Avi," Ritu Didi winked at me, pushing off the bed.

"We'll see," I grinned, standing up, feeling the thrill of the possibilities. "But I'll definitely have full fun with all your secret tips. Now I'll leave. Tell Pankaj I'll come back to see him tomorrow."

"Bye," Ritu Didi said softly, walking me toward the door.

"Bye," I replied, exiting the room, my mind already spinning with the secrets of the key behind the window and the non-veg that college life promised.

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## Update 178: The Red Panty and the Secret Viewer (Avi and Heena)

I left Pankaj's house, the secrets Ritu Didi shared still buzzing in my mind, and rode straight over to Karim's house. The front door was slightly ajar. I walked inside, pushing the door open gently. Karim wasn't there; he had gone to the market with his mother.

Heena and her sister, Soniya, were settled on the sofa, watching TV. I walked over and sat down on the neighboring sofa, the new mobile phone feeling warm and significant in my pocket.

"What are you two watching?" I tilted my head, curious about the movie.

"I'm watching TV," Heena glanced over quickly, her eyes immediately returning to the screen.

"I see that," I insisted, leaning forward. "What exactly are you watching on TV?"

"I'm watching a movie," Heena said simply, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Watch it, then," I said, reaching into my pocket. I slowly drew out my brand-new mobile phone, deliberately catching the light on its screen.

At that moment, Soniya stood up abruptly and quickly slipped away toward her room without saying a word, vanishing silently.

Heena finally turned, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the device. "You got a new mobile?"

"Yes, I had to get one," I confirmed, making my voice sound deeply sincere. "A beautiful girl just asked for my number yesterday. How could I say no and leave her disappointed? That's why I rushed out and bought it."

"Which girl asked for your number, Avi?" Heena pulled a skeptical face, raising an eyebrow.

"That girl's name is Heena," I grinned, my eyes holding hers, enjoying the reveal.

She smiled, a flush rising in her cheeks as she caught my gaze. "Now you have to give that girl your number, then," she challenged playfully.

I smoothly exchanged numbers with Heena, inputting the digits carefully. As I was saving her contact, I felt that distinct, cold prickle on the back of my neck. *Someone is watching me again,* I thought, my gaze flicking to the darkened doorway of Soniya’s room where she had just disappeared. My entire focus sharpened. *Today, I will find out for certain who is secretly watching my every move.*

"What happened?" Heena noticed my sudden distraction, touching my arm. "You look like you saw a ghost."

"Nothing," I lied easily, turning back to her. "Who else is at home besides you two?"

"Just Soniya and me," Heena confirmed, looking around the room. "Sofia went to college, and Karim went to the market with Mom."

*(So it is Soniya,) I concluded, a plan instantly forming in my mind. I returned to our conversation. "By the way, why exactly did you need my number, Heena?"

"My boyfriend doesn't call me enough," she shrugged, a subtle challenge in her eyes. "So I thought I'd call you. That's how I'll pass the time."

*(Does she truly think of me as just a pastime, a way to kill boredom?)* The thought hit me like a splash of cold water, trying to insult my pride, but I quickly dismissed the offense. "You've thought well, Heena," I replied, meeting her challenge with my own intensity, a slight smile on my face.

I got up from my sofa and sat down right next to Heena on her sofa, moving close.

"Avi, won't you ask today what color panty I'm wearing?" she immediately tensed, throwing her hands up playfully in front of her.

*(Why is she so obsessed with panty? Today I've come to ask about what's inside, not the covering,)* I thought, a mischievous heat rising inside me. "I won't ask that today," I stated, shaking my head slowly, surprising her.

"Why not?" she demanded, clearly disappointed, dropping her hands.

"Because I already know," I whispered, leaning in, my voice low and close to her ear. "I know you're wearing a red panty today."

Heena's eyes went wide in genuine shock. She pulled back slightly, her body stiffening. "How do you know that, Avi? How could you know?"

"When you bent down just now to put the remote on the TV after turning it off," I explained, letting my eyes drop to her lap, "I caught a quick flash of your panty."

She instinctively covered her lap with her hand, a blush staining her cheeks bright red. "Do you just spend all your time looking at me like that?"

"The one who made this rare diamond will be very upset if I don't look at it constantly," I let my gaze travel slowly up her body, my voice soft but firm.

"That's enough flirting now," she mumbled, trying to hide her pleasure, looking away.

"Heena, can I ask you one thing, something serious?" I sensed the momentum shifting, giving her a serious look.

She nodded, lowering her head slightly. "Yes, ask."

I paused, letting the silence hang heavy between us, my mind racing through options. *I need to ask her about the memory card and Ritu Didi's secrets,* I thought, knowing the risk. "Never mind," I changed the subject abruptly, looking around the room again. "I'll ask you later. How strange you are, Heena. I've been here for so long, and you haven't even offered me water."

"Oh, Avi!" She slapped her forehead, clearly distracted, standing up quickly. "I completely forgot! You wait. I'll make tea for you right now."

Heena got up and started walking toward the kitchen. I stared intensely at her *gaand* as she walked away, the fabric of her clothing stretching tight with every step. I kept watching Heena's butt until she fully disappeared into the kitchen doorway, following her movement until the last second.

*If I get the chance to have sex with Heena,* the desire roared in my mind, thick and hot, *I will definitely fuck her gaand.* My *lund* was already throbbing hard, a heavy, urgent weight in my pants, pressing against the fabric.

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## Update 179: The Dark Theater Secret (Avi and Soniya)

Heena returned from the kitchen, a tray in her hand holding two steaming cups of tea. She set one down for me and sat beside it, the aroma filling the air.

"Heena, can I ask you one thing, honestly?" I picked up the cup, letting the heat warm my palms, and fixed my eyes on her face.

"Yes, ask," she wrapped her hands around her own cup, nodding slowly, her gaze steady.

"How have you managed to live for five whole years without having sex with your boyfriend?" I leaned in, my voice dropping, seeking the true answer.

"I control myself, Avi," Heena took a slow sip of tea, her eyes flat and defensive.

"Looking at you right now, it doesn't seem like you have that much control," I shook my head, my eyes tracing the curve of her jaw and throat.

"I have to," she insisted, her shoulders tightening slightly under the pressure.

"Did you never feel the intense urge to have sex with him?" I pressed, surprised by her discipline.

"I do, of course," Heena admitted, her voice wistful, looking away for a moment. "But what choice do I have? I can't just do it with anyone else."

"Seriously," I said, leaning back. "Your boyfriend is incredibly lucky, and a complete gentleman. He hasn't even touched you yet."

"No matter what he is, I like him fiercely," Heena shrugged, a flash of loyalty in her eyes.

"Do you have hair down there?" I plunged straight into the next question, unable to stop myself.

"Where is 'down there'?" Heena frowned, a confused crease forming between her eyebrows.

"You know, down there," I gestured vaguely with my hand near my lap.

"Where exactly is 'down there'?" she asked again, making me spell it out clearly.

"On your chooť," I whispered the word, meeting her gaze, not backing down.

"I don't like hair on my chooť," Heena instantly recoiled, a small shudder running through her shoulders, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "I keep it clear."

The rush of raw curiosity was overwhelming. "Heena, can I see it, just for a moment?" I leaned closer again, my voice rough.

"Are you crazy, Avi?" Her eyes flashed with sudden, genuine anger. She slammed her teacup down onto the saucer with a loud clatter. "If you ask something like that again, I will stop you from ever coming to my house! It's fine to flirt and talk—don't try to go one step further than that line."

*(What's this? Heena actually got angry,)* I thought, a knot of confusion forming in my gut. My *lund*, which had been hardening throughout the conversation, softened slightly under the shock of her rejection. "If you can't show me here at home," I suggested, refusing to back down completely, "show me when we are outside, somewhere private."

"You truly are a rascal, Avi," she shook her head, a slight smile returning, mixed with defiance.

"You have to be a rascal," I justified, my gaze moving over her body. "When you are talking to a girl as hot as you."

"Too much rascality isn't good for anyone," she warned, though her tone was milder now, leaning back.

"Then how much rascality do you actually like, Heena?" I pressed, challenging her boundary.

"As much as it's fun," she challenged, her eyes glittering.

"Then I promise I will do exactly as much as you like," I vowed, holding up my hand. I looked toward the window, feeling the urgency of time. "By the way, why hasn't Karim come home yet? When will he finally show up?"

"It's about time," Heena said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "He should be walking in any minute."

As the words left her mouth, Karim walked through the door, jingling keys.

"Karim, you'll live to be a hundred!" I snapped my fingers, laughing, pointing at him. "We were just talking about you, and you suddenly appeared."

"Forget all that," Karim tossed his keys onto the table. "Tell me why you're sitting around at home. Let's go watch a movie in the city."

"Yes, let's go right now!" I jumped up, energized by the idea.

"I want to go as well," Heena stood up too, her eyes eager.

"Yes, why not?" I smiled broadly. "You should definitely come."

"I'll go get ready and meet you two outside," Heena said, heading toward her room.

"Let's take Soniya too," Karim gripped my arm. "I'll go and tell her."

As Heena passed me, I leaned in and whispered quickly in her ear, my voice rough with suggestion, "Come wearing a pink panty, Heena."

Heena didn't say anything, but her eyes flickered rapidly, acknowledging the secret challenge. She and Karim went inside.

A little while later, Karim, Soniya, Heena, and I all started out for the movie theater. Soniya immediately sat on my bike behind me, grabbing my waist. I desperately wanted Heena to be riding with me, but I couldn't say anything to change it.. Everything I think is happening backward.* I shook my head slightly, dismissing the thought. *Leave it. Whether Soniya or Heena sits with me, I'll have fun with both.*

We arrived at the theater. Since it was the afternoon, the hall was nearly empty. We went and settled in the last row. The arrangement was: Soniya sat by the wall, then me, next to me Heena, and then Karim on the end. Heena had insisted we sit in this exact order.

The movie started. Karim and Heena seemed engrossed in the film, leaning forward. I was watching the movie too, but Soniya was looking at the screen sometimes, looking at Heena and Karim sometimes, and looking at me sometimes, her eyes darting around.

After about thirty minutes, Soniya stood up and slipped out to the bathroom. When she came back, she sat down again right next to me, her body touching mine. Soniya looked quickly at Heena and Karim—who were focused on the screen—and then leaned in, whispering something in my ear that sent a jolt of pure shock straight through me.

"Avi, you can see my chooť," Soniya breathed the words against my skin, her voice urgent and wet. "And you can touch it too, right now."

I was shocked speechless, my entire body freezing up, all movement stopping. My heart hammered against my ribs like a maniac, and my *lund* instantly became rock-hard, pressing painfully against my jeans, a heavy throb starting.

"I overheard your conversation with Baji (Heena)," Soniya continued, her whisper urging me on, her hand brushing my leg. "So what if Baji didn't show you? I will show you."

I stared at Soniya, her face barely visible in the dark, her eyes wide with challenge and desire.

"If Didi can't show you, I will show you," Soniya insisted, shifting in her seat. "My chooť doesn't have hair either."

*What did I care who it was? If Soniya was offering herself, how could I back off?* The opportunity was too sudden, too immense to waste. My palms were slick with cold sweat, the immediate risk overwhelming.

I quickly checked the perimeter. Karim and Heena were absorbed in the movie, their attention fixed forward. I slowly slid my hand onto Soniya's *choot*. Soniya guided my hand under her *salwar* and over her pajamas. The *salwar* dbangd over us, hiding my arm completely. And anyway, the hall was dark.

I began playing with Soniya's *choot* over her pajamas, applying light pressure. Soniya instantly closed her eyes, tilting her head back against the seat, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She began to enjoy the feeling of her *choot* being massaged.

I slowly undid the knot of Soniya's pajamas with careful fingers. I pulled the pajamas down just a little, easing the fabric away from her skin. Then, I slid my hand inside the pajamas, feeling the rush of warm air. I began to touch her *choot* directly.

Soniya was not wearing a panty. *(Or perhaps she had been wearing one and took it off while she was in the bathroom,)* I realized, the thought sending a fresh wave of adrenaline through me. My fingers explored the smooth, soft skin of her inner thigh, tracing the curve inward.

I slowly, tentatively started running my finger over Soniya's *choot*. The skin was smooth—there was no hair on Soniya's *choot*. Her *choot* felt tight and small, almost closed. *That means Soniya is a virgin,* I noted, the thought increasing the urgency in my *lund*.

I found the small, sensitive nub of her clitoris and began to circle it lightly. Soniya gasped, her breath catching high in her throat, a muffled sound that was instantly drowned by the movie's soundtrack. She shifted against me, pressing her hip firmly into my hand, guiding my pressure. I increased the speed, rubbing the sensitive skin back and forth with my thumb, while using my index and middle fingers to gently stroke the outer lips of her *choot*.

A thin layer of wetness was already forming on my fingers, making the skin slick and easy to rub. Soniya was breathing hard and fast, her eyes still shut tight, her head moving slightly back and forth. I could feel the small mound beneath her pajamas swelling slightly under my touch, hardening with arousal. The tight, small opening of her *choot* was starting to loosen a little, relaxing with pleasure. I brought my hand closer to the center, pressing slightly harder with my index finger, intending to slip it inside.

Soniya immediately tensed up, gripping my wrist through the *salwar* fabric. She whispered, her voice strained and sharp, "No! Stop, Avi!"

I froze, pulling back the pressure instantly. Her warning was clear and immediate. I knew if I pushed further, she would make a scene. I decided to heed her command. *It was not the right time or place for that much risk.* I went back to rubbing the outer lips, using my thumb to give her quick, focused stimulation on the clitoris.

Soniya instantly relaxed again, tilting her head back against the seat, melting into the pleasure I was giving her. She moved her hand, reaching down to press my hand more firmly against her, moaning softly into the dark. I continued to stroke and play with Soniya's *choot* from the outside, watching her face in the dark, keeping the pressure light and exciting.

I was still engrossed in playing, my *lund* throbbing furiously against the zipper, when the interval lights suddenly came on, bathing the hall in bright, harsh light. I yanked my hand away instantly, pulling it back to my lap as if scalded. Soniya quickly fixed her clothes under the *salwar* without making any sound, her chest still heaving from the intense pleasure.

Heena glanced at us once, her expression unreadable, and then stood up, taking Soniya with her toward the bathroom.

Karim and I went outside to buy cold drinks.

When we returned to the hall, the seating arrangement had changed. This time, Karim sat in Soniya's place, right next to me. Heena and I were in our original spots. Soniya was now forced to sit next to Karim.

*It was a good thing while it lasted,* I thought bitterly, feeling the sudden loss of access. *But Karim had to sit right here next to me now. He ruined the whole game.* Now, there was no way we could do anything. I quietly settled back and started watching the movie, my *lund* still aching with frustration, the memory of Soniya's smooth, wet skin burning on my fingers.

After the movie ended, we left for Karim's house. I thought I would finally get to have fun on the bike with Soniya on the way back, but that didn't happen either. Heena immediately sat on my bike. *First, I wanted to go with Soniya, but Heena jumped on the bike...* I shook my head at the strange twists of fate. *The opposite of what I think is happening. Leave it. Whether Soniya or Heena sits with me, I'll have fun with both eventually.*

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## Update 180: The Teacher's Secret (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I returned from Karim's house. Nothing more happened there, as Karim was present, and both Heena and Soniya retreated to their rooms as soon as we arrived. After a brief chat with the family, I went home.

I had dinner with my aunts, the conversation quiet and routine. Afterward, I went to my room, sat on the bed, and became completely absorbed in my new mobile. I dedicated myself to understanding its functions, navigating the menus and settings easily.

Since I had used Sital Didi's mobile extensively, I quickly figured out how to operate my own.

I was playing with the phone when, a little while later, Meena Chachi walked into my room.

"What are you doing, Avi?" Meena Chachi tilted her head, watching my focused movements.

"I'm just looking at the mobile, Chachi," I held up the phone, my eyes still glued to the screen, "trying to learn it."

"Show me your mobile," Meena Chachi instructed, walking closer to the bed.

I started demonstrating the functions to Meena Chachi. She was delighted, giggling at the videos, songs, and pictures the device could display, pointing excitedly.

"Your mobile is so good," Meena Chachi tapped the screen of my phone. "Does my mobile have all these things too?"

"No, all this doesn't work on your mobile, Chachi," I shook my head, putting my phone down.

"Why not?" she frowned, confused by the difference.

"You need a memory card inside the mobile to watch all this," I explained. As the word "memory card" left my mouth, I instantly remembered the small black plastic object I had slipped into my pocket in Ritu Didi's room. My heart gave a sudden, hard thump against my ribs, the memory shocking me. I stood up quickly, reaching into my jeans pocket to pull it out.

"This tiny thing is called a memory card?" Meena Chachi peered at the small object I held.

"This is a memory card, Chachi," I pulled the card out and held it up, rotating it between my fingers.

"All these songs and videos are somehow stored inside such a small card?" she looked astonished, leaning in closer.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"But this is for a mobile," Meena Chachi observed, eyeing my jeans. "How did you take it out of your pocket?"

"I found this lying on the floor at Pankaj's house," I admitted, looking at the card.

"Does it have videos too?" Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice dropping.

"I'll put it in the mobile now and we'll see," I was already sliding the small card into the slot on my phone.

I inserted the memory card. Then Meena Chachi and I leaned close, starting to browse the files together.

There were three clearly labeled folders: *Video*, *Image*, and *Voice*. I opened the Video folder. There were about twelve videos listed inside. I tapped on the first video. This was not a movie. It was a sex video of two people.

The moment the video started, displaying the raw, blurred action, Meena Chachi snapped her head up and looked directly at me, her eyes wide. I looked back at Meena Chachi. Even though we had shared sex ourselves, we stared at each other as if nothing had ever happened between us, caught in the immediate, unexpected shock of the screen.

Meena Chachi had never seen a sex video before. This was her first, and she was watching it with me, her nephew.

"What is this, Avi?" Meena Chachi pointed a trembling finger at the screen.

"You're asking me like you don't know exactly what this is," I retorted, a low excitement beginning to course through my veins.

"I mean," she insisted, lowering her voice, "who are these people, and how did you get this video?"

"How would I know who this is?" I shrugged, keeping my focus on the screen. "I found this memory card in Pankaj's sister Ritu's room."

"Have your days gotten so bad that you are getting by just by watching a video now?" Meena Chachi's face hardened, her disapproval clear.

"I'm only watching it out of curiosity," I countered quickly, the memory of Soniya still fresh in my mind. "Why would I *need* to watch a video? Chachi, I have Kiran and Riya, right? And I have Rati too."

"Then why are you watching this particular video?" she pressed, her eyes still on the phone, watching the action intently.

"I need to find out who this is and why Ritu Didi had it," I explained, leaning closer to the screen. "We will watch the video now, and then we will figure out everything."

We continued watching the video together, her breathing slightly fast next to me. The identities of the two people slowly became clearer.

"Chachi, look closely," I pointed at the screen, my heart rate accelerating with realization. "This is our college teacher, Mrs. Varma. And the man, I think, is Principal Sir."

"Are these your teacher and Principal Sir, Avi?" Meena Chachi gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in utter disbelief.

"Yes," I confirmed, then quickly recounted to Meena Chachi everything Ritu Didi had told me about the affair earlier that day.

"How are you so sure this is Mrs. Varma?" Meena Chachi demanded, her eyes wide with shock. "And how can you identify the Principal?"

"I had to go give a commerce branch form to Mrs. Varma," I reminded her, explaining the visit. "I went with Pankaj to her house to give her the form. I saw Mrs. Varma then, so I recognize her face. And after recognizing her, I figured out the man must be the Principal Sir based on the story Ritu Didi told me."

"So this is the affair," Meena Chachi slowly exhaled, her tension easing slightly. "Now what are you going to do with this secret, Avi?"

"As if you don't know exactly what I'm going to do with this video," I chuckled, a low, confident sound, looking at her with a knowing grin.

Meena Chachi looked me straight in the eye, a dark look of understanding passing between us. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Avi?"

"Yes," I confirmed, my voice a rough whisper. "But I'm thinking of something a little different, something better."

"What is that?" she urged, her interest piqued.

"I am going to use this video to have sex with Mrs. Varma," I looked down at the video playing silently on the screen and stated my goal.

"I was thinking the exact same thing, Avi," Meena Chachi nodded slowly, confirming our shared thought.

"And if I get a chance," I added, tapping the screen lightly, "I'll make Mrs. Varma dance entirely on my finger."

"Whatever you do," Meena Chachi advised, her voice carrying a serious warning, "do it only after thinking it through completely."

"You don't need to worry about me, Chachi," I waved off her concern with a dismissive hand gesture.

"But he is the Principal Sir," she reminded me, her worry returning, her brow furrowing. "That means he has great power."

"So what?" I scoffed, throwing my head back slightly. "If I could handle the Principal Sir at my old college, I will definitely handle this college's Principal too."

"Still..." Meena Chachi hesitated, looking unconvinced by my bravado.

"I should tell you one thing, Chachi," I sighed, remembering a key detail. "This is the old Principal Sir in the video. A new Principal Sir has come to the college now."

"Then it's fine," Meena Chachi relaxed visibly, her tension leaving her shoulders. "But still, be careful with whatever you plan to do."

"Yes, I will be careful," I promised, a rush of cold confidence filling me, my hand gripping the phone tighter. "I have two full years to execute all this."

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## Update 181: The Memory Card's Dark Secrets (Avi and Meena Chachi)

We had just finished watching the shocking video of Mrs. Varma. Meena Chachi's face was flushed, her breath coming fast.

"Look at the other video, Avi," Meena Chachi leaned closer to the phone, her voice thick with demand.

"Okay, Chachi, I'm playing it now," I agreed, tapping the screen to select the next file.

I played the second video. Meena Chachi and I were hit by another wave of shock. The details were just as raw, the action as intense.

"Now who on earth is this woman?" Meena Chachi gasped, her eyes wide.

"How would I know, Chachi? We have to watch the video, and the details will tell us," I replied, my gaze locked on the screen.

"She's doing it with two different boys, Avi!" Meena Chachi pointed a trembling finger at the display.

"Yes," I confirmed, a knot of speculation tightening in my gut. "I think this must be Mrs. Gupta, the teacher Ritu Didi mentioned."

"How can you be so sure?" Meena Chachi frowned, rubbing her chin. "There's no sound in the video to help us identify her."

"Ritu Didi said that Mrs. Gupta has sex with her student," I reminded her, the pieces fitting together in my mind.

"I think you might be right," Meena Chachi admitted, nodding slowly.

"If this truly is Mrs. Gupta, this college is going to be so much fun," I grinned, the possibility of another target filling me with dangerous excitement.

"Don't just have fun, Avi. You must study too," Meena Chachi gave me a sharp look, her momentary excitement replaced by her usual caution.

"Komal is the one who's there for studies, Chachi," I said, waving her concern away.

The second video ended.

"This is over. Now what's next?" Meena Chachi sighed, leaning back against the headboard.

"I'll play the next video," I stated, tapping the screen again.

I played the next file. This time, as soon as I saw the woman in the video, my body went cold, then hot. I was completely shocked again.

"What happened, Avi? Do you know her?" Meena Chachi nudged my arm, sensing my sudden stillness.

"Chachi, this is Pankaj's mother," I pointed at the screen, my voice barely a whisper.

"What did you say?" Meena Chachi shot upright, her eyes bulging.

"Yes, Chachi. This is Pankaj's mother," I repeated, confirming the impossible truth.

"And this must be Pankaj's father, then," Meena Chachi studied the man on the screen.

"No," I countered immediately, shaking my head. "This is absolutely not Pankaj's father."

"What?" Meena Chachi demanded, grabbing the phone from my hand to inspect the man closer. "Then who is it? Do you know him?"

"Yes," I confirmed, my jaw tight. "This man comes to Pankaj's house often. I've seen him."

"Who is he, Avi?" she hissed, her eyes darting between the screen and my face.

"He is Pankaj's maternal uncle, his Mamaji."

"What? He's Pankaj's mother's own brother? Her Mamaji?" Meena Chachi pulled back, stunned.

"Yes," I repeated flatly.

"This kind of twisted thing really happens in the city," Meena Chachi shook her head slowly, a look of grim acknowledgment on her face.

"What do we care, Chachi?" I said, taking the phone back. "It's their life. Let them do it."

We watched the video, the initial shock dissolving into raw observation.

"Look at the others, Avi. Maybe you'll find out about someone else we know," Meena Chachi pressed her hand to her chest.

"Okay, I'll keep going," I agreed, my finger already hovering over the next file.

I played the next video. I was getting one shock after another, the contents of the memory card an unending stream of secrets.

I was completely frozen after watching the next video.

"Chachi, this is Pankaj's sister, Ritu," I could only point at the screen, my voice thick with disbelief.

"Ritu?" Meena Chachi leaned in, skeptical.

"Yes," I insisted. "And the man with her must be her boyfriend."

"You can look at all these details later," Meena Chachi glanced at the clock on the wall, impatience creeping in. "Let me watch the remaining videos. I also have to go to sleep soon."

I played the next video. This one also featured Ritu Didi, but there was a second, different boy in the clip.

"How many boys does this Ritu actually have, Avi?" Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed with judgment.

"How am I supposed to know how many boyfriends Ritu Didi has made?" I countered, a deep sense of surprise settling over me.

"Play the next video," Meena Chachi commanded, her voice sharp.

I played the next video. This one was also Ritu's, and there was a third, different boy in this clip too.

"It seems Ritu is a slut," Meena Chachi recoiled, shaking her head in disgust.

"Ritu can't be a slut, Chachi," I bristled at the harsh word, defending her immediately.

"She's having sex with three different boys," Meena Chachi stated, her voice flat. "Ritu is absolutely a slut."

"We'll see the next video," I argued, tapping the screen. "If that also turns out to be Ritu's, then I will accept that Ritu is a slut."

"Yes, play it now," Meena Chachi nodded curtly.

I played the last video in the folder. In this clip, Ritu was simply taking a shower.

"See, Chachi," I said, putting the phone down. "Ritu is not a slut. Those three must just be her boyfriends."

"Still, with three boys at such a young age?" she was still fixated on the number.

"All this is completely common in the city, Chachi," I informed her.

"Let it be," she sighed, standing up abruptly. "I'm going to sleep now. But first, I'll have to take a shower."

I looked at the clock; it was late. "Shower, Chachi? At this hour of the night?"

"You made me feel so much heat, Avi, by showing me all these videos," Meena Chachi turned back, her eyes heavy-lidded, a slow, sensual smile spreading across her face. "I'll have to take a shower to get rid of the heat and calm myself down."

"I'll get ri..." Before I could finish my sentence—the offer to relieve her tension—Meena Chachi simply said goodnight and slipped out of the room, leaving me alone with the silent, humming mobile.

I stared down at the memory card content. I looked at the image folder, noting the dozen or so files. There was nothing special in the remaining videos, but I found a nude photo of Ritu Didi in the picture folder. While looking at Ritu Didi's exposed figure in the quiet darkness of my room, my lund heavy and throbbing, I eventually fell asleep.

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## Update 182: The Midnight Call (Avi and Soniya)

I had fallen into a heavy sleep, the image of Ritu Didi burned onto the inside of my eyelids, when the insistent ring of my new mobile phone jerked me awake.

I grabbed the phone, my eyes gritty with sleep, and saw the screen flashing an unknown number. *I just got this mobile yesterday,* I thought, surprised, *and I’m already getting calls from strangers this late.*

"Hello, who is this?" I cleared my throat, answering the call.

"You forgot me so quickly, Avi?" a soft, deliberately mysterious voice answered.

"What can I do? I get so many calls from girls that I simply can't remember all their names," I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the pillow, playing the part.

"Don't lie so much. You only just got that mobile yesterday," the voice on the other end chuckled lightly.

*(She knows that too. Who is she?)* My mind raced, suddenly wide awake. "Then tell me your sweet name yourself," I challenged, trying to place the voice.

"You have to find out on your own," the voice insisted, a thrill of secrecy in its tone.

*(Am I a magician that I can find that out?)* I thought, a slow smile spreading across my face. "If I go to the trouble of finding out, what will I get as a prize?"

"You'll get whatever you ask for, Avi," the voice became low and confident.

"Think about that promise carefully," I sat up completely, my heart beginning to accelerate. "I can ask for absolutely anything in the world."

"I always think before I talk," the voice stated firmly.

"Then it seems I have no choice but to find out your name," I whispered into the phone.

"You have to find out in three chances, though," she added, a teasing edge returning. "Otherwise..."

"Three is too generous," I scoffed, already reviewing the candidates.

"Then stop wasting time," she urged. "Tell me my name quickly."

"Just let me think for a moment." *(I gave my number only to Komal, Pankaj, Karim, and Heena yesterday. This is a girl, so it must be Heena or Komal. Komal would never call this late. So, is this Heena? It could be; Heena did say she would call me. But the voice is too soft, not like Heena's bolder tone. That means it can't be Heena or Komal. Then who is it? Kavita? No, she doesn't have a mobile. Ritu? Pankaj's sister? Why would she be calling?)* My attention snapped back to the dark cinema hall. *(It has to be her.)*

"Did you find out who I am, Avi?" the voice pressed, impatient.

"How many chances did you say you gave me, Soniya?" I took a deep breath, the confidence flooding back.

"Soniya." A soft, sharp intake of breath came over the line. "I'm genuinely stunned. You found out in just one chance."

My lund pulsed with victory. "Now for my prize," I demanded, my voice low and rough.

"What exactly do you want, Avi?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"You, Soniya," I didn't hesitate.

"Consider that you've already got me," she took a slow, deep breath, the sound intimate over the phone. "And, by the way, that is the entire reason I called you tonight."

A shiver ran down my spine. "You understood what I meant when I asked, right?"

"Yes," Soniya confirmed, her voice utterly direct. "You want to have sex with me. And I want to have sex with you, too."

*(Is she a slut or a virgin?)* The question flashed through my mind, recalling the tightness of her choot in the theater. "You too?" I asked, gripping the phone tight. "I don't understand. Is this why you called me so late?"

"I want to have sex with you, Avi," Soniya reiterated, her intention crystal clear.

"But..." I started, trying to grasp the sudden, intense rush of her offer.

"I know you really want to have sex with Heena," Soniya quickly interjected.

"You know that, too?" My eyes darted around the dark room.

"Yes," she confirmed, a hard edge entering her voice. "And I want to have sex with you before Heena does."

"Before Heena? I don't understand," I demanded, forcing her to be clear. "Explain this to me plainly."

"I hate Heena," Soniya hissed.

"You hate her? But why would you hate your own sister?" I frowned, confused by the venom.

"The happiness and attention that should rightfully be mine, she always gets," Soniya spat the words out. "At home, everyone loves her instead of me. Whatever new thing arrives in the house, she gets it. I get the better marks on the exam, but *she* gets the gifts and the praise."

"Just because of these small things, you feel this hatred..." I began, trying to minimize her feelings.

"This is nothing!" Soniya cut me off sharply. "Heena stole the boy I liked and wanted to be with, taking him away from me. That is why now I want to have sex with you before Heena has sex with you."

"You liked Heena's current boyfriend?" I asked, completely shocked by the depths of the rivalry.

"Yes," Soniya confirmed, the pain clear in her voice. "But Heena took him away from me and stayed with him for four years..." There was a sudden, muffled sound on the line, like a quick, whispered instruction.

"Where was I?" Soniya's voice returned, slightly clipped. "Yes, Heena is still burning me by staying with him for five long years. She gets everything, and I get nothing."

"Okay, fine," I agreed, a strange, dark thrill settling over me. "I will have sex with you first, Soniya."

"And after me," she pressed, her voice urgent, "you will have sex with Heena?"

I was surprised by the command. "If I'm getting you, Soniya, why would I need to bother with Heena?"

"You must have sex with Heena after me, Avi," she paused for a moment, thinking something through. "And you must tell her that you already had sex with me before her."

"Okay," I agreed, the plan for revenge adding a sharp edge to the desire. "First with you, and then with Heena."

We talked for a while longer, making tentative arrangements. When the call finally ended, I lay in the dark, my body heavy with the promise of Soniya. I fell asleep, my dreams already a mix of her desperate offer and the shock of the cinema hall floor.

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## Update 183: The Sisters' Game (Avi and Meena Chachi, Karim)

I woke up in the morning and immediately started my exercise routine. I was going through the motions, but my mind was tangled in the strange conversation with Soniya from the night before. A moment later, Meena Chachi walked in carrying a glass of milk.

"Avi..." Meena Chachi cleared her throat.

I was so consumed by thoughts of Soniya's desperate offer that I didn't hear Chachi's voice at all.

"Avi, what happened? What is consuming your thoughts like this?" Meena Chachi reached out and shook my shoulder gently.

"Nothing special, Chachi," I sighed, taking the milk. "Just one thing is really bothering me."

"Tell me," Meena Chachi settled on the mat beside me, concerned. "Maybe my experience can find a solution for whatever you're facing."

"After you left last night, Karim's sister Soniya called here..." I recounted every detail of Soniya's desperate, late-night call, including her hatred for Heena and her demand for pre-emptive sex.

Meena Chachi listened intently, her expression growing thoughtful. "Tell me everything, Avi, starting from the first time you went to Karim's house and noticed them."

I carefully relayed all the small, strange encounters.

"I feel strongly that Heena and Soniya are playing some kind of complex game with you," Meena Chachi shook her head slowly.

"Playing a game with me?" I frowned, the confusion thickening in my mind. "I don't understand, Chachi."

"Think about it," she pressed. "Heena first said she has had a boyfriend for five years. Then, last night, Soniya first claimed four years, and then she quickly corrected herself to five years."

"Yes," I admitted, the memory making me uneasy. "I absolutely felt like someone was with Soniya, coaching her or telling her what to say."

"Maybe it was Heena herself, whispering instructions," Meena Chachi leaned in. "And you also mentioned that Heena is supposed to marry her boyfriend. Karim must know the truth about that. You need to ask Karim once."

"What for, Chachi?"

"The way you described Heena, she seems to want to have sex with you," she explained. "And the way Soniya behaved, she definitely wants to as well. But something is off: why do *both* of them want to have sex with you, and why did both Heena and Soniya lie to you about the five-year relationship? From Soniya's bitter words, it seems like there is definitely a planned drama going on."

My lund gave a slow, deep throb at the thought of a planned drama involving sex. "Could that seriously be possible, Chachi?"

"You must meet Karim once," she advised firmly, "but meet him outside the house, somewhere private. Ask Karim specific questions about Heena and Soniya. You will find out everything you need to know. And yes, do not talk to Soniya or Heena today."

"Okay," I agreed, standing up. The fog of confusion lifted, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. "I understand everything you're saying. I'll go and meet Karim now."

"Wait, there's one more thing you missed," Meena Chachi grabbed my wrist, stopping me before I could move.

"What is it?"

"You said you asked Heena to show you her choot, but she firmly refused you."

"Yes," I confirmed.

"And Soniya said she overheard your conversation with Heena."

"Yes," I admitted again.

"And in the theater, Heena specifically told Soniya to sit right next to you, not her."

"That's right," I frowned, the pattern becoming clearer.

"That means Heena and Soniya are definitely doing all this together, working as a team," Meena Chachi released my wrist, her eyes triumphant.

"How is that possible, Chachi?"

"You asked Heena to show you her choot," she explained, counting on her fingers. "No one ever says that loudly enough to be overheard by someone in another room. And you were at their home. At home, you talk about such things in a quiet, low voice. So how did Soniya know about that conversation? Heena must have told Soniya all about it. You need to meet Karim right now."

"I'll go and meet him immediately," I declared, my mind made up.

*I'll deal with Mrs. Varma and Ritu Didi later,* I thought, pulling on my shirt. *Anyway, I can have sex with Ritu Didi anytime using the video. First, I must see what kind of elaborate game Heena and Soniya are trying to play with me.*

I quickly got ready and left the house to meet Karim. I called him on my new mobile and told him to meet me at a restaurant for breakfast.

"What's the matter, Avi? Why did you call me out here so early in the morning?" Karim arrived, looking slightly puzzled.

"Just like that," I replied smoothly, pulling out a chair. "Let's sit and have some breakfast together."

After talking about unimportant things for a while, I searched for the right opening. *(How can I ask Karim directly about Heena and Soniya's secrets?)*

"Dude, Karim, I needed to talk to you about something sensitive," I leaned in, adopting a confessional tone.

"Yes, tell me, what is it?" Karim looked curious.

"A week or so ago, I thought I saw Heena Didi with a boy in the market," I lied, throwing out a bait.

"You must have seen her with Salim," Karim chuckled, shrugging it off.

"Salim? Who is this Salim?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"He's Heena Baji's boyfriend," Karim explained casually. "Heena Baji is going to marry Salim next year."

"Since when has Salim been Heena Didi's boyfriend?" I asked, keeping my voice even.

"For about one year now," Karim said, counting on his fingers. "Salim is actually our distant relative."

*(It's only been one year. Then why did Heena lie and say it was five years? Maybe Karim doesn't know the full story,)* I mused internally. "It's been going on for only one year?"

"Yes," Karim confirmed. "Salim only came back from London after finishing his studies there a year ago."

*(That confirms it: Heena was lying. And Soniya was too. But why the synchronized lie?)* I changed the subject quickly. "That's a good thing that Heena Didi is getting married. By the way, Soniya Didi should also get married soon. She's also grown up."

"Soniya Baji's wedding is also going to be next year, at the same time as Heena Baji's," Karim smiled proudly.

"Two weddings on the same day?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"We were originally going to get Heena Baji married this year, but Heena Baji put her foot down," Karim nodded. "She said that her and Soniya Baji's weddings must happen on the same day. Otherwise, the wedding wouldn't happen at all. That's why we're currently searching for a suitable boy for Soniya Baji."

*(Now what is this new drama? This contradicts everything Soniya said about hatred.)* "Why did Heena Didi insist on that condition?" I asked.

"Heena Baji and Soniya Baji love each other so much, Avi, that I can't even begin to tell you," Karim's face softened with affection. "Sofia and I just keep watching them, amazed at their deep affection."

*(But Soniya said she hated her...)* "How deeply do they actually love each other?" I pressed, needing concrete examples.

"What can I tell you?" Karim threw his hands up. "If Heena Baji doesn't go to college, Soniya Baji also doesn't go. And it works the other way, too. If Papa brought home only one dress, they would deliberately tear it and tell Papa to bring two dresses—one for Heena Baji and one for Soniya Baji. When they cut a cake, they feed each other first, and then they feed the rest of us. Their love is exactly like this, and there is so much more, but you must have understood the depth."

"But I've never actually seen them talk to each other much lately," I lied, testing his conviction.

"What are you talking about, Avi?" Karim looked genuinely surprised. "A single day can't pass without them talking to each other for hours."

*(What is all this? I don't understand anything at all.)* My mind was racing, trying to reconcile the hatred and the love, the five years and the one year. My heart began to pound a confusing, heavy beat against my ribs. A cold sweat broke out on my palms, and I had to wipe them on my pants. The puzzle felt too big; it was like the ground had shifted. "Okay, let's go now, Karim."

After Karim left, I immediately called Meena Chachi and told her every single thing Karim had revealed.

Meena Chachi listened to the entire story, then gave her clear advice. She told me I should absolutely play their game too. If both sisters want to have sex with me, I should do it, but first, I need to figure out what kind of game they are actually trying to play and why.

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## Update 184: The New Sanctuary (Avi and Kiran, Meena Chachi)

I went straight from the hotel where I'd met Karim to the house of my old friend. *(This friend was a boy I had met when I used to come to the city with Chacha to sell mangoes sometimes. I went directly to him for help.)*

I explained to him that I needed a rental house immediately. It had to be located in a respectable society but for a very low monthly price. He immediately made two or three calls on my behalf.

I needed this rental house to finally have sex with Soniya and Heena without fear of interruption.

We soon went to see the house. It was situated in a new society that hadn't seen much construction yet. The area was quiet and felt safe. Crucially for me, there weren't many neighbors. The house itself was simple: one bedroom, a kitchen, and a hall. The bathroom was conveniently attached to the bedroom. There was some furniture already inside, left behind by the landlord. I secured the house for a rent of four thousand per month.

The house had already been cleaned, meaning I didn't have much to do. A basic bed was in the bedroom, and a sofa with a table was in the hall. Still, I spent two hours cleaning every surface, making it truly mine. I bought a few necessary items and arranged them.

The landlord lived in another city, which was quite far away, so there was no tension of him dropping by. I could bring anyone here I wanted; there was no one to stop me.

I locked the house *(I decided to call this city house "house2" and my village home "house")* and returned to the village.

I casually mentioned to Meena Chachi that I had rented a house in the city. Meena Chachi didn't question me at all, she simply told me to take care of myself.

My entire mood was ruined today. I still couldn't understand what intricate game Heena and Soniya were trying to play. To calm my frustrated mind, I decided to go out for a long walk. As I wandered through the village lanes, I found myself near the house of Principal Sir.

I suddenly thought, *"Let's go meet Sir. It's been a long time since I saw Sir and Kiran."*

I knocked on the gate. Kiran opened it, her face lighting up with genuine happiness when she saw me. I stepped inside the compound.

"Where is Sir?" I looked around the yard.

"He went to the city for a conference," Kiran secured the gate. "He will come back tomorrow evening."

"That means you're alone at home tonight?" I let the implication sink in, a slow smile spreading across my face.

"Yes, just me," Kiran smiled softly, confirming the solitude.

"You won't even offer me anything to drink, Kiran?" I walked toward the verandah, resting my hand on the back of a wicker chair.

"Wait," Kiran said immediately, her eyes bright. "I'll make you tea right away."

Kiran went into the kitchen. I quickly took out my mobile and called Meena Chachi.

"Chachi, listen," I murmured into the phone. "I'm not coming home tonight."

"Where are you going to be, Avi?" Meena Chachi's voice was cautious.

"I'm staying at Sir's house tonight," I informed her.

"Okay," Meena Chachi said, her tone suddenly understanding. "I'll tell Didi that you're staying at Sir's house and studying."

"I'm here with Kiran," I clarified my situation, lowering my voice further. "Sir went to the city and won't be back until tomorrow."

"I understood completely," Meena Chachi whispered back, a knowing laugh in her voice. "I'll handle things here. You just have fun, Avi."

"Thanks, Chachi," I replied, a rush of excitement hitting me.

Kiran came back a moment later, carrying the hot tea. She placed it on the table.

"So, what's the plan for the rest of the evening?" I took a sip, looking up at her with direct intensity.

"Nothing much. Just the usual," Kiran fidgeted with the edge of her *saree*.

"What do you want to do, staying all alone at home throughout this long night?" I leaned forward, pitching my voice low.

"What *can* I do?" A genuine sadness crossed Kiran's face. "My luck is so bad, what can I even say about it?"

"What exactly happened to your luck?" I pressed gently, reaching out to touch the back of her hand.

"Is the luck of someone whose husband works in another city and only comes home once a year not bad, Avi?" she lamented, pulling her hand away slowly.

"Why complain?" I said, trying to cheer her up. "I'm right here now, aren't I?"

"For how long can you stay with me, though?" Kiran asked, her voice filled with longing. "You also have your own life to live and plans to make."

"I can stay with you sometimes," I offered, my thumb tracing a slow pattern on the table.

"Yes, you can," she sighed, "but..."

"But what, Kiran?"

"You only come for an hour or two, and then you quickly leave," she looked at me, her eyes heavy.

"What more am I allowed to do than just visit?" I asked, looking down at my hands.

"What you have done for me is already more than enough," Kiran said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm not angry with *you*. You have completely quenched my thirst when no one else could. I am mad at my husband's choices."

"Your husband is a very good man," I defended Sir. "You shouldn't be mad at him."

"Why shouldn't I be mad at him?" she challenged, her voice rising slightly.

"Sir told me something," I revealed, keeping the surprise carefully measured. "He said that after his retirement, both you and he are going to move there with him."

"He didn't tell me anything like that!" Kiran looked completely taken aback. "And there's still a lot of time left before Babuji's retirement."

"So what?" I countered, reaching out and gently taking her hands. "Sir can take early retirement if he wants to. Now, please be happy, Kiran."

"But until that day comes, Avi?" she pleaded, her eyes searching mine.

"Until then, I am here, aren't I?" I squeezed her hands.

"Okay, fine," A slow, delighted smile transformed Kiran's face. "At least tonight, you are here with me."

"Come on, I'll tell you one more piece of happy news," I leaned close, my voice barely audible.

"What is it?" She gripped my hands tight, her eyes shining.

"I'm going to stay right here tonight," I announced, letting the full weight of the words settle.

"Truly? You'll stay here?" Kiran's breath hitched.

"Truly," I confirmed, my lund already hardening in anticipation of the long, solitary night ahead with Kiran.

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## Update 185: The Alarm Clock Game (Avi and Kiran)

Kiran’s face glowed with genuine happiness when I confirmed I was staying. Her eyes held a deep, naked promise.

I didn't waste another second. I swooped down, lifting Kiran easily into my arms, the suddenness making her gasp. I carried her directly toward the bedroom.

"Wait! Let me make some food first, Avi!" Kiran laughed, her arms tightening around my neck.

"No one is going to eat today, Kiran," I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her warm scent. "Tonight, I'm not going to let you sleep at all."

"Who wants to sleep, anyway?" she threw her head back, her eyes sparkling with challenge.

I laid Kiran gently on the bed and instantly moved on top of her, sealing our lips together. I began sucking on Kiran's lips, drawing out the taste of tea and desire. She responded with equal fervor, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine. We kissed deeply, passionately, for what felt like ten minutes.

I pulled back, rising to stand over her. I quickly stripped off Kiran's saree. She was now exposed in only her blouse and petticoat. I grabbed the edge of her flimsy blouse and tore it with a primal force. The cotton ripped violently, and her bra snapped with the blouse. Kiran cried out, a sharp sound of pain and shock.

But she didn't attempt to stop me. She lay there, breathing hard, watching me. After the blouse was in shreds, it was the turn of the petticoat. I placed my hand on the knot, and Kiran immediately acted, her fingers flying to the drawstring, quickly untying it herself. The petticoat slid away. Now Kiran was only in her panty. She then swiftly grabbed the panty and peeled it off.

I realized she thought I would tear the panty too, which is why she took off the last barrier herself.

It was my turn now. I quickly shed my own clothes, my lund already standing rigid with desperate urgency. I climbed onto the bed and moved to cover Kiran. As I settled over her, my eyes snagged on the digital clock resting on the bedside table. It had a prominent alarm function.

A sudden, wicked idea took hold. I reached over, grabbed the watch, and started manipulating the settings. Sir had once explained to me that if you set a time interval, the alarm would ring repeatedly after that set time. I set it to ring every five minutes.

"What are you doing with that watch, Avi?" Kiran raised herself on her elbows, watching me with confusion.

"Nothing," I threw the watch back onto the table, its purpose now set. "Let's start our game, Kiran."

I dropped back down, covering her body with mine, and started kissing her again. Our lips locked, she instantly sucking on my mouth, and me pulling at hers. We were completely lost in the furious exchange of saliva and breath.

We had been locked in this deep kiss for exactly five minutes when the alarm suddenly pierced the air with its shrill beep.

My thought was confirmed: *After the alarm rings, I must stop what I'm doing and immediately start something new.* I broke the kiss, pulling away with a gasp.

I moved down her body, taking her left breast into my mouth and latching on fiercely, sucking the nipple with ravenous greed. I simultaneously squeezed and kneaded the other breast with my hand. I grabbed the nipple with my lips, pulling at it gently, then licking it, sucking it, rotating my tongue over the dark peak.

I was thoroughly playing with her breasts when the alarm shrieked again. I quickly pulled my mouth off that breast and took the right one into my mouth, sucking the other in rapid succession. Kiran let out a moan, running her fingers wildly through my hair, urging me to continue. The alarm sounded a final time. I had to stop sucking her breasts.

Now I moved lower, my gaze fixed on her waiting choot. I started playing with Kiran's choot directly. I lowered my head and began to lick Kiran's choot with my tongue. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her choot and started drinking her essence. Kiran's entire body started to stiffen violently on the bed. Her hips bucked; she was on the verge of releasing her water.

But the alarm began to ring, and I instantly stopped licking her choot. Kiran's release was halted.

"Why did you stop? Why?" she gasped, twisting her head back to look at me, her eyes glazed over.

"The alarm rang," I stated simply, breathing heavily.

"But *why* did that make you stop, Avi?" she pleaded, her hips twitching.

"I'm going to have sex with you with the help of this alarm," I explained.

Kiran didn't understand the game at all. She decided it was better to simply stay quiet and let me continue.

I repositioned myself. I put my lund into Kiran's mouth. She immediately began to suck my lund with deep, practiced pleasure. She placed one hand on her choot and started rubbing it, desperate for release. I firmly removed her hand from her choot. I didn't want Kiran's water to come out until the final moment.

Kiran was vigorously sucking my lund, and I was enjoying the immense sensation when the alarm shrieked again. I controlled the urge to come right then, pulled my lund out of her mouth, and quickly repositioned myself.

I placed my lund directly onto her choot. With one massive, single thrust, I drove my lund deep inside her choot. Kiran let out a guttural scream of pain mixed with pleasure. But I didn't stop to apologize. Instead, I immediately started thrusting with furious speed. Kiran's screams turned into frantic moans and desperate cries. I increased the speed of my thrusts. Kiran matched my rhythm with a corresponding increase in her screams and moans. With a final, ear-splitting scream, Kiran released her water.

As soon as her water came out, the alarm began to ring. Kiran's luck held up—the alarm only rang *after* she had released her water. Otherwise, she would have been left restless and panting.

I pulled my lund out of her wet choot. I moved slightly, placing my lund directly onto her gaand. And with one powerful thrust, I drove half of my lund inside her. Kiran screamed again, a sharp, sudden sound. I gave another punishing thrust, and she screamed loudly. I knew I couldn't slow down. The alarm could ring at any second. I started thrusting deep and hard into her gaand. Kiran screamed for a while, but then she adjusted, beginning to support my rhythm. I continued to thrust, and she began to moan in deep pleasure. Then the alarm rang. I pulled my lund out quickly.

I immediately drove my lund into her choot and started the frantic fucking. Kiran was deliriously happy with the mixture of choot and gaand fucking. Then the alarm rang. I switched positions, my lund now deep in her gaand. Then the alarm rang again. My lund was back in her choot. Then the alarm rang. My lund was back in her gaand. Then the alarm rang. My lund was back in her choot.

Kiran was ecstatic, receiving my lund in either her choot or her gaand every five minutes. The alarm idea was proving to be pure, chaotic fun. The question arose: *Where should I release the semen—in her choot or in her gaand?*

Then I remembered a third option. *One place is still left,* I decided. I pulled out quickly and released my semen directly onto Kiran's navel.

My whole body was slick with sweat from the fast, demanding pace. A strong, deep tremor ran through my thighs as the climax faded. My lungs burned from the frantic, held-back breaths.

Kiran had full fun, enjoying twenty-five minutes of intense sucking and thirty-five minutes of frenzied choot and gaand fucking. Tonight, Kiran and I had indulged in a distinctly different, alarm-driven form of fucking.

After resting for a short while, Kiran stirred beneath me.

"I have to go to the bathroom now, Avi," Kiran whimpered softly. "Please get off me."

"You'll go to the bathroom when I decide you can," I countered, resting my weight on her.

"I need to get fresh," she pleaded. "I'll clean my choot so that we can have more fun."

"There's no need to clean your choot," I commanded, moving slightly. "Just lie back on the bed."

Kiran obediently lay back. I immediately started having sex with her again, just like before, using the alarm to switch positions. Kiran's condition quickly deteriorated from the relentless pace. She was having sex while lying completely exhausted in the same position, but I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her choot and gaand repeatedly.

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## Update 185 A: Final Round Before Sleep (Avi and Kiran)

After completing the second round of sex, I finally allowed Kiran to go to the bathroom. Kiran returned about thirty minutes later, her movements slow but deliberate. She was refreshed, readying herself for the third, final round of sex.

I pulled her onto the bed and moved into position, restarting the relentless cycle. The alarm clock, set for the five-minute interval, immediately controlled the pace. I decided to start this third, demanding round with an innovative position to maximize her pleasure and test her limits.

I sat up, propping my back against the firm headboard, and pulled Kiran onto my lap. She sat on me, facing away from me, straddling my hips. I carefully guided my lund to her choot, waiting until she was fully ready before pushing. She accepted the full length of me with a sharp intake of breath. The deep angle of my seated position immediately filled her, stretching her choot in a new way.

I secured my hold, wrapping my arms firmly around her hips and lower waist.

She started to ride, beginning her movements with slow, deliberate circular grinds. These motions brought the thick shaft of my lund deep inside her, working against my root. Her hips moved in mesmerizing, hypnotic patterns. Her eyes were closed, her face showing the effort and mounting pleasure. Every smooth rotation of her hips sent a thick, heavy wave of sensation through my lund. The wet heat of her choot clenched and released around me with the rhythm, making my muscles tense and coil. This was a slow, agonizingly pleasurable burn for both of us, building pressure without immediate release.

I gripped her hips to control the movement, pushing up from below, meeting her descending motion with controlled power. The collision was intensely focused and deep. I held her tight, feeling her body shudder with the increasing pressure. Just as the rhythm found its peak, the shrill beep of the alarm clock cut through the air.

I stopped her motion instantly. My hands released her hips, and I pulled my lund out with a loud, wet sound.

Kiran cried out, a sound of pure frustration. She collapsed forward, resting her forehead on my shoulder, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps. 

I quickly maneuvered her off my lap. I guided her to stand, taking her hands and leaning them against the bedside table for support. I stood behind her and positioned my lund for her gaand. The sight of her gaand pressed back against me, her body bowed slightly, was intensely arousing. I gripped her hips and pushed inside her tight passage. The friction was immediate, demanding, and overwhelming.

I started a fast, punishing rhythm. Her hips pushed back against me, matching my force, though her legs were shaking with exhaustion. The pleasure was too strong to allow her to stop moving. I watched the muscles in her back and thighs strain under the effort as I drove into her. Her low, guttural moans were swallowed by the confined space of the room.

I reached forward, gripping her shoulders tightly, using the pressure to steady her shaking body as I increased the speed of my thrusts. I slowed the pace then, allowing her a moment to adjust to the depth and crushing pressure of my lund. I used one hand to sweep back her hair, then gripped a handful of the strands near the root, pulling gently but firmly to increase the arch in her back. This harsh treatment exposed her neck and made the position feel more submissive.

My other hand dropped lower, finding her breasts where they hung heavy and soft in her bending position. I squeezed the flesh roughly, kneading them while continuing the hard, relentless fucking. The pain from the grip mixed with the deep pleasure from the penetration.

She bucked back violently against me, her movement desperate. I was pushing her beyond her strength now, forcing her body to meet my demands. I felt the final, irresistible wave of my own climax rising, cresting quickly due to the rapid, deep thrusting. I gave three final, deep thrusts, sinking my lund as far as it could go, keeping a merciless grip on her hair and breasts.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm rang.

With the final, powerful thrust, I pulled out, releasing my semen with a powerful spasm directly onto her lower back and the curve of her gaand. The sensation of release was immediate and intense, leaving me gasping for air. My head swam from the sudden rush of the climax. A powerful wave of exhaustion crashed over me, leaving my legs feeling heavy and weak.

Kiran stumbled, unable to support her own weight, and fell back onto the bed, landing softly on the mattress, completely finished.

She lay panting, unable to move, having pushed herself to the limit for the third time. I looked down at her still form. Her choot was slick, reflecting the dull light, shining with sweat and my own liquid. The sight was too much for my lingering senses. I felt a powerful, possessive urge, a final spike of hunger, to taste her one last time before resting.

I lowered my head immediately. I pushed my face into her lower body, my tongue finding the source of the glistening heat. I began to lick her choot completely clean. I ran my tongue across the sensitive folds, licking away the mix of her sweat, the remnants of our recent fucking, and her own sweet wetness. The taste was sharp and intoxicating, a final, raw taste of victory and exhaustion. I was thorough, using the tip and flat of my tongue to search every curve and fold until the skin felt smooth and clean beneath my mouth. I kept licking until I had taken every last drop.

Kiran lay still during this final act, her body giving only small, spent twitches of residual pleasure. When I finally pulled back, satisfied, she slowly reached out for me. She reached for my lund, which was still damp and sticky from the recent release.

She took my lund into her hands. Her tongue emerged, running along the shaft, starting her slow, deep cleaning. She used her mouth and tongue to wash away every bit of semen residue and sweat. She licked the sensitive tip, carefully drawing out the final lingering drops. She was precise, treating my lund with the same exhaustive care and hunger I had just shown her choot. She sucked deeply, pulling my lund far back into her throat, rinsing the memory of the past hour away. She focused on the underside, licking the sensitive ridge, then returned to the tip, her lips working gently.

When she finally released me, my lund felt completely clean, smooth, and slightly sensitive again. We looked at each other, the silence between us heavy with shared physical satisfaction and deep fatigue.

I wanted to go for one more round. The feeling of her mouth on me had sparked a small, renewed pressure in my groin. But seeing her utterly exhausted condition—her breathing shallow, her limbs lax—and remembering my intense plans for tomorrow—the game with Heena and Soniya required me to be sharp and rested—I stopped.

Three rounds of sex was certainly enough. We were both completely drained by the violent, prolonged fucking. We fell into a deep, heavy sleep from pure exhaustion.

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