Adultery NEMESIS

[ananth1986]

Wish you advance Happy Vidhya pooja & Vijaya dasami.

[Neelkantha]

Well ass fuck .But Raju got stick to a boy.
So only he needs and loves ass fucking.
Waiting for the truth.

So sad for him. He had such luscious mami in hand, but he choose to be... Nevertheless, let's see what's happened next. Shuvo sharadiya.

[Neelkantha]

Wish you advance Happy Vidhya pooja & Vijaya dasami.

Same to you dear

[Morbius]

Bhai ye kese mod pe chod ke chale gaye Ab confusion ho raha ladki nahi to ladka hai ya aurat
Sex scenes to zabardast thhe maza agya raju ne sari fantasy puri karli mami ke sath ab dekhna ye hai ki mama ko pata chalega ki nahi wese pihu apne pati se chupa kyu Rahi ye nahi smjha mujhe aisa to nahi ki bijan ko incest se problem hai ya pihu ko kisi Ghar ke mard se chudwane mein to fir secret kyu?

[Neelkantha]

Bhai ye kese mod pe chod ke chale gaye Ab confusion ho raha ladki nahi to ladka hai ya aurat
Sex scenes to zabardast thhe maza agya raju ne sari fantasy puri karli mami ke sath ab dekhna ye hai ki mama ko pata chalega ki nahi wese pihu apne pati se chupa kyu Rahi ye nahi smjha mujhe aisa to nahi ki bijan ko incest se problem hai ya pihu ko kisi Ghar ke mard se chudwane mein to fir secret kyu?

Asha karta hun ki aane wale bhagon me apko apke sare sawalon ke jawab mil jayegi. Abhi ke liye itna bata sakta hu ki aage dher sare surprise hai jo puri kahani ke mod ek chutki men badal sakti hai. To padhte rahiye.

[Pundit77]

Shubho Bijoya to Neelkantha and all others

[Neelkantha]

Shuvo Bijoya to all of my readers and their respective family members.

[Neelkantha]

Part 204 – Raju's Truth Shook Pihu To The Core

Pihu’s POV-

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I could no longer remain silent; looking directly at Raju, I blurted out. Raju looked back at me and said, “Mami (aunty), before you misunderstand me, I want to clarify one thing: what I meant was something else entirely, not what you are interpreting it to be.” His words left me even more bewildered. Now, in a voice tinged with annoyance, I demanded, “Tell me, what your meaning really is? Ever since you arrived, you’ve done nothing but speak in riddles. No more riddles now. Tell me clearly: what is the actual point you’re trying to make? My patience is wearing thin, Raju, I’m warning you!” Raju replied, “Mami, calm down. I won’t speak in riddles anymore. I won’t hide anything from you. Today, I’m going to tell you everything openly.” I said, “Fine. Tell me, what is it you’re trying to say?” Raju then began to explain himself: “The person I am currently in a relationship with isn’t a ‘girl.’ That doesn’t imply anything mysterious; rather, what I meant was simply that she isn’t a young girl, but actually a woman elder than me.” Having said this, Raju turned to look at me. He was likely trying to gauge from my expressions what kind of reaction, and how strong a reaction, I would have to the things he had just revealed. But for me, the situation remained exactly the same. Hearing what Raju had just said, I was left just as stunned as I had been before. My astonishment was identical, then, and now. After all, how could I possibly remain at ease knowing that Raju was involved with a woman elder than him? Upon hearing this, both my distress and my concern for him multiplied manifold in an instant. What on earth is Raju saying? Is he in his right mind? Or is he playing some kind of prank on me? You know, the kind of pranks people pull these days. If this truly is a joke or a prank, then there could be no joke more cruel or tasteless than this one. And if Raju is actually telling me the truth, then how could a boy as good, sensible, and level-headed as him do something like this? How could he possibly enter into a relationship with a woman who is older than him? And the biggest, most crucial question of all is: who exactly is this woman? Where did Raju meet her? How did their relationship begin? And do Raju’s parents know anything at all about this? Or am I the only person Raju has confided in regarding this truth of his so far? I have so many questions swirling in my mind. But unfortunately, I don’t have a single answer to any of them. Yet, I simply must find the answers to all these questions. I looked at Raju and said, "Raju, do you even realize what kind of nonsense you’ve been spouting all this time? Is this some kind of joke you’re playing on me? If it is, tell me right now; I’m warning you, I have absolutely no tolerance or liking for such tasteless jokes. Speak up, Raju! Say something! Don’t just stay silent. Hearing what you’ve said makes my heart sink. I’m terrified. Just say something! Why are you so quiet? Have you lost your mind?" I practically screamed the last part. Raju understood my state of mind. He said softly, "Mami, calm down first. Don't shout like that." I retorted, "And what am I supposed to do if I don't shout? Tell me, what should I do? You’re spouting such nonsensical things that I have no choice but to shout!" Raju spoke again in a calm voice, "Mami, just listen to me patiently first, listen to what I’m trying to tell you. The first thing is: I am not joking with you right now. Everything I’ve said to you previously, or am about to say now, is absolutely true. There isn't a single lie or joke involved." I asked in astonishment, "But how? Who is that woman? Where did you meet her? How long has all this been going on? And why haven't you told me about it until now?" Raju smiled slightly and said, "Oh my goodness, so many questions all at once!" I snapped angrily, "Raju, don't laugh. I’m not telling you a joke, so stop laughing like that. I’m serious about wanting to know all of this. Tell me everything." Raju replied, "Relax, Mami. Today, I’m going to open up and tell you everything. As for who that woman actually is, or where I first met her, and so on, I’ll tell you when the right time comes. For now, just listen to what I’m saying." I said, "You’re starting to speak in riddles again. I don't want to hear anything else. Just tell me everything straight." Raju said, "That is exactly what I’m doing, Mami. Just have a little patience. You will find out everything. I’ll tell you the whole story exactly as it happened." I said, "Alright then. From now on, I won't interrupt you, nor will I stop you from speaking. Just go ahead and tell me everything, exactly in the order that it happened. I will listen in silence." Raju said, "Alright, and now listen." And with that, Raju began to narrate his story to me: "It all started back when my college’s final exams had just concluded. I’ve already told you the first part of this story, how, one night, I unexpectedly ended up right outside my mom and dad’s bedroom while they were having sex, and how I overheard them talking to each other while they were doing it. Ever since then, night after night, I would stand outside their room and listen to them having sex. Consequently, an attraction began to grow within me toward women who were older than myself. I felt that no girl my own age would ever give me the time of day; however, I believed that older women would easily take me as their own. And the greatest example of that is you, Mami."
Having said this, he looked at me. Startled, I looked back at Raju, but I didn't say a word, for I wanted to hear the whole truth. After pausing for a moment, Raju resumed his story: “Mami, you already know how a college friend of mine dumped me. That experience drove me into a deep depression. And it was you who helped pull me out of it. However, that incident gave birth to a strange new feeling within me. I began to feel that no girl my own age would ever give me a chance, but that an older woman would accept me quite easily. I don't know if this line of thinking is right or wrong, but that is simply how I feel.” Saying this, Raju paused briefly once again before continuing his story: “Within a month or two of my college exams, the results were declared, and I passed with good grades. In accordance with our pre-arranged plan, Dad enrolled me in a large, renowned university located in a different state. I was now set to live and study at this university for the next three years. During these three years, I would only be able to visit home on rare occasions. I had never before been away from my home, or my parents, for such an extended period. For the first few months, I felt terribly homesick. But gradually, everything fell into place. I began to focus on my studies. Moreover, the facilities there were excellent, quite high-tech and sophisticated. Many students from abroad also came to this university to pursue their studies. The university provided separate hostels for its students, and those hostels offered a wide array of amenities, such as a gym, a canteen, and a community hall where movies were screened for the students, among other things. In essence, one could find every comfort and convenience right there on the premises; there was absolutely no need to step outside. These hostels were predominantly inhabited by students from foreign countries; all these facilities were provided with their specific needs in mind, though we, too, benefited from them. About a year passed in this manner. By then, I had fully integrated with the people there. I had made quite a few friends, buddies with whom I would both study and have a good time. There were absolutely no barriers between us; we shared everything with one another. I have no qualms about telling you this today, but back then, we friends would often gather at night to watch porn together. And it was through this that my addiction to porn began to resurface. In the room I occupied, there lived a guy named Alex. He, too, had come from abroad to live and study there. It was with him that I formed my closest and deepest friendship. He and I spent a great deal of time together. We also shared quite a few secrets with one another. It was through him that I first heard and learned about the term "Cougarism." Until then, I honestly knew absolutely nothing about it. It was from him that I discovered that, in Western countries, older women, specifically those aged at least 40, date, live in with, and even have sex with men who are 10, 15, or even 20 years younger than them. In those countries, these women are referred to as "MILFs." Alex was the one who provided me with all this information. But to tell you the truth, despite hearing all of this from him, I didn't actually believe what he said. I suspected that Alex was simply spinning a tall tale for my benefit. I thought, "That’s simply not possible." That was when Alex shared a story from his own life with me. Alex lives with his mother and his sister. His mother is divorced from his father. Following the divorce, Alex and his sister have been living with their mother. Alex is roughly the same age as I am, while his mother is over 40 years old. Up to this point, everything Alex had told me seemed perfectly normal. However, what he told me next was something I simply could not believe. Alex told me that his mother is quite beautiful and sexy in appearance. In the neighborhood where the three of them live, her beauty is a frequent topic of conversation. Since her divorce, his mother has also taken on a boyfriend, something considered quite common in that country. And as for Alex's mother's boyfriend? He is, at most, only a year or two older than Alex himself. Just think about it, Mami: Alex's mother is 40 years old, or perhaps even older, yet her boyfriend is roughly the same age as her own son. Alex's mother's boyfriend visits their home quite frequently. And, according to Alex, the two of them even have sex. Learning this felt not only strange to me but also surprising. What surprised me was the fact that Alex was telling me this in such a completely normal manner. In fact, when I didn't believe his account, he even showed me photographs of his mother and her boyfriend.”
Raju kept recounting all of this to me, and I simply continued to listen. Raju began speaking again: "It was only when Alex showed me those photographs that I finally believed his story. Astonished, I asked him if he, or his sister, had known about this matter beforehand. In response, Alex told me that both he and his sister had been aware of their mother's relationship right from day one. It was, in fact, their mother herself who had introduced her son and daughter to her boyfriend. Learning this left me even more astounded. I asked Alex: when he discovered that his mother was dating a guy his own age, and even engaging in sexual activity with him, didn't he feel any anger or resentment toward her? Hearing my question, Alex began to laugh. He shared a rather peculiar observation with me. Perhaps what he said sounded strange to my ears, yet deep down, there was undoubtedly a ring of truth to his words. He told me that the very concept of sexual intercourse, or 'sex', originated right here in our own country: India. India is the birthplace of the world's only comprehensive sex manual, known as the ‘Kama Sutra’ (or Kama Shastra). The Kama Sutra has been translated into virtually every language across the globe. And couples living in any corner of the world often draw their initial inspiration regarding sex from this very book. Yet, here in this country, India, sex is still regarded as nothing more than a taboo. People here neither speak openly about sex nor wish to do so. And that is precisely why there is such widespread ignorance regarding sex among the people of our nation. However, in countries outside of India, particularly in the West, the situation is the exact opposite. There, sex is not considered a taboo; rather, people embrace and enjoy it. Furthermore, they do not harbor any rigid or restrictive beliefs surrounding sex. Consequently, they maintain a completely open and uninhibited attitude toward it. I was absolutely shocked to learn, from Alex himself, that his mother was having an affair with a boy his own age; yet, Alex didn't seem the least bit fazed by it. This is because, in their country, such things are quite common. There, marriage or relationships are not viewed as lifelong bonds meant to last for eternity. Divorce and extramarital affairs are commonplace. Even within a marriage, it is not unusual for a husband or wife to have a lover on the side. In some instances, a husband and wife might even bring their respective boyfriends or girlfriends into the same house to meet, and even have sex, right under the same roof. In our countries, however, merely thinking about such things is considered a sin. Alex explained to me that "cougarism" is a widespread phenomenon in his country, where women aged 40 or older date, live with, or have sex with men half their age. Furthermore, the young men there tend to prefer older women over girls their own age. Alex even went so far as to tell me that he had actually witnessed his mother and her boyfriend having sex. Hearing this reminded me of my own experiences. After all, I had done something similar myself. True, I may not have seen my mom and dad having sex with my own eyes, but I certainly heard them. In fact, I received my very first lesson in sex from my mami, a woman who must have been at least ten or twelve years older than me. Like the men in Alex's country, I, too, prefer older women over girls my own age. When I mentioned this to Alex, he remarked that this is precisely what is known as "cougarism", a dynamic in which younger men are attracted to and find older women appealing. Although I didn't tell him everything, particularly the details regarding the relationship between you and me, I did mention that I had heard my mom and dad having sex. Upon hearing this, Alex asked me if I had actually seen them doing it; I replied that I hadn't. I told him that, to this day, I have never actually witnessed them having sex. Alex revealed that he has seen his mother having sex with her boyfriend, not just once, but many times. And he actually enjoys watching his mother getting fucked right before his very eyes. What’s more, his mother is fully aware that Alex watches her getting fucked, yet she doesn't mind it in the slightest. According to Alex, his mother even keeps her bedroom window open while having sex, specifically so that Alex can look inside. Now, I don't know how much truth there is to that claim. But hearing him talk about it sparked a desire in me, too, a craving to witness someone getting fucked right in front of me. Yes, I’ve fucked you plenty of times, Mami. But I still harbor a desire to watch someone else getting fucked with my own eyes. Anyway, after that entire conversation with Alex, one thought became firmly etched in my mind: that the significant woman in my life wouldn't be a girl my own age, but rather an older woman. Even then, I had no idea that this prediction would actually come true in my life. Raju paused after saying this. I asked him, "How did that happen?" Raju replied, "Let me tell you. First, let me mention that by then, I had already been living away from home for a year. And during that entire year, I had only managed to visit home once or twice at most. But after that year had passed, I had to go home. This was because Ani Mama was getting married. So, I took two weeks of leave and returned home. But how was I to know that upon returning there, my life was about to take a completely new turn? And that is the very story I am sharing with you today."
I said, “What exactly happened after you went back?” Raju said, “I’ll tell you. But before that, let me mention one thing: attending Ani Mama’s wedding actually turned out to be a blessing for me. It was there, after nearly a year had passed, that I met you. And it was there, too, that we had sex. It was right after that sexual encounter that a certain thought began to swirl in my mind once again: that the significant woman in my life would inevitably be an older woman. Anyway, once Ani Mama’s wedding was over, I returned to the university and began focusing on my studies. It was around that time that a specific incident occurred. At that time, the Head of our Department was a man named Ritesh Sir. He was a decent human being. However, having reached the age of sixty, he retired. And someone else arrived to take his place. The person who stepped into Ritesh Sir’s shoes was Rozina Madam. She must have been around forty-five years old. She was a rather strict woman. On her very first day, she informed us that, starting immediately, she herself would personally conduct various tests and assessments every week. And through these tests, she would determine which students were academically weak. Her arrival sent a ripple of apprehension, almost a sensation, throughout the entire department. Our teachers became more serious about their teaching, and we, too, became more serious about our studies. Rozina Madam is also quite beautiful in appearance. She is quite tall, and a little on the heavier side. She wears high-powered spectacles and always maintains a stern expression on her face. She invariably comes to the university dressed in a saree. To this day, I have never seen her at the university wearing anything other than a saree. Her intimidating presence began to be felt beyond just academics. Our university is co-educational, meaning boys and girls study together. Typically, they sit together in class. This had been the norm even during Ritesh Sir’s tenure. However, with Rozina Madam’s arrival, this rule underwent a drastic change. The moment she took charge, she segregated the seating arrangements for boys and girls. That is to say, in the classroom, the boys would sit on one side, and all the girls would sit on the other. Forget about the classroom, under her regime, no boy and girl were even allowed to speak to one another in any corner of the entire department. It was such situation that if Rozina Madam happened to spot a boy and a girl talking to each other, she would reprimand them. It went so far that even in the library or the lab, a boy and a girl could not form a study group together. Consequently, a sense of resentment began to brew among all the students. Rumors started circulating that Rozina Madam was divorced, and that this was the reason behind her erratic behavior; she harbored an intense aversion to romance. Since she had failed to find love in her personal life, her husband having divorced and abandoned her, she was now taking out her vengeance on her students. It was also rumored that she had previously requested transfers from two or three other institutions. She could never seem to last more than a year or two at any single place. Due to complaints lodged by students at those previous locations, she would either be transferred out or would request a transfer herself. Everyone began to predict that she wouldn't last more than a year here, either. Yet, despite all this, her reign of terror continued unabated throughout the entire department. Let alone the students, even the teachers were unable to speak freely in her presence. The most daunting aspect was that she administered tests to all the students every single week, and she would announce the results the following week. Any student who scored poorly or failed these tests would be summoned to her cabin and subjected to a severe scolding. She even went so far as to threaten them with calls to their guardians. Suddenly, Rozina Madam’s dark shadow loomed over the entire department. Previously, we used to share laughter and banter within the department, alongside our studies; but now, all of that had ceased. We lived in constant dread, wondering which unfortunate student would be fated to face her wrath that week. This atmosphere of fear soon began to take a toll on our academic performance as well. Every week, without fail, some student or another would perform poorly on a test and end up getting scolded. I, too, began to feel the mounting tension. Consequently, I pushed everything else aside and focused my attention solely, and exclusively, on my studies. Under any circumstances, I certainly didn't want to face her scolding. However, my results in the weekly tests began to consistently hover around average, neither particularly good nor bad, but somewhere in the middle. I wasn't exactly thrilled with my marks, either. Madam herself used to grade the test papers. It felt to me as though she was deliberately scrutinizing the papers with excessive strictness when assigning marks. Subjects in which I had previously scored well were now yielding only average grades. Every week, I would study diligently and sit for the tests; yet, my marks never seemed to improve. During this period, one week, I received a summons to Rozina Madam's cabin. Classes had already ended for the day, and I was just about to leave the department when the peon stopped me to say that Rozina Madam wanted to see me in her cabin. Hearing this, I felt a mix of shock and fear. This was because, most of the time, Madam would conduct tests on Saturdays and summon students to her cabin on Mondays, usually to reprimand them. But that day was not a Monday. Furthermore, she rarely called any student to her cabin right in the middle of the week like this. Yet, on this particular day, she had summoned me. I even asked the peon if he hadn't made a mistake. The peon, however, assured me that he had made no error whatsoever; Madam had specifically given him my name and roll number, and she wanted to see me in her cabin immediately. With my heart pounding in my chest, I made my way toward Rozina Madam's cabin. I knew, with absolute certainty, that my moment of reckoning had finally arrived. (Contd.)

[Next Update is on Tuesday (27.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

Don't Know the reason, but every time I am going to post anything, it restrict me to post anything. Showing some error. Even Can't edit and update the index as well. Don't know what is the cause, and how long this will continue. Don't even know if I can post in future as well. But I will try my best to post as long as I am permitted to do so. But if I can't post any longer in future, please forgive me. And if any one know the reason and how to resolve this, please help me. Thanks in advance ~ Neelkantha

[rajeev13]

Shuvo Bijoya to all of my readers and their respective family members.

Same to you brother also for Diwali, Sorry I was ill !

[rajeev13]

Don't Know the reason, but every time I am going to post anything, it restrict me to post anything. Showing some error. Even Can't edit and update the index as well. Don't know what is the cause, and how long this will continue. Don't even know if I can post in future as well. But I will try my best to post as long as I am permitted to do so. But if I can't post any longer in future, please forgive me. And if any one know the reason and how to resolve this, please help me. Thanks in advance ~ Neelkantha

Use quick reply right now, There's some issue going on!

[sarit11]

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my dear friend

use "Quick Reply" Box

server side problem , taking time to resolve

until the problem is solved use it

[Neelkantha]

I am using quick reply option right now. Hope the problem will resolve soon.

[ananth1986]

Happy that Raju is not a gay.
Rozina madam used him.
So only he wants aunties not girls.....
Nice of you

[Neelkantha]

Yeah, that's great for him. Let's see what happens next

[Neelkantha]

Part 205 – Next Part Of Raju's Story

Pihu’s POV-

I was listening intently to every single word Raju spoke. As soon as Raju paused for a moment, I asked him, "Raju, you must be tired from all that talking. Would you like some water? Tell me the rest of the story after you’ve had a drink." Raju replied, "Alright." I got up from the bed, went to the kitchen, fetched a glass of water for Raju, and handed it to him. Raju took the glass from my hand and drank the water. After he handed the glass back to me, I returned it to the kitchen. Then, coming back into the bedroom, I lay down beside Raju. I said to him, "So, go on, did you go to your Madam's cabin?" Raju replied, "I had no choice but to go. Because if Madam calls and I don't show up, I’d be in for a world of trouble. Terrified as I was, I made my way to Madam's cabin. It was already after closing time. Most of the students, teachers, and other staff members had already gone home. I had heard that Madam often stays late to work, and usually all alone, too. There’s just a watchman on the premises. Anyway, I stood outside her cabin and knocked on the door. From inside, I heard Rozina madam’s deep voice say, 'Come in.' Praying to God, I stepped inside her cabin. The room was quite spacious. Right at the back of the room stood a large table, and in front of it were arranged about twenty or twenty-five chairs. Madam was seated in a revolving chair behind that table. Leaning over the table, she was busy working on her laptop. As I entered the cabin, she glanced at me once and gestured for me to come closer. With trembling legs, I somehow managed to walk forward and stood before her table. This time, Madam didn't lift her eyes from her laptop. Still working away, she gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs placed in front of her table. I somehow managed to sit down. And then, I just sat there. For the next 20 minutes, Madam neither looked at me nor spoke a single word to me. She simply continued working on her laptop. At one point, I felt as though she might have completely forgotten that I, too, was present in the cabin with her. To remind her of my presence, I thought about giving a slight cough. However, when I attempted to cough, I discovered that my throat had gone completely dry; not a single sound escaped it. Once again, I sat there in that chair, feeling like an utter fool, while Madam continued with her work. I had heard that this was uncharacteristic of Madam; she is known to be extremely punctual. She avoids doing anything that would result in a waste of either her own time or anyone else's. In fact, even when she summons any students to her cabin to reprimand them, she scolds them as quickly as possible and sends them back to their respective classes so that their time isn't wasted. But my situation was different. I had now been sitting there for over half an hour, yet during that entire time, neither Madam nor I had uttered a single word. There was absolute, pin-drop silence in the whole cabin. The only intermittent sounds were the faint hum of the wall-mounted air conditioner, the monotonous ticking of the wall clock and the rhythmic clicking of Madam’s fingers typing on her laptop keyboard. Aside from these three sounds, there was no other sound to be heard anywhere in the cabin. Sitting there like that, I began to feel bored. It started to feel as though Madam was testing my patience, seeing just how long I could endure sitting there in silence. I felt that if I were to say or do anything, I would surely get scolded. Consequently, I remained seated there quietly, neither speaking nor making a move. A little more time passed in this manner. By now, I had been sitting there for nearly 45 minutes. I glanced at the wall and saw that it was approaching 6:00 PM, and I had no idea how much longer I would have to sit there idly. While I don't inherently mind sitting around like this, there was one other complication: the warden of the hostel where I live is a man named Sukhvir. He was a burly, 50-year-old Punjabi Jatt (a traditional community based in Punjab) man. I have never in my life encountered anyone as obstinate as him. That man would have the hostel gates locked shut after 7:00 PM. Thereafter, the gates would not reopen until 6:00 AM the following morning at any cost. Furthermore, if any student failed to return to the hostel before 7:00 PM, they would be denied entry altogether. And, as if that weren't enough, a formal complaint regarding the student would be lodged with the university authorities. Because of this strict rule, no student ever dared to return to the hostel after 7:00 PM. Every single student would make sure to reach the hostel before the clock struck seven in the evening. For no matter how much one pleaded or begged after that time, the hostel doors simply would not open before 6:00 AM the next morning. And since the students inside the hostel had access to every necessary amenity, no one ever had any reason to remain outside after 7:00 PM. But today, as luck would have it, or rather, my misfortune, I faced a double whammy: not only was I bound to face a scolding from Madam, but if I arrived late, I would be denied entry into the hostel. That prospect was even worse than Madam’s scolding; for if I failed to gain entry, I would be forced to spend the entire night out in the open, perhaps on the roadside or at a bus stand. Nothing could be worse than that. I was deeply immersed in these anxious thoughts when, suddenly, I heard a loud, sharp bang noise. Startled, I looked up and glanced ahead. I saw that Madam was looking directly at me, and as she did so, she was pounding her hand against the table, creating a loud, jarring bang sound. The moment I looked up at her in surprise, she stopped banging on the table. Trembling with apprehension, I continued to gaze at her.”

“Madam looked at me and said, ‘Were you asleep? I’ve been calling you for ages.’ I (Raju) replied fearfully, ‘Sorry, Madam; I was thinking about something else. My attention wasn’t on you.’ Picking up the intercom from her desk, Madam remarked, ‘That is your real problem. You think too much.’ Saying this, she spoke into the intercom: ‘Send two cups of tea to my cabin right away. And tell my driver to go home. I’ll be leaving late today, so I’ll drive myself. Oh, and tell him to leave the car keys with the watchman before he goes.’ Having said this, she hung up the intercom. Madam had asked for two cups of tea. She had also mentioned that she would be leaving late today. This meant that today, my troubles were truly about to begin, from both sides. There was Madam, of course, but then Sukhvir would be waiting to give me a hard time back at the hostel. For a moment, I thought about calling the hostel to let them know that I was currently in Madam’s cabin at her behest and that I would be late getting back. However, I couldn’t muster the courage to do such a thing right in front of Madam. My luck had truly run out today. After putting down the intercom, Madam looked at me again and said, ‘You were thinking about something again, weren’t you? Tell me, what was on your mind?’ At that point, I decided to tell her the whole truth. I said, ‘Actually, Madam, it’s already six o’clock.’ Madam raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, ‘So? What’s the big deal if it’s six o’clock?’ I replied, ‘The hostel where I live closes its gates at 7:00 PM. After that, no student is allowed to enter. That is what I was thinking about.’ Hearing this, Madam leaned back in her chair, resting her back against the rest, and settled in more comfortably. Then, looking at me, she said calmly, ‘Don’t worry. On my way home, I’ll drop you off at your hostel myself. Seeing me, perhaps the people will allow you inside. Stop worrying about that for now. I’ve called you here to discuss something else, something even more important than that. Do you understand?’ I said nothing more; I simply nodded. Madam was just about to say something else when there was a knock on her cabin door. Madam called out, ‘Come in.’ At that very moment, the peon entered carrying a tray with two cups of tea. He placed the two cups on the table and was just turning to leave when I stopped him and asked, ‘Could I get a glass of water? My water bottle is empty, and I’m thirsty.’ The peon nodded and left. A short while later, he returned with a glass of water, handed it to me, and departed. I drank the water. Madam said, ‘Finish your tea first. Then we’ll get down to business.’ With some trepidation, I picked up the teacup and began to sip. Madam was sipping in her tea as well, but her gaze remained fixed upon me the entire time. She kept watching me intently. Then, while sipping her tea, she began asking me questions about myself, where I was from, who was in my family, how I had fared in my studies previously, what my results were like in the 10th and 12th grades and in college, what my future aspirations were, and so on. I answered every single question she asked with precision. While conversing with me, Madam did not appear angry in the slightest. In fact, ever since I had entered this cabin, not once did I feel that she was upset with me or that she had summoned me here merely to scold me. I felt that she hadn't called me here to reprimand me, but rather to discuss something entirely different. Once we had finished our tea, Madam’s demeanor turned slightly serious again. She leaned forward in her seat, then reached over to the side of the table, retrieved a few files, and placed them on the tabletop. She opened each file and slid them across toward me. I saw that they contained papers related to my previous tests and assessments. I was still looking them over when Madam asked me, ‘Do you understand anything by looking at these?’ Without saying a word, I simply looked up at her. Madam then picking up two files herself, she said, ‘This is your file from last year, and this one is from this year. These two files contain every single test paper you’ve submitted. After tallying them carefully, I’ve come to feel that your mind has drifted a bit away from your studies. Hasn’t it?’ Now, what could I possibly say in response? I certainly couldn’t tell her that my poor results were entirely due to the fear and dread she instilled in me. If I were to say something like that, I’d be in deep trouble, she might even have me thrown out of the place. So, I simply said, ‘No, Madam, that’s not the case at all.’ Looking at me over the rim of her glasses, Madam replied, ‘If that’s not the case, then what is this? And why is it happening? Last year, every single one of your results was absolutely top-notch; why, then, are you consistently performing so poorly this year? Look here, see what you were supposed to write as the answer to this question versus what you actually wrote. You’ve made silly mistakes just like this in every single test you’ve taken this year. And what I simply cannot understand is: why? If you were weak in your studies, you would have been weak from the very beginning. It’s not possible, is it, for you to suddenly become weak in your studies overnight? If that is the case, then I need to know the reason behind it. Only then can we find a solution. Right? So, if you have anything at all to tell me regarding this, speak up freely, without any fear or hesitation. Because I absolutely do not want a promising student like you to end up being nothing more than just average.’ Having said this, she looked at me and waited for my response.”

“But at that moment, I had no answer to offer her. I simply couldn't figure out what to say. In truth, there really wasn't any specific reason I could share with her. Seeing my silence, Madam spoke up again, ‘You went home a few months ago, didn't you?’ I nodded and replied, ‘Yes, it was my maternal uncle’s wedding.’ Madam continued, ‘All your troubles seem to have started right after you returned from your uncle’s wedding. Since then, you’ve started performing poorly in all your tests and exams. Why is that? Did something happen at the wedding that caused your focus to shift away from your studies?’ The moment I heard Madam say this, thoughts of you (Pihu) immediately flooded my mind, specifically, the memory of our sexual encounter during Ani mama’s wedding. But obviously, I couldn't tell her about that! So, I said, ‘Nothing of the sort happened, Madam. Everything was perfectly normal.’ Madam looked at me and asked, ‘Do you take private tuition anywhere?’ I replied, ‘No. What the teachers here teach is sufficient for me. I haven't felt the need to take separate tuition. Although, I do occasionally use the internet for help.’ Hearing this, Madam shook her head and said, ‘No, that won't do. I think you need a tutor, someone who can guide you properly.’ I argued, ‘But Madam, the mid-term session is currently underway. At this time of year, every tuition batch is bound to be full. Besides, no private tutor would be willing to take on a new student in the middle of the academic year. So, what am I supposed to do?’ Hearing my point, Madam fell deep in thought for a moment. Then she asked, ‘Yes, you’re right about that. Well, couldn't one of the teachers from our own department tutor you?’ I replied, ‘Actually, none of our teachers offer private tuition. And even if they did, I’m not sure if any of them would be willing to tutor me individually.’ Madam then leaned back in her chair once again. She said, ‘In that case, things have become a bit difficult.’ I replied, ‘Madam, couldn't you just help me out yourself? If you put in a word, any teacher would be willing to tutor me.’ Madam said, ‘I could certainly ask. But I can't force anyone to do so. I asked, ‘Then what am I supposed to do?’ Looking directly at me now, Madam said, ‘There is one way I can help you.’ I asked, ‘What is it?’ Madam replied, ‘Instead of asking someone else, I could tutor you myself, if you wish.’ I liked the proposal of her very much. I said, ‘If you were to tutor me personally, nothing could be better! I am absolutely ready to study under your guidance.’ Interrupting me, Madam said, ‘Wait. Listen to everything I have to say first.’ Upon hearing this, I looked at her expectantly. Madam continued, ‘Look, I don't usually provide private tuition to anyone. However, you struck me as a bright and promising student; that is the sole reason I’ve decided to tutor you, specifically to help you out. And in return, I won't charge you a single penny. But, and this is crucial, if word gets out that I am tutoring you for free, every other student will insist on studying with me as well. And I wouldn't be able to turn them down, either; because, in my eyes, every single one of my students is equal. I cannot extend special favors to just one of them. That is why I am telling you: you must not mention to anyone that you are receiving private tuition from me. Do you understand?’ I immediately nodded and replied, ‘I understand completely, Madam. Please don't worry; I won't let a single soul get even the slightest inkling of this.’ Hearing my assurance, Madam smiled and said, ‘Good! Now, listen. I won't be able to tutor you in the mornings. I can only teach you in the evenings. You don't have any problem with that, do you?’ I replied, ‘Madam, honestly speaking, I don't have any problem with that at all, but I did mention to you...’ I explained to her, ‘The doors to our hostel are locked at 7:00 PM sharp. After that time, no one is permitted to leave the premises. Given this situation, how am I supposed to come to you for my studies at night?’ Upon hearing this, Madam paused to think for a moment, then asked, ‘Who is your hostel warden?’ I replied, Mr. Sukhvir, Madam.’ As soon as she heard the name, Madam began typing something on her laptop again. She then took a printout, signed it, and affixed her official stamp. She placed the document inside an envelope and wrote Sukhvir's name on the front. Handing the envelope to me, she said, ‘Give this envelope to your warden today itself. I have outlined everything inside. I hope you won't face any further difficulties from now on. I will also send you my home address via WhatsApp; you can arrive tomorrow evening after 7:00 PM. Well, let's wrap things up for today. I'll drop you off at your hostel.’ Saying this, Madam stood up. I rose as well. I was overjoyed that, starting tomorrow, Madam herself would be personally tutoring me. Furthermore, after spending so much time talking with her, I had come to a realization: she wears a facade of feigned arrogance, a mere disguise, so that her students remain intimidated by her. Yet, in reality, she possesses a very gentle heart. Had that not been the case, she would not have taken the initiative to concern herself with my situation, summoned me to her cabin, discussed my specific difficulties with me, and devised a solution to resolve them. I was truly delighted to have had this conversation with her.”

“That evening, Madam herself drove me all the way back to the hostel. Upon seeing me step out of her car, the watchman promptly opened the gate. Before I went inside, Madam cautioned me once again not to mention this to anyone and to hand her letter over to Sukhvir. As soon as I entered the hostel, I went straight to Sukhvir and gave him the letter Madam had written. After reading it, Sukhvir cast a surprised glance in my direction, though he didn't say much else. He simply told me that he would inform the watchman that, starting tomorrow, I was permitted to stay out of the hostel until late at night. No matter how late I returned, I was to be allowed inside; the hostel's 7 PM rule would not apply to me. Hearing this filled me with delight. I felt an urge to tell Alex about it. For one thing, since he didn't study in my department, there seemed to be no harm in confiding in him. The second reason was that I knew I wouldn't find any peace of mind until I had shared this news with him. Yet, despite all this, I decided not to tell him. The reasoning was that, even though Alex wasn't in my department, if word somehow got out through him, I would find myself in deep trouble. Weighing these consequences, I chose to remain silent. However, there was another complication. If I were to go to Madam's place in the evenings for tutoring, as was now the plan, I would obviously be returning late; this could arouse suspicion among the other students, who might wonder where I was coming from at such a late hour. I needed to have a plausible explanation ready in advance. Staying awake late into the night, I racked my brains and concocted a story. According to this narrative, in light of my poor academic results, Rozina Madam had personally arranged for me to enroll in a private tutoring program. Furthermore, it was at her specific request that I had been granted permission to remain outside the hostel until late at night. This story, I reasoned, would serve its purpose perfectly, solving the problem without creating any further complications. And so, with that thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep that night. The very next day, I received a message on my WhatsApp. I checked it and saw that, Rozina Ma'am had sent me her home address, where I was scheduled to arrive today at 7:00 PM. Just then, I received a call from Rozina Ma'am. When I answered, she said, ‘Listen, today is your first day of tutoring with me, so you will come to my house with me today. Starting tomorrow, you can make your own way there. Understood?’ I replied, ‘Alright. I’ll be waiting for you outside the university.’ Saying, ‘Okay,’ she hung up the call. Once my classes were over, I went outside the university and began waiting for her. Our classes usually ended by 5:00 PM. After waiting for about an hour, I spotted Ma'am's car approaching the university entrance. The previous night, she herself had driven me all the way to my hostel. I had assumed that today her driver would be behind the wheel. However, when her car pulled up right in front of me, I saw that she was driving it herself once again. Just as I had done the day before, I started to head toward the back seat to sit down, but she stopped me and said, ‘Not in the back. Come and sit in the front seat today. We can chat on the way there. My house is only half an hour away from here.’ Taking her advice, I got into the front passenger seat of her car. She then set off toward her home. After driving for about fifteen minutes, Ma'am pulled the car over at a restaurant. Leaving me seated in the car, she went inside the restaurant herself. About five minutes later, when she emerged, she was carrying a rather large package in her hands. It likely contained some food items. She placed the package on the back seat, got into the driver's seat, and said, ‘Since this is your first time visiting my home, I picked up some snacks and such. Generally, I don't care for fast food myself, but thanks to you, I get to have a 'cheat meal' today.’ With that, she started the car and turned it once again toward her home. After another journey of roughly fifteen minutes, the car came to a halt in the parking lot of a large apartment complex. I noticed that this apartment complex was a multi-story building. This meant that Madam lived in one of the flats within this very building. After parking the car in the lot, Madam stepped out herself and asked me to get out as well. She also instructed me to bring the food packet along with me. I retrieved the food packet from the back seat of the car. After locking the car, Madam asked me to follow her. I walked behind her and entered the apartment complex. She first approached the building's watchman, pointed me out, and said, ‘This boy will be coming to my flat every evening starting today to study. Take a good look at him, and let him in daily.’ Upon hearing Madam's instructions, the watchman nodded and asked me to sign a large register. I did so. Then, both of us headed toward the elevator. Once inside the elevator, Madam said, ‘I live on the ninth floor. My flat number is 914. Just come directly there.’ We took the elevator up to the ninth floor. From there, Madam led me toward her flat, which was locked from the outside. Madam unlocked her flat, stepped inside first, and then invited me in. As soon as I entered her flat, she closed the door from the inside.” (Contd.)

[Next Update is on Thursday (29.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Neelkantha]

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[ananth1986]

Will Rozina mam teach him the continuation of lessons
taught by Pihu?

[rajeev13]

Happy that Raju is not a gay.
Rozina madam used him.
So only he wants aunties not girls.....
Nice of you

I was worried too, hoping he wouldn’t turn out to be gay. What a HUGE relief!

[Neelkantha]

ananth1986 ~Would Rozina madam teach Raju or the vice versa?? that is the real question I presume.