04-01-2025, 03:39 PM
Ab aage
I still have hope."
"Hope! What hope is left? Look around. Humans no longer act on their incestuous desires as they once did. Everything is taboo for them now. It's over Urmi. Accept it."
Urmi was well aware of Chandrika's frustrations. Every time a member of an incestuous couple died, Urmi would hear these angry outbursts from her. They missed the old days when humans were more expressive with their sexual desires, sans boundaries.
Chandrika calmed down and said, "I am going home, Urmi. I urge you to come with me."
"I can't. I have to try."
Chandrika nodded as if she expected this reply. "Farewell then, old friend." She embraced Urmi. "Until we meet again."
Urmi watched as Chandrika's essence started sparkling and disintegrating in the air with the last rays of the setting sun. Within few moments, her last friend disappeared from the mortal world. Urmi stood alone near the stream, contemplating her next move.
Year 1914 - The village of Vrindavan, Western Ghats, India.
The collective mood in the council meeting was gloomy. All five members sat on the floor in a circle with somber expressions on their faces.
"What about the other crops? Can we save them?" asked Shakuntala. She was 40 years old and a teacher at the gurukul.
"I have no answers at this point," said Sharad. He was 45 years old and an experienced farmer, who also dabbled in botanical studies. He assisted other farmers in the village with fertilizers, pest control and better cultivation methods. "Could be some new type of pest we've never dealt with before. But I can't see the actual pest itself, only the symptoms and the damage."
Sharad had just come back from visiting farmer Jayant's farm on the outskirts of the village. The plants had decayed suddenly in a matter of days without any apparent reason. The entire crop in the farm had been destroyed and the disease was spreading quickly to the other farms. The farmers had called upon the village council to assess the situation and suggest a solution.
Shakuntala looked at Acharya and Yashoda who were deep in thought. The 75-year-old man was the head of the council and ran the gurukul with his 70-year-old wife. In addition to being the village college, the gurukul also served as the council's office.
"See if you can find some cure for this new pest. Losing entire crops like this is disastrous," said Acharya.
"Yes sir. I am already on it," said Sharad.
"What else do we have on the agenda?" asked Yashoda.
"I have another troubling matter to report," said Omkar. He was 46 years old and served as the village doctor. "When I visited Jayant's farm earlier today with Sharad, I noticed the farmer looked unwell. I went with him to his house and checked him and family. They all seem to be afflicted with some strange ailment. I pray it's not some kind of plague. I have given them medications for now but will monitor them regularly."
"Our village in secluded and cut off from rest of the world. Getting help from the villages on the other side of the mountains would be difficult," remarked Yashoda
Shakuntala looked at the idol in the corner of the room. Oh, Lord Ganesha, what's happening?
***
The events discussed in the council meeting still weighed heavily on Shakuntala's mind the next morning. Her reverie was broken by a sudden splash of water on her face. She recoiled with the sensation and heard laughter from her friends.
It was early morning and she was in the waterfall, bathing with her friends. Omkar's wife, Rukmini, was 42 years old and a fellow teacher at the gurukul. Sharad's wife, Narmada, was 39 and a home-maker. They were her closest friends and confidant.
The three friends, along with other women, bathed together every morning in the small waterfall upstream of the river which flowed beside the village. The spot was secluded and offered the women much needed privacy and an avenue for womanly conversations and gossip.
The women were mostly unclothed except for a strip of cloth tied around their chest, covering their breasts and a loincloth covering their nether regions. The three friends were of the same wheatish complexion and had long hairs, but their body types were very different from each other.
Shakuntala had an average height and medium build, like most women in the village. Her round breasts were just the right size and sat firmly on her chest without any sag. Rukmini was the thinnest of the three and the tallest woman in the village. She had smaller breasts which didn't jut out too much from her chest. Narmada was a bit shorter than Shakuntala, a bit more voluptuous and curvier, with breasts larger than the other two women.
"Daydreaming already, Shaku?" asked Rukmini, laughing after having splashed water on her.
"It's nothing. Was just thinking about the meeting we had yesterday."
"Yeah, Sharad told me about it. Really worrying. He left today at daybreak to collect herbs from the forest for the pesticide," said Narmada.
"Everything will be fine, girls! Stop worrying. Come closer, I want to share something interesting with you," said Rukmini.
Shakuntala waded through the shallow water and the three friends converged, away from the other village women.
"Lately, Angad has been behaving strangely around me. Have you noticed anything strange with Sanket and Vatsal?" asked Rukmini.
Shakuntala's son, Sanket, Rukmini's son Angad and Narmada's son Vatsal were best friends, like their mothers. The three boys were all 18 years old and inseparable.
"What kind of strange?" asked Shakuntala.
"He's been trying to spy on me and Pushpa whenever we change our clothes. Omkar told me that he caught Angad the other day." Pushpa was Rukmini's 20-year-old daughter.
"I am not sure if Vatsal's done something like that. You know how shy he is, more reserved than the other boys," said Narmada.
Shakuntala looked at Narmada and said, "Well, I am not sure about spying, but Sanket's been ogling at me since last few weeks. I feel weirdly conscious under his stare. It's like he's seeing me for the first time."
Rukmini giggled.
"How can you find this funny? What did Omkar say?" asked Shakuntala
"He said it's fairly common for young boys to be interested in the female body; even that of their mothers or sisters. We did speak to Angad on how inappropriate this is. I don't think he's spied on us ever since. But now, he's started being physically affectionate with me."
"How so?" asked Narmada.
"Well, mostly hugs and kisses. He tried the same with Pushpa too, but she kicked his posterior!" said Rukmini, laughing. She then lowered her voice conspiratorially and said, "But I let him. And, I might've even overlooked a few quick feels he's had of my breasts!"
Rukmini laughed, watching the look of shock on her friends' faces. "Oh, come on! It's just a bit of fun. I am sure it's only a passing phase; until he starts getting interested in girls his age."
***
Within the next 3 months, the sickness of the plants spread, destroying other crops, fruits and vegetables in the village. Nothing Sharad did, was able to stop the plants from dying. Even the bigger trees started showing early signs of decay.
Farmer Jayant succumbed to his illness. His family followed, few days later. Whatever new disease had afflicted them, spread across the village, leaving few dead or dying. There was no recovering from it. Once someone was afflicted, it was just a matter of time until their demise. The symptoms of the disease varied for different patients, which perplexed Omkar and made it difficult to find a cure.
The village council met regularly to assess the situation. Having exhausted all options, they finally decided to consult with the wise sages and scholars who lived in the nearby mountains.
The five council members journeyed to the mountains and met Maharishi Vedant. The Maharishi was a 90-year-old sage and considered to be the wisest and most learned among them. They discussed at length about the troubles of the village. The Maharishi asked his disciples to assist Sharad and Omkar in finding a cure for the diseases afflicting the plants and the villagers. He suggested the council to arrange for a yagna to be performed in the village, requesting divine intervention and help from the deities.
On the next auspicious date, the Maharishi and his disciples arrived in the village for the yagna. In the open space, next to the village temple, they lit a large ceremonial sacred fire. They chanted powerful mantras from the religious texts, the Vedas and the Upanishads. All villagers, who were still in good health, gathered around the fire, hands folded in prayer. The sages offered oblations and libations of ghee and coconut into the sacred fire as offerings to the deities and other celestial divinities; invoking them and appealing for their help.
***
Shakuntala felt the pleasure coursing through her pussy. She was lying on the ground, over soft grass, underneath a tree.
She felt stuffed, a long, thick cock filling her and thrusting into her again and again. She writhed with passion and touched the chest of the man. Never had her husband's cock brought her such pleasures before.
She placed her hands on the tree trunk and felt a vast consciousness touching her mind, opening up her senses. She heard a female voice in her head. "Help me help you."
She opened her eyes and saw her son's lust filled face looking back as he made sweet love to her.
Shakuntala jolted and sat up. It was the middle of the night. She was on her bed, with her husband, Jaidev, fast asleep next to her. Oh! Thank Lord Ganesha! It was just a dream. A very strange, disturbing, but erotic dream. She felt her pussy with her fingers; it was soaking wet. She eyed her sleeping husband longingly. It had been a while since they had made love.
It had been a long and tiring day for all of them due to the yagna. She got up from her bed and peered into her son's room. Sanket was asleep on his bed wearing only his loincloth. She knew he slept bare bodied due to the summer heat. A small oil lamp burned dimly in his room providing faint illumination. As she stared at his sleeping form, she realized how much her son had grown.
He was no longer the scrawny little kid he was, few years ago. He had grown taller and slightly muscular in the last year, with all the trekking and rock-climbing he did with his friends, Angad and Vatsal. With changes in his physique, he had also found a new confidence in displaying physical affection towards her.
Just like Rukmini had mentioned about Angad; Sanket too had been getting more physically affectionate with her. He regularly kissed her cheeks and hugged her, sometimes from behind; his hands on the bare skin of her waist above her saree. Though she didn't encourage those actions, she also never rebuked him for the same. She felt that maybe some part of her subconscious mind enjoyed her son's attention; something she no longer received from her husband as often as she would have liked.
But never before had she actively thought of her son in a sexual manner. And never before had she seen such a vivid and erotic dream about him. Perplexed and tired, she got back to sleep wondering about that strange female voice she'd heard.
I still have hope."
"Hope! What hope is left? Look around. Humans no longer act on their incestuous desires as they once did. Everything is taboo for them now. It's over Urmi. Accept it."
Urmi was well aware of Chandrika's frustrations. Every time a member of an incestuous couple died, Urmi would hear these angry outbursts from her. They missed the old days when humans were more expressive with their sexual desires, sans boundaries.
Chandrika calmed down and said, "I am going home, Urmi. I urge you to come with me."
"I can't. I have to try."
Chandrika nodded as if she expected this reply. "Farewell then, old friend." She embraced Urmi. "Until we meet again."
Urmi watched as Chandrika's essence started sparkling and disintegrating in the air with the last rays of the setting sun. Within few moments, her last friend disappeared from the mortal world. Urmi stood alone near the stream, contemplating her next move.
Year 1914 - The village of Vrindavan, Western Ghats, India.
The collective mood in the council meeting was gloomy. All five members sat on the floor in a circle with somber expressions on their faces.
"What about the other crops? Can we save them?" asked Shakuntala. She was 40 years old and a teacher at the gurukul.
"I have no answers at this point," said Sharad. He was 45 years old and an experienced farmer, who also dabbled in botanical studies. He assisted other farmers in the village with fertilizers, pest control and better cultivation methods. "Could be some new type of pest we've never dealt with before. But I can't see the actual pest itself, only the symptoms and the damage."
Sharad had just come back from visiting farmer Jayant's farm on the outskirts of the village. The plants had decayed suddenly in a matter of days without any apparent reason. The entire crop in the farm had been destroyed and the disease was spreading quickly to the other farms. The farmers had called upon the village council to assess the situation and suggest a solution.
Shakuntala looked at Acharya and Yashoda who were deep in thought. The 75-year-old man was the head of the council and ran the gurukul with his 70-year-old wife. In addition to being the village college, the gurukul also served as the council's office.
"See if you can find some cure for this new pest. Losing entire crops like this is disastrous," said Acharya.
"Yes sir. I am already on it," said Sharad.
"What else do we have on the agenda?" asked Yashoda.
"I have another troubling matter to report," said Omkar. He was 46 years old and served as the village doctor. "When I visited Jayant's farm earlier today with Sharad, I noticed the farmer looked unwell. I went with him to his house and checked him and family. They all seem to be afflicted with some strange ailment. I pray it's not some kind of plague. I have given them medications for now but will monitor them regularly."
"Our village in secluded and cut off from rest of the world. Getting help from the villages on the other side of the mountains would be difficult," remarked Yashoda
Shakuntala looked at the idol in the corner of the room. Oh, Lord Ganesha, what's happening?
***
The events discussed in the council meeting still weighed heavily on Shakuntala's mind the next morning. Her reverie was broken by a sudden splash of water on her face. She recoiled with the sensation and heard laughter from her friends.
It was early morning and she was in the waterfall, bathing with her friends. Omkar's wife, Rukmini, was 42 years old and a fellow teacher at the gurukul. Sharad's wife, Narmada, was 39 and a home-maker. They were her closest friends and confidant.
The three friends, along with other women, bathed together every morning in the small waterfall upstream of the river which flowed beside the village. The spot was secluded and offered the women much needed privacy and an avenue for womanly conversations and gossip.
The women were mostly unclothed except for a strip of cloth tied around their chest, covering their breasts and a loincloth covering their nether regions. The three friends were of the same wheatish complexion and had long hairs, but their body types were very different from each other.
Shakuntala had an average height and medium build, like most women in the village. Her round breasts were just the right size and sat firmly on her chest without any sag. Rukmini was the thinnest of the three and the tallest woman in the village. She had smaller breasts which didn't jut out too much from her chest. Narmada was a bit shorter than Shakuntala, a bit more voluptuous and curvier, with breasts larger than the other two women.
"Daydreaming already, Shaku?" asked Rukmini, laughing after having splashed water on her.
"It's nothing. Was just thinking about the meeting we had yesterday."
"Yeah, Sharad told me about it. Really worrying. He left today at daybreak to collect herbs from the forest for the pesticide," said Narmada.
"Everything will be fine, girls! Stop worrying. Come closer, I want to share something interesting with you," said Rukmini.
Shakuntala waded through the shallow water and the three friends converged, away from the other village women.
"Lately, Angad has been behaving strangely around me. Have you noticed anything strange with Sanket and Vatsal?" asked Rukmini.
Shakuntala's son, Sanket, Rukmini's son Angad and Narmada's son Vatsal were best friends, like their mothers. The three boys were all 18 years old and inseparable.
"What kind of strange?" asked Shakuntala.
"He's been trying to spy on me and Pushpa whenever we change our clothes. Omkar told me that he caught Angad the other day." Pushpa was Rukmini's 20-year-old daughter.
"I am not sure if Vatsal's done something like that. You know how shy he is, more reserved than the other boys," said Narmada.
Shakuntala looked at Narmada and said, "Well, I am not sure about spying, but Sanket's been ogling at me since last few weeks. I feel weirdly conscious under his stare. It's like he's seeing me for the first time."
Rukmini giggled.
"How can you find this funny? What did Omkar say?" asked Shakuntala
"He said it's fairly common for young boys to be interested in the female body; even that of their mothers or sisters. We did speak to Angad on how inappropriate this is. I don't think he's spied on us ever since. But now, he's started being physically affectionate with me."
"How so?" asked Narmada.
"Well, mostly hugs and kisses. He tried the same with Pushpa too, but she kicked his posterior!" said Rukmini, laughing. She then lowered her voice conspiratorially and said, "But I let him. And, I might've even overlooked a few quick feels he's had of my breasts!"
Rukmini laughed, watching the look of shock on her friends' faces. "Oh, come on! It's just a bit of fun. I am sure it's only a passing phase; until he starts getting interested in girls his age."
***
Within the next 3 months, the sickness of the plants spread, destroying other crops, fruits and vegetables in the village. Nothing Sharad did, was able to stop the plants from dying. Even the bigger trees started showing early signs of decay.
Farmer Jayant succumbed to his illness. His family followed, few days later. Whatever new disease had afflicted them, spread across the village, leaving few dead or dying. There was no recovering from it. Once someone was afflicted, it was just a matter of time until their demise. The symptoms of the disease varied for different patients, which perplexed Omkar and made it difficult to find a cure.
The village council met regularly to assess the situation. Having exhausted all options, they finally decided to consult with the wise sages and scholars who lived in the nearby mountains.
The five council members journeyed to the mountains and met Maharishi Vedant. The Maharishi was a 90-year-old sage and considered to be the wisest and most learned among them. They discussed at length about the troubles of the village. The Maharishi asked his disciples to assist Sharad and Omkar in finding a cure for the diseases afflicting the plants and the villagers. He suggested the council to arrange for a yagna to be performed in the village, requesting divine intervention and help from the deities.
On the next auspicious date, the Maharishi and his disciples arrived in the village for the yagna. In the open space, next to the village temple, they lit a large ceremonial sacred fire. They chanted powerful mantras from the religious texts, the Vedas and the Upanishads. All villagers, who were still in good health, gathered around the fire, hands folded in prayer. The sages offered oblations and libations of ghee and coconut into the sacred fire as offerings to the deities and other celestial divinities; invoking them and appealing for their help.
***
Shakuntala felt the pleasure coursing through her pussy. She was lying on the ground, over soft grass, underneath a tree.
She felt stuffed, a long, thick cock filling her and thrusting into her again and again. She writhed with passion and touched the chest of the man. Never had her husband's cock brought her such pleasures before.
She placed her hands on the tree trunk and felt a vast consciousness touching her mind, opening up her senses. She heard a female voice in her head. "Help me help you."
She opened her eyes and saw her son's lust filled face looking back as he made sweet love to her.
Shakuntala jolted and sat up. It was the middle of the night. She was on her bed, with her husband, Jaidev, fast asleep next to her. Oh! Thank Lord Ganesha! It was just a dream. A very strange, disturbing, but erotic dream. She felt her pussy with her fingers; it was soaking wet. She eyed her sleeping husband longingly. It had been a while since they had made love.
It had been a long and tiring day for all of them due to the yagna. She got up from her bed and peered into her son's room. Sanket was asleep on his bed wearing only his loincloth. She knew he slept bare bodied due to the summer heat. A small oil lamp burned dimly in his room providing faint illumination. As she stared at his sleeping form, she realized how much her son had grown.
He was no longer the scrawny little kid he was, few years ago. He had grown taller and slightly muscular in the last year, with all the trekking and rock-climbing he did with his friends, Angad and Vatsal. With changes in his physique, he had also found a new confidence in displaying physical affection towards her.
Just like Rukmini had mentioned about Angad; Sanket too had been getting more physically affectionate with her. He regularly kissed her cheeks and hugged her, sometimes from behind; his hands on the bare skin of her waist above her saree. Though she didn't encourage those actions, she also never rebuked him for the same. She felt that maybe some part of her subconscious mind enjoyed her son's attention; something she no longer received from her husband as often as she would have liked.
But never before had she actively thought of her son in a sexual manner. And never before had she seen such a vivid and erotic dream about him. Perplexed and tired, she got back to sleep wondering about that strange female voice she'd heard.
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भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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