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Chapter 7: Mottu & Palli (Act 1)
The night bus ride back to the village of Adiputra was long and bumpy, the rhythmic hum of the engine lulling Lina into a restless sleep. Her husband, Rahim, sat beside her, his hand resting protectively on her thigh. She leaned her head against the window, the cool glass pressing into her temple as she tried to push away the memory of what had happened earlier that day. The temple, the crowd, the old devotee...it all felt like a blur, a secret she would carry with her forever.
She glanced at Rahim, his face serene in the dim light of the bus, and guilt gnawed at her. He doesn’t know, she thought. He can never know.
When they arrived at the inn, exhaustion weighed heavily on both of them. The room was small but cozy, with a single bed dbangd in crisp white sheets. Lina undressed quietly, slipping into a simple nightgown that clung to her curves. Rahim watched her for a moment, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts before he turned away, muttering something about needing to wash up. She lay down on the bed, the events of the day swirling in her mind as sleep claimed her.
Her dream was vivid, almost too real. She stood in the temple again, but this time it was empty, the air thick with incense. A voice echoed in her mind, deep and resonant. “You are fertile, Lina. But your husband cannot give you what you need. You must be taken raw before you leave this place.” She woke with a start, her body drenched in cold sweat. The room was dark, Rahim snoring softly beside her. She pressed a hand to her chest, her heart racing. It was just a dream, she told herself. Just a dream.
Morning came too soon. The innkeeper, a cheerful woman with a wide smile, greeted them at breakfast. “You must visit the hot springs before you leave,” she said, setting down a plate of steaming idlis. “They’re hidden, not many know about them. Perfect for relaxation.”
Rahim nodded enthusiastically. “We should go, Lina. It’ll help us unwind before the journey home.”
Lina hesitated but agreed. The idea of soaking in warm water sounded soothing, a way to cleanse herself of the lingering unease from her dream. The hot springs were nestled in a secluded part of the village, surrounded by lush greenery. The water was murky but inviting, steam rising in gentle wisps. Lina glanced around nervously as they undressed, her hands trembling slightly as she slipped out of her saree. Her full breasts bounced lightly as she moved, the cool air making her nipples harden. She caught Rahim staring and blushed, quickly stepping into the water to cover herself.
The heat enveloped her instantly, easing the tension in her muscles. Rahim joined her, sighing contentedly as he leaned back against the rocky edge. “This is perfect,” he said, closing his eyes.
Lina nodded, though her mind was still restless. She tried to relax, letting the warmth seep into her skin. But then she heard footsteps, and her heart skipped a beat. Two men appeared at the edge of the pool, their eyes immediately drawn to her. She froze, suddenly aware of her nakedness.
“Good morning,” one of them said with a grin. He was tall and muscular, his gaze lingering on Lina’s chest. “Mind if we join you?”
Rahim opened his eyes and shrugged. “It’s a shared pool,” he said casually.
Lina’s stomach churned as the men stepped into the water, their eyes never leaving her. She tried to sink lower, but the water only did so much to hide her curves. The taller man introduced himself as Mootu, his voice smooth and confident. The other, Palli, had a mischievous glint in his eye.
“You’re here for the festival?” Mootu asked, his tone friendly but his gaze anything but.
Lina nodded stiffly. “Yes, we came for the temple rituals.”
Palli’s eyes lit up. “Ah, seeking blessings for a child? You’re a lucky man,” he said, glancing at Rahim.
Rahim chuckled awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. “I’ll be right back,” he said suddenly, standing up and stepping out of the pool. “Need to use the restroom.”
Lina’s heart raced as he walked away, leaving her alone with the two men. She tried to keep her distance, but Mootu moved closer, his voice low and soothing. “You’re very beautiful,” he said, his eyes dropping to her chest. “A woman like you shouldn’t be denied the joy of motherhood.”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Palli moved to her other side, his hand brushing against her leg under the water. “Let us help you relax,” he said, his tone innocent but his intentions clear. Lina shook her head. “No, I’m fine...”
But Mootu was already behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Just a massage,” he said softly. “You’re so tense.”
She wanted to protest, to push him away, but his hands felt surprisingly good against her skin. His fingers kneaded her shoulders, easing the knots in her muscles. Palli took her foot in his hands, his thumbs pressing into the arch. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the unease creeping up her spine.
But then Mootu’s hands slid lower, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts. Her eyes flew open, and she tried to pull away, but he held her firmly. “Shh,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax.”
Palli’s hands moved up her legs, his touch growing bolder. She could feel their bodies pressing closer, their intentions unmistakable. Panic surged through her, but before she could react, she heard Rahim’s voice.
“Everything okay?” he asked, stepping back into the pool. The men immediately backed away, their hands retreating as if nothing had happened.
“Just helping your wife relax,” Mootu said smoothly.
Rahim nodded, oblivious to the tension in the air. Lina forced a smile, her heart still pounding. “I think I’m ready to go,” she said quickly.
As they left the pool, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. The dream, the men...it all felt connected, as if fate was pulling her toward something she couldn’t yet understand.
The night bus ride back to the village of Adiputra was long and bumpy, the rhythmic hum of the engine lulling Lina into a restless sleep. Her husband, Rahim, sat beside her, his hand resting protectively on her thigh. She leaned her head against the window, the cool glass pressing into her temple as she tried to push away the memory of what had happened earlier that day. The temple, the crowd, the old devotee...it all felt like a blur, a secret she would carry with her forever.
She glanced at Rahim, his face serene in the dim light of the bus, and guilt gnawed at her. He doesn’t know, she thought. He can never know.
When they arrived at the inn, exhaustion weighed heavily on both of them. The room was small but cozy, with a single bed dbangd in crisp white sheets. Lina undressed quietly, slipping into a simple nightgown that clung to her curves. Rahim watched her for a moment, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts before he turned away, muttering something about needing to wash up. She lay down on the bed, the events of the day swirling in her mind as sleep claimed her.
Her dream was vivid, almost too real. She stood in the temple again, but this time it was empty, the air thick with incense. A voice echoed in her mind, deep and resonant. “You are fertile, Lina. But your husband cannot give you what you need. You must be taken raw before you leave this place.” She woke with a start, her body drenched in cold sweat. The room was dark, Rahim snoring softly beside her. She pressed a hand to her chest, her heart racing. It was just a dream, she told herself. Just a dream.
Morning came too soon. The innkeeper, a cheerful woman with a wide smile, greeted them at breakfast. “You must visit the hot springs before you leave,” she said, setting down a plate of steaming idlis. “They’re hidden, not many know about them. Perfect for relaxation.”
Rahim nodded enthusiastically. “We should go, Lina. It’ll help us unwind before the journey home.”
Lina hesitated but agreed. The idea of soaking in warm water sounded soothing, a way to cleanse herself of the lingering unease from her dream. The hot springs were nestled in a secluded part of the village, surrounded by lush greenery. The water was murky but inviting, steam rising in gentle wisps. Lina glanced around nervously as they undressed, her hands trembling slightly as she slipped out of her saree. Her full breasts bounced lightly as she moved, the cool air making her nipples harden. She caught Rahim staring and blushed, quickly stepping into the water to cover herself.
The heat enveloped her instantly, easing the tension in her muscles. Rahim joined her, sighing contentedly as he leaned back against the rocky edge. “This is perfect,” he said, closing his eyes.
Lina nodded, though her mind was still restless. She tried to relax, letting the warmth seep into her skin. But then she heard footsteps, and her heart skipped a beat. Two men appeared at the edge of the pool, their eyes immediately drawn to her. She froze, suddenly aware of her nakedness.
“Good morning,” one of them said with a grin. He was tall and muscular, his gaze lingering on Lina’s chest. “Mind if we join you?”
Rahim opened his eyes and shrugged. “It’s a shared pool,” he said casually.
Lina’s stomach churned as the men stepped into the water, their eyes never leaving her. She tried to sink lower, but the water only did so much to hide her curves. The taller man introduced himself as Mootu, his voice smooth and confident. The other, Palli, had a mischievous glint in his eye.
“You’re here for the festival?” Mootu asked, his tone friendly but his gaze anything but.
Lina nodded stiffly. “Yes, we came for the temple rituals.”
Palli’s eyes lit up. “Ah, seeking blessings for a child? You’re a lucky man,” he said, glancing at Rahim.
Rahim chuckled awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. “I’ll be right back,” he said suddenly, standing up and stepping out of the pool. “Need to use the restroom.”
Lina’s heart raced as he walked away, leaving her alone with the two men. She tried to keep her distance, but Mootu moved closer, his voice low and soothing. “You’re very beautiful,” he said, his eyes dropping to her chest. “A woman like you shouldn’t be denied the joy of motherhood.”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Palli moved to her other side, his hand brushing against her leg under the water. “Let us help you relax,” he said, his tone innocent but his intentions clear. Lina shook her head. “No, I’m fine...”
But Mootu was already behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Just a massage,” he said softly. “You’re so tense.”
She wanted to protest, to push him away, but his hands felt surprisingly good against her skin. His fingers kneaded her shoulders, easing the knots in her muscles. Palli took her foot in his hands, his thumbs pressing into the arch. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the unease creeping up her spine.
But then Mootu’s hands slid lower, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts. Her eyes flew open, and she tried to pull away, but he held her firmly. “Shh,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax.”
Palli’s hands moved up her legs, his touch growing bolder. She could feel their bodies pressing closer, their intentions unmistakable. Panic surged through her, but before she could react, she heard Rahim’s voice.
“Everything okay?” he asked, stepping back into the pool. The men immediately backed away, their hands retreating as if nothing had happened.
“Just helping your wife relax,” Mootu said smoothly.
Rahim nodded, oblivious to the tension in the air. Lina forced a smile, her heart still pounding. “I think I’m ready to go,” she said quickly.
As they left the pool, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. The dream, the men...it all felt connected, as if fate was pulling her toward something she couldn’t yet understand.
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