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Note:-
This story does not contain any underage content. Everything is expressed in favour of Right to Freedom of expression.
Contains sexual scenes and bad language.
Introduction:-
My name is Harikrishna, and my earliest memory is of a void. My parents, vibrant and full of life one moment, were gone the next, swallowed by the highway after a late-night wedding return. We lived in the city then, but their absence propelled me into a new life. My paternal uncle ( dad’s brother) and aunt, with hearts bigger than their humble home, adopted me. We left the city's sprawl for the quiet embrace of our village, where their only son, thirteen years older to me, became my elder brother. He soon found work as an assistant in the post office of the next village over, and with his departure, the mantle of household duties fell to me after primary education.
The fabric of our lives, however, was woven with threads of both comfort and sorrow. Three years into my brother’s employment, tragedy struck again when my uncle, the man who loved me more than his own flesh and blood, succumbed to a heart attack. I often wondered, in those quiet moments, what my life would have been if he hadn't opened his arms and taken me in as a son.
Time, as it always does, marched on. My aunt found solace in her son’s steady job, and the four acres of ancestral land in the village offered a sense of security. Life settled into a rhythm.
Then came the discussions of my brother's marriage. When the "bride-seeing" day arrived, I, with the youthful exuberance of my burgeoning classes, insisted on being there.
"No," my aunt said, her voice firm but kind, "you have your studies." That evening, returning home, I learned the match had been finalized.
"Do you have a photo of her, brother?" I asked, eager for a glimpse of this new person entering our lives.
He simply beamed, a wide, uncontainable smile. "No," he chuckled, "but I saw her. She’s very beautiful."
In the days that followed, their constant texting, the little ping of notifications, became the soundtrack to our evenings. It subtly nudged me, shifting my focus entirely to my studies.
The wedding date, thankfully, was set for after my exams, a small relief that meant no conflicts between academics and celebration. I wrote my exams with a lightness in my heart, and soon, our home hummed with the joyous chaos of wedding preparations.
Thus, in the balmy air of May 2015, two seemingly disparate events collided:
TOPPER – HARIKRISHNA
SANDHYA RANI WEDS RAM SANTHOSH
My exam results were released on the very same day as my brother’s wedding. Full marks. I was the district topper. A wave of exhilaration washed over me, and clutching my results, I raced towards the wedding hall, my heart pounding with a dual excitement.
As I burst into the mandap, my gaze instinctively drifted towards the altar.
Two unexpected things happened that day: one was my marks, and the other was my sister-in-law (brothers wife)
For a moment, I felt the desperate urge to pinch myself, to scan my surroundings and confirm I was still grounded on Earth.
Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away. It was as if I had stumbled into a heavenly realm, and my eyelids, enchanted, had simply vanished, leaving me to stare, unblinking, lost in an illusion.
Einstein once spoke of personal time, and in that instant, time ceased to exist for me.
Did even brahma the creator comprehend,
the sheer beauty he had unleashed upon this world?
What if the Indra, king of the gods, were to know?
Would he not descend with his celestial armies, prepared for war,
to abduct this celestial Apsara?
Any great poet, I imagined, would find himself searching,
perhaps endlessly, for the words to describe her.
And still, those words might elude them.
Perhaps new letters, new lexicon, would need to be forged within
the rich tapestry of the language.
Even then, there was no certainty that a multitude of new creations would suffice.
My young mind, then just beginning to unravel the mysteries of the world, and my age, on the cusp of true youth, both gave birth to a nascent, unfamiliar desire.
The spell was abruptly broken by a brusque shove. "Hey, move aside," a voice snapped, laced with annoyance. "If you're not going to stand in the way, you could stand over there, couldn't you?" I emerged from my trance to see a girl, about my age, glaring at me. She walked away, leaving me to process the interruption. I shook off the fleeting irritation, my mind already drifting back to my sister-in-law, but then my uncle’s voice cut through the clamor, pulling my attention to the flurry of wedding arrangements.
.
.
.
The fourth dawn after her arrival, I found myself by the backyard well, toothbrush in hand. My sister-in-law was the first person I saw, our eyes meeting in a sudden, shared moment. A jolt, a blush, a hesitation—I quickly averted my gaze. Yet, even without looking, her beautiful eyes imprinted themselves on my mind. I shifted, brushing my teeth while staring blankly ahead, when a hand on my shoulder made me shiver. Slowly, shyly, I turned.
"Hari," Sandhya's voice was a summer cuckoo's song at sunrise, each word a sweet melody my ears savored. "There's no shampoo. Can you go to the shop and get some?"
(Vadhina [bhabi] = elder sister-in-law in Telugu)
"Huh… I'll get it, vadhina," I stammered, feeling a strange calm settle over me. Her request was enough. I rinsed my mouth, dashed to the shop, and returned with the shampoo packets.
"Thanks, Hari."
"It's nothing, vadhina."
I couldn't look her directly in the eye. As she stood before me, braiding her hair, then gathering a towel and clothes for her bath, watching her back and the graceful curve of her waist, something stirred within me.
That night, after a game with friends, I bathed and went to eat when Auntie called. My brother, Auntie, and I sat down, and my vadhina served the food.
It was fish curry, my favorite. I eagerly mixed a morsel and savored its deliciousness, happily picking through the bones. I noticed my vadhina watching me, a faint smile on her lips. Perhaps my enjoyment brought her satisfaction.
After dinner, I washed my hands and settled in front of the TV. My elder brother, Santosh, pulled up a chair beside me.
"Hari, you're going to college in town, to the hostel," he announced abruptly, surprising me into silence.
"Okay, Brother," I managed.
"Just like you studied well and got good marks here, you should stay the same there."
"Huh… I will."
"If you need anything, tell me. It's holidays now, so ask if you want anything."
"Hmm…"
Auntie, Rajamani, sighed, wiping her eyes with the end of her saree. "If your mother were here, how happy she would be, my little one…"
I leaned my head sadly on my brother's shoulder.
"Don't mind all that, okay?" Santosh said, gently. "Just study. Play. Whatever you want."
"Ok…"
Before the wedding, my brother and I shared a room, and Auntie had her own. With the wedding preparations, I'd grown accustomed to sleeping next to Auntie, while my brother and sister-in-law had their room.
The next day, my brother went to the post office, and my vadhina began her duties as a quintessential housewife.
Auntie Rajamani, had been the rock of our family since my uncle's passing. She used to stitch blouses and skirts to make ends meet, stopping only after my brother secured his job. She was devoted to TV serials, her days a rhythm of stitching and watching TV. If not glued to the screen, she'd be regaling anyone within earshot with stories spanning generations, from our great-grandparents to the present. Often, when I was free, she'd share these tales, and I'd nod along. This was my only quibble with Auntie; otherwise, we had no problems. However, she sometimes showed a slight favoritism towards my brother—he was her flesh and blood, after all. As she aged, BP tablets became a daily necessity, and it was my responsibility to ensure she took them. She wouldn't take a pill without me. I'd even accompany her to the hospital sometimes. I wouldn't leave the house without telling her, otherwise she'd worry endlessly. And if I came home late, lost in play, a scolding was inevitable.
That afternoon, after lunch, I yearned to go out, but Auntie warned against wandering in the scorching sun, so I stayed indoors, settling in front of the TV.
My vadhina noticed my listless posture. She came and sat beside me.
Unsure what to say, I remained silent.
"Hari," she called, and I turned to the side. She held out her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips. Whenever I met her eyes, time seemed to halt.
"What is it vadhina?"
"Take it, play games."
"Really?" My eyes lit up. My vadhina had offered her Android phone for games. Who would watch that crappy TV now?
"Yes, take it."
I took it. "Thanks vadhina."
"Why thank me? You were getting bored, right?"
"Yeah…"
"If anyone calls, give it to me, okay?"
"Yes, okay, vadhina."
I immersed myself in "Traffic Racer" on her phone until the battery died.
Evening arrived. My brother returned, and she made tea. I put the phone on charge and drank my tea.
As dusk deepened, it was lentil curry for dinner, and Auntie sent me for papads. I brought them back and, without asking, instinctively picked up my vadhina's phone to resume my game. She approached me, calling softly.
"Hari…"
"Yes, vadhina?" I replied, my eyes still on the game.
"Nothing… tell me if you feel like eating."
"okay, vadhina."
After she returned to their room, a thought struck me: she might have come to ask for her phone back, and I should have returned it.
I stopped the game and went to their room. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open without thinking. My brother was leaning over vadhina on the bed, kissing her cheeks.
At my sudden entry, they quickly separated, startled by the sound of the door.
Unsure how to react, I lowered my head, walked forward, and handed the phone to my sister-in-law, who was adjusting her saree. "vadhina, that's enough gaming for today."
"Hmm… Okay, Hari. Come, let's eat."
"Hmm…"
At that moment, I felt nothing, only a vague sense that I had made them uncomfortable. I thought my sister-in-law might be annoyed, but she normally asked for my help in the kitchen.
They still saw me as a child, taking it very lightly. But for me, who had witnessed it, my sister-in-law's facial expressions lingered. When my brother kissed her, she had bitten her cherry lips. Seeing that scene sent a new thrill through my young heart.
Later, all four of us ate together. My brother and I sat outside, talking for over an hour. My sister-in-law joined us, silent at first, but I noticed something when my brother and Auntie spoke. While talking to Auntie, my brother gave my sister-in-law a couple of subtle eye signals. Five minutes later, my sister-in-law went into the room, followed shortly by Auntie.
"Hari, close the door properly," Auntie called out.
"Yes, you go, I'll come."
Another minute passed, and my brother said, "Let's go inside, let's sleep." We closed the door and went in.
Auntie's snoring was a familiar lullaby. I fell asleep. Suddenly, I woke in the dead of night, needing to urinate. I went behind the house, relieved myself, and as I walked back past my brother's room, I heard my sister-in-law scream, "Aah…"
My steps froze.
Whether it was wrong, or what, I didn't know. I pressed my ear to their bedroom door, straining to understand why she had screamed.
"Ahh… slowly…"
"Don't forget to close the door again."
"How was I supposed to know Hari would come? Sss… Ah, don't pinch."
"Shh…"
"Ahh, mm…"
"Ahh… Ahh!"
"Ahh… continue… Hh hh"
"Uff…"
Listening to their moans made my blood boil. For some reason, it felt wrong, so I went and covered myself with a blanket and slept.
This story does not contain any underage content. Everything is expressed in favour of Right to Freedom of expression.
Contains sexual scenes and bad language.
Krishnakaavyam
Author - ẞ|π√
Introduction:-
My name is Harikrishna, and my earliest memory is of a void. My parents, vibrant and full of life one moment, were gone the next, swallowed by the highway after a late-night wedding return. We lived in the city then, but their absence propelled me into a new life. My paternal uncle ( dad’s brother) and aunt, with hearts bigger than their humble home, adopted me. We left the city's sprawl for the quiet embrace of our village, where their only son, thirteen years older to me, became my elder brother. He soon found work as an assistant in the post office of the next village over, and with his departure, the mantle of household duties fell to me after primary education.
The fabric of our lives, however, was woven with threads of both comfort and sorrow. Three years into my brother’s employment, tragedy struck again when my uncle, the man who loved me more than his own flesh and blood, succumbed to a heart attack. I often wondered, in those quiet moments, what my life would have been if he hadn't opened his arms and taken me in as a son.
Time, as it always does, marched on. My aunt found solace in her son’s steady job, and the four acres of ancestral land in the village offered a sense of security. Life settled into a rhythm.
Then came the discussions of my brother's marriage. When the "bride-seeing" day arrived, I, with the youthful exuberance of my burgeoning classes, insisted on being there.
"No," my aunt said, her voice firm but kind, "you have your studies." That evening, returning home, I learned the match had been finalized.
"Do you have a photo of her, brother?" I asked, eager for a glimpse of this new person entering our lives.
He simply beamed, a wide, uncontainable smile. "No," he chuckled, "but I saw her. She’s very beautiful."
In the days that followed, their constant texting, the little ping of notifications, became the soundtrack to our evenings. It subtly nudged me, shifting my focus entirely to my studies.
The wedding date, thankfully, was set for after my exams, a small relief that meant no conflicts between academics and celebration. I wrote my exams with a lightness in my heart, and soon, our home hummed with the joyous chaos of wedding preparations.
Thus, in the balmy air of May 2015, two seemingly disparate events collided:
TOPPER – HARIKRISHNA
SANDHYA RANI WEDS RAM SANTHOSH
My exam results were released on the very same day as my brother’s wedding. Full marks. I was the district topper. A wave of exhilaration washed over me, and clutching my results, I raced towards the wedding hall, my heart pounding with a dual excitement.
As I burst into the mandap, my gaze instinctively drifted towards the altar.
Two unexpected things happened that day: one was my marks, and the other was my sister-in-law (brothers wife)
For a moment, I felt the desperate urge to pinch myself, to scan my surroundings and confirm I was still grounded on Earth.
Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away. It was as if I had stumbled into a heavenly realm, and my eyelids, enchanted, had simply vanished, leaving me to stare, unblinking, lost in an illusion.
Einstein once spoke of personal time, and in that instant, time ceased to exist for me.
Did even brahma the creator comprehend,
the sheer beauty he had unleashed upon this world?
What if the Indra, king of the gods, were to know?
Would he not descend with his celestial armies, prepared for war,
to abduct this celestial Apsara?
Any great poet, I imagined, would find himself searching,
perhaps endlessly, for the words to describe her.
And still, those words might elude them.
Perhaps new letters, new lexicon, would need to be forged within
the rich tapestry of the language.
Even then, there was no certainty that a multitude of new creations would suffice.
My young mind, then just beginning to unravel the mysteries of the world, and my age, on the cusp of true youth, both gave birth to a nascent, unfamiliar desire.
The spell was abruptly broken by a brusque shove. "Hey, move aside," a voice snapped, laced with annoyance. "If you're not going to stand in the way, you could stand over there, couldn't you?" I emerged from my trance to see a girl, about my age, glaring at me. She walked away, leaving me to process the interruption. I shook off the fleeting irritation, my mind already drifting back to my sister-in-law, but then my uncle’s voice cut through the clamor, pulling my attention to the flurry of wedding arrangements.
.
.
.
1. Desire - Envy
The fourth dawn after her arrival, I found myself by the backyard well, toothbrush in hand. My sister-in-law was the first person I saw, our eyes meeting in a sudden, shared moment. A jolt, a blush, a hesitation—I quickly averted my gaze. Yet, even without looking, her beautiful eyes imprinted themselves on my mind. I shifted, brushing my teeth while staring blankly ahead, when a hand on my shoulder made me shiver. Slowly, shyly, I turned.
"Hari," Sandhya's voice was a summer cuckoo's song at sunrise, each word a sweet melody my ears savored. "There's no shampoo. Can you go to the shop and get some?"
(Vadhina [bhabi] = elder sister-in-law in Telugu)
"Huh… I'll get it, vadhina," I stammered, feeling a strange calm settle over me. Her request was enough. I rinsed my mouth, dashed to the shop, and returned with the shampoo packets.
"Thanks, Hari."
"It's nothing, vadhina."
I couldn't look her directly in the eye. As she stood before me, braiding her hair, then gathering a towel and clothes for her bath, watching her back and the graceful curve of her waist, something stirred within me.
That night, after a game with friends, I bathed and went to eat when Auntie called. My brother, Auntie, and I sat down, and my vadhina served the food.
It was fish curry, my favorite. I eagerly mixed a morsel and savored its deliciousness, happily picking through the bones. I noticed my vadhina watching me, a faint smile on her lips. Perhaps my enjoyment brought her satisfaction.
After all, if the young ones at home loved a dish,
it truly meant it was good, didn't it?
After dinner, I washed my hands and settled in front of the TV. My elder brother, Santosh, pulled up a chair beside me.
"Hari, you're going to college in town, to the hostel," he announced abruptly, surprising me into silence.
"Okay, Brother," I managed.
"Just like you studied well and got good marks here, you should stay the same there."
"Huh… I will."
"If you need anything, tell me. It's holidays now, so ask if you want anything."
"Hmm…"
Auntie, Rajamani, sighed, wiping her eyes with the end of her saree. "If your mother were here, how happy she would be, my little one…"
I leaned my head sadly on my brother's shoulder.
Remembering parents in such moments was always a bittersweet burden.
"Don't mind all that, okay?" Santosh said, gently. "Just study. Play. Whatever you want."
"Ok…"
Before the wedding, my brother and I shared a room, and Auntie had her own. With the wedding preparations, I'd grown accustomed to sleeping next to Auntie, while my brother and sister-in-law had their room.
The next day, my brother went to the post office, and my vadhina began her duties as a quintessential housewife.
Auntie Rajamani, had been the rock of our family since my uncle's passing. She used to stitch blouses and skirts to make ends meet, stopping only after my brother secured his job. She was devoted to TV serials, her days a rhythm of stitching and watching TV. If not glued to the screen, she'd be regaling anyone within earshot with stories spanning generations, from our great-grandparents to the present. Often, when I was free, she'd share these tales, and I'd nod along. This was my only quibble with Auntie; otherwise, we had no problems. However, she sometimes showed a slight favoritism towards my brother—he was her flesh and blood, after all. As she aged, BP tablets became a daily necessity, and it was my responsibility to ensure she took them. She wouldn't take a pill without me. I'd even accompany her to the hospital sometimes. I wouldn't leave the house without telling her, otherwise she'd worry endlessly. And if I came home late, lost in play, a scolding was inevitable.
That afternoon, after lunch, I yearned to go out, but Auntie warned against wandering in the scorching sun, so I stayed indoors, settling in front of the TV.
My vadhina noticed my listless posture. She came and sat beside me.
Unsure what to say, I remained silent.
"Hari," she called, and I turned to the side. She held out her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips. Whenever I met her eyes, time seemed to halt.
"What is it vadhina?"
"Take it, play games."
"Really?" My eyes lit up. My vadhina had offered her Android phone for games. Who would watch that crappy TV now?
"Yes, take it."
I took it. "Thanks vadhina."
"Why thank me? You were getting bored, right?"
"Yeah…"
"If anyone calls, give it to me, okay?"
"Yes, okay, vadhina."
I immersed myself in "Traffic Racer" on her phone until the battery died.
Evening arrived. My brother returned, and she made tea. I put the phone on charge and drank my tea.
As dusk deepened, it was lentil curry for dinner, and Auntie sent me for papads. I brought them back and, without asking, instinctively picked up my vadhina's phone to resume my game. She approached me, calling softly.
"Hari…"
"Yes, vadhina?" I replied, my eyes still on the game.
"Nothing… tell me if you feel like eating."
"okay, vadhina."
After she returned to their room, a thought struck me: she might have come to ask for her phone back, and I should have returned it.
I stopped the game and went to their room. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open without thinking. My brother was leaning over vadhina on the bed, kissing her cheeks.
At my sudden entry, they quickly separated, startled by the sound of the door.
Unsure how to react, I lowered my head, walked forward, and handed the phone to my sister-in-law, who was adjusting her saree. "vadhina, that's enough gaming for today."
"Hmm… Okay, Hari. Come, let's eat."
"Hmm…"
At that moment, I felt nothing, only a vague sense that I had made them uncomfortable. I thought my sister-in-law might be annoyed, but she normally asked for my help in the kitchen.
They still saw me as a child, taking it very lightly. But for me, who had witnessed it, my sister-in-law's facial expressions lingered. When my brother kissed her, she had bitten her cherry lips. Seeing that scene sent a new thrill through my young heart.
Later, all four of us ate together. My brother and I sat outside, talking for over an hour. My sister-in-law joined us, silent at first, but I noticed something when my brother and Auntie spoke. While talking to Auntie, my brother gave my sister-in-law a couple of subtle eye signals. Five minutes later, my sister-in-law went into the room, followed shortly by Auntie.
"Hari, close the door properly," Auntie called out.
"Yes, you go, I'll come."
Another minute passed, and my brother said, "Let's go inside, let's sleep." We closed the door and went in.
Auntie's snoring was a familiar lullaby. I fell asleep. Suddenly, I woke in the dead of night, needing to urinate. I went behind the house, relieved myself, and as I walked back past my brother's room, I heard my sister-in-law scream, "Aah…"
My steps froze.
Whether it was wrong, or what, I didn't know. I pressed my ear to their bedroom door, straining to understand why she had screamed.
"Ahh… slowly…"
"Don't forget to close the door again."
"How was I supposed to know Hari would come? Sss… Ah, don't pinch."
"Shh…"
"Ahh, mm…"
"Ahh… Ahh!"
"Ahh… continue… Hh hh"
"Uff…"
Listening to their moans made my blood boil. For some reason, it felt wrong, so I went and covered myself with a blanket and slept.
“One thing was certain. That day was the first time,
I felt envy towards my elder brother.”
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