25-09-2025, 12:26 AM
Short stories: Cherry popping
Hi, I am Payal_rp just turned 19. I am planning to write some short stories here. These are just fantasy stories and no link to reality.
The stories are original though ideas might be taken from many areas of life.
The stories mostly are about young girls losing their cherry willingly / unwillingly to older men of different classes and different situations. However it does not include any incest.
So if you are not comfortable with the idea then please read no further.
Disclaimer: I personally am against any type of force or unwilling sexual encounters (especially bang). The elements in the story are pure fantasy and there is no intention to encourage any violent act or bang.
It is my first try in life to write something of my own. I hope everyone will receive it in good spirit.
Sujata's Ordeal (part-I)
Hi, I am Sujata. I belong to a small town in Bihar but now studying in Delhi. This is the story when I just came to Delhi for education, I was just 12th pass (18 + years old) then.
I belong to a middle class family and the eldest child of my parents. I studied hard and scored good marks in 12th and managed a scholarship to go to Delhi, otherwise further education for me would have been only a dream. My parents are orthodox and were not very supportive for higher education for girls. But due to my efforts and pressure from their peers, they allowed me to go to Delhi.
Though I got a scholarship, I could not manage a very reputed college and landed-up in an ordinary but upscale college. It was very difficult for me to adjust in initial days in Delhi as it was a totally new environment. I was staying in a hostel. The girls around me were too fashionable and had money to splurge on things I could see only in dreams.
It was difficult for me to cope up with them and make friends. This also started affecting my studies. And I was unable to do well in my first few class tests. I used to remain under pressure and worried. Also this was the first time I was away from home. A small mobile phone was my only link to home.
By nature I was shy but assertive but my surroundings in Delhi made me submissive and under confident. My class tests results made it worse. It was clear that I was not able to concentrate on my studies. I was worried and could not share my sorrows with any one. I had to lie at home that I am doing well, because otherwise they would have been happy to call me back home and soon get married.
Sometimes I thought that they are jealous of my looks. As desirable for any girl I was fair with oval face and sharp nose. Cheeks, not chubby but not too flat, used to turn red often in cold. Since childhood I always wore ear rings and a small nose ring. As gods gift, my body hair growth was almost negligible and hence I rarely had to wax.
I was a head turner with a voluptuous but slim structure (54 kgs with 5'4 height) and figure of 32c-26-34. But was deprived of fashion sense (due to my town background). So I always wore traditional clothes.
One Sunday I was traveling in DTC bus. I took the ticket and was engrossed in my own thoughts. Suddenly I realized that my handbag was missing. I was very scared and started looking around. But no luck. I was very disappointed because my college I card, phone and some documents were inside it. I concluded that its a theft case and there is no way to get it back. I sadly got down on my stop, eyes still searching for the bag on almost every seat.
When I got down, I saw a mature lady in her 40s smiling at me.
She: Yahan aao Sujata
[come here Sujata]
I was in a shock. How does she know my name? I approached with a smile but the wrinkles on my forehead were showing the question in my mind.
She: Tum ye baag dhund rahi thi beta?
[were u searching for this bag? ]
she showed me my handbag
I: yes yes
I was happy for a moment as I almost pounced on the bag
She calmly looked at my childish behavior. I opened the bag and searched if all items were intact.
I: Appko ye bag kahan mila
[where did u find this]?
I asked with an obvious doubt in mind that she must have took it and then seeing no money inside, she is returning it to me.
She: Wahan bus me mila mujhe
[I got it in the bus].
She put her hand on my shoulder.
I: per aap ko kaise pata ki ye meri baag hai?
[but could u identify that its my bag?]
I was also trying hard to recollect if that lady was on bus.
She: tum bahut jyada sochti ho. Issiliye pareshan ho sujata. [you think too much and that is the cause of your worries]
Her voice was calm and composed. She did not answer my questions but walked with me. She told me my complete name, my class where I belong to all such details. I was shocked and surprised. Rather I was dumb not to have understood that it was ll written on my I card and other documents. But still it was enough of a magic for me to see some strange lady having my bag who was not even on the bus and withing a short span of time knows so much about me.
Also in the walk till my hostel, she was able to tell some not so obvious things about me. Especially about my mental stage, my nature etc. I was actually impressed with the lady. And she appeared harmless to me.
We became friends. She gave me a good advise of praying every morning. Going to temple etc. my religious nature accepted her suggestions without any doubt. I started going to mandir and praying every day. Other girls obviously labeled me as 'orthodox' but I was anyway not so friends with them.
And to my surprise, my concentration increased. I could study better. She gave me some 'Angara' (religious powder to be applied on forehead) and I genuinely felt that it is the reason why I am improving. I was happy. Blind faith. It increased my faith and dependency on her. I started sharing many things with her as anyway I had no other friend. I started following her advice. She seemed more like a 'sorcerer' (with Tantrik abilities) than a sage or a preacher. Whatever it was, I was happy to be under her spell as far as it was going well.
But all the concentration did not reflect good in my second class test. I used to go blank in the exam hall. I was frustrated and depressed. And at that time aunty was away to her home town. So could not really share it with her. I was so disappointed with my own performance. My prayers and her Angara seemed to have lost its charm.
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Sujata's ordeal-II
Aunty was back after my exams and when I visited her it seemed that she already knew my mental state. She comforted me with a smile. She looked at me and before I could say anything, she spoke my mind:
Aunty: mujhe pata hai ki tumhari exam thk nahi gayi aur semester exam pass aa rahi hai. chinta karna to jayaj hai...
[I know that u had a bad exam and ur semesters are round the corner, its obvious to be worried]
I: Per maine to maan lagake padha tha aur pooja bhi ki thi. Jaise aapne bataya, saab kiya tha. Per achanak se exma me saab bhool gayi.
[I studied hard and did all rituals as instructed by you but went blank in the exam]
My eyes were looking for solace and ears waiting for solution.
She stayed quite for a while. And with a thoughtful face she looked in my eye.
Aunty: You sure that you studied hard? And also did everything I said?
I: yes aunty. Every single thing.
Aunty: hmm, then I suspect this to be a case of some kind of black magic, voodoo type.
For me it was not so hard to believe in such things are they were common causes of failure in my town. So I just nodded in agreement. In fact I was convinced that this should be the cause of my down fall. Otherwise why such hardwork wont bear any fruit?
I was looking at her with anticipation and finally I asked if she could do something about it. She thought for some time and then asked me if I believed in black magic. My answer was obviously Yes.
She took a pause and then continued that this seemed to be a powerful black magic spell as otherwise the 'Angara' would have protected me. She sounded logical but that was not the solution. So she told me that may be her 'Guruji' can help me in this. And she promised me to take to him as early as possible.
I was relieved and was more than willing to get the spell off me as it had to happen before exams. And my wait was not too long. In the evening Aunty called me and told me that she will be visiting her guruji and I should accompany her. I immediately agreed and went to the decided meeting spot.
I was in light blue half sleeved salwar kameej with dupatta. We got a rickshaw and went to an apartment. My idea of guruji was very different. I imagined a hut or a bungalow type aashra, etc, but here we were climbing stairs of a building.
The building was not very new and the locality was not so great. We stood infront of a door and rang the bell. After a while the door was opened by a middle aged man. Aunty folded her hands and greeted him with 'namaste' so did I.
We entered the flat. It appeared to be a 3 BHK or so. The hall was big with a few plastic chairs across and a big wooden chair in the center. It was obvious that the chair must be Guruji's seat. I sat beside aunty. Aunty asked the gentleman who opened the door about 'baba' and he told her that baba will soon be there.
I waited looking around and playing with my duppata and I saw baba coming out from one of the rooms. I was expecting a long haired sage in saffron clothes. But there he stood, a man in late 50s or may be early 60s. Balding white hair with gray beard, dark complexion and tall but fat built. He was wearing stones in each finger with lot of gold, silver and stone in his neck chains. The broad tilak on his forehead was making him look authoritative. He was in dhoti and bare above showing his hairy chest and well fed belly.
On his arrival, aunty immediately went and touched his feet. And I followed. He touched my head and gave me ashirwad. As we sat he gave some instructions to the middle aged man, now it was clear that he was a disciple of baba. With baba's orders Pratap uncle (the middle aged man) went in and then baba called my name.
I was surprised as to how would he know my name? That too full name. I was nervous. I walked towards him, and looked at aunty. She was sitting at her chair, watching me walk.
As I reached his chair, baba looked me in eye. I couldnt stand his gaze and immediately my eyes lowered. Looking at his feet. Baba again took my name. And this time told me about my town, my background, family etc. I was really impressed under the weight of his personality and predictive powers.
Baba: Sujata, kisine to tumhare uper kali karni ki hai. Ye saab kisne kiya hai ye jane keliye thida samay lagega. Per haam nahi chahte ki tumhara exam kharab ho jaye.
[it will take time to find out who has done this, but by that time it will be too late considering your exams]
He took out a black thread from his pocket that had a locket at the end.
Baba: ye tumhe safe rakhega, kuchh samay keliye. Taab tak hum aalsi kaaran dhund lenge.
[this will protect you for some time and till then I will find the true culprit]
( I am going to write all dialogues in english with some hindi words in it. It is too painful to write everything twice in two languages)
I nodded. I was standing at lesser than an arms length distance from baba. Looking down and listening to him carefully. Suddenly I found his hand approaching me, aimed at my dupatta. My heart skipped a beat but I did not react. His hand gently took off the dupatta. I was breathing heavy.
His hand was slowly moving and I could feel the dupatta sliding off my half sleeves. His hand held it and put it on the arm of his chair. Dont know why, but I felt that his eyes were constantly on my face. That made me more conscious.
Baba: hmm, you are already wearing a pendent. But you will have to get rid of this to wear the new one.
Baba got down from his chair and before I could take back my hands to unhook it, baba was at my back. I couldnt see but my whole body was feeling his close presence. My body shivered when he placed his hands on my neck from back. He moved his fingers freely on my fair neck. I felt ticklish . Soon his fingers were working on the hook of my necklace.
The necklace was out in no time and baba moved to front with the necklace in his hand.
Baba: take this beta. You wont be wearing it for some time now.
He smiled giving me the necklace. As I took the necklace, he employed both his hands on my 5 kurta buttons. Slowly opening each one starting from top. My shy nature totally submitted to his authority, letting him open top three buttons.
My hear was beating too fast giving a good view of my heaving cleavage to baba. I could feel his eyes piercing my cleavage though my eyes were on ground like a scared dog.
Baba: Sujata, this 'tabij' should always touch your skin and not anything on top. That is you wont be wearing any BRA till you are going to wear this 'tabij'.
The words were direct and orderly. And some how my mind was too slow to grasp the situation.
Baba: Will you remove it Sujata?
Baba asked again. His voice was showing patience. I was so much under pressure, that my hands went to my back, to unhook my bra on the kurta. As my hands went back, my chest came forward . Baba was standing so close that now there was bare half an inch distance between my 'joban' and baba's hairy chest.
I was struggling to open the bra hook with shivering hands.
Baba: dont worry beta, I will help you with that.
My mouth went dry. I wanted to tell him that I will do it, but my mouth refused to speak any word. Just my face was raised, making it more embarrassing for me as baba almost hugged me to take his hands on my back. He opened the hook like an expert, pressing me completely on his chest. I had been felt this way many times in DTC but it was never so close and never so hard.
Now, knowing that I am too shy to resist, baba slided both his hands on my arms on sides. He grabbed the bra strap and slowly pulled it down. I could see my hands co operate and bend to let him pull off the straps out from my elbow.
I was thrilled. But he gave me little time to control my breath as his hands were immediately on the remaining two buttons of my kurta. I was breathing heavy. Making my cleavage show more and more.
The scene was full of surprises for me. Baba in one swift motion held my bra from front and pulled it off. My firm jugs jiggled as the bra was pulled off. And I was stunned. My mouth was dry and I was sweating in the cold weather.
He now took the 'tabij' and chanted some mantras aloud. His voice was very loud and got me more scared and pressed under the weight of his personality. He continued chanting and with one hand he held my waist and the other hand with 'tabif' now approached my left boob.
My legs started to shake. I was so nervous as his warm hand cupped my left boob. It was clearly a hard squeeze as I moaned in pain. But he repeated the same as my eyes almost closed and face cringed on pain. I could not move due to his tight grip on waist.
Fortunately, that was it for the day. He wore the tabij on me. And told me that strictly it should be body touching and no person other than myself or him should touch it without his permission. He did not forget to mention that I should not be wearing any bra any more.
He moved back to his chair. Chanting Hari Om Hari Om. I quckly buttoned my kurta and ducked the tabij inside. It felt weird to wear kurta being naked inside. Soon I left the place with aunty. Aunty later told me to give her the report of my day to day progress and warned me to strictly observe what I was told.
(To be continued in next post due to limited words in a post)
Hi, I am Payal_rp just turned 19. I am planning to write some short stories here. These are just fantasy stories and no link to reality.
The stories are original though ideas might be taken from many areas of life.
The stories mostly are about young girls losing their cherry willingly / unwillingly to older men of different classes and different situations. However it does not include any incest.
So if you are not comfortable with the idea then please read no further.
Disclaimer: I personally am against any type of force or unwilling sexual encounters (especially bang). The elements in the story are pure fantasy and there is no intention to encourage any violent act or bang.
It is my first try in life to write something of my own. I hope everyone will receive it in good spirit.
Sujata's Ordeal (part-I)
Hi, I am Sujata. I belong to a small town in Bihar but now studying in Delhi. This is the story when I just came to Delhi for education, I was just 12th pass (18 + years old) then.
I belong to a middle class family and the eldest child of my parents. I studied hard and scored good marks in 12th and managed a scholarship to go to Delhi, otherwise further education for me would have been only a dream. My parents are orthodox and were not very supportive for higher education for girls. But due to my efforts and pressure from their peers, they allowed me to go to Delhi.
Though I got a scholarship, I could not manage a very reputed college and landed-up in an ordinary but upscale college. It was very difficult for me to adjust in initial days in Delhi as it was a totally new environment. I was staying in a hostel. The girls around me were too fashionable and had money to splurge on things I could see only in dreams.
It was difficult for me to cope up with them and make friends. This also started affecting my studies. And I was unable to do well in my first few class tests. I used to remain under pressure and worried. Also this was the first time I was away from home. A small mobile phone was my only link to home.
By nature I was shy but assertive but my surroundings in Delhi made me submissive and under confident. My class tests results made it worse. It was clear that I was not able to concentrate on my studies. I was worried and could not share my sorrows with any one. I had to lie at home that I am doing well, because otherwise they would have been happy to call me back home and soon get married.
Sometimes I thought that they are jealous of my looks. As desirable for any girl I was fair with oval face and sharp nose. Cheeks, not chubby but not too flat, used to turn red often in cold. Since childhood I always wore ear rings and a small nose ring. As gods gift, my body hair growth was almost negligible and hence I rarely had to wax.
I was a head turner with a voluptuous but slim structure (54 kgs with 5'4 height) and figure of 32c-26-34. But was deprived of fashion sense (due to my town background). So I always wore traditional clothes.
One Sunday I was traveling in DTC bus. I took the ticket and was engrossed in my own thoughts. Suddenly I realized that my handbag was missing. I was very scared and started looking around. But no luck. I was very disappointed because my college I card, phone and some documents were inside it. I concluded that its a theft case and there is no way to get it back. I sadly got down on my stop, eyes still searching for the bag on almost every seat.
When I got down, I saw a mature lady in her 40s smiling at me.
She: Yahan aao Sujata
[come here Sujata]
I was in a shock. How does she know my name? I approached with a smile but the wrinkles on my forehead were showing the question in my mind.
She: Tum ye baag dhund rahi thi beta?
[were u searching for this bag? ]
she showed me my handbag
I: yes yes
I was happy for a moment as I almost pounced on the bag
She calmly looked at my childish behavior. I opened the bag and searched if all items were intact.
I: Appko ye bag kahan mila
[where did u find this]?
I asked with an obvious doubt in mind that she must have took it and then seeing no money inside, she is returning it to me.
She: Wahan bus me mila mujhe
[I got it in the bus].
She put her hand on my shoulder.
I: per aap ko kaise pata ki ye meri baag hai?
[but could u identify that its my bag?]
I was also trying hard to recollect if that lady was on bus.
She: tum bahut jyada sochti ho. Issiliye pareshan ho sujata. [you think too much and that is the cause of your worries]
Her voice was calm and composed. She did not answer my questions but walked with me. She told me my complete name, my class where I belong to all such details. I was shocked and surprised. Rather I was dumb not to have understood that it was ll written on my I card and other documents. But still it was enough of a magic for me to see some strange lady having my bag who was not even on the bus and withing a short span of time knows so much about me.
Also in the walk till my hostel, she was able to tell some not so obvious things about me. Especially about my mental stage, my nature etc. I was actually impressed with the lady. And she appeared harmless to me.
We became friends. She gave me a good advise of praying every morning. Going to temple etc. my religious nature accepted her suggestions without any doubt. I started going to mandir and praying every day. Other girls obviously labeled me as 'orthodox' but I was anyway not so friends with them.
And to my surprise, my concentration increased. I could study better. She gave me some 'Angara' (religious powder to be applied on forehead) and I genuinely felt that it is the reason why I am improving. I was happy. Blind faith. It increased my faith and dependency on her. I started sharing many things with her as anyway I had no other friend. I started following her advice. She seemed more like a 'sorcerer' (with Tantrik abilities) than a sage or a preacher. Whatever it was, I was happy to be under her spell as far as it was going well.
But all the concentration did not reflect good in my second class test. I used to go blank in the exam hall. I was frustrated and depressed. And at that time aunty was away to her home town. So could not really share it with her. I was so disappointed with my own performance. My prayers and her Angara seemed to have lost its charm.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sujata's ordeal-II
Aunty was back after my exams and when I visited her it seemed that she already knew my mental state. She comforted me with a smile. She looked at me and before I could say anything, she spoke my mind:
Aunty: mujhe pata hai ki tumhari exam thk nahi gayi aur semester exam pass aa rahi hai. chinta karna to jayaj hai...
[I know that u had a bad exam and ur semesters are round the corner, its obvious to be worried]
I: Per maine to maan lagake padha tha aur pooja bhi ki thi. Jaise aapne bataya, saab kiya tha. Per achanak se exma me saab bhool gayi.
[I studied hard and did all rituals as instructed by you but went blank in the exam]
My eyes were looking for solace and ears waiting for solution.
She stayed quite for a while. And with a thoughtful face she looked in my eye.
Aunty: You sure that you studied hard? And also did everything I said?
I: yes aunty. Every single thing.
Aunty: hmm, then I suspect this to be a case of some kind of black magic, voodoo type.
For me it was not so hard to believe in such things are they were common causes of failure in my town. So I just nodded in agreement. In fact I was convinced that this should be the cause of my down fall. Otherwise why such hardwork wont bear any fruit?
I was looking at her with anticipation and finally I asked if she could do something about it. She thought for some time and then asked me if I believed in black magic. My answer was obviously Yes.
She took a pause and then continued that this seemed to be a powerful black magic spell as otherwise the 'Angara' would have protected me. She sounded logical but that was not the solution. So she told me that may be her 'Guruji' can help me in this. And she promised me to take to him as early as possible.
I was relieved and was more than willing to get the spell off me as it had to happen before exams. And my wait was not too long. In the evening Aunty called me and told me that she will be visiting her guruji and I should accompany her. I immediately agreed and went to the decided meeting spot.
I was in light blue half sleeved salwar kameej with dupatta. We got a rickshaw and went to an apartment. My idea of guruji was very different. I imagined a hut or a bungalow type aashra, etc, but here we were climbing stairs of a building.
The building was not very new and the locality was not so great. We stood infront of a door and rang the bell. After a while the door was opened by a middle aged man. Aunty folded her hands and greeted him with 'namaste' so did I.
We entered the flat. It appeared to be a 3 BHK or so. The hall was big with a few plastic chairs across and a big wooden chair in the center. It was obvious that the chair must be Guruji's seat. I sat beside aunty. Aunty asked the gentleman who opened the door about 'baba' and he told her that baba will soon be there.
I waited looking around and playing with my duppata and I saw baba coming out from one of the rooms. I was expecting a long haired sage in saffron clothes. But there he stood, a man in late 50s or may be early 60s. Balding white hair with gray beard, dark complexion and tall but fat built. He was wearing stones in each finger with lot of gold, silver and stone in his neck chains. The broad tilak on his forehead was making him look authoritative. He was in dhoti and bare above showing his hairy chest and well fed belly.
On his arrival, aunty immediately went and touched his feet. And I followed. He touched my head and gave me ashirwad. As we sat he gave some instructions to the middle aged man, now it was clear that he was a disciple of baba. With baba's orders Pratap uncle (the middle aged man) went in and then baba called my name.
I was surprised as to how would he know my name? That too full name. I was nervous. I walked towards him, and looked at aunty. She was sitting at her chair, watching me walk.
As I reached his chair, baba looked me in eye. I couldnt stand his gaze and immediately my eyes lowered. Looking at his feet. Baba again took my name. And this time told me about my town, my background, family etc. I was really impressed under the weight of his personality and predictive powers.
Baba: Sujata, kisine to tumhare uper kali karni ki hai. Ye saab kisne kiya hai ye jane keliye thida samay lagega. Per haam nahi chahte ki tumhara exam kharab ho jaye.
[it will take time to find out who has done this, but by that time it will be too late considering your exams]
He took out a black thread from his pocket that had a locket at the end.
Baba: ye tumhe safe rakhega, kuchh samay keliye. Taab tak hum aalsi kaaran dhund lenge.
[this will protect you for some time and till then I will find the true culprit]
( I am going to write all dialogues in english with some hindi words in it. It is too painful to write everything twice in two languages)
I nodded. I was standing at lesser than an arms length distance from baba. Looking down and listening to him carefully. Suddenly I found his hand approaching me, aimed at my dupatta. My heart skipped a beat but I did not react. His hand gently took off the dupatta. I was breathing heavy.
His hand was slowly moving and I could feel the dupatta sliding off my half sleeves. His hand held it and put it on the arm of his chair. Dont know why, but I felt that his eyes were constantly on my face. That made me more conscious.
Baba: hmm, you are already wearing a pendent. But you will have to get rid of this to wear the new one.
Baba got down from his chair and before I could take back my hands to unhook it, baba was at my back. I couldnt see but my whole body was feeling his close presence. My body shivered when he placed his hands on my neck from back. He moved his fingers freely on my fair neck. I felt ticklish . Soon his fingers were working on the hook of my necklace.
The necklace was out in no time and baba moved to front with the necklace in his hand.
Baba: take this beta. You wont be wearing it for some time now.
He smiled giving me the necklace. As I took the necklace, he employed both his hands on my 5 kurta buttons. Slowly opening each one starting from top. My shy nature totally submitted to his authority, letting him open top three buttons.
My hear was beating too fast giving a good view of my heaving cleavage to baba. I could feel his eyes piercing my cleavage though my eyes were on ground like a scared dog.
Baba: Sujata, this 'tabij' should always touch your skin and not anything on top. That is you wont be wearing any BRA till you are going to wear this 'tabij'.
The words were direct and orderly. And some how my mind was too slow to grasp the situation.
Baba: Will you remove it Sujata?
Baba asked again. His voice was showing patience. I was so much under pressure, that my hands went to my back, to unhook my bra on the kurta. As my hands went back, my chest came forward . Baba was standing so close that now there was bare half an inch distance between my 'joban' and baba's hairy chest.
I was struggling to open the bra hook with shivering hands.
Baba: dont worry beta, I will help you with that.
My mouth went dry. I wanted to tell him that I will do it, but my mouth refused to speak any word. Just my face was raised, making it more embarrassing for me as baba almost hugged me to take his hands on my back. He opened the hook like an expert, pressing me completely on his chest. I had been felt this way many times in DTC but it was never so close and never so hard.
Now, knowing that I am too shy to resist, baba slided both his hands on my arms on sides. He grabbed the bra strap and slowly pulled it down. I could see my hands co operate and bend to let him pull off the straps out from my elbow.
I was thrilled. But he gave me little time to control my breath as his hands were immediately on the remaining two buttons of my kurta. I was breathing heavy. Making my cleavage show more and more.
The scene was full of surprises for me. Baba in one swift motion held my bra from front and pulled it off. My firm jugs jiggled as the bra was pulled off. And I was stunned. My mouth was dry and I was sweating in the cold weather.
He now took the 'tabij' and chanted some mantras aloud. His voice was very loud and got me more scared and pressed under the weight of his personality. He continued chanting and with one hand he held my waist and the other hand with 'tabif' now approached my left boob.
My legs started to shake. I was so nervous as his warm hand cupped my left boob. It was clearly a hard squeeze as I moaned in pain. But he repeated the same as my eyes almost closed and face cringed on pain. I could not move due to his tight grip on waist.
Fortunately, that was it for the day. He wore the tabij on me. And told me that strictly it should be body touching and no person other than myself or him should touch it without his permission. He did not forget to mention that I should not be wearing any bra any more.
He moved back to his chair. Chanting Hari Om Hari Om. I quckly buttoned my kurta and ducked the tabij inside. It felt weird to wear kurta being naked inside. Soon I left the place with aunty. Aunty later told me to give her the report of my day to day progress and warned me to strictly observe what I was told.
(To be continued in next post due to limited words in a post)
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