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## Update 24: The Evasion and the Chachis' Concern
I walked home in a daze, a profound sense of fulfillment and excitement surging through me. I was happy because of my first time. Just thinking that my initiation into sex was with Madam, a woman so beautiful and intelligent, sent a strange, powerful current through my body. The memory of her instructions, her gasps, and the feeling of my whole self inside her was intoxicating.
I was so lost in thoughts about sex that I didn't even realize when I had reached my house. When I entered the door, I saw my Suman Chachi standing there, her arms crossed, looking distinctly displeased.
"Where were you?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern and annoyance.
"At Madam's house," I replied, the lie feeling easy on my tongue after the past few hours.
She narrowed her eyes and looked pointedly at my hands. "But you don't have your bag with you," she said, her suspicion immediately rising.
"Madam taught me from the book she keeps there, her own special book," I lied smoothly, relying on the truth of the stolen book to make the current lie sound convincing.
"For so long? You've been gone since twelve, Avi," she pressed, her voice full of doubt.
I thought, What should I tell you? It's so late because of sex, because your nephew was learning the final chapter. "First, I went to play at the ground, and then went directly to Madam's house from there," I said.
"You were at Madam's house for three hours?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. The length of time was clearly what worried her most.
"Yes. Madam said she's leaving schoool next month," I quickly improvised, pulling a new, convenient lie from the air. "So she said we should take advantage and study a little longer today to cover more ground."
"Are you telling the truth, or are you making it up?" she asked, challenging me directly.
"You can ask Madam," I said, trying to meet her eyes steadily, knowing she wouldn't actually confront the teacher.
"Okay. Leave it," she sighed, letting the matter of the time drop. "But you could have at least come home and told us after playing, instead of going straight there," she scolded, her voice softening slightly now that the worst of her anger was past.
"I didn't remember. I was so focused on getting to Madam's that I completely forgot. And by the time I thought of it, it was getting late, so I couldn't come home," I explained, relying on the plausibility of a child's forgetfulness.
She stepped closer, her expression shifting to one of deep, motherly concern. "Look, I trust you completely that you won't lie to me. I'm just scared that you might pick up some bad habits or start wandering off," she said, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek.
"Chachi, I won't do anything bad that would make you feel ashamed. I promise," I swore, the lie feeling heavy yet necessary.
"My sweet son. Go and watch TV now," she said, satisfied with my promise, and sent me off.
I watched TV for a bit, ate dinner, and went to sleep. I fell asleep instantly, the exhaustion and emotional high from my first sexual encounter completely overcoming me.
Later that night, Suman Chachi called Meena Chachi.
"Meena, listen, come to my room. I have some work for you," Suman Chachi called out.
"Yes, Didi" Meena Chachi said, coming into the room.
"What's the matter, Didi ?" Meena Chachi asked, shutting the door.
"I wanted to talk about Avi," Suman Chachi said, her brow furrowed.
"Yes, what do you want to talk about?" Meena Chachi asked, immediately focusing.
"Did you see? He looked a little weak today, pale maybe. And he came home so late from Madam's," Suman Chachi said, voicing her deepest worries.
"He must be tired from playing and studying hard. You know how focused he is," Meena Chachi said, trying to be the rational one.
"Yes, but that day he went to Neha's (Neha Bua's) house without telling us, and today he went to Madam's house without telling us after playing," Suman Chachi persisted. "He's starting to develop a habit of going wherever he likes."
"It must have gotten late, or he must have forgotten. You worry too much," Meena Chachi reassured her, though the concern was clearly starting to take root.
"I am worried about him. What if he's in bad company? What if he's doing something we don't know about, going places we can't see?" my paternal aunt said, the worry turning into outright suspicion.
"You're worrying for no reason, didi . But, to put your mind at ease, I'll meet Madam tomorrow," Meena Chachi said, offering a solution. "I'll casually ask about his studies and the time, okay?"
"Yes, please meet Madam once," Suman Chachi said, her relief palpable. "Just make sure he's not lying about the extra study hours."
"I'll meet her tomorrow evening. Now I'm leaving, or Avi's uncle will go crazy waiting for me," Meena Chachi said, slipping out of the room, now tasked with investigating Avi's late hours.
I walked home in a daze, a profound sense of fulfillment and excitement surging through me. I was happy because of my first time. Just thinking that my initiation into sex was with Madam, a woman so beautiful and intelligent, sent a strange, powerful current through my body. The memory of her instructions, her gasps, and the feeling of my whole self inside her was intoxicating.
I was so lost in thoughts about sex that I didn't even realize when I had reached my house. When I entered the door, I saw my Suman Chachi standing there, her arms crossed, looking distinctly displeased.
"Where were you?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern and annoyance.
"At Madam's house," I replied, the lie feeling easy on my tongue after the past few hours.
She narrowed her eyes and looked pointedly at my hands. "But you don't have your bag with you," she said, her suspicion immediately rising.
"Madam taught me from the book she keeps there, her own special book," I lied smoothly, relying on the truth of the stolen book to make the current lie sound convincing.
"For so long? You've been gone since twelve, Avi," she pressed, her voice full of doubt.
I thought, What should I tell you? It's so late because of sex, because your nephew was learning the final chapter. "First, I went to play at the ground, and then went directly to Madam's house from there," I said.
"You were at Madam's house for three hours?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. The length of time was clearly what worried her most.
"Yes. Madam said she's leaving schoool next month," I quickly improvised, pulling a new, convenient lie from the air. "So she said we should take advantage and study a little longer today to cover more ground."
"Are you telling the truth, or are you making it up?" she asked, challenging me directly.
"You can ask Madam," I said, trying to meet her eyes steadily, knowing she wouldn't actually confront the teacher.
"Okay. Leave it," she sighed, letting the matter of the time drop. "But you could have at least come home and told us after playing, instead of going straight there," she scolded, her voice softening slightly now that the worst of her anger was past.
"I didn't remember. I was so focused on getting to Madam's that I completely forgot. And by the time I thought of it, it was getting late, so I couldn't come home," I explained, relying on the plausibility of a child's forgetfulness.
She stepped closer, her expression shifting to one of deep, motherly concern. "Look, I trust you completely that you won't lie to me. I'm just scared that you might pick up some bad habits or start wandering off," she said, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek.
"Chachi, I won't do anything bad that would make you feel ashamed. I promise," I swore, the lie feeling heavy yet necessary.
"My sweet son. Go and watch TV now," she said, satisfied with my promise, and sent me off.
I watched TV for a bit, ate dinner, and went to sleep. I fell asleep instantly, the exhaustion and emotional high from my first sexual encounter completely overcoming me.
Later that night, Suman Chachi called Meena Chachi.
"Meena, listen, come to my room. I have some work for you," Suman Chachi called out.
"Yes, Didi" Meena Chachi said, coming into the room.
"What's the matter, Didi ?" Meena Chachi asked, shutting the door.
"I wanted to talk about Avi," Suman Chachi said, her brow furrowed.
"Yes, what do you want to talk about?" Meena Chachi asked, immediately focusing.
"Did you see? He looked a little weak today, pale maybe. And he came home so late from Madam's," Suman Chachi said, voicing her deepest worries.
"He must be tired from playing and studying hard. You know how focused he is," Meena Chachi said, trying to be the rational one.
"Yes, but that day he went to Neha's (Neha Bua's) house without telling us, and today he went to Madam's house without telling us after playing," Suman Chachi persisted. "He's starting to develop a habit of going wherever he likes."
"It must have gotten late, or he must have forgotten. You worry too much," Meena Chachi reassured her, though the concern was clearly starting to take root.
"I am worried about him. What if he's in bad company? What if he's doing something we don't know about, going places we can't see?" my paternal aunt said, the worry turning into outright suspicion.
"You're worrying for no reason, didi . But, to put your mind at ease, I'll meet Madam tomorrow," Meena Chachi said, offering a solution. "I'll casually ask about his studies and the time, okay?"
"Yes, please meet Madam once," Suman Chachi said, her relief palpable. "Just make sure he's not lying about the extra study hours."
"I'll meet her tomorrow evening. Now I'm leaving, or Avi's uncle will go crazy waiting for me," Meena Chachi said, slipping out of the room, now tasked with investigating Avi's late hours.
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