25-10-2025, 06:14 PM
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## Update 42: The Week of Freedom Begins (Avi and Pooja Bua/Raj)
It was the next day, Monday. I didn't go to schoool today, as per my Chacha's instructions. My Chacha and all three Chachis—Suman, Seema, and Meena—left early in the morning for the the Maharaj village. Now, I was truly alone in the house. My grandfather had been sent to an ashram for long-term treatment for his illness one year after my own recovery, so it was just me. Chachi had wisely prepared and left enough food for the day. I didn't have to cook today, giving me complete daytime freedom.
I kept studying with Komal for two hours daily, maintaining the alibi and routine established with Neha Bua. I know Neha Bua would only talk to me because of her daughter's studies, so I was committed to the teaching schedule.
In the late afternoon (specifically 4 p.m. to 6 p.m.), after coming from Komal's house, I locked my house. I was walking to Pooja Bua's house as arranged when a sudden, heavy downpour soaked me completely. I was shivering by the time I reached her door. At Pooja Bua's house, there was only Pooja Bua and her son, Raj, who is younger than me. Pooja Bua's two daughters are older and are studying in the city.
As soon as I entered the house, Raj came running to me, his eyes shining with pure excitement, but he stopped short, seeing me soaked.
Pooja Bua, who was in the living room, called out, her voice slightly irritated by my wet presence. "Why are you completely soaked, Avi? Don't stand there, you'll catch a cold!"
She walked quickly to the linen cupboard, pulling out a large towel. She handed it to me, her hand brushing mine. "Here, take this. Go to the bedroom and change immediately. You can't stay in those clothes."
"Yes, Bua," I said, peeling off my sodden shirt. I started unbuckling my trousers right there in the living room.
She gasped and turned her head away, a fleeting look of surprise and a strange, quickening curiosity flashing in her eyes as she saw my wet torso and the outline of my body for the first time. She hadn't looked at me as a young man before now. "Go inside the room first!" she commanded, her voice suddenly strained.
I went into the bedroom. I quickly dried my chest and legs with the towel, realizing I had no alternative clothes with me, as I was only meant to be staying the night.
I was rubbing the towel roughly over my lower body, focused intently on warming myself up. The shock of the cold from the rain and the sudden exposure in the warm room had caused my lunď to stand fully erect. The rough sound of the towel against my skin and the lingering chill occupied all my attention.
The bedroom door opened slowly, but I didn't register the soft creak or the immediate presence.
Pooja Bua stood frozen mid-step in the doorway, holding a freshly folded shirt. Her gaze dropped instantly to my groin, fixing on the thick, hard length of my lunď. She was utterly captivated. Her voice failed her, and she remained perfectly still for a long moment, visibly struck by the raw male display. I didn't see her entry; I only felt the sudden shift in the air.
"Avi!" Pooja Bua finally called out, her voice sharp and breathy, breaking the heavy stillness.
I snapped my head up, startled by the sound of my name, and instantly realized I was completely exposed.
I instantly brought the towel up, covering my groin, my face burning with sudden shame and confusion.
She blinked rapidly, finding her voice, which was now soft and slightly breathless. "I'm sorry, Avi! I... I didn't think you were... I mean .." She shoved the shirt and, next to it, a second, even larger towel into my hands. "Wear this shirt. It's long, it will be fine. And use the big towel to wrap yourself for the night. Since we're going to sleep, you can adjust."
"Thank you, Bua," I mumbled, grabbing the items and covering myself properly.
Raj came running to me, his eyes shining. "Bhaiya, let's play!"
Pooja Bua, visibly flustered but recovering quickly, called out from the doorway. "First, have some tea and a snack. Then you two can play until dinner."
Raj was happy today. After so many days, he was finally playing with me. Raj proudly showed me his room, and we spent the time playing, laughing, and running around like that until it was time for dinner.
Pooja Bua called out from the kitchen. "Raj, Avi, come eat dinner. It's getting late."
"Yes, Bua," I said.
We ate dinner together. Afterward, Raj, being the studious one, immediately started studying. I, with my free evening, started talking to Bua, trying to make polite conversation and not draw her scrutiny.
Pooja Bua asked, her voice returning to its normal, controlled tone, leaning forward slightly. "How are your studies going, Avi?"
"They're going well, Bua," I replied, meeting her eyes.
"And schoool?" she pressed.
"That's also good," I confirmed.
She paused, taking a slow sip of her water, and then looked me over, her eyes tracing my frame again, but this time with a new, distinct curiosity that made my skin prickle. "Looking at you, it doesn't seem like you spend all your time studying. You've built a good, healthy body. You look strong," she observed, her expression surprised, the statement feeling like less of a compliment and more of an assessment.
I explained, shifting my weight on the chair. "That's just from playing on the ground. And I study with Komal now, so I have to keep up."
She murmured, a new, playful smile forming on her face, teasing me. "Hmm. You must have wooed some girl at schoool with that build."
I blushed deeply, feeling the heat rise to my ears, and shook my head, avoiding her playful gaze. "No."
She insisted, her eyebrows arching slightly, her eyes twinkling with the playful accusation. "What? You look good, you're smart, and you have a good body, too."
I mumbled, sticking to the truth of my recent isolation. "No one talks to me at schoool, Bua."
"Why not?" she asked, tilting her head, genuinely puzzled.
"I don't know," I said.
"Do you at least have friends at schoool?" she asked, her tone softening.
I shook my head no again.
She frowned slightly. "What? No friends?"
"I never had time for that because of my studies and Madam's tuition," I explained simply.
She considered this, then offered her advice, her voice surprisingly liberal. "You should make time. If you don't have fun now, when will you? You're a young man now."
"Yes, Bua," I said, accepting the advice gracefully.
As we continued talking, I felt the air between us tighten. I noticed her eyes flicking down occasionally toward the towel I had wrapped around my waist—the bulky fabric covering the memory of the cold-induced stiffness. I observed that Pooja Bua was trying to sneak a peek into the edges of the towel, her gaze quick and darting, as if hoping to glimpse my lunď again. That observation sent a rush of strange excitement through me. That recognition somehow pleased me; that fleeting attention made my lunď stir and harden slightly beneath the soft towel. I instinctively tried to hide it harder, pressing the thick fabric against my body with renewed pressure, a sudden knot of nervousness tightening in my gut.
She stood up abruptly, stretching her arms high above her head. The action tightened the fabric of her blouse across her chest, pulling her magnificent breasts upward and accentuating their full, attractive structure.
My eyes were instantly drawn to the sight, and I momentarily forgot to breathe, openly enjoying the curve and the tight structure revealed by the stretch.
Pooja Bua noticed my lingering look immediately; a slight, knowing curve touched her lips, and she clearly enjoyed the attention she was getting. "Come on, it's late. Let's go to sleep now," she said, finally lowering her arms.
Pooja Bua said, making the decision without hesitation, waving her hand toward the back of the house. "Raj sleeps with me in the big bed. You can also sleep with us. The bed is large enough, and we can all sleep comfortably."
"As you wish, Bua. Thank you," I said.
I quickly went to the bedroom, now wearing the large, loose shirt that belonged to her husband. Raj was already soundly asleep, lying innocently in the center. Pooja Bua was lying on one side of the big bed, wearing a loose nighty that flowed around her. Raj was in the middle, and I carefully climbed onto the other side. After a while, I fell asleep, the arrangement feeling surprisingly intimate, sandwiched between Bua and her son.
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It was the next day, Monday. I didn't go to schoool today, as per my Chacha's instructions. My Chacha and all three Chachis—Suman, Seema, and Meena—left early in the morning for the the Maharaj village. Now, I was truly alone in the house. My grandfather had been sent to an ashram for long-term treatment for his illness one year after my own recovery, so it was just me. Chachi had wisely prepared and left enough food for the day. I didn't have to cook today, giving me complete daytime freedom.
I kept studying with Komal for two hours daily, maintaining the alibi and routine established with Neha Bua. I know Neha Bua would only talk to me because of her daughter's studies, so I was committed to the teaching schedule.
In the late afternoon (specifically 4 p.m. to 6 p.m.), after coming from Komal's house, I locked my house. I was walking to Pooja Bua's house as arranged when a sudden, heavy downpour soaked me completely. I was shivering by the time I reached her door. At Pooja Bua's house, there was only Pooja Bua and her son, Raj, who is younger than me. Pooja Bua's two daughters are older and are studying in the city.
As soon as I entered the house, Raj came running to me, his eyes shining with pure excitement, but he stopped short, seeing me soaked.
Pooja Bua, who was in the living room, called out, her voice slightly irritated by my wet presence. "Why are you completely soaked, Avi? Don't stand there, you'll catch a cold!"
She walked quickly to the linen cupboard, pulling out a large towel. She handed it to me, her hand brushing mine. "Here, take this. Go to the bedroom and change immediately. You can't stay in those clothes."
"Yes, Bua," I said, peeling off my sodden shirt. I started unbuckling my trousers right there in the living room.
She gasped and turned her head away, a fleeting look of surprise and a strange, quickening curiosity flashing in her eyes as she saw my wet torso and the outline of my body for the first time. She hadn't looked at me as a young man before now. "Go inside the room first!" she commanded, her voice suddenly strained.
I went into the bedroom. I quickly dried my chest and legs with the towel, realizing I had no alternative clothes with me, as I was only meant to be staying the night.
I was rubbing the towel roughly over my lower body, focused intently on warming myself up. The shock of the cold from the rain and the sudden exposure in the warm room had caused my lunď to stand fully erect. The rough sound of the towel against my skin and the lingering chill occupied all my attention.
The bedroom door opened slowly, but I didn't register the soft creak or the immediate presence.
Pooja Bua stood frozen mid-step in the doorway, holding a freshly folded shirt. Her gaze dropped instantly to my groin, fixing on the thick, hard length of my lunď. She was utterly captivated. Her voice failed her, and she remained perfectly still for a long moment, visibly struck by the raw male display. I didn't see her entry; I only felt the sudden shift in the air.
"Avi!" Pooja Bua finally called out, her voice sharp and breathy, breaking the heavy stillness.
I snapped my head up, startled by the sound of my name, and instantly realized I was completely exposed.
I instantly brought the towel up, covering my groin, my face burning with sudden shame and confusion.
She blinked rapidly, finding her voice, which was now soft and slightly breathless. "I'm sorry, Avi! I... I didn't think you were... I mean .." She shoved the shirt and, next to it, a second, even larger towel into my hands. "Wear this shirt. It's long, it will be fine. And use the big towel to wrap yourself for the night. Since we're going to sleep, you can adjust."
"Thank you, Bua," I mumbled, grabbing the items and covering myself properly.
Raj came running to me, his eyes shining. "Bhaiya, let's play!"
Pooja Bua, visibly flustered but recovering quickly, called out from the doorway. "First, have some tea and a snack. Then you two can play until dinner."
Raj was happy today. After so many days, he was finally playing with me. Raj proudly showed me his room, and we spent the time playing, laughing, and running around like that until it was time for dinner.
Pooja Bua called out from the kitchen. "Raj, Avi, come eat dinner. It's getting late."
"Yes, Bua," I said.
We ate dinner together. Afterward, Raj, being the studious one, immediately started studying. I, with my free evening, started talking to Bua, trying to make polite conversation and not draw her scrutiny.
Pooja Bua asked, her voice returning to its normal, controlled tone, leaning forward slightly. "How are your studies going, Avi?"
"They're going well, Bua," I replied, meeting her eyes.
"And schoool?" she pressed.
"That's also good," I confirmed.
She paused, taking a slow sip of her water, and then looked me over, her eyes tracing my frame again, but this time with a new, distinct curiosity that made my skin prickle. "Looking at you, it doesn't seem like you spend all your time studying. You've built a good, healthy body. You look strong," she observed, her expression surprised, the statement feeling like less of a compliment and more of an assessment.
I explained, shifting my weight on the chair. "That's just from playing on the ground. And I study with Komal now, so I have to keep up."
She murmured, a new, playful smile forming on her face, teasing me. "Hmm. You must have wooed some girl at schoool with that build."
I blushed deeply, feeling the heat rise to my ears, and shook my head, avoiding her playful gaze. "No."
She insisted, her eyebrows arching slightly, her eyes twinkling with the playful accusation. "What? You look good, you're smart, and you have a good body, too."
I mumbled, sticking to the truth of my recent isolation. "No one talks to me at schoool, Bua."
"Why not?" she asked, tilting her head, genuinely puzzled.
"I don't know," I said.
"Do you at least have friends at schoool?" she asked, her tone softening.
I shook my head no again.
She frowned slightly. "What? No friends?"
"I never had time for that because of my studies and Madam's tuition," I explained simply.
She considered this, then offered her advice, her voice surprisingly liberal. "You should make time. If you don't have fun now, when will you? You're a young man now."
"Yes, Bua," I said, accepting the advice gracefully.
As we continued talking, I felt the air between us tighten. I noticed her eyes flicking down occasionally toward the towel I had wrapped around my waist—the bulky fabric covering the memory of the cold-induced stiffness. I observed that Pooja Bua was trying to sneak a peek into the edges of the towel, her gaze quick and darting, as if hoping to glimpse my lunď again. That observation sent a rush of strange excitement through me. That recognition somehow pleased me; that fleeting attention made my lunď stir and harden slightly beneath the soft towel. I instinctively tried to hide it harder, pressing the thick fabric against my body with renewed pressure, a sudden knot of nervousness tightening in my gut.
She stood up abruptly, stretching her arms high above her head. The action tightened the fabric of her blouse across her chest, pulling her magnificent breasts upward and accentuating their full, attractive structure.
My eyes were instantly drawn to the sight, and I momentarily forgot to breathe, openly enjoying the curve and the tight structure revealed by the stretch.
Pooja Bua noticed my lingering look immediately; a slight, knowing curve touched her lips, and she clearly enjoyed the attention she was getting. "Come on, it's late. Let's go to sleep now," she said, finally lowering her arms.
Pooja Bua said, making the decision without hesitation, waving her hand toward the back of the house. "Raj sleeps with me in the big bed. You can also sleep with us. The bed is large enough, and we can all sleep comfortably."
"As you wish, Bua. Thank you," I said.
I quickly went to the bedroom, now wearing the large, loose shirt that belonged to her husband. Raj was already soundly asleep, lying innocently in the center. Pooja Bua was lying on one side of the big bed, wearing a loose nighty that flowed around her. Raj was in the middle, and I carefully climbed onto the other side. After a while, I fell asleep, the arrangement feeling surprisingly intimate, sandwiched between Bua and her son.
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