28-10-2025, 09:15 PM
## Update 55: The Secret Donor (Avi, Suman, Seema, and Meena Chachi)
The house went completely silent, heavy with the late hour. I pretended to sleep, but the soft, tense whispers drifted easily to my room. I shifted gently, pressing my ear to the door, listening to Suman Chachi, Seema, and Meena Chachi gathered in the main hall. Their voices were barely audible.
"Meena, is the work in the village done? Now what is the next step?" Suman Chachi leaned back against the sofa, her hands clasped tightly, her voice thin with expectation.
"Assume it's done." Meena Chachi nodded, a serene and confident calmness in her voice.
"Did you find the man?" Seema shifted on her seat, her eyes fixed nervously between her sisters-in-law. Her voice was a tight, eager question.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed simply.
"Go and ask him tomorrow, then." Suman Chachi's hands unclasped, her body tensing slightly.
"That will take a little time." Meena Chachi shook her head slowly, allowing a deliberate pause to hang in the air.
"Why?" Suman Chachi frowned, a deep crease forming between her brows.
"I haven't asked him yet," Meena Chachi admitted softly.
"What? You haven't asked him yet?" Suman Chachi stared at her, her voice rising in disbelief. She slapped her knee lightly, the small sound loud in the quiet hall. "What if he says no?"
"I trust him more than I trust myself." Meena Chachi smiled, a triumphant, secretive light in her eyes. The depth of her confidence stopped Suman Chachi's questions.
"How old is he? Does he look good?" Seema leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her eyes wide with bright curiosity.
"He's still young. And he looks good, too." Meena Chachi shrugged lightly, a careless dismissal of the details.
"Meena, you're not thinking about a boy, are you? We need a viable option." Suman Chachi watched her, her suspicion hardening into a voice that was old and firm with worry.
"Yes, he is a boy." Meena Chachi nodded once, confirming the fact, utterly unconcerned by Suman Chachi's fear.
"Really? A young one?" Seema clapped her hands together softly, a happy shock widening her eyes.
"Suman Didi, his lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chachaji's." Meena Chachi leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper.
"But being long doesn't mean you can become a mother. It has to work." Suman Didi dismissed the measurement with a quick wave of her hand. Her focus remained completely practical.
"You can leave that part to me." Meena Chachi smiled again, a hint of hard steel in her voice that was absolute.
"Are you telling the truth? If yes, I'll do it with him first. I'm desperate." Seema Chachi looked at her eagerly, whispering urgently, her need raw.
"No, I'll check first. If I become a mother, then it's your turn." Meena Chachi crossed her arms, claiming the right fiercely.
"I'm older than you! I'll become a mother first." Seema protested immediately, her voice cracking with impatience.
"Suman Didi is the oldest. And besides," Meena Chachi whispered, her voice tightening with the real, undeniable risk, "he can still say no to you both. First, I'll secure the arrangement. And I take the biggest risk: Avi's Chachaji sleeps with me. If you suddenly become pregnant in my place, Avi's Chachaji will instantly find out the truth."
"Okay. You become a mother first, then we will line up." Seema conceded, nodding slowly, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.
"I'll start trying to win him over from tomorrow." Meena Chachi stated, her eyes gleaming with a fierce, calculating anticipation.
"Okay, it's late now. We should go to sleep." Suman Chachi checked the clock on the wall, ending the meeting.
"We'll talk more tomorrow." Meena Chachi rose, her posture confident.
I lay there in the dark, my body rigid, my heart hammering a quick, frantic rhythm against the mattress. A boy... with a long, thick lunď... who they want to use to become mothers. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat, and a knot of confusion and fear tightened in my gut. My mind raced, trying to put together the pieces of this dangerous, whispered plan. A sharp, burning curiosity mixed with a deep sense of dread—what were my Chachis truly planning, and what did this new, unknown boy mean for us all? The secret hung heavy and terrifying in the quiet darkness of the house.
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The house went completely silent, heavy with the late hour. I pretended to sleep, but the soft, tense whispers drifted easily to my room. I shifted gently, pressing my ear to the door, listening to Suman Chachi, Seema, and Meena Chachi gathered in the main hall. Their voices were barely audible.
"Meena, is the work in the village done? Now what is the next step?" Suman Chachi leaned back against the sofa, her hands clasped tightly, her voice thin with expectation.
"Assume it's done." Meena Chachi nodded, a serene and confident calmness in her voice.
"Did you find the man?" Seema shifted on her seat, her eyes fixed nervously between her sisters-in-law. Her voice was a tight, eager question.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed simply.
"Go and ask him tomorrow, then." Suman Chachi's hands unclasped, her body tensing slightly.
"That will take a little time." Meena Chachi shook her head slowly, allowing a deliberate pause to hang in the air.
"Why?" Suman Chachi frowned, a deep crease forming between her brows.
"I haven't asked him yet," Meena Chachi admitted softly.
"What? You haven't asked him yet?" Suman Chachi stared at her, her voice rising in disbelief. She slapped her knee lightly, the small sound loud in the quiet hall. "What if he says no?"
"I trust him more than I trust myself." Meena Chachi smiled, a triumphant, secretive light in her eyes. The depth of her confidence stopped Suman Chachi's questions.
"How old is he? Does he look good?" Seema leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her eyes wide with bright curiosity.
"He's still young. And he looks good, too." Meena Chachi shrugged lightly, a careless dismissal of the details.
"Meena, you're not thinking about a boy, are you? We need a viable option." Suman Chachi watched her, her suspicion hardening into a voice that was old and firm with worry.
"Yes, he is a boy." Meena Chachi nodded once, confirming the fact, utterly unconcerned by Suman Chachi's fear.
"Really? A young one?" Seema clapped her hands together softly, a happy shock widening her eyes.
"Suman Didi, his lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chachaji's." Meena Chachi leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper.
"But being long doesn't mean you can become a mother. It has to work." Suman Didi dismissed the measurement with a quick wave of her hand. Her focus remained completely practical.
"You can leave that part to me." Meena Chachi smiled again, a hint of hard steel in her voice that was absolute.
"Are you telling the truth? If yes, I'll do it with him first. I'm desperate." Seema Chachi looked at her eagerly, whispering urgently, her need raw.
"No, I'll check first. If I become a mother, then it's your turn." Meena Chachi crossed her arms, claiming the right fiercely.
"I'm older than you! I'll become a mother first." Seema protested immediately, her voice cracking with impatience.
"Suman Didi is the oldest. And besides," Meena Chachi whispered, her voice tightening with the real, undeniable risk, "he can still say no to you both. First, I'll secure the arrangement. And I take the biggest risk: Avi's Chachaji sleeps with me. If you suddenly become pregnant in my place, Avi's Chachaji will instantly find out the truth."
"Okay. You become a mother first, then we will line up." Seema conceded, nodding slowly, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.
"I'll start trying to win him over from tomorrow." Meena Chachi stated, her eyes gleaming with a fierce, calculating anticipation.
"Okay, it's late now. We should go to sleep." Suman Chachi checked the clock on the wall, ending the meeting.
"We'll talk more tomorrow." Meena Chachi rose, her posture confident.
I lay there in the dark, my body rigid, my heart hammering a quick, frantic rhythm against the mattress. A boy... with a long, thick lunď... who they want to use to become mothers. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat, and a knot of confusion and fear tightened in my gut. My mind raced, trying to put together the pieces of this dangerous, whispered plan. A sharp, burning curiosity mixed with a deep sense of dread—what were my Chachis truly planning, and what did this new, unknown boy mean for us all? The secret hung heavy and terrifying in the quiet darkness of the house.
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