28-10-2025, 09:23 PM
## Update 56: The Letter and the Alibi (Avi and Meena Chachi)
The next morning, Meena Chachi had to shake me awake. The long nights at Bua's house had ruined my internal clock. I rushed to get fresh and went straight to college. The campus felt empty. I found Komal, who explained that Principal Sir had closed most classes until the exams so we could focus on self-study. Only a few of us were using the library.
I scanned the library, looking for Mala, but she wasn't there. Mala was definitely studying at home. I sat with Komal and managed to focus on my studies for a few good hours.
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While Avi was at college, the deep cleaning frenzy began at his house. Women always feel a strong need to purify their space after returning from travel; even if a place looks spotless, they won't find peace until they've personally scrubbed it.
Meena Chachi started with Avi's room. Under the table, she found a familiar object: the empty, disposable food box. It was the same container the unknown boy delivered, which Avi ate from in his room. Meena turned the box over in her hands, a fleeting, curious expression crossing her face, before she set it back down.
She moved to the bed. She pulled the mattress slightly away from the headboard.
Meena's eyes immediately fell on the paperback hidden beneath the mattress. The weight had folded two or three of the corners, making some of the provocative pictures inside the book visible along the edges. She picked up the book, her fingers running over the cheap cover.
She paused, staring at the images. A slow smirk spread across her face. Meena thought that perhaps Avi had been jerking off in the bathroom that day because he was looking at this book.
As she was turning the pages, a folded sheet of paper tucked deep inside the book slipped out and fluttered softly to the floor.
She bent down quickly and picked up the page. Her eyes widened as she recognized the neat, feminine script.
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*(This is the same letter that Madam wrote to me. She told me explicitly to burn the letter. I was so arrogant and sure of myself, so secure in my secrets. Now that letter is in Chote Chachi's hands. People always say to listen to the words of your elders. I don't know what price I'll have to pay because I didn't listen to Madam today.)*
Meena Chachi read the letter carefully. As she finished, a distinct happiness bloomed on her face, chasing away the earlier professional look of cleaning. The letter didn't mention explicit details, but the tender, possessive language and the intimacy in the writing made it clear that "Madam" and I had been sexually involved. Meena Chachi folded the letter carefully and slipped it discreetly into the pocket of her salwar. She then replaced the book precisely where she had found it and continued cleaning the room.
I came home from college. I ate the lunch Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi had cooked, and then went to sleep, completely unaware of the bomb that had just been planted in my room.
In the evening, I went to Komal's house for our study time. After a little while, Meena Chachi arrived at Neha Bua's house, pretending it was just a neighborly visit. Then, she pulled me away.
"Come on, Avi, walk with me to the market." Her tone was light and easy, but my body went instantly rigid.
We walked to Mangala Kaki's shop. Meena Chachi started talking to Mangala Kaki, initiating a friendly conversation. Rati was behind the counter. She and I immediately started exchanging subtle, excited signals with our eyes, confirming our shared secret from the day before.
"Rati did such a wonderful job at our house yesterday. The cleaning was meticulous." Meena Chachi nodded emphatically to Mangala Kaki, her face serious with praise.
"She is a very good girl. She always does her best." Mangala Kaki smiled, bursting with obvious pride.
Meena Chachi and I exchanged a quick, meaningful glance over the counter. Her praise cemented Rati's alibi perfectly. Rati's face, too, shone with relief. The path to our next secret rendezvous was clear. I felt a quick surge of relief, but a flicker of cold anxiety remained—Meena Chachi's eyes held a strange, knowing look that I couldn't understand.
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The next morning, Meena Chachi had to shake me awake. The long nights at Bua's house had ruined my internal clock. I rushed to get fresh and went straight to college. The campus felt empty. I found Komal, who explained that Principal Sir had closed most classes until the exams so we could focus on self-study. Only a few of us were using the library.
I scanned the library, looking for Mala, but she wasn't there. Mala was definitely studying at home. I sat with Komal and managed to focus on my studies for a few good hours.
---
While Avi was at college, the deep cleaning frenzy began at his house. Women always feel a strong need to purify their space after returning from travel; even if a place looks spotless, they won't find peace until they've personally scrubbed it.
Meena Chachi started with Avi's room. Under the table, she found a familiar object: the empty, disposable food box. It was the same container the unknown boy delivered, which Avi ate from in his room. Meena turned the box over in her hands, a fleeting, curious expression crossing her face, before she set it back down.
She moved to the bed. She pulled the mattress slightly away from the headboard.
Meena's eyes immediately fell on the paperback hidden beneath the mattress. The weight had folded two or three of the corners, making some of the provocative pictures inside the book visible along the edges. She picked up the book, her fingers running over the cheap cover.
She paused, staring at the images. A slow smirk spread across her face. Meena thought that perhaps Avi had been jerking off in the bathroom that day because he was looking at this book.
As she was turning the pages, a folded sheet of paper tucked deep inside the book slipped out and fluttered softly to the floor.
She bent down quickly and picked up the page. Her eyes widened as she recognized the neat, feminine script.
---
*(This is the same letter that Madam wrote to me. She told me explicitly to burn the letter. I was so arrogant and sure of myself, so secure in my secrets. Now that letter is in Chote Chachi's hands. People always say to listen to the words of your elders. I don't know what price I'll have to pay because I didn't listen to Madam today.)*
Meena Chachi read the letter carefully. As she finished, a distinct happiness bloomed on her face, chasing away the earlier professional look of cleaning. The letter didn't mention explicit details, but the tender, possessive language and the intimacy in the writing made it clear that "Madam" and I had been sexually involved. Meena Chachi folded the letter carefully and slipped it discreetly into the pocket of her salwar. She then replaced the book precisely where she had found it and continued cleaning the room.
I came home from college. I ate the lunch Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi had cooked, and then went to sleep, completely unaware of the bomb that had just been planted in my room.
In the evening, I went to Komal's house for our study time. After a little while, Meena Chachi arrived at Neha Bua's house, pretending it was just a neighborly visit. Then, she pulled me away.
"Come on, Avi, walk with me to the market." Her tone was light and easy, but my body went instantly rigid.
We walked to Mangala Kaki's shop. Meena Chachi started talking to Mangala Kaki, initiating a friendly conversation. Rati was behind the counter. She and I immediately started exchanging subtle, excited signals with our eyes, confirming our shared secret from the day before.
"Rati did such a wonderful job at our house yesterday. The cleaning was meticulous." Meena Chachi nodded emphatically to Mangala Kaki, her face serious with praise.
"She is a very good girl. She always does her best." Mangala Kaki smiled, bursting with obvious pride.
Meena Chachi and I exchanged a quick, meaningful glance over the counter. Her praise cemented Rati's alibi perfectly. Rati's face, too, shone with relief. The path to our next secret rendezvous was clear. I felt a quick surge of relief, but a flicker of cold anxiety remained—Meena Chachi's eyes held a strange, knowing look that I couldn't understand.
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