28-10-2025, 10:24 PM
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## Update 60: The Full Confession (Avi and Meena Chachi)
Meena Chachi rose from the bed, moving Madam's letter from her hand to her pocket. She began to walk around the room slowly, circling me where I sat hunched on the floor.
"And with whom else have you done it?" she asked, her voice calm, professional, and devoid of judgment.
"Only with Madam," I insisted, desperate to minimize the damage.
She stopped, putting her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed. "Do I look like a fool to you? I've seen more of the world than you've read about. Are you telling the truth or not?"
"I'm telling the truth."
"Look, don't be scared." She softened her voice slightly. "Tell me everything truthfully. It's for your own benefit, Avi. Keeping secrets from me now is the real danger."
*(Chachi won't tell Chachaji. She has leverage, but she's offering me an escape. If I tell Chachi everything, I'll tell her about Mona, too. It’s better she hears it from me.)*
"I also did it with one girl," I admitted, lowering my head, feeling the admission sting.
"What's her name?" she asked.
"Her name is Mona. She studies in my schoool."
"What? With a schoool girl? A classmate?" Meena Chachi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"She had done it before," I explained quickly. "She was experienced."
"Did she tell you about her experience?"
"Not her." I shifted my weight. "I saw her doing it with her brother and boyfriend."
"So you blackmailed her into it?" she asked, her tone sharpening with accusation.
"No," I denied. "She herself agreed to do it with me. She seemed excited."
Meena Chachi walked over to the desk, tapping her fingers lightly on the wood. "What is so special about you that she agreed to do it with you immediately? Why did she choose you?"
"How would I know? I didn't ask her." I shrugged helplessly. "You can ask Mona."
"Okay." Meena Chachi turned back to me, her face serious. "And with whom else did you do it? Don't stop there."
"I've told you everything," I pleaded, feeling the edges of hysteria creep in. "What else is left?"
"Don't act smart, Avi." She walked toward me, her shadow falling across my face, enveloping me. "You're becoming an adult, and at this age, if you fuck once, you get addicted. You've already done it with two women. I don't think you're satisfied with just two. Tell me the whole truth. Don't be scared of me. I won't tell your Chachaji."
I looked up at her, making one final, desperate negotiation. "You won't tell Chachaji, then I'll tell you the rest."
"Okay, I won't tell anyone," she promised, her voice a low guarantee.
"When you had gone to the village, I also did it with Pooja Bua," I confessed, the name heavy on my tongue.
Meena Chachi stared at me, a mixture of shock and clear fascination in her expression. "What? With Pooja Bua too? How did she agree to that?"
"Bua was already doing it with Rakesh, her friend's brother," I explained. "Now she did it with me too."
Meena Chachi slowly sat down on the bed again, digesting the information. She shook her head slowly, a faint smile touching her lips. "I knew that something was going on between Rakesh and Pooja Bua. I felt it."
"I told Bua that we'll do it once a week," I added, feeling the strange, foolish need to prove my competence and control.
"You've gone even further than I thought, Avi." She shook her head in disbelief.
I lowered my head, waiting for the expected reprimand and shame.
"With whom did you have more fun?" she asked instead, her voice now light, purely curious.
"I won't tell you," I said immediately. "You'll feel bad about the answer."
"You've told me that you slept with Madam and your schooolmate, and I didn't feel bad," she countered. "Why would I now?"
"With Pooja Bua." I took a breath and admitted it.
"What?" she asked, surprised. "Pooja Bua is much older than you. Why not with Mona, who's your age and unmarried?"
"It's... it's..." I stammered, trying to articulate the powerful, confusing feeling.
"Tell me now," she insisted.
"Because she's Bua," I finished simply, letting the confusing truth out.
"What? Because she's Bua?"
"I don't know," I admitted, my voice a whisper. "But doing it with Bua was different. It felt like something forbidden, something powerful."
"How was it different?" she pressed, leaning forward, her interest keen.
"I don't know the exact words," I said, frustrated by my inability to explain. "But what I didn't feel with Madam and Mona—that sense of breaking a rule that mattered—I felt with Bua."
Meena Chachi nodded slowly, her eyes distant, looking past me. "Okay, I understand. That sense of risk and intimacy." She was silent for a long moment, simply observing me. The tension in the room remained thick, but the fear I felt was slowly being replaced by a confused understanding.
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Meena Chachi rose from the bed, moving Madam's letter from her hand to her pocket. She began to walk around the room slowly, circling me where I sat hunched on the floor.
"And with whom else have you done it?" she asked, her voice calm, professional, and devoid of judgment.
"Only with Madam," I insisted, desperate to minimize the damage.
She stopped, putting her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed. "Do I look like a fool to you? I've seen more of the world than you've read about. Are you telling the truth or not?"
"I'm telling the truth."
"Look, don't be scared." She softened her voice slightly. "Tell me everything truthfully. It's for your own benefit, Avi. Keeping secrets from me now is the real danger."
*(Chachi won't tell Chachaji. She has leverage, but she's offering me an escape. If I tell Chachi everything, I'll tell her about Mona, too. It’s better she hears it from me.)*
"I also did it with one girl," I admitted, lowering my head, feeling the admission sting.
"What's her name?" she asked.
"Her name is Mona. She studies in my schoool."
"What? With a schoool girl? A classmate?" Meena Chachi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"She had done it before," I explained quickly. "She was experienced."
"Did she tell you about her experience?"
"Not her." I shifted my weight. "I saw her doing it with her brother and boyfriend."
"So you blackmailed her into it?" she asked, her tone sharpening with accusation.
"No," I denied. "She herself agreed to do it with me. She seemed excited."
Meena Chachi walked over to the desk, tapping her fingers lightly on the wood. "What is so special about you that she agreed to do it with you immediately? Why did she choose you?"
"How would I know? I didn't ask her." I shrugged helplessly. "You can ask Mona."
"Okay." Meena Chachi turned back to me, her face serious. "And with whom else did you do it? Don't stop there."
"I've told you everything," I pleaded, feeling the edges of hysteria creep in. "What else is left?"
"Don't act smart, Avi." She walked toward me, her shadow falling across my face, enveloping me. "You're becoming an adult, and at this age, if you fuck once, you get addicted. You've already done it with two women. I don't think you're satisfied with just two. Tell me the whole truth. Don't be scared of me. I won't tell your Chachaji."
I looked up at her, making one final, desperate negotiation. "You won't tell Chachaji, then I'll tell you the rest."
"Okay, I won't tell anyone," she promised, her voice a low guarantee.
"When you had gone to the village, I also did it with Pooja Bua," I confessed, the name heavy on my tongue.
Meena Chachi stared at me, a mixture of shock and clear fascination in her expression. "What? With Pooja Bua too? How did she agree to that?"
"Bua was already doing it with Rakesh, her friend's brother," I explained. "Now she did it with me too."
Meena Chachi slowly sat down on the bed again, digesting the information. She shook her head slowly, a faint smile touching her lips. "I knew that something was going on between Rakesh and Pooja Bua. I felt it."
"I told Bua that we'll do it once a week," I added, feeling the strange, foolish need to prove my competence and control.
"You've gone even further than I thought, Avi." She shook her head in disbelief.
I lowered my head, waiting for the expected reprimand and shame.
"With whom did you have more fun?" she asked instead, her voice now light, purely curious.
"I won't tell you," I said immediately. "You'll feel bad about the answer."
"You've told me that you slept with Madam and your schooolmate, and I didn't feel bad," she countered. "Why would I now?"
"With Pooja Bua." I took a breath and admitted it.
"What?" she asked, surprised. "Pooja Bua is much older than you. Why not with Mona, who's your age and unmarried?"
"It's... it's..." I stammered, trying to articulate the powerful, confusing feeling.
"Tell me now," she insisted.
"Because she's Bua," I finished simply, letting the confusing truth out.
"What? Because she's Bua?"
"I don't know," I admitted, my voice a whisper. "But doing it with Bua was different. It felt like something forbidden, something powerful."
"How was it different?" she pressed, leaning forward, her interest keen.
"I don't know the exact words," I said, frustrated by my inability to explain. "But what I didn't feel with Madam and Mona—that sense of breaking a rule that mattered—I felt with Bua."
Meena Chachi nodded slowly, her eyes distant, looking past me. "Okay, I understand. That sense of risk and intimacy." She was silent for a long moment, simply observing me. The tension in the room remained thick, but the fear I felt was slowly being replaced by a confused understanding.
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