29-10-2025, 12:29 AM
## Update 69: The Secret Routine (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Seema Chachi)
Just like yesterday, I woke up and started exercising today. While the air was still cool and damp with the morning, I ran through my routine, the strenuous activity a necessary drain on the energy I knew Chachi Meena was trying to maximize. As I finished my stretches, Meena Chachi came with the milk, and Seema Chachi walked in with her.
"What's this? You're making a big body now," Seema Chachi observed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The look in her eyes was less about fitness and more about the forbidden knowledge they all shared.
I just looked at her and smiled, a silent confirmation of the understanding passing between us.
"Your body is already so good. Then why are you exercising?" Seema Chachi pressed, her voice light, but the subtext clear: *You're preparing for us*.
"My back hurts from sitting and studying, so I thought exercising would give me some relief," I lied, keeping the cover story simple and physical.
"You've been studying since childhood. You never thought of exercising back then," Seema Chachi challenged, raising an eyebrow that held a distinct challenge.
"It's not like that, Chachi. Before, playing gave me some exercise. Now I've stopped playing, which is why I'm exercising," I explained, maintaining my composure.
"Here, Avi, drink this milk. It’s important," Meena Chachi intervened, holding out the glass. Her tone carried the quiet authority of a supervisor.
I took the milk from Meena Chachi's hand and started drinking it. It was thick, rich with spices, and already working its strategic purpose.
"I think you're exercising to impress a girl," Seema Chachi suggested, stepping closer, her eyes flashing with a predatory humor.
"No, it's nothing like that," I countered, the dry fruits in the milk suddenly tasting like a victory. "Besides, why would I need to impress a girl when I already have one?"
The question hit Seema Chachi with sudden, genuine shock, and her playful demeanor cracked. "What? Who is she? Why haven't you told me yet?" Her voice was wide with sudden, unguarded curiosity.
"I'll tell you," I said playfully, dragging out the suspense.
"Tell me now! Who is she?" Seema Chachi insisted, leaning in impatiently.
I finished the milk, setting the glass down with a slight *thud*. "Not one, but three," I announced.
"What? You impressed three girls? And you're not even ashamed of it. Look, Meena, how he's enjoying himself," Seema Chachi exclaimed, throwing her hands up dramatically. The performance was excellent, concealing the real, shared meaning of my boast.
"What am I supposed to look at? You look at your beloved son," Meena Chachi said, laughing softly, a private sound that acknowledged the depth of the secret.
"Tell me who they are, or you're going to get a beating from me today," Seema Chachi warned, her threat laced with genuine desire.
"All three of you know them," I said, meeting her eyes, enjoying the thrill of the confession.
"I know them? Are they from this village? Tell me who they are," Seema Chachi demanded, still laughing, but her breath was tight.
Meena Chachi was also laughing, watching the climax of my teasing unfold.
"They are my three lovely Chachis," I declared, and with that, I spun on my heel and started to run, leaving them to process the double-edged joke.
"You're going to get a beating from me today!" Seema Chachi shouted, the laughter still in her voice as she started to chase me. She caught me easily near the door and hugged me fiercely, the physical contact a sudden reminder of the intimacy we were rushing toward.
"You are being mischievous with your Chachi," she scolded, but her arms tightened around my waist.
"I was just joking," I said, resting my chin on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her freshly washed hair.
The playful teasing with Seema Chachi and Meena Chachi soon ended, leaving a constant, low level of desire simmering inside me. After that, I went straight to my room to study. My life was now running on the timetable that Meena Chachi had carefully planned. I did everything she told me today as well, forcing myself to focus on my books during the long, silent hours. At night, after the books were closed, I started waiting for Meena Chachi to come, knowing the special milk had already done its job to prepare me.
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Just like yesterday, I woke up and started exercising today. While the air was still cool and damp with the morning, I ran through my routine, the strenuous activity a necessary drain on the energy I knew Chachi Meena was trying to maximize. As I finished my stretches, Meena Chachi came with the milk, and Seema Chachi walked in with her.
"What's this? You're making a big body now," Seema Chachi observed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The look in her eyes was less about fitness and more about the forbidden knowledge they all shared.
I just looked at her and smiled, a silent confirmation of the understanding passing between us.
"Your body is already so good. Then why are you exercising?" Seema Chachi pressed, her voice light, but the subtext clear: *You're preparing for us*.
"My back hurts from sitting and studying, so I thought exercising would give me some relief," I lied, keeping the cover story simple and physical.
"You've been studying since childhood. You never thought of exercising back then," Seema Chachi challenged, raising an eyebrow that held a distinct challenge.
"It's not like that, Chachi. Before, playing gave me some exercise. Now I've stopped playing, which is why I'm exercising," I explained, maintaining my composure.
"Here, Avi, drink this milk. It’s important," Meena Chachi intervened, holding out the glass. Her tone carried the quiet authority of a supervisor.
I took the milk from Meena Chachi's hand and started drinking it. It was thick, rich with spices, and already working its strategic purpose.
"I think you're exercising to impress a girl," Seema Chachi suggested, stepping closer, her eyes flashing with a predatory humor.
"No, it's nothing like that," I countered, the dry fruits in the milk suddenly tasting like a victory. "Besides, why would I need to impress a girl when I already have one?"
The question hit Seema Chachi with sudden, genuine shock, and her playful demeanor cracked. "What? Who is she? Why haven't you told me yet?" Her voice was wide with sudden, unguarded curiosity.
"I'll tell you," I said playfully, dragging out the suspense.
"Tell me now! Who is she?" Seema Chachi insisted, leaning in impatiently.
I finished the milk, setting the glass down with a slight *thud*. "Not one, but three," I announced.
"What? You impressed three girls? And you're not even ashamed of it. Look, Meena, how he's enjoying himself," Seema Chachi exclaimed, throwing her hands up dramatically. The performance was excellent, concealing the real, shared meaning of my boast.
"What am I supposed to look at? You look at your beloved son," Meena Chachi said, laughing softly, a private sound that acknowledged the depth of the secret.
"Tell me who they are, or you're going to get a beating from me today," Seema Chachi warned, her threat laced with genuine desire.
"All three of you know them," I said, meeting her eyes, enjoying the thrill of the confession.
"I know them? Are they from this village? Tell me who they are," Seema Chachi demanded, still laughing, but her breath was tight.
Meena Chachi was also laughing, watching the climax of my teasing unfold.
"They are my three lovely Chachis," I declared, and with that, I spun on my heel and started to run, leaving them to process the double-edged joke.
"You're going to get a beating from me today!" Seema Chachi shouted, the laughter still in her voice as she started to chase me. She caught me easily near the door and hugged me fiercely, the physical contact a sudden reminder of the intimacy we were rushing toward.
"You are being mischievous with your Chachi," she scolded, but her arms tightened around my waist.
"I was just joking," I said, resting my chin on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her freshly washed hair.
The playful teasing with Seema Chachi and Meena Chachi soon ended, leaving a constant, low level of desire simmering inside me. After that, I went straight to my room to study. My life was now running on the timetable that Meena Chachi had carefully planned. I did everything she told me today as well, forcing myself to focus on my books during the long, silent hours. At night, after the books were closed, I started waiting for Meena Chachi to come, knowing the special milk had already done its job to prepare me.
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