05-11-2025, 10:57 PM
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Scene 7
Riya stood before the closed door of the room where Baba Ji waited.
Her small bag, containing a few changes of clothes. She felt alone.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Baba Ji was standing looking at a small, flickering oil lamp.
Baba Ji: "You have done well, Riya. Your husband has great faith."
He smiled, a gentle, welcoming smile that calmed the beating of her heart.
The earlier intensity was gone, replaced by a quiet, deep power.
Riya: "Thank you, Baba Ji."
Baba Ji: "Come, I will show you your room."
He led her out a back door into a small courtyard.
The sun had set now, and the stars were beginning to show in the deep black sky.
He opened a door to a simple hut.
The room inside was small and had almost nothing.
Just a few woven mats and, in the center, a thick mattress spread on the clean, packed-earth floor.
No pillow, just a folded sheet.
Baba Ji: "This is where you will stay for your tapasya (penance). No one will disturb you here. No one will see you."
He walked over to the mattress, running his hand over the rough cotton sheet.
Baba Ji: "From tonight, Riya, the ritual begins. This is not about sleeping. This is about being ready."
He turned, his bright eyes locking onto hers.
Baba Ji: "To receive the great shakti (power) of creation, you must be completely open. You must empty your mind of the city noise, and you must open your body to receiving the energy. No doubt. No fear. You must be completely open."
Riya felt a sudden, huge rush of adrenaline. Her heart started beating very fast in her chest. Boom-boom, boom-boom. The memory of his touch in the earlier room flashed through her mind. She understood exactly what he was saying. This was not going to be like praying.
Baba Ji felt the tension in her body. He slowly lifted both hands and placed them gently, firmly, over her full breasts to calm her racing heart. His touch was perfect not too high, not too low, but a complete contact over her big breasts.
Riya gasped, a small, choked sound. The electric jolt was back, but stronger this time. Her knees felt weak, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt an overwhelming mix of shock, shame, and a deep, powerful relief that someone was finally touching her with such intent.
Her nipples hardened instantly beneath the fabric of her suit.
Baba Ji saw how Riya felt and, with a slow, deliberate motion, he gently massaged the breast under his right hand.
Baba Ji: "You have a lot of maternal energy, my dear. Too much pressure. For now, rest. Sleep well. We will meet again when the moon is high."
He removed his hands, leaving Riya’s chest feeling strangely cold and intensified. He walked out of the room, pulling the door closed.
Riya took a shuddering breath. She looked at the thick mattress. Her isolation had begun.
Riya: "I am ready, Baba Ji. I am completely ready for you to take me."
She was talking to herself.
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Riya stood before the closed door of the room where Baba Ji waited.
Her small bag, containing a few changes of clothes. She felt alone.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Baba Ji was standing looking at a small, flickering oil lamp.
Baba Ji: "You have done well, Riya. Your husband has great faith."
He smiled, a gentle, welcoming smile that calmed the beating of her heart.
The earlier intensity was gone, replaced by a quiet, deep power.
Riya: "Thank you, Baba Ji."
Baba Ji: "Come, I will show you your room."
He led her out a back door into a small courtyard.
The sun had set now, and the stars were beginning to show in the deep black sky.
He opened a door to a simple hut.
The room inside was small and had almost nothing.
Just a few woven mats and, in the center, a thick mattress spread on the clean, packed-earth floor.
No pillow, just a folded sheet.
Baba Ji: "This is where you will stay for your tapasya (penance). No one will disturb you here. No one will see you."
He walked over to the mattress, running his hand over the rough cotton sheet.
Baba Ji: "From tonight, Riya, the ritual begins. This is not about sleeping. This is about being ready."
He turned, his bright eyes locking onto hers.
Baba Ji: "To receive the great shakti (power) of creation, you must be completely open. You must empty your mind of the city noise, and you must open your body to receiving the energy. No doubt. No fear. You must be completely open."
Riya felt a sudden, huge rush of adrenaline. Her heart started beating very fast in her chest. Boom-boom, boom-boom. The memory of his touch in the earlier room flashed through her mind. She understood exactly what he was saying. This was not going to be like praying.
Baba Ji felt the tension in her body. He slowly lifted both hands and placed them gently, firmly, over her full breasts to calm her racing heart. His touch was perfect not too high, not too low, but a complete contact over her big breasts.
Riya gasped, a small, choked sound. The electric jolt was back, but stronger this time. Her knees felt weak, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt an overwhelming mix of shock, shame, and a deep, powerful relief that someone was finally touching her with such intent.
Her nipples hardened instantly beneath the fabric of her suit.
Baba Ji saw how Riya felt and, with a slow, deliberate motion, he gently massaged the breast under his right hand.
Baba Ji: "You have a lot of maternal energy, my dear. Too much pressure. For now, rest. Sleep well. We will meet again when the moon is high."
He removed his hands, leaving Riya’s chest feeling strangely cold and intensified. He walked out of the room, pulling the door closed.
Riya took a shuddering breath. She looked at the thick mattress. Her isolation had begun.
Riya: "I am ready, Baba Ji. I am completely ready for you to take me."
She was talking to herself.
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