Baba’s Blessing: Unable to get pregnant, couple goes to baba (Video+)

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Rohan came in his car. Loud HORN!

Baba Ji was sitting with Riya, feeding her the special prasad. He looked amused.

Baba Ji: "Ah, Your husband has returned, Riya."

Riya, felt a strange indifference.
Rohan’s world felt distant, small, and colorless.

Riya (shrugging playfully): "Let him wait. He can drop the bag at the gate."

Baba Ji smiled, running a gentle hand over her.

Baba Ji: "Go, Riya. Let him see your face."

Riya walked slowly toward the ashram gate. She looked utterly transformed: her skin was glowing, her eyes were bright, and her lips, swollen and full, held a secretive smile. She looked like a woman who had been loved fiercely and completely.

Rohan was standing there, holding a small plastic bag. He looked tired, stressed by the city and the business, completely unaware by any of the shakti Riya now possessed.

Rohan (voice relieved): "Riya! Oh, thank God. You look... glowing. Really, truly happy. The ritual is working, isn't it?"

Riya felt emotionally confused. She was happy, yes, but her happiness was built on a lie, and on the powerful body of another man. She felt a profound indifference towards Rohan's simple, practical reality.

Riya (voice softer than usual, but distant): "Yes, Rohan. Baba Ji is very powerful. I am feeling... alive."
Rohan didn't notice the difference in her eyes; he only saw the surface health and happiness. He had no idea his wife was being loved and fucked into fertility by a holy man.

Rohan (practical and rushed): "Good, good. I brought you some more suits. And some biscuits. You must be brave, Riya. Sab theek hai (Everything is fine). You just focus on the blessing. I will see you next week, my love."

He gave her a quick, awkward pat on the shoulder, avoiding any real contact.

Rohan: "Be brave."
He turned and walked quickly back to his car, completely satisfied that the spiritual transaction was proceeding well. He didn't look back.

Riya watched him go, the plastic bag of clothes dangling from her hand. She felt no sadness, no guilt, only a kind of pity for his simple faith and his unaware sacrifice.

She tossed the bag onto a nearby bench. She didn't need city clothes anymore.
She turned and walked quickly back to the hut. Baba Ji and Mitrani were waiting.