12-11-2025, 11:13 PM
## Update 112: Riya's Claim (Avi and Riya)
A new morning brought a forced new hope for me. It was not possible to erase Mala's memory in one night, especially after our powerful final session. The hatred ignited by Meena Chachi's story was a cold, useful fire. I decided I wouldn't ruin my life by thinking about Mala again; she was beneath my thoughts. After exercising in the morning, I got fresh and started eating breakfast. There was no sadness or cloud of grief on my face because of Mala's departure. Seeing the genuine glow of health and determination on my face, Meena Chachi looked visibly relieved. The morning passed quickly while I talked and laughed with the Chachis. In the afternoon, I decided to go to Mona's new house.
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Today, there was a small worship ceremony for the new bride (Mona) at the groom's house. Mona's new house was small and cramped, but most of the houses in the village were similar. The groom and bride started the worship. I was standing near the door of the room, observing the ceremony. Many people were squeezed into the room. Because of that, there was absolutely no space to stand or sit comfortably.
Riya was standing right behind me where I was positioned. Because of my height, she couldn't see anything over my shoulder. Riya kept shifting, her body bumping into my back. I leaned back slightly.
"Move up to the front, you can peek around me," I told Riya softly, nudging my shoulder back.
She moved forward. Now she was standing directly in front of me, just separated by a breath of air. The people who were near the groom and bride were sitting on the floor. The rest of us were crammed together, standing.
There was initially a little gap between Riya and me, a polite distance. But then the Panditji called the groom's mama and mammi to perform the next part of the worship. Four or five more people surged inside the already full room with the groom's mama. Because of this sudden pressure, Riya had to move back suddenly, crushing herself against me. Riya was now completely stuck to me, her soft, curved back pressed against my chest.
The immediate warmth of Riya's body, the soft give of her spine against my breastbone, made my lunď spring to attention instantly, hardening aggressively against my pants. The cotton of my pants felt suddenly tight. A quick pulse throbbed in my groin. As soon as my lunď became hard and hot, the memory of Mala left my mind completely. The immediate, physical reality of Riya took over.
*Chachi wanted the old, fun-loving Avi back. So I should absolutely start taking advantage of the situation,* I thought, feeling a thrill of danger.
My hard lunď was pressed tight against the crack of Riya's soft ass. The cotton fabric of my pants offered little insulation. Riya stiffened, clearly feeling the press of my lunď on her ass. Riya quickly looked back over her shoulder once, her eyes wide, but she immediately turned forward and didn't say anything to me.
Seeing no resistance, no protest from Riya's side, I started moving my lunď gently up and down against her ass. It was a lot of fun moving my erection against her soft curves in the middle of a crowded, religious worship. I kept grinding my lunď on her ass for a long while, enjoying the friction and the mounting heat. Since there were so many people packed into the house, I took advantage of this cover and slipped my hand down, resting it on her ass beneath her saree. The wall was right behind my hand, boxing us in. I angled my lunď and pressed the head into the soft crack of her ass. And I started moving my hand up her thighs, exploring the soft skin. I was slowly and subtly moving my hips back and forth, timing my movement so people wouldn't suspect me.
After a short while of this covert action, I felt a familiar, involuntary tremor run through Riya's body. Her muscles tightened briefly against my touch. When I quickly moved my hand up her thigh and found her inner leg, I confirmed from her very wet salwar that Riya had just come, climaxing right there against me.
Now I gently moved back a small distance, causing my lunď to slide out of the crack of her ass. Riya looked back over her shoulder again, her eyes asking a silent question, as if wondering why I had taken my lunď out and stopped. I didn't like moving away from Riya's ass either, but the worship had just concluded, and people were starting to move. I quickly came out and found a place to sit down. The other people also started streaming out of the room. Riya soon followed. When I looked at her, she was also looking straight at me, her eyes shining with unspoken desire.
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After the worship was completely over, everyone started gathering to eat the feast. I was more worried about quenching my lunď's desperate thirst than eating any food. I was actively looking for a moment when I could meet Riya alone and ask her directly. I was absolutely sure that she would not refuse me now.
Everyone was busy eating food, and Riya suddenly got up and started walking toward the edge of the village. I immediately got up too and started walking with her.
"Did you have fun during the worship, Riya?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, pulling alongside her.
Riya stopped walking and just stared at me, her expression unreadable.
"I asked if you had fun today," I repeated, a small smirk playing on my lips.
Riya didn't say anything again, simply resuming her walk. After a short distance, Riya's house came into view. She walked straight inside the house without another word. I was left standing outside, confused by her sudden silence.
*Riya must have felt bad, that's why she didn't answer my question. But at Mona's house, she didn't complain about my hands.* I had started to think I would have to remove the thought of fucking Riya from my mind, that she wasn't as bold as I thought.
Just then, Riya came back out of the house. She looked at me, smiled a clear, inviting smile, and started walking down the road again. I immediately started walking behind her. Riya stopped right in front of Mala's house. She reached into her pocket, took out a key, and opened the lock of Mala's house. She looked back at me, her smile widening into a direct invitation, and went inside.
I understood everything perfectly. Riya wants more fun, and she was looking for a safe, private place. That's why she went to her own house first, grabbed the key to the house her family bought, and led me here. I paused outside, thinking whether I should go inside Mala's house or not. *If I went inside the house, I would remember fucking Mala again.* Then the thought process Meena Chachi had initiated took over.
*After what Mala did and what she said about Chachi, I have to forget Mala completely. By fucking Riya on the very same bed where I fucked Mala, I can show Mala's memory that I only hate her and have moved on.*
I pushed the gate open. The door was unlocked. My guess was right. I went inside, closed the gate behind me, and went into the inner room. Riya was already sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Her eyes were shining with excitement.
"Did you get the answer to your question, Avi?" Riya asked, her voice breathy, her posture leaning forward.
"I didn't know that the answer would be so good and so direct," I said, walking toward her. "I would have asked much earlier."
"Then why didn't you ask, you fool?" she teased, playfully hitting the mattress with her hand.
"You were with Mona all the time, busy with wedding preparations. Now I understand why you were spending so much time with Mona. You must have been asking Mona all about her wedding night and then thought about having your own wedding night soon," I said, the words heavy with sexual meaning, stepping right up to the bed.
Riya blushed deeply after hearing me. She looked down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers in sudden shyness.
"So, tell me now, do you want to celebrate your wedding night with me?" I asked, my voice demanding a direct answer.
She looked up at me and nodded her head in a clear, silent "yes."
"Have you done this with anyone before me, Riya?" I asked, needing to know, my eyes scanning her face.
"Do I look like that kind of a girl, Avi?" she countered, looking offended, her brow furrowed.
"You're misunderstanding my question," I said quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I just want to know if this is your first time or not. I need to know how to proceed."
"What do you think, Avi? Tell me what your mind says," she challenged me back, biting her lip, her eyes holding mine.
"I think a lot of things, Riya. I think you're ready for everything," I said, letting my gaze drift over her body, my hand resting near her thigh.
Changing the subject abruptly, Riya looked at the window. "I have to leave soon, Avi. My mother will start looking for me," she whispered urgently, her eyes darting nervously toward the light.
---
A new morning brought a forced new hope for me. It was not possible to erase Mala's memory in one night, especially after our powerful final session. The hatred ignited by Meena Chachi's story was a cold, useful fire. I decided I wouldn't ruin my life by thinking about Mala again; she was beneath my thoughts. After exercising in the morning, I got fresh and started eating breakfast. There was no sadness or cloud of grief on my face because of Mala's departure. Seeing the genuine glow of health and determination on my face, Meena Chachi looked visibly relieved. The morning passed quickly while I talked and laughed with the Chachis. In the afternoon, I decided to go to Mona's new house.
---
Today, there was a small worship ceremony for the new bride (Mona) at the groom's house. Mona's new house was small and cramped, but most of the houses in the village were similar. The groom and bride started the worship. I was standing near the door of the room, observing the ceremony. Many people were squeezed into the room. Because of that, there was absolutely no space to stand or sit comfortably.
Riya was standing right behind me where I was positioned. Because of my height, she couldn't see anything over my shoulder. Riya kept shifting, her body bumping into my back. I leaned back slightly.
"Move up to the front, you can peek around me," I told Riya softly, nudging my shoulder back.
She moved forward. Now she was standing directly in front of me, just separated by a breath of air. The people who were near the groom and bride were sitting on the floor. The rest of us were crammed together, standing.
There was initially a little gap between Riya and me, a polite distance. But then the Panditji called the groom's mama and mammi to perform the next part of the worship. Four or five more people surged inside the already full room with the groom's mama. Because of this sudden pressure, Riya had to move back suddenly, crushing herself against me. Riya was now completely stuck to me, her soft, curved back pressed against my chest.
The immediate warmth of Riya's body, the soft give of her spine against my breastbone, made my lunď spring to attention instantly, hardening aggressively against my pants. The cotton of my pants felt suddenly tight. A quick pulse throbbed in my groin. As soon as my lunď became hard and hot, the memory of Mala left my mind completely. The immediate, physical reality of Riya took over.
*Chachi wanted the old, fun-loving Avi back. So I should absolutely start taking advantage of the situation,* I thought, feeling a thrill of danger.
My hard lunď was pressed tight against the crack of Riya's soft ass. The cotton fabric of my pants offered little insulation. Riya stiffened, clearly feeling the press of my lunď on her ass. Riya quickly looked back over her shoulder once, her eyes wide, but she immediately turned forward and didn't say anything to me.
Seeing no resistance, no protest from Riya's side, I started moving my lunď gently up and down against her ass. It was a lot of fun moving my erection against her soft curves in the middle of a crowded, religious worship. I kept grinding my lunď on her ass for a long while, enjoying the friction and the mounting heat. Since there were so many people packed into the house, I took advantage of this cover and slipped my hand down, resting it on her ass beneath her saree. The wall was right behind my hand, boxing us in. I angled my lunď and pressed the head into the soft crack of her ass. And I started moving my hand up her thighs, exploring the soft skin. I was slowly and subtly moving my hips back and forth, timing my movement so people wouldn't suspect me.
After a short while of this covert action, I felt a familiar, involuntary tremor run through Riya's body. Her muscles tightened briefly against my touch. When I quickly moved my hand up her thigh and found her inner leg, I confirmed from her very wet salwar that Riya had just come, climaxing right there against me.
Now I gently moved back a small distance, causing my lunď to slide out of the crack of her ass. Riya looked back over her shoulder again, her eyes asking a silent question, as if wondering why I had taken my lunď out and stopped. I didn't like moving away from Riya's ass either, but the worship had just concluded, and people were starting to move. I quickly came out and found a place to sit down. The other people also started streaming out of the room. Riya soon followed. When I looked at her, she was also looking straight at me, her eyes shining with unspoken desire.
---
After the worship was completely over, everyone started gathering to eat the feast. I was more worried about quenching my lunď's desperate thirst than eating any food. I was actively looking for a moment when I could meet Riya alone and ask her directly. I was absolutely sure that she would not refuse me now.
Everyone was busy eating food, and Riya suddenly got up and started walking toward the edge of the village. I immediately got up too and started walking with her.
"Did you have fun during the worship, Riya?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, pulling alongside her.
Riya stopped walking and just stared at me, her expression unreadable.
"I asked if you had fun today," I repeated, a small smirk playing on my lips.
Riya didn't say anything again, simply resuming her walk. After a short distance, Riya's house came into view. She walked straight inside the house without another word. I was left standing outside, confused by her sudden silence.
*Riya must have felt bad, that's why she didn't answer my question. But at Mona's house, she didn't complain about my hands.* I had started to think I would have to remove the thought of fucking Riya from my mind, that she wasn't as bold as I thought.
Just then, Riya came back out of the house. She looked at me, smiled a clear, inviting smile, and started walking down the road again. I immediately started walking behind her. Riya stopped right in front of Mala's house. She reached into her pocket, took out a key, and opened the lock of Mala's house. She looked back at me, her smile widening into a direct invitation, and went inside.
I understood everything perfectly. Riya wants more fun, and she was looking for a safe, private place. That's why she went to her own house first, grabbed the key to the house her family bought, and led me here. I paused outside, thinking whether I should go inside Mala's house or not. *If I went inside the house, I would remember fucking Mala again.* Then the thought process Meena Chachi had initiated took over.
*After what Mala did and what she said about Chachi, I have to forget Mala completely. By fucking Riya on the very same bed where I fucked Mala, I can show Mala's memory that I only hate her and have moved on.*
I pushed the gate open. The door was unlocked. My guess was right. I went inside, closed the gate behind me, and went into the inner room. Riya was already sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Her eyes were shining with excitement.
"Did you get the answer to your question, Avi?" Riya asked, her voice breathy, her posture leaning forward.
"I didn't know that the answer would be so good and so direct," I said, walking toward her. "I would have asked much earlier."
"Then why didn't you ask, you fool?" she teased, playfully hitting the mattress with her hand.
"You were with Mona all the time, busy with wedding preparations. Now I understand why you were spending so much time with Mona. You must have been asking Mona all about her wedding night and then thought about having your own wedding night soon," I said, the words heavy with sexual meaning, stepping right up to the bed.
Riya blushed deeply after hearing me. She looked down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers in sudden shyness.
"So, tell me now, do you want to celebrate your wedding night with me?" I asked, my voice demanding a direct answer.
She looked up at me and nodded her head in a clear, silent "yes."
"Have you done this with anyone before me, Riya?" I asked, needing to know, my eyes scanning her face.
"Do I look like that kind of a girl, Avi?" she countered, looking offended, her brow furrowed.
"You're misunderstanding my question," I said quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I just want to know if this is your first time or not. I need to know how to proceed."
"What do you think, Avi? Tell me what your mind says," she challenged me back, biting her lip, her eyes holding mine.
"I think a lot of things, Riya. I think you're ready for everything," I said, letting my gaze drift over her body, my hand resting near her thigh.
Changing the subject abruptly, Riya looked at the window. "I have to leave soon, Avi. My mother will start looking for me," she whispered urgently, her eyes darting nervously toward the light.
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