12-11-2025, 11:25 PM
## Update 119: The Smell of Burnt Tea (Avi and Meena Chachi)
I thought maybe the neighboring Kaki had heard Rati's final screams of pleasure and pain when I tore her ganď. I quickly told Rati to stay quiet and hidden in the room, pointing to the bed. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and quickly went to open the gate. The neighboring Kaki was standing in front of the gate, looking impatient, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"I've been calling and knocking for so long. Were you sleeping so soundly?" the Kaki asked, peering past me into the house.
"Yes, I fell into a deep sleep right after lunch," I lied smoothly, forcing a yawn.
"Where is your Chachi (Suman Chachi)? And is anyone else in the house, or are you completely alone?" the Kaki inquired further, her gaze suspicious, trying to see the hall.
"Chachi and Meena Chachi have gone to Bua's house. I'm totally alone in the house right now. Did you need something urgent?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and concerned.
"No. There's a strong smell of something burning coming from your kitchen. I came over just to tell you this," the Kaki said, wrinkling her nose and fanning the air.
"Oh, I'll go see what it is right away," I said, putting a hand to my chest in sudden alarm.
"You go check on it. I'm leaving now," the Kaki said, and she turned and walked away quickly.
I quickly closed the gate and rushed into the kitchen. The powerful, acrid smell of something burning was spread all over the kitchen, thick in the air, stinging my nose. There was a pot of tea still sitting on the gas burner. The tea in the pot had completely boiled down and burned black onto the bottom of the vessel. I immediately turned off the gas with a snap.
I went back to my room, picked up Rati's salwar and panty, and handed them to her. Rati quickly composed herself and put on her clothes, her movements shaky. She walked into the kitchen. When Rati looked at the gas burner and the burnt pot, her face instantly filled with worry, realizing the near disaster. But she composed herself quickly, went near the stove, and started assessing the damage. I didn't wait around. I went back to the room and fell back into a deep, heavy sleep, the adrenaline finally crashing.
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After two hours of unconscious rest, Meena Chachi woke me up, shaking my shoulder firmly.
"Avi, how many times do I have to tell you to use your brain while fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her voice stern and tight.
"What did I do wrong this time, Chachi?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, feeling slow.
"Now you're asking me what you did? You nearly set the house on fire!" Meena Chachi exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"If you don't tell me what happened, how am I supposed to know?" I countered, feeling confused and defensive.
"You were so blind in your passion that you forgot the tea on the stove and would have burned down the whole house today! Rati and you were completely oblivious in your frenzy," Meena Chachi scolded, her voice sharp.
"That happened by mistake, Chachi. It was an accident," I insisted, sinking back onto the pillows slightly.
"How long will you keep making such major mistakes that threaten to expose us all?" Meena Chachi asked, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.
"Just forgive me this one time, Chachi. I promise I won't do it again," I pleaded, giving her my best earnest look, my hands clasped together.
"Okay. I've forgiven the burnt tea mistake, but what about the second mistake you made today?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes narrowing and her expression hardening again.
"Second mistake?" I asked, genuinely racking my brain, my brow furrowed.
"Yes, the second mistake," Meena Chachi confirmed, leaning in closer, her voice dropping.
"I honestly don't remember making a second mistake today, Chachi," I said, completely lost.
"Okay, leave it. You tell me this first: where did you fuck Rati today?" Meena Chachi asked, changing tack abruptly.
"In my room," I replied simply, pointing to the bed.
"Only in the room? Or did you start somewhere else?" Meena Chachi probed, her eyes fixed on me.
"In the kitchen and then finished in the room," I corrected myself quickly, realizing my lie.
"Did you use a condom for the whole session?" Meena Chachi asked, crossing her arms, her posture demanding the truth.
"Yes, of course," I said confidently, trying to look honest.
"Where did you put the condom after fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her eyes locked on mine, waiting.
"I threw it out of the window into the back yard," I said, pointing toward the window frame.
"Are you absolutely sure you threw the used condom out of the window?" Meena Chachi insisted, her voice tight.
Meena Chachi slowly held up her hand, her fingers gripping a used, crumpled condom. "Then what is this, Avi?"
My blood ran cold. I immediately started sputtering. "I threw mine away. This is not mine, Chachi!" My denial sounded weak even to my own ears.
"Only you have condoms in this house, Avi. Your Chacha doesn't use condoms. And I found this right there in the kitchen, near the tea mess," Meena Chachi stated flatly, dropping the used condom onto the bedspread.
*She's right. Rati pulled it off when she started sucking.* I put my hand on my head in self-recrimination. "This is mine, Chachi. Rati took it off and threw it on the floor in the kitchen. She wanted to suck my lunď bare, that's why," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper, shame washing over me.
"If Suman Didi had found this used condom on the kitchen floor, do you have any idea what could have happened? The questions, the shame, the punishment?" Meena Chachi lectured, her voice rising in genuine fear and frustration.
"Forgive me, Chachi. It happened by mistake, I swear. It won't happen again. Just forgive me this one time," I begged, leaning forward, grasping her arm.
"I'm telling you one more time to use your brain, Avi. Think clearly. If you keep doing reckless things like this, someone will see you, or find evidence. Then, I won't be able to save you either, and your reputation will be destroyed. While fucking, keep all these things in mind, and *then* fuck," Meena Chachi advised sternly, her grip tightening on my arm.
"Yes, Chachi. It absolutely won't happen again from now on. I will be careful," I promised sincerely, meeting her gaze with all my focus.
"Good. Now go get fresh and put on some clothes. I'll bring you some fresh tea. After drinking tea, go for a walk in the fields and calm your head," Meena Chachi said, finally softening her gaze and exiting the room slowly.
Meena Chachi soon brought me a fresh cup of tea, the aroma a clean contrast to the morning's burnt smell. After drinking it, I left for the fields, the seriousness of my mistakes finally sinking in, my head swirling with the danger I had narrowly avoided.
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I thought maybe the neighboring Kaki had heard Rati's final screams of pleasure and pain when I tore her ganď. I quickly told Rati to stay quiet and hidden in the room, pointing to the bed. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and quickly went to open the gate. The neighboring Kaki was standing in front of the gate, looking impatient, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"I've been calling and knocking for so long. Were you sleeping so soundly?" the Kaki asked, peering past me into the house.
"Yes, I fell into a deep sleep right after lunch," I lied smoothly, forcing a yawn.
"Where is your Chachi (Suman Chachi)? And is anyone else in the house, or are you completely alone?" the Kaki inquired further, her gaze suspicious, trying to see the hall.
"Chachi and Meena Chachi have gone to Bua's house. I'm totally alone in the house right now. Did you need something urgent?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and concerned.
"No. There's a strong smell of something burning coming from your kitchen. I came over just to tell you this," the Kaki said, wrinkling her nose and fanning the air.
"Oh, I'll go see what it is right away," I said, putting a hand to my chest in sudden alarm.
"You go check on it. I'm leaving now," the Kaki said, and she turned and walked away quickly.
I quickly closed the gate and rushed into the kitchen. The powerful, acrid smell of something burning was spread all over the kitchen, thick in the air, stinging my nose. There was a pot of tea still sitting on the gas burner. The tea in the pot had completely boiled down and burned black onto the bottom of the vessel. I immediately turned off the gas with a snap.
I went back to my room, picked up Rati's salwar and panty, and handed them to her. Rati quickly composed herself and put on her clothes, her movements shaky. She walked into the kitchen. When Rati looked at the gas burner and the burnt pot, her face instantly filled with worry, realizing the near disaster. But she composed herself quickly, went near the stove, and started assessing the damage. I didn't wait around. I went back to the room and fell back into a deep, heavy sleep, the adrenaline finally crashing.
---
After two hours of unconscious rest, Meena Chachi woke me up, shaking my shoulder firmly.
"Avi, how many times do I have to tell you to use your brain while fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her voice stern and tight.
"What did I do wrong this time, Chachi?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, feeling slow.
"Now you're asking me what you did? You nearly set the house on fire!" Meena Chachi exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"If you don't tell me what happened, how am I supposed to know?" I countered, feeling confused and defensive.
"You were so blind in your passion that you forgot the tea on the stove and would have burned down the whole house today! Rati and you were completely oblivious in your frenzy," Meena Chachi scolded, her voice sharp.
"That happened by mistake, Chachi. It was an accident," I insisted, sinking back onto the pillows slightly.
"How long will you keep making such major mistakes that threaten to expose us all?" Meena Chachi asked, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.
"Just forgive me this one time, Chachi. I promise I won't do it again," I pleaded, giving her my best earnest look, my hands clasped together.
"Okay. I've forgiven the burnt tea mistake, but what about the second mistake you made today?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes narrowing and her expression hardening again.
"Second mistake?" I asked, genuinely racking my brain, my brow furrowed.
"Yes, the second mistake," Meena Chachi confirmed, leaning in closer, her voice dropping.
"I honestly don't remember making a second mistake today, Chachi," I said, completely lost.
"Okay, leave it. You tell me this first: where did you fuck Rati today?" Meena Chachi asked, changing tack abruptly.
"In my room," I replied simply, pointing to the bed.
"Only in the room? Or did you start somewhere else?" Meena Chachi probed, her eyes fixed on me.
"In the kitchen and then finished in the room," I corrected myself quickly, realizing my lie.
"Did you use a condom for the whole session?" Meena Chachi asked, crossing her arms, her posture demanding the truth.
"Yes, of course," I said confidently, trying to look honest.
"Where did you put the condom after fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her eyes locked on mine, waiting.
"I threw it out of the window into the back yard," I said, pointing toward the window frame.
"Are you absolutely sure you threw the used condom out of the window?" Meena Chachi insisted, her voice tight.
Meena Chachi slowly held up her hand, her fingers gripping a used, crumpled condom. "Then what is this, Avi?"
My blood ran cold. I immediately started sputtering. "I threw mine away. This is not mine, Chachi!" My denial sounded weak even to my own ears.
"Only you have condoms in this house, Avi. Your Chacha doesn't use condoms. And I found this right there in the kitchen, near the tea mess," Meena Chachi stated flatly, dropping the used condom onto the bedspread.
*She's right. Rati pulled it off when she started sucking.* I put my hand on my head in self-recrimination. "This is mine, Chachi. Rati took it off and threw it on the floor in the kitchen. She wanted to suck my lunď bare, that's why," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper, shame washing over me.
"If Suman Didi had found this used condom on the kitchen floor, do you have any idea what could have happened? The questions, the shame, the punishment?" Meena Chachi lectured, her voice rising in genuine fear and frustration.
"Forgive me, Chachi. It happened by mistake, I swear. It won't happen again. Just forgive me this one time," I begged, leaning forward, grasping her arm.
"I'm telling you one more time to use your brain, Avi. Think clearly. If you keep doing reckless things like this, someone will see you, or find evidence. Then, I won't be able to save you either, and your reputation will be destroyed. While fucking, keep all these things in mind, and *then* fuck," Meena Chachi advised sternly, her grip tightening on my arm.
"Yes, Chachi. It absolutely won't happen again from now on. I will be careful," I promised sincerely, meeting her gaze with all my focus.
"Good. Now go get fresh and put on some clothes. I'll bring you some fresh tea. After drinking tea, go for a walk in the fields and calm your head," Meena Chachi said, finally softening her gaze and exiting the room slowly.
Meena Chachi soon brought me a fresh cup of tea, the aroma a clean contrast to the morning's burnt smell. After drinking it, I left for the fields, the seriousness of my mistakes finally sinking in, my head swirling with the danger I had narrowly avoided.
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