02-12-2025, 06:55 PM
## Update 124: The Chachis' Dowry and the City's Temptation (Avi, Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi, and Meena Chachi)
The next morning, the excitement of the city trip thrummed in my veins. I was getting ready, my simple village clothes feeling suddenly inadequate. Meena Chachi was meticulously packing my things, folding my clothes with sharp creases. She was also giving me a stern lecture on how to behave in the big city. After Meena Chachi stepped out, Suman Chachi came into my room. She started talking about the vastness of the city, her worry still palpable. Then, she pulled a bundle of cash from her saree.
"Avi, here's some money," Suman Chachi said, pushing the notes into my hand, her eyes soft with concern. "It will be useful in the city; don't be shy to spend it."
Suman Chachi gave me a whopping 15,000 rupees. I was genuinely shocked seeing such a huge sum of money. My eyes went wide instantly.
"Chachi, what will I do with so much money? I truly don't need this much," I protested, trying to hand it back, shaking my head.
"Keep it, Avi. You're going to such a big city. You'll need money for food and necessities, won't you?" Suman Chachi insisted, closing my fingers around the bundle firmly.
I put the money away carefully. Just then, Seema Chachi came into my room, her movements slow and deliberate. She, too, started giving me advice about the city. Then, she reached into her blouse and produced another large wad of notes. Seema Chachi gave me 20,000 rupees. Again, I refused to take the money, shaking my head and stepping back.
"Chachi, what will I do with this? This is far too much money," I said, my voice rising in surprise and disbelief.
"Keep it. It will be useful to you in the city, for anything you might need. And anyway, this is my money. I saved it over a long time," Seema Chachi said softly, pressing the money into my palm, her hand warm.
"But it's such a massive amount," I murmured, feeling the weight of their generosity, looking down at the notes.
"The city is big, so you'll need more money, won't you? Now, just keep it safely in your bag," Seema Chachi urged, patting my arm gently.
I kept the money. Now I had 35,000 rupees. This was the first time in my life I had ever possessed so much money. I could not understand what I would possibly do with all that cash.
Meena Chachi came back into my room just as I was zipping up the bag. She looked at me with her sharp, knowing eyes. She also gave me some money separately to use in the city.
"Behave well in the city, Avi," Meena Chachi said, giving my shoulder a small pat, her look serious.
"Yes, Chachi," I replied dutifully.
"I know Suman Didi and Seema Didi must have given you money as well," Meena Chachi stated, not as a question, her voice steady.
"How do you know that?" I asked, genuinely baffled by her insight, my brow furrowed.
"I'm your Chachi, Avi. If I can give you money for the trip, then my sisters will also definitely give you money. How much money did they give you in total?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes demanding the truth, leaning in slightly.
"35,000 rupees," I whispered the total, feeling a little ashamed of the amount.
"And how much did I give you just now?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice low.
"25,000," I confessed, looking at the bag.
"What's the grand total you have in that bag right now?" Meena Chachi asked, smiling widely, amused by the situation.
"60,000," I said, a little dizzy from the figure, swallowing hard.
"What in the world will you do with all this money, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, though she already looked like she had a plan forming in her mind.
"I honestly don't understand what to do with so much money," I admitted, zipping the bag closed and sitting back.
"I'll tell you then. You must buy clothes for yourself with all this money, clothes like the smart boys in the city wear. You won't be able to buy a lot of clothes; things are expensive in the city. Buy as many new shirts and trousers as you can. Also, buy necessary city things," Meena Chachi advised, her face alight with the fantasy of my transformation, her eyes shining.
"Yes, Chachi. I understand," I said, nodding seriously, committing to the mission.
"Forget about buying things; now listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi continued, her tone turning very serious, her fingers poking my chest. "I have only packed clothes for one day for you, *just* today. After reaching the city, you must buy good clothes. When you come back to the village, you should look completely like a city boy. Understand? And if you bring even one rupee back as change, I'll take your news in such a way that you'll remember it forever," she threatened playfully, though her eyes were firm and resolute.
"Yes, Chachi. I'll spend it all as you said," I promised, thrilled by the mission, standing up straight.
"Behave well there. Forget about the fucking business for a few days. And yes, don't let us lose face among Bua's city friends," Meena Chachi warned, pointing a finger at me, her expression stern.
"I won't do anything that causes you any trouble or shame," I vowed, my voice earnest.
"Take good care of yourself and Raj too," Meena Chachi said, her voice softening once more, her expression worried.
"Yes," I confirmed, lifting the heavy bag onto my shoulder.
I took the bag and came out of the room. Chacha was waiting in the main room. He also gave me money for the trip, but only enough for the bus tickets and food. I, Chachi, and Chacha walked to Pooja Bua's house. Raj was already ready, bouncing with excitement. We had to first go to the tahsil (taluka headquarters), which was about 20 km away from the village. Then, from there, we had to catch a main bus and travel for four hours to Sweta Didi's city.
I held Raj's bag, and we both climbed into the local bus. It was 10:00 AM. The village road was rough and pitted. We reached the tahsil in a bumpy thirty minutes. Raj and I got down from the bus. I had been to the tahsil a couple of times before. The connecting bus going to Sweta Didi's city was scheduled for 11:20 AM. We had about an hour to kill. Raj and I sat on a wooden bench at the bus stop.
There was a small bookshop nearby. I thought of buying something to read. I told Raj to watch our bags carefully, and I'd be right back. The bookshop had surprisingly good novels. I bought a serious book: the autobiography of Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, "Wings of Fire." As I was standing at the counter, a man slid up to me and asked in a low voice if I wanted a book with naked pictures. My heart immediately began to pound a quick, uneven rhythm. **A hot knot tightened in my gut. My mind flashed with lust and fear at the same time.** I felt a sudden, sharp spike of excitement in my chest.
"Show me what it's like," I murmured back, intrigued, my throat closing slightly. He quickly showed me two or three small, thin books with blurry pictures inside. I bought one immediately, tucking the small, illicit book under my shirt, against my skin, and quickly returned to Raj. I bought a fun comics book for Raj to keep him occupied. Raj instantly started reading the comics, absorbed in the pictures.
The bus stop was bustling with people, a constant flow of humanity. It seemed like everyone was going to visit their relatives for the summer. I bought some snacks—samosas and cold soda—for Raj and me. After eating the snacks, we started waiting for the bus. Raj was absorbed in the comics, and I started looking intently at the city girls passing by. Most of the girls were walking around wearing skin-tight clothes, clothes that showed every curve. Some were laughing and moving freely, wearing jeans and t-shirts. I started getting intensely excited just seeing them, my blood heating up fast. My lunď got hard, pressing against my simple village trousers. A wave of heat washed over my face. I remembered Meena Chachi's stern words: "Forget about fucking." I controlled myself with a hard swallow, pushing the lust down.
After a while, the large, dusty bus came lumbering onto the platform. Raj and I quickly got on. We managed to get seats right at the back. All the front seats were already reserved. We took two seats; Raj sat by the window, and I sat on the aisle side. The bus quickly filled up, crammed with people. It was full to capacity. The bus left the bus stop precisely on time and started its long, four-hour journey toward the city.
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The next morning, the excitement of the city trip thrummed in my veins. I was getting ready, my simple village clothes feeling suddenly inadequate. Meena Chachi was meticulously packing my things, folding my clothes with sharp creases. She was also giving me a stern lecture on how to behave in the big city. After Meena Chachi stepped out, Suman Chachi came into my room. She started talking about the vastness of the city, her worry still palpable. Then, she pulled a bundle of cash from her saree.
"Avi, here's some money," Suman Chachi said, pushing the notes into my hand, her eyes soft with concern. "It will be useful in the city; don't be shy to spend it."
Suman Chachi gave me a whopping 15,000 rupees. I was genuinely shocked seeing such a huge sum of money. My eyes went wide instantly.
"Chachi, what will I do with so much money? I truly don't need this much," I protested, trying to hand it back, shaking my head.
"Keep it, Avi. You're going to such a big city. You'll need money for food and necessities, won't you?" Suman Chachi insisted, closing my fingers around the bundle firmly.
I put the money away carefully. Just then, Seema Chachi came into my room, her movements slow and deliberate. She, too, started giving me advice about the city. Then, she reached into her blouse and produced another large wad of notes. Seema Chachi gave me 20,000 rupees. Again, I refused to take the money, shaking my head and stepping back.
"Chachi, what will I do with this? This is far too much money," I said, my voice rising in surprise and disbelief.
"Keep it. It will be useful to you in the city, for anything you might need. And anyway, this is my money. I saved it over a long time," Seema Chachi said softly, pressing the money into my palm, her hand warm.
"But it's such a massive amount," I murmured, feeling the weight of their generosity, looking down at the notes.
"The city is big, so you'll need more money, won't you? Now, just keep it safely in your bag," Seema Chachi urged, patting my arm gently.
I kept the money. Now I had 35,000 rupees. This was the first time in my life I had ever possessed so much money. I could not understand what I would possibly do with all that cash.
Meena Chachi came back into my room just as I was zipping up the bag. She looked at me with her sharp, knowing eyes. She also gave me some money separately to use in the city.
"Behave well in the city, Avi," Meena Chachi said, giving my shoulder a small pat, her look serious.
"Yes, Chachi," I replied dutifully.
"I know Suman Didi and Seema Didi must have given you money as well," Meena Chachi stated, not as a question, her voice steady.
"How do you know that?" I asked, genuinely baffled by her insight, my brow furrowed.
"I'm your Chachi, Avi. If I can give you money for the trip, then my sisters will also definitely give you money. How much money did they give you in total?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes demanding the truth, leaning in slightly.
"35,000 rupees," I whispered the total, feeling a little ashamed of the amount.
"And how much did I give you just now?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice low.
"25,000," I confessed, looking at the bag.
"What's the grand total you have in that bag right now?" Meena Chachi asked, smiling widely, amused by the situation.
"60,000," I said, a little dizzy from the figure, swallowing hard.
"What in the world will you do with all this money, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, though she already looked like she had a plan forming in her mind.
"I honestly don't understand what to do with so much money," I admitted, zipping the bag closed and sitting back.
"I'll tell you then. You must buy clothes for yourself with all this money, clothes like the smart boys in the city wear. You won't be able to buy a lot of clothes; things are expensive in the city. Buy as many new shirts and trousers as you can. Also, buy necessary city things," Meena Chachi advised, her face alight with the fantasy of my transformation, her eyes shining.
"Yes, Chachi. I understand," I said, nodding seriously, committing to the mission.
"Forget about buying things; now listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi continued, her tone turning very serious, her fingers poking my chest. "I have only packed clothes for one day for you, *just* today. After reaching the city, you must buy good clothes. When you come back to the village, you should look completely like a city boy. Understand? And if you bring even one rupee back as change, I'll take your news in such a way that you'll remember it forever," she threatened playfully, though her eyes were firm and resolute.
"Yes, Chachi. I'll spend it all as you said," I promised, thrilled by the mission, standing up straight.
"Behave well there. Forget about the fucking business for a few days. And yes, don't let us lose face among Bua's city friends," Meena Chachi warned, pointing a finger at me, her expression stern.
"I won't do anything that causes you any trouble or shame," I vowed, my voice earnest.
"Take good care of yourself and Raj too," Meena Chachi said, her voice softening once more, her expression worried.
"Yes," I confirmed, lifting the heavy bag onto my shoulder.
I took the bag and came out of the room. Chacha was waiting in the main room. He also gave me money for the trip, but only enough for the bus tickets and food. I, Chachi, and Chacha walked to Pooja Bua's house. Raj was already ready, bouncing with excitement. We had to first go to the tahsil (taluka headquarters), which was about 20 km away from the village. Then, from there, we had to catch a main bus and travel for four hours to Sweta Didi's city.
I held Raj's bag, and we both climbed into the local bus. It was 10:00 AM. The village road was rough and pitted. We reached the tahsil in a bumpy thirty minutes. Raj and I got down from the bus. I had been to the tahsil a couple of times before. The connecting bus going to Sweta Didi's city was scheduled for 11:20 AM. We had about an hour to kill. Raj and I sat on a wooden bench at the bus stop.
There was a small bookshop nearby. I thought of buying something to read. I told Raj to watch our bags carefully, and I'd be right back. The bookshop had surprisingly good novels. I bought a serious book: the autobiography of Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, "Wings of Fire." As I was standing at the counter, a man slid up to me and asked in a low voice if I wanted a book with naked pictures. My heart immediately began to pound a quick, uneven rhythm. **A hot knot tightened in my gut. My mind flashed with lust and fear at the same time.** I felt a sudden, sharp spike of excitement in my chest.
"Show me what it's like," I murmured back, intrigued, my throat closing slightly. He quickly showed me two or three small, thin books with blurry pictures inside. I bought one immediately, tucking the small, illicit book under my shirt, against my skin, and quickly returned to Raj. I bought a fun comics book for Raj to keep him occupied. Raj instantly started reading the comics, absorbed in the pictures.
The bus stop was bustling with people, a constant flow of humanity. It seemed like everyone was going to visit their relatives for the summer. I bought some snacks—samosas and cold soda—for Raj and me. After eating the snacks, we started waiting for the bus. Raj was absorbed in the comics, and I started looking intently at the city girls passing by. Most of the girls were walking around wearing skin-tight clothes, clothes that showed every curve. Some were laughing and moving freely, wearing jeans and t-shirts. I started getting intensely excited just seeing them, my blood heating up fast. My lunď got hard, pressing against my simple village trousers. A wave of heat washed over my face. I remembered Meena Chachi's stern words: "Forget about fucking." I controlled myself with a hard swallow, pushing the lust down.
After a while, the large, dusty bus came lumbering onto the platform. Raj and I quickly got on. We managed to get seats right at the back. All the front seats were already reserved. We took two seats; Raj sat by the window, and I sat on the aisle side. The bus quickly filled up, crammed with people. It was full to capacity. The bus left the bus stop precisely on time and started its long, four-hour journey toward the city.
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