Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 131: The New Look and the City's Embrace (Avi and Sital Didi)

After a quick wash, I put on my new city clothes. It felt strange and a little tight—the jeans were nothing like my loose village pajamas—but they looked good. I came downstairs wearing the jeans and a crisp T-shirt. Sital Didi's face lit up instantly.

"I told you! I told you that you'll look like a hero!" Sital Didi exclaimed, circling me once, her eyes wide with approval.

"Leave it, Didi. It's just a change of clothes," I said, feeling a blush creep up my neck, looking at my feet.

"Today, the city girls are absolutely not going to leave you alone," Sital Didi predicted, wagging her finger playfully.

"And what about you, Didi?" I asked, smiling, trying to turn the attention away.

"I've already caught you, haven't I?" Sital Didi returned, playfully clutching my arm, her grip firm.

"Let's go," I said, reaching for the bike keys, ready to leave.

"Ride the bike wearing those new sunglasses," Sital Didi instructed, pointing to the pair I'd bought, her head tilted.

"Why, Didi?" I asked, confused, stopping in the doorway.

"So everyone thinks that you're not my cousin brother, but my boyfriend," Sital Didi explained, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"There's no need for that," I started. Then the realization hit me. "Oh, you want to make those girls jealous, don't you?"

"Something exactly like that. And especially Ria and Zia," Sital Didi confirmed with a conspiratorial whisper, leaning close.

"Who are Ria and Zia again?" I asked, trying to remember the names.

"They are the twins who were laughing at you and me while eating *golgappe* yesterday. Now let's go," Sital Didi urged, pulling me out the door.

We then left for the market, me wearing the glasses and Sital Didi sitting tightly behind me. Sital Didi was holding me so close and so tight that it honestly felt like we were actually a boyfriend and girlfriend couple. We booked the bus tickets quickly.

"Let's go to the park now," Sital Didi suggested immediately after we finished the booking, her voice excited.

"But we have to go to the movie, Didi. We'll get late. Let's go home, and then we can go to the park together later," I reasoned, checking the time.

"Don't worry," Sital Didi said, pulling out her phone. "I'll call Didi (Sweta Didi). I'll tell her to come directly to the cinema. We'll meet them there."

Sital Didi made the call. Poonam Didi was on the other end. Sital Didi handled the negotiation expertly, explaining the change of plan, and then ended the call, putting her phone back quickly.

"Where exactly is the park we are going to?" I asked, mounting the bike, putting the keys in the ignition.

"Follow me. I'll tell you the way," Sital Didi guided, pointing ahead.

We arrived at the park. It was the same park we had visited that morning. But now, it was early evening, and the atmosphere was thick and charged. Most of the people in the park were couples. Many of the boys were restlessly looking at their watches or gazing at the setting sun, clearly waiting for dusk to fully settle. Some couples had already started getting intimate under the cover of the trees. Sital Didi and I sat down under a large tree, just like a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

"The park is quite busy now," I observed, feeling the change in the air, watching the movement.

"Yes. These days, only couples come to this park after sundown," Sital Didi noted, her gaze sweeping the area, her hands resting on my arm.

"It was completely empty and peaceful this morning," I recalled, comparing the two scenes.

"In the evenings, this place is mostly full of couples doing their business," Sital Didi stated matter-of-factly, her voice flat.

"Then we should probably leave," I suggested, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, shifting on the bench.

"We are not going anywhere," Sital Didi insisted, leaning back against the trunk firmly. "I always wanted to come here and see the atmosphere, but I couldn't come alone. That's why I came with you, Avi."

"Why did you want to come to this particular park so badly?" I pressed, curious about her intention.

"I've heard many stories and things about this park from my friends. I just wanted to see it once with my own eyes," Sital Didi confessed, looking around intently.

"There's nothing really worth seeing, Didi. They probably just come here to have fun," I pointed out, gesturing to a discreetly moving shadow nearby.

"Leave it, Avi. We'll only stay for a little while," Sital Didi murmured, already captivated, her eyes fixed on a nearby spot.

"Okay," I agreed, resigning myself, leaning back.

Sital Didi was now staring intently at a couple sitting nearby. They were sitting under a tree just like us. The girl was resting her head on the boy's legs and kissing him deeply. My lunď instantly started getting hard, just like it did in the morning. We were both silently looking at that couple. I don't know what happened to Didi, but she suddenly put her head on my lap, closed her eyes, and started resting. I started looking down at Didi's beautiful, serene face. Today, I realized just how incredibly beautiful and sexy Didi was. After reading that forbidden brother-sister story yesterday, those wrong, exciting thoughts immediately rushed back into my mind as I looked at Sital Didi's beautiful face. My lunď was now rock-hard, pressing intensely against the tight denim. The throbbing was a physical, internal drumming. A bead of sweat traced a line down my side, a visceral response to the forbidden thought. The pressure was intense, and my hard lunď was pressing against Didi's head, which was resting on my lap. Yet, Didi didn't open her eyes or react. I also liked simply looking at Sital Didi's face.

After about twenty minutes, Didi's mobile started ringing loudly. Hearing the sound, we both snapped out of our separate, shared reveries. Sital Didi had been dreaming with her eyes closed, and I had been lost in thought with my eyes wide open. It was Sweta Didi's call. Sital Didi talked for a while.

"Sweta Didi has left the house now. We should also go," Sital Didi said, sitting up smoothly, putting her phone away.

Nothing in Sital Didi's expression revealed what she had been thinking about with her eyes closed. We quickly walked out of the park. We reached the movie theater in about ten minutes. Sweta Didi was waiting for us outside. I bought five tickets. I also bought popcorn and cold drinks. The hall was almost empty. There were about fifty people in the entire theater, most of them couples scattered in the darkness. We sat in our seats. Only we were sitting in our row: first Sweta Didi, then Poonam Didi, then Raj, then Sital Didi next to Raj, and then me on the end seat. The movie started. Raj's eyes were glued to the screen. We all settled down to watch the movie.

But something was clearly running through Sital Didi's mind. Sital Didi quietly put her hand on my hand, which was resting on my leg. I quickly pulled my hand away, startled, looking at her in the dim light. Sital Didi looked at me for a split second, her expression unreadable, but she did not say anything. A moment later, Sital Didi's hand was resting on my legs, very close to my crotch. Just as Sital Didi had placed her hand on my leg, I intentionally placed my hand on top of Sital Didi's hand. This time, Sital Didi looked at me again, her lips curving into a delighted smile. It was as if she had won a small victory. It was as if what she had been thinking about had finally happened. I started gently moving my hand, which was resting on Sital Didi's hand, back and forth on my leg. It was an exciting game. I could not stop myself. My lunď was hard now, throbbing beneath my new jeans. It was getting extremely difficult for me to control the urge to escalate. It was a relief when the interval screen flashed on. I quickly went to the bathroom, relieved the intense pressure on my lunď, and returned. The interval was still going on.

"How are you liking the movie, Avi?" Sital Didi asked, sipping her drink, leaning in slightly.

"It's good. Very different from the movies we see in the village," I replied, taking a gulp of my cold drink.

"What did you like the most about the movie so far?" Sital Didi pressed, leaning closer, watching my face.

"The plot is strong so far. It feels like it will get even better in the second half," I said, avoiding direct eye contact, feeling the warmth of her gaze.

"I also feel the same way," Sital Didi agreed, nodding her head.

The movie started again. I focused on the screen. After only a few minutes, Didi suddenly took my hand and placed it directly onto her thighs. I had not expected this aggressive move. I looked at Didi. She was looking straight at the screen, feigning deep concentration.

It seems Didi definitely likes me. She is genuinely thinking of me as a boyfriend now. But should I really move forward with Didi? Will this be right? It was acceptable with Chachi and Bua—they are from a different generation—but with my Didi? But Didi clearly wants this intimacy. Besides, Didi said she doesn't trust city boys. Is this the reason why Didi is choosing me to be her boyfriend? Didi must be thinking that I won't misuse her trust or betray her like her friend's boyfriends did. Yes, this must be it. But Meena Chachi (Seema Chachi) had strictly warned me not to even think about fucking in the city. I will keep a love relationship with Didi, but I will not fuck her. The book's story about brother-sister fucking can be wrong or a complete lie. I must not think about fucking Didi. Yes, this is the right and safe path.

I began to caress Sital Didi's thighs gently with my hand. Didi's thin pajamas were no barrier to the heat, and because of the thin fabric, I was getting full, thrilling pleasure from the contact. I was enjoying moving my hand on her soft thighs. Sometimes my hand would brush lightly against her panty over her pajamas. I decided I would not go beyond this limit. That's why I only focused on the outer pleasure. Didi's eyes were closed now. Didi was enjoying the caress with her eyes shut, a serene look on her face. The movie ended in no time at all. I quickly pulled my hand away. Didi opened her eyes the moment my hand left her thigh, knowing instantly that the movie was over. Didi quietly adjusted her pajamas. We came out of the hall.

"The movie was excellent," Sweta Didi commented, stretching her arms.

"Yes. It's a different kind of fun to watch a movie in the city with so few people," I agreed, walking out.

"Now let's go to a hotel and eat dinner," Sweta Didi suggested, rubbing her stomach.

"Yes, let's go," I said, eager for more time with Sital Didi, looking at her.

Raj immediately ran to my bike and sat down. Raj was sitting right between me and Sital Didi. Sital Didi looked angry because Raj was in the way, but she couldn't say anything. We sat at a table in the hotel and started eating food. While eating, Sital Didi held my hand again and put it back on her thighs under the table. I knew exactly what to do now. I immediately started doing what I had done in the theater, gently caressing her thigh. But I did not go beyond that safe boundary. After eating dinner, we all had ice cream. Then we came home.

While coming home, Sital Didi managed to tell Raj to ride with Sweta Didi on the scooty. Now it was just me and Sital Didi on the bike. Sweta Didi's scooty was ahead. My bike was right behind it. Sital Didi immediately started caressing my thighs by putting her hands on them from behind. I was having fun, pressing myself against her touch. But this fun didn't last for long. We reached home quickly; the house was very near the hotel.

After coming home, I immediately went to the room. If I had stayed in the hall, I was certain Sital Didi would have asked me to do something more—perhaps even to fuck. And I was strictly resolved not to do that in the city. That's why I retreated to the room. I lay on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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