02-12-2025, 09:29 PM
## Update 143: The Vodka Deal and the Army Wife (Avi , Principal and Kiran)
I returned home, knowing my first task was to secure the resources for the night.
"Meena Chachi, can you come to my room for a minute? I need to ask you for something," I called out.
She paused her work, her voice tinged with impatience. "What is it now? What do you want?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"Just come, Chachi," I insisted, my tone a little too demanding for Chachi.
She gave me a long look. "I'll be there in ten minutes," she replied, and I paced my room, waiting impatiently.
After ten minutes, Meena Chachi came into my room, folding her arms. "Okay, now what is this important thing you want?" she asked, clearly annoyed at being summoned.
"Chachi, I need some money," I said, a little hesitantly, knowing the amount was unusual.
She raised an eyebrow. "How much?" she asked.
"One thousand rupees," I replied.
"That much money? What in the world is it for?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her annoyance, stepping closer.
"I'll tell you later, Chachi," I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't press for details now.
She reached for her purse, her eyes narrowing. "Okay, I'll give it to you, but you absolutely have to tell me later," she warned, pointing a finger at me.
"Have I ever hidden anything from you for long? I promise, I'll tell you everything later," I assured her.
"Here, take the money," she said, handing me the cash.
I quickly tucked the money away. "Also, I'm going to sleep at Pooja Bua's house tonight," I told her, my heart racing as I revealed the next part of the plan.
A knowing look spread across her face. "What? Did you plan on doing something with Sital tonight, since you got rid of the others yesterday?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes twinkling.
I returned the smirk. "You could say that I'm hoping for some action," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
"But what will Pooja Bua do? She's always awake," she asked, concerned about the main obstacle, frowning slightly.
"I'm planning to give Bua a sleeping pill," I said, stating the solution plainly.
Her eyes went wide with understanding. "So that's what the money was for! To buy those pills," she exclaimed, nodding.
"Yes, something like that," I replied, feeling my plan locking into place.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle. "I have sleeping pills right here. You can take these," she said, offering them to me.
A wave of relief washed over me. "That's great! One thing is done," I said, taking the bottle quickly.
"One thing is done? What's the *other* thing you need money for?" she asked, her curiosity instantly renewed, tapping her foot.
"I'll tell you everything later, Chachi. Just give me the pills," I said, anxious to get moving.
"I've already given them to you," she said, shaking the bottle playfully.
I took the pills from Chachi and immediately left for Principal Sir's house. I knocked on the large metal gate. The Principal's daughter-in-law opened the gate.
I was completely lost in my thoughts the moment I saw her. Principal Sir's daughter-in-law looked absolutely stunning, radiating beauty in a deep red saree. I was genuinely amazed that a woman this beautiful lived in our quiet village and I hadn't even known it. Her beauty was arresting from head to toe. The Principal's daughter-in-law's name was Kiran.
Kiran's voice was sharp, bringing me back to reality. "Who do you want to meet?" she asked.
"Oh, I wanted to meet Principal Sir. Is he at home?" I asked, a little flustered by her sudden appearance.
"Yes, he's here. What do you need with him?" she asked, looking me over with a curious gaze.
"I wanted to ask him about the college's opening schedule," I lied easily.
She stepped aside to let me enter. Kiran swayed her hips elegantly as she walked away toward the house entrance. Watching the movement of her gaand beneath the saree, my cock immediately got hard and painful. Hiding the sudden bulge, I sat down on the sofa in the hall, waiting for the Sir.
After a while, he came into the hall from another room. He looked slightly shocked to see me but quickly composed himself. He sat down on the sofa across from me.
"Kiran, dear," he called out loudly.
"Yes, father?" she replied from the kitchen.
"Make two cups of tea, please," he instructed.
"Yes, father," she confirmed.
He leaned toward me, his voice low. "What are you doing here, Avi?" he asked, his expression serious.
"I just felt like meeting you, so I came," I said, trying to be casual and friendly.
He gave me a sharp look. "Tell me, why didn't you come back to complete the job that day with the girl?" he asked, his eyes suddenly intense.
"I figured that girl wouldn't let me do it again after what happened," I admitted, shaking my head.
"Yes. She was in a lot of pain. She hasn't even let me touch her since that day," he said, sounding genuinely frustrated, sighing deeply.
"That's exactly why I didn't come back," I replied, nodding.
"Because of your one aggressive fuck, she didn't even let *me* do it," he complained, a hint of annoyance in his voice, waving his hand.
"Sorry, Sir. I got carried away," I apologized quickly.
"Leave it. Tell me why you've really come here now," he said, immediately changing the subject.
"I need something from you, Sir," I said, preparing to ask the big favor, leaning forward.
He narrowed his eyes, suddenly suspicious. "What do you need? Are you thinking of blackmailing me with that secret?" he asked, frowning.
I gave a short, fake laugh. "I would never think of doing something like that, Sir. You are my friend now," I said, buttering him up, giving him a big smile.
He laughed, amused by the sudden shift in our relationship. "I became a friend from a Sir. Okay, no problem. Tell me what exactly you need," he challenged, tapping his knee.
"I need a bottle of vodka," I said, getting straight to the point.
"Vodka? You drink alcohol now?" he asked, surprised, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, sometimes. Do you have any to spare?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yes, I do. I'll get it for you now," he said, standing up. "But remember, you must not tell anyone about that incident with the girl," he reiterated, his voice a final warning, looking sternly at me.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise," I swore.
He went to a room to get the bottle. Kiran came out of the kitchen with the tea tray.
"Here's the tea," she said, placing the cup down in front of me, her eyes lingering on mine.
I stared pointedly at her full breasts under the red saree. "What kind of milk is this?" I asked, challenging her with my gaze.
Her eyes followed my gaze, realizing where I was looking. "What did you say, young man?" she asked, her voice sharp with shock, pulling back slightly.
I stared at her breasts again, holding the direct gaze. "I asked what kind of milk you used in the tea," I repeated, letting a mischievous glint fill my eyes. "Is it cow's milk or buffalo's milk?"
"You're so rude!" she spat, her cheeks flushing red, turning her head.
I leaned back, feigning innocence. "What did I do? I just asked what kind of milk it was—cow's or buffalo's. I don't drink buffalo's milk. The doctor specifically told me not to drink it, so that's why I was asking," I lied convincingly, shrugging my shoulders.
She looked embarrassed, realizing her mistake. "Sorry, I thought that you..."
"I used cow's milk," she finished for me, her face turning crimson, looking down.
I couldn't resist pressing her a little further, my smirk wide. "What did you think, Kiran? Did you think that you..." I trailed off, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air, leaning back to watch her reaction.
Kiran's face turned a deep red, and she quickly turned and went inside the house, completely flustered.
Principal Sir returned and handed me two 180ml bottles of vodka. I paid him the money, assured him of my silence, and left quickly. I went straight to the market, bought some cold drinks to use as mixers, and then headed directly to Pooja Bua's house.
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I returned home, knowing my first task was to secure the resources for the night.
"Meena Chachi, can you come to my room for a minute? I need to ask you for something," I called out.
She paused her work, her voice tinged with impatience. "What is it now? What do you want?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"Just come, Chachi," I insisted, my tone a little too demanding for Chachi.
She gave me a long look. "I'll be there in ten minutes," she replied, and I paced my room, waiting impatiently.
After ten minutes, Meena Chachi came into my room, folding her arms. "Okay, now what is this important thing you want?" she asked, clearly annoyed at being summoned.
"Chachi, I need some money," I said, a little hesitantly, knowing the amount was unusual.
She raised an eyebrow. "How much?" she asked.
"One thousand rupees," I replied.
"That much money? What in the world is it for?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her annoyance, stepping closer.
"I'll tell you later, Chachi," I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't press for details now.
She reached for her purse, her eyes narrowing. "Okay, I'll give it to you, but you absolutely have to tell me later," she warned, pointing a finger at me.
"Have I ever hidden anything from you for long? I promise, I'll tell you everything later," I assured her.
"Here, take the money," she said, handing me the cash.
I quickly tucked the money away. "Also, I'm going to sleep at Pooja Bua's house tonight," I told her, my heart racing as I revealed the next part of the plan.
A knowing look spread across her face. "What? Did you plan on doing something with Sital tonight, since you got rid of the others yesterday?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes twinkling.
I returned the smirk. "You could say that I'm hoping for some action," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
"But what will Pooja Bua do? She's always awake," she asked, concerned about the main obstacle, frowning slightly.
"I'm planning to give Bua a sleeping pill," I said, stating the solution plainly.
Her eyes went wide with understanding. "So that's what the money was for! To buy those pills," she exclaimed, nodding.
"Yes, something like that," I replied, feeling my plan locking into place.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle. "I have sleeping pills right here. You can take these," she said, offering them to me.
A wave of relief washed over me. "That's great! One thing is done," I said, taking the bottle quickly.
"One thing is done? What's the *other* thing you need money for?" she asked, her curiosity instantly renewed, tapping her foot.
"I'll tell you everything later, Chachi. Just give me the pills," I said, anxious to get moving.
"I've already given them to you," she said, shaking the bottle playfully.
I took the pills from Chachi and immediately left for Principal Sir's house. I knocked on the large metal gate. The Principal's daughter-in-law opened the gate.
I was completely lost in my thoughts the moment I saw her. Principal Sir's daughter-in-law looked absolutely stunning, radiating beauty in a deep red saree. I was genuinely amazed that a woman this beautiful lived in our quiet village and I hadn't even known it. Her beauty was arresting from head to toe. The Principal's daughter-in-law's name was Kiran.
Kiran's voice was sharp, bringing me back to reality. "Who do you want to meet?" she asked.
"Oh, I wanted to meet Principal Sir. Is he at home?" I asked, a little flustered by her sudden appearance.
"Yes, he's here. What do you need with him?" she asked, looking me over with a curious gaze.
"I wanted to ask him about the college's opening schedule," I lied easily.
She stepped aside to let me enter. Kiran swayed her hips elegantly as she walked away toward the house entrance. Watching the movement of her gaand beneath the saree, my cock immediately got hard and painful. Hiding the sudden bulge, I sat down on the sofa in the hall, waiting for the Sir.
After a while, he came into the hall from another room. He looked slightly shocked to see me but quickly composed himself. He sat down on the sofa across from me.
"Kiran, dear," he called out loudly.
"Yes, father?" she replied from the kitchen.
"Make two cups of tea, please," he instructed.
"Yes, father," she confirmed.
He leaned toward me, his voice low. "What are you doing here, Avi?" he asked, his expression serious.
"I just felt like meeting you, so I came," I said, trying to be casual and friendly.
He gave me a sharp look. "Tell me, why didn't you come back to complete the job that day with the girl?" he asked, his eyes suddenly intense.
"I figured that girl wouldn't let me do it again after what happened," I admitted, shaking my head.
"Yes. She was in a lot of pain. She hasn't even let me touch her since that day," he said, sounding genuinely frustrated, sighing deeply.
"That's exactly why I didn't come back," I replied, nodding.
"Because of your one aggressive fuck, she didn't even let *me* do it," he complained, a hint of annoyance in his voice, waving his hand.
"Sorry, Sir. I got carried away," I apologized quickly.
"Leave it. Tell me why you've really come here now," he said, immediately changing the subject.
"I need something from you, Sir," I said, preparing to ask the big favor, leaning forward.
He narrowed his eyes, suddenly suspicious. "What do you need? Are you thinking of blackmailing me with that secret?" he asked, frowning.
I gave a short, fake laugh. "I would never think of doing something like that, Sir. You are my friend now," I said, buttering him up, giving him a big smile.
He laughed, amused by the sudden shift in our relationship. "I became a friend from a Sir. Okay, no problem. Tell me what exactly you need," he challenged, tapping his knee.
"I need a bottle of vodka," I said, getting straight to the point.
"Vodka? You drink alcohol now?" he asked, surprised, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, sometimes. Do you have any to spare?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yes, I do. I'll get it for you now," he said, standing up. "But remember, you must not tell anyone about that incident with the girl," he reiterated, his voice a final warning, looking sternly at me.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise," I swore.
He went to a room to get the bottle. Kiran came out of the kitchen with the tea tray.
"Here's the tea," she said, placing the cup down in front of me, her eyes lingering on mine.
I stared pointedly at her full breasts under the red saree. "What kind of milk is this?" I asked, challenging her with my gaze.
Her eyes followed my gaze, realizing where I was looking. "What did you say, young man?" she asked, her voice sharp with shock, pulling back slightly.
I stared at her breasts again, holding the direct gaze. "I asked what kind of milk you used in the tea," I repeated, letting a mischievous glint fill my eyes. "Is it cow's milk or buffalo's milk?"
"You're so rude!" she spat, her cheeks flushing red, turning her head.
I leaned back, feigning innocence. "What did I do? I just asked what kind of milk it was—cow's or buffalo's. I don't drink buffalo's milk. The doctor specifically told me not to drink it, so that's why I was asking," I lied convincingly, shrugging my shoulders.
She looked embarrassed, realizing her mistake. "Sorry, I thought that you..."
"I used cow's milk," she finished for me, her face turning crimson, looking down.
I couldn't resist pressing her a little further, my smirk wide. "What did you think, Kiran? Did you think that you..." I trailed off, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air, leaning back to watch her reaction.
Kiran's face turned a deep red, and she quickly turned and went inside the house, completely flustered.
Principal Sir returned and handed me two 180ml bottles of vodka. I paid him the money, assured him of my silence, and left quickly. I went straight to the market, bought some cold drinks to use as mixers, and then headed directly to Pooja Bua's house.
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