03-12-2025, 11:06 PM
## Update 167 B: The Unspoken Truth and the Veto (Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi)
While I was at college receiving my results and grappling with the shock of seeing Riya, a crucial conversation was unfolding back home.
Meena Chachi entered the bedroom where Seema Chachi lay resting. Meena Chachi approached the bed cautiously. "Didi, how are you feeling right now?" she asked softly.
Seema Chachi slowly opened her eyes. "I feel a little better after taking the pill," she replied, blinking. "But my body still feels weak."
Meena Chachi nodded. "Then you must rest. I'll talk to you later when you're stronger."
"I'm not so sick that I can't talk, Meena," Seema Chachi insisted, pushing herself up on one elbow. "Tell me what you came here to talk about."
"It's about Avi," Meena Chachi said, shifting her weight nervously.
"What about him?" Seema Chachi asked, frowning. "Is it Avi's result day today?"
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed. "And he reminded me about the promise I made to him yesterday."
"What did you tell him?" Seema Chachi whispered, her gaze intense.
"I told him I'd fulfill the promise only if Suman Didi says yes," Meena Chachi confessed, looking down at her clasped hands.
"You're actually going to tell Didi everything?" Seema Chachi asked, astonishment widening her eyes.
"I have no choice now," Meena Chachi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I have to tell her the truth."
"I told you then, at the very beginning, to tell Didi the truth and to tell Avi the truth, too," Seema Chachi lamented, shaking her head slowly. "But you wouldn't listen to me."
"So what if I didn't listen then?" Meena Chachi shot back, her resolve hardening. "I'll tell Suman Didi today that Avi is the father of her child."
"Do you really think it will be that easy to confess now?" Seema Chachi asked, her voice laced with doubt.
"If it's not easy, then I will make it easy," Meena Chachi vowed, pacing the small space near the bed. "Didi, by the way, what do *you* think? Should I tell Suman Didi the truth, right now?"
Seema Chachi settled back onto the pillow, her expression resigned. "I've been saying to tell Didi the truth for a long time. If Didi says yes, we can finally have sex with Avi."
"Alright, then," Meena Chachi decided, straightening her clothes. "I'll go and tell her now. You rest and save your strength."
With a determined breath, Meena Chachi left the room and walked straight to find Suman Chachi.
Meena Chachi found Suman Chachi and stood before her, her hands clasped tightly together. "Didi, I need to talk to you about something very important," she began, her voice carefully pitched low.
Suman Chachi looked up from her work, sensing the sudden tension. "About what, Meena?"
"About that boy," Meena Chachi whispered, leaning closer, "the one who made both of us mothers."
Suman Chachi's eyes narrowed slightly. "What happened? Did he do something wrong to you?"
"No," Meena Chachi quickly denied, shaking her head.
"Is he asking for money or any kind of demand?" Suman Chachi pressed, her concern growing visible in her face.
"No, Didi. Nothing like that," Meena Chachi insisted, raising her palms defensively.
Suman Chachi grew impatient, waving her hand sharply. "Then what is it, Meena? Just tell me."
"You told me that you wanted to know about that boy before you would consider having sex again, didn't you?" Meena Chachi reminded her, holding her gaze.
"Yes, I did," Suman Chachi confirmed slowly, nodding.
"Well, today," Meena Chachi announced, letting out a heavy breath, "I've come to tell you exactly who he is."
Suman Chachi's eyes widened, but she quickly held up her hands to stop the flow of words. "Today? Why all of a sudden do you choose to tell me now?"
"I have to tell you sometime, Didi," Meena Chachi urged, stepping forward. "I thought today was as good a time as any."
Suman Chachi shook her head, her expression surprisingly calm now. "But now... I don't want to know anything about him, Meena."
"Why?" Meena Chachi asked, completely bewildered by the sudden change.
"The reason I had sex with that boy was fulfilled," Suman Chachi stated, her voice quiet but firm. "I got pregnant. Now, what's the point of knowing about his identity?"
"You'll find out who the father of your own child is," Meena Chachi argued, reaching out to touch her arm gently.
"You know, Meena, and that is enough for me," Suman Chachi said, pulling her arm back. "I truly do not want to know anything about him."
"Just listen to his name, please, Didi," Meena Chachi begged, her voice rising slightly in desperation.
"I told you I don't want to listen to anything about him!" Suman Chachi insisted, her tone sharper now, a hand over her ear.
"But why are you so afraid to hear his name?" Meena Chachi demanded, needing to understand the strong resistance.
Suman Chachi sighed deeply, her eyes clouded with an unexpected shame. "You want to know why I don't want to know the identity of that boy?" she asked finally, her shoulders dropping.
"Yes," Meena Chachi whispered, leaning in.
"That boy has made me addicted to his *lund*," Suman Chachi confessed, her voice barely audible. "Even after doing it only in the dark, I have become a slave to his *lund*. I can't live without his *lund*. Yet, I'm controlling myself only because I don't know who he is. If I find out who he is, I won't be able to stop myself from going to him."
Meena Chachi stared at her, then slowly nodded. "Then you absolutely *should* know about him, Didi. So that..."
"So that I can throw away my shame and have sex with him whenever I want?" Suman Chachi finished the thought, her eyes flashing with painful knowledge.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed, seeing the opening for her own desire.
Suman Chachi shook her head vigorously, taking a step back quickly. "How can you even suggest that, Meena? How can I possibly have sex with someone else while Avi's Chacha is alive? I can't even allow myself to think of that. As a elder sister, you know my sense of duty!"
"But you did it last time, too," Meena Chachi pointed out gently, lowering her voice.
"That was different," Suman Chachi stated, her resolve hardening like stone. "You know the circumstances. If I have sex with that boy today, knowing who he is, it will be a deliberate betrayal to Avi's Chacha. And I absolutely cannot betray Avi's Chacha."
"But..." Meena Chachi tried to argue, reaching out a hand.
"Forget about 'but,' Meena," Suman Chachi snapped, her patience gone and her hand held up as a stop sign. "Don't even tell Seema about that boy's identity. You will keep this secret strictly to yourself. And yes, you will not bring this topic up ever again."
With that final word, my elder aunt turned and quickly left the room.
Meena Chachi was left alone, her shoulders slumping in defeat. *What is all this complication?* she thought miserably, rubbing her forehead. Suman Didi has said a firm no. The reason Suman Didi gave, that if she has sex with him again, it will be a betrayal to Avi's Chacha, is absolutely right.
*But what should I do about Avi?* Meena Chachi wrung her hands together, a familiar nervous habit. *How should I explain this kind of moral reasoning to him? He's too young to understand this complexity.* Her chest felt heavy with the weight of the secret. *He's being so stubborn about having sex with us.*
*I don't know what to do.* *I'll do one thing,* Meena Chachi decided, a flicker of hope returning to her eyes. *I'll go talk to Seema Didi again.* She started walking toward the sick room. *Maybe she can help me figure out how to handle Avi.*
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While I was at college receiving my results and grappling with the shock of seeing Riya, a crucial conversation was unfolding back home.
Meena Chachi entered the bedroom where Seema Chachi lay resting. Meena Chachi approached the bed cautiously. "Didi, how are you feeling right now?" she asked softly.
Seema Chachi slowly opened her eyes. "I feel a little better after taking the pill," she replied, blinking. "But my body still feels weak."
Meena Chachi nodded. "Then you must rest. I'll talk to you later when you're stronger."
"I'm not so sick that I can't talk, Meena," Seema Chachi insisted, pushing herself up on one elbow. "Tell me what you came here to talk about."
"It's about Avi," Meena Chachi said, shifting her weight nervously.
"What about him?" Seema Chachi asked, frowning. "Is it Avi's result day today?"
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed. "And he reminded me about the promise I made to him yesterday."
"What did you tell him?" Seema Chachi whispered, her gaze intense.
"I told him I'd fulfill the promise only if Suman Didi says yes," Meena Chachi confessed, looking down at her clasped hands.
"You're actually going to tell Didi everything?" Seema Chachi asked, astonishment widening her eyes.
"I have no choice now," Meena Chachi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I have to tell her the truth."
"I told you then, at the very beginning, to tell Didi the truth and to tell Avi the truth, too," Seema Chachi lamented, shaking her head slowly. "But you wouldn't listen to me."
"So what if I didn't listen then?" Meena Chachi shot back, her resolve hardening. "I'll tell Suman Didi today that Avi is the father of her child."
"Do you really think it will be that easy to confess now?" Seema Chachi asked, her voice laced with doubt.
"If it's not easy, then I will make it easy," Meena Chachi vowed, pacing the small space near the bed. "Didi, by the way, what do *you* think? Should I tell Suman Didi the truth, right now?"
Seema Chachi settled back onto the pillow, her expression resigned. "I've been saying to tell Didi the truth for a long time. If Didi says yes, we can finally have sex with Avi."
"Alright, then," Meena Chachi decided, straightening her clothes. "I'll go and tell her now. You rest and save your strength."
With a determined breath, Meena Chachi left the room and walked straight to find Suman Chachi.
Meena Chachi found Suman Chachi and stood before her, her hands clasped tightly together. "Didi, I need to talk to you about something very important," she began, her voice carefully pitched low.
Suman Chachi looked up from her work, sensing the sudden tension. "About what, Meena?"
"About that boy," Meena Chachi whispered, leaning closer, "the one who made both of us mothers."
Suman Chachi's eyes narrowed slightly. "What happened? Did he do something wrong to you?"
"No," Meena Chachi quickly denied, shaking her head.
"Is he asking for money or any kind of demand?" Suman Chachi pressed, her concern growing visible in her face.
"No, Didi. Nothing like that," Meena Chachi insisted, raising her palms defensively.
Suman Chachi grew impatient, waving her hand sharply. "Then what is it, Meena? Just tell me."
"You told me that you wanted to know about that boy before you would consider having sex again, didn't you?" Meena Chachi reminded her, holding her gaze.
"Yes, I did," Suman Chachi confirmed slowly, nodding.
"Well, today," Meena Chachi announced, letting out a heavy breath, "I've come to tell you exactly who he is."
Suman Chachi's eyes widened, but she quickly held up her hands to stop the flow of words. "Today? Why all of a sudden do you choose to tell me now?"
"I have to tell you sometime, Didi," Meena Chachi urged, stepping forward. "I thought today was as good a time as any."
Suman Chachi shook her head, her expression surprisingly calm now. "But now... I don't want to know anything about him, Meena."
"Why?" Meena Chachi asked, completely bewildered by the sudden change.
"The reason I had sex with that boy was fulfilled," Suman Chachi stated, her voice quiet but firm. "I got pregnant. Now, what's the point of knowing about his identity?"
"You'll find out who the father of your own child is," Meena Chachi argued, reaching out to touch her arm gently.
"You know, Meena, and that is enough for me," Suman Chachi said, pulling her arm back. "I truly do not want to know anything about him."
"Just listen to his name, please, Didi," Meena Chachi begged, her voice rising slightly in desperation.
"I told you I don't want to listen to anything about him!" Suman Chachi insisted, her tone sharper now, a hand over her ear.
"But why are you so afraid to hear his name?" Meena Chachi demanded, needing to understand the strong resistance.
Suman Chachi sighed deeply, her eyes clouded with an unexpected shame. "You want to know why I don't want to know the identity of that boy?" she asked finally, her shoulders dropping.
"Yes," Meena Chachi whispered, leaning in.
"That boy has made me addicted to his *lund*," Suman Chachi confessed, her voice barely audible. "Even after doing it only in the dark, I have become a slave to his *lund*. I can't live without his *lund*. Yet, I'm controlling myself only because I don't know who he is. If I find out who he is, I won't be able to stop myself from going to him."
Meena Chachi stared at her, then slowly nodded. "Then you absolutely *should* know about him, Didi. So that..."
"So that I can throw away my shame and have sex with him whenever I want?" Suman Chachi finished the thought, her eyes flashing with painful knowledge.
"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed, seeing the opening for her own desire.
Suman Chachi shook her head vigorously, taking a step back quickly. "How can you even suggest that, Meena? How can I possibly have sex with someone else while Avi's Chacha is alive? I can't even allow myself to think of that. As a elder sister, you know my sense of duty!"
"But you did it last time, too," Meena Chachi pointed out gently, lowering her voice.
"That was different," Suman Chachi stated, her resolve hardening like stone. "You know the circumstances. If I have sex with that boy today, knowing who he is, it will be a deliberate betrayal to Avi's Chacha. And I absolutely cannot betray Avi's Chacha."
"But..." Meena Chachi tried to argue, reaching out a hand.
"Forget about 'but,' Meena," Suman Chachi snapped, her patience gone and her hand held up as a stop sign. "Don't even tell Seema about that boy's identity. You will keep this secret strictly to yourself. And yes, you will not bring this topic up ever again."
With that final word, my elder aunt turned and quickly left the room.
Meena Chachi was left alone, her shoulders slumping in defeat. *What is all this complication?* she thought miserably, rubbing her forehead. Suman Didi has said a firm no. The reason Suman Didi gave, that if she has sex with him again, it will be a betrayal to Avi's Chacha, is absolutely right.
*But what should I do about Avi?* Meena Chachi wrung her hands together, a familiar nervous habit. *How should I explain this kind of moral reasoning to him? He's too young to understand this complexity.* Her chest felt heavy with the weight of the secret. *He's being so stubborn about having sex with us.*
*I don't know what to do.* *I'll do one thing,* Meena Chachi decided, a flicker of hope returning to her eyes. *I'll go talk to Seema Didi again.* She started walking toward the sick room. *Maybe she can help me figure out how to handle Avi.*
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