Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 176: The Sister's Secret (Avi and Ritu Didi)

The next day, the brand-new mobile felt heavy and significant in my hand. I found Komal and immediately showed her the phone. Her face lit up; she was genuinely happy for me. We quickly exchanged numbers, confirming the connection between us.

Then Komal launched into a detailed explanation of her laptop studies. For the past three weeks, I had been spending two hours every morning reading about laptops with Komal, but my mind was clearly focused on other things now.

I went home and ate lunch. After a brief chat with Meena Chachi, I rode my bike straight to Pankaj's house, the phone heavy in my pocket.

"What's the matter, Avi?" Pankaj eyed the device in my hand, raising an eyebrow. "You bought a new mobile?"

"Yes, dude," I said, flipping the phone open slightly. "I absolutely had to. Now, give me your number."

I quickly took his number, and he took mine.

"So tell me the real story," Pankaj leaned against the wall, stretching. "What's been going on?"

"Nothing special," I replied, shrugging. "I just come to your house sometimes and to Karim’s house sometimes. Killing time before college."

"Why?" Pankaj grinned knowingly. "You don't have a girlfriend yet, so you're stuck spending time with us?"

*(Everyone asks the same question,)* I thought, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement. "I don't have one," I confirmed again, shaking my head.

"Then go make one," Pankaj advised, punching my shoulder lightly, giving me unsolicited advice.

"We'll see," I said, checking my pockets. "If I find someone in college who meets my standards, I’ll make one. By the way, do *you* have a girlfriend?"

"No, I'm also just getting by with my hand right now," Pankaj frowned, looking away. "We'll see. As soon as college starts, I'll be the first one to land a girlfriend."

*(He doesn't have a girlfriend himself and here he is, lecturing me on how to get one,)* I mused silently, holding back a laugh. "You can certainly make one, Pankaj," I said, looking around the living room. "I don't see Ritu Didi anywhere."

"She’s in her room," Pankaj waved his hand toward the back of the house dismissively. "Why are you asking about her?"

"College is about to start," I explained, standing up. "I was thinking of asking Ritu Didi a few questions about life there."

"Go ahead to Ritu Didi's room and ask her," Pankaj yawned widely, rubbing his ears. "My ears are hurting from hearing the word 'college.' I'm going to sleep."

"You go to sleep," I agreed, walking toward the hallway. "I'll go talk to Didi."

Pankaj's family was wealthy; both his mother and father ran their own successful businesses. They were rich, and Pankaj spent money like water. Today, his mom and dad had gone to the office. Pankaj was now asleep. Ritu Didi was alone in her room.

I walked quietly toward Ritu Didi's room. I called her name from just outside the door, my voice hushed.

"Ritu Didi, Ritu Didi!"

No sound came from inside. I slowly pushed the door open and stepped into the room. It was empty.

But I could clearly hear the sound of water running and falling, coming from the attached bathroom. I called out again, louder this time, my voice still low.

"Ritu Didi!"

"Who is it?" a voice answered from behind the closed bathroom door. "Pankaj, how many times have I told you not to come into my room while I'm showering?"

"Didi, it's me, Avi," I called back, stepping further inside the room.

"Oh, it's you, Avi," the voice said, sounding relieved. "Sit down. I'll be out after I finish taking my shower."

I sat down on the edge of the large bed, waiting patiently.

I started taking in the room, noticing how well Ritu Didi had arranged everything, admiring the cleanliness. As my eyes wandered, they settled on the table below. Near the edge, something small and black lay glinting in the light.

There was a tiny memory card near the table leg. *Maybe it had fallen out by mistake,* I thought, leaning over. I reached down, picked up the small card, and placed it neatly on top of the table.

I started looking around the room again, but my eyes were drawn back to that same memory card on the table.

*What could be on that memory card?* I wondered intensely, my mind racing. *Why wouldn't Ritu Didi keep it in her mobile? Maybe it held some important documents. Or...*

After a second of intense internal debate, a sudden rush of daring hit me hard. My heart hammered against my ribs, beating like a drum. I swiftly picked up the memory card again and slipped it into my pocket, the tiny, hard plastic a secret weight against my thigh. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat, the heat of the moment making me nervous. A deep knot of guilt and excitement tightened in my gut.

A little while later, Ritu Didi emerged from the bathroom. She stepped out wearing only a towel, holding the fabric tightly.

My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't look away from Ritu Didi. The towel was wrapped tightly, but it only reached her mid-thigh. From the top, the fabric strained to cover her chest; her full figure was barely contained by the cloth.

Ritu Didi saw the blatant look on my face. She looked straight at me, bringing me sharply back to the present.

"Have you truly never seen a girl before, Avi?" she spoke, a playful amusement in her voice, a slight smile on her lips.

"I have seen girls, Didi," I corrected her, my voice low and thick, barely a whisper. "But I haven't seen one quite like you."

"What's so special about me?" Ritu Didi tightened the towel slightly, a slow smile forming. "Why are you staring at me like that, Avi?"

"You're beautiful, Didi," I let the words tumble out honestly. "Completely beautiful from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet."

"Just beautiful...?" she prompted, her eyes challenging mine, waiting for more.

After saying that, Ritu Didi walked straight to the wardrobe, ignoring my gaze. She pulled out a small black panty and a sheer, pink nightgown. I expected her to go back into the bathroom to get dressed, but she didn't. Ritu Didi began putting on the panty right there, in front of me, dropping the towel.

My pupils dilated wildly. *Well, today I'll finally get to see Ritu Didi's chooť,* I thought, leaning forward, my body instantly rigid with anticipation and lust. *Or at the very least, I'll get to see Ritu Didi wearing only a panty.*

I watched her every movement, my gaze locked on her lower body. I thought, *Today I’ll get to see a city chooť.* But nothing like that happened.

It seemed this was Didi's everyday routine, changing clothes right there, regardless of who was watching. I strained my eyes, trying desperately to catch a glimpse, but I couldn't see her *choot*. I couldn't even see the edges of the panty fully beneath the towel as she quickly slipped it on. Ritu Didi then quickly slipped the nighty over her head. In an instant, she was fully covered. I hadn't seen her *choot*, nor her full figure, nor Ritu Didi in just a panty. My excitement deflated slightly.

She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, the fresh scent of soap filling the air, making me breathe deeply.

"So, Avi, what did you actually need to ask me about?" Ritu Didi shifted her weight, turning to face me.

"I wanted to ask you about college life," I replied, forcing my attention away from her closeness and the fresh smell.

Ritu Didi smiled knowingly, tilting her head. "What did you want to ask? The good things or the bad things?"

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