05-12-2025, 10:54 PM
## Update 180: The Teacher's Secret (Avi and Meena Chachi)
I returned from Karim's house. Nothing more happened there, as Karim was present, and both Heena and Soniya retreated to their rooms as soon as we arrived. After a brief chat with the family, I went home.
I had dinner with my aunts, the conversation quiet and routine. Afterward, I went to my room, sat on the bed, and became completely absorbed in my new mobile. I dedicated myself to understanding its functions, navigating the menus and settings easily.
Since I had used Sital Didi's mobile extensively, I quickly figured out how to operate my own.
I was playing with the phone when, a little while later, Meena Chachi walked into my room.
"What are you doing, Avi?" Meena Chachi tilted her head, watching my focused movements.
"I'm just looking at the mobile, Chachi," I held up the phone, my eyes still glued to the screen, "trying to learn it."
"Show me your mobile," Meena Chachi instructed, walking closer to the bed.
I started demonstrating the functions to Meena Chachi. She was delighted, giggling at the videos, songs, and pictures the device could display, pointing excitedly.
"Your mobile is so good," Meena Chachi tapped the screen of my phone. "Does my mobile have all these things too?"
"No, all this doesn't work on your mobile, Chachi," I shook my head, putting my phone down.
"Why not?" she frowned, confused by the difference.
"You need a memory card inside the mobile to watch all this," I explained. As the word "memory card" left my mouth, I instantly remembered the small black plastic object I had slipped into my pocket in Ritu Didi's room. My heart gave a sudden, hard thump against my ribs, the memory shocking me. I stood up quickly, reaching into my jeans pocket to pull it out.
"This tiny thing is called a memory card?" Meena Chachi peered at the small object I held.
"This is a memory card, Chachi," I pulled the card out and held it up, rotating it between my fingers.
"All these songs and videos are somehow stored inside such a small card?" she looked astonished, leaning in closer.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"But this is for a mobile," Meena Chachi observed, eyeing my jeans. "How did you take it out of your pocket?"
"I found this lying on the floor at Pankaj's house," I admitted, looking at the card.
"Does it have videos too?" Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice dropping.
"I'll put it in the mobile now and we'll see," I was already sliding the small card into the slot on my phone.
I inserted the memory card. Then Meena Chachi and I leaned close, starting to browse the files together.
There were three clearly labeled folders: *Video*, *Image*, and *Voice*. I opened the Video folder. There were about twelve videos listed inside. I tapped on the first video. This was not a movie. It was a sex video of two people.
The moment the video started, displaying the raw, blurred action, Meena Chachi snapped her head up and looked directly at me, her eyes wide. I looked back at Meena Chachi. Even though we had shared sex ourselves, we stared at each other as if nothing had ever happened between us, caught in the immediate, unexpected shock of the screen.
Meena Chachi had never seen a sex video before. This was her first, and she was watching it with me, her nephew.
"What is this, Avi?" Meena Chachi pointed a trembling finger at the screen.
"You're asking me like you don't know exactly what this is," I retorted, a low excitement beginning to course through my veins.
"I mean," she insisted, lowering her voice, "who are these people, and how did you get this video?"
"How would I know who this is?" I shrugged, keeping my focus on the screen. "I found this memory card in Pankaj's sister Ritu's room."
"Have your days gotten so bad that you are getting by just by watching a video now?" Meena Chachi's face hardened, her disapproval clear.
"I'm only watching it out of curiosity," I countered quickly, the memory of Soniya still fresh in my mind. "Why would I *need* to watch a video? Chachi, I have Kiran and Riya, right? And I have Rati too."
"Then why are you watching this particular video?" she pressed, her eyes still on the phone, watching the action intently.
"I need to find out who this is and why Ritu Didi had it," I explained, leaning closer to the screen. "We will watch the video now, and then we will figure out everything."
We continued watching the video together, her breathing slightly fast next to me. The identities of the two people slowly became clearer.
"Chachi, look closely," I pointed at the screen, my heart rate accelerating with realization. "This is our college teacher, Mrs. Varma. And the man, I think, is Principal Sir."
"Are these your teacher and Principal Sir, Avi?" Meena Chachi gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in utter disbelief.
"Yes," I confirmed, then quickly recounted to Meena Chachi everything Ritu Didi had told me about the affair earlier that day.
"How are you so sure this is Mrs. Varma?" Meena Chachi demanded, her eyes wide with shock. "And how can you identify the Principal?"
"I had to go give a commerce branch form to Mrs. Varma," I reminded her, explaining the visit. "I went with Pankaj to her house to give her the form. I saw Mrs. Varma then, so I recognize her face. And after recognizing her, I figured out the man must be the Principal Sir based on the story Ritu Didi told me."
"So this is the affair," Meena Chachi slowly exhaled, her tension easing slightly. "Now what are you going to do with this secret, Avi?"
"As if you don't know exactly what I'm going to do with this video," I chuckled, a low, confident sound, looking at her with a knowing grin.
Meena Chachi looked me straight in the eye, a dark look of understanding passing between us. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Avi?"
"Yes," I confirmed, my voice a rough whisper. "But I'm thinking of something a little different, something better."
"What is that?" she urged, her interest piqued.
"I am going to use this video to have sex with Mrs. Varma," I looked down at the video playing silently on the screen and stated my goal.
"I was thinking the exact same thing, Avi," Meena Chachi nodded slowly, confirming our shared thought.
"And if I get a chance," I added, tapping the screen lightly, "I'll make Mrs. Varma dance entirely on my finger."
"Whatever you do," Meena Chachi advised, her voice carrying a serious warning, "do it only after thinking it through completely."
"You don't need to worry about me, Chachi," I waved off her concern with a dismissive hand gesture.
"But he is the Principal Sir," she reminded me, her worry returning, her brow furrowing. "That means he has great power."
"So what?" I scoffed, throwing my head back slightly. "If I could handle the Principal Sir at my old college, I will definitely handle this college's Principal too."
"Still..." Meena Chachi hesitated, looking unconvinced by my bravado.
"I should tell you one thing, Chachi," I sighed, remembering a key detail. "This is the old Principal Sir in the video. A new Principal Sir has come to the college now."
"Then it's fine," Meena Chachi relaxed visibly, her tension leaving her shoulders. "But still, be careful with whatever you plan to do."
"Yes, I will be careful," I promised, a rush of cold confidence filling me, my hand gripping the phone tighter. "I have two full years to execute all this."
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I returned from Karim's house. Nothing more happened there, as Karim was present, and both Heena and Soniya retreated to their rooms as soon as we arrived. After a brief chat with the family, I went home.
I had dinner with my aunts, the conversation quiet and routine. Afterward, I went to my room, sat on the bed, and became completely absorbed in my new mobile. I dedicated myself to understanding its functions, navigating the menus and settings easily.
Since I had used Sital Didi's mobile extensively, I quickly figured out how to operate my own.
I was playing with the phone when, a little while later, Meena Chachi walked into my room.
"What are you doing, Avi?" Meena Chachi tilted her head, watching my focused movements.
"I'm just looking at the mobile, Chachi," I held up the phone, my eyes still glued to the screen, "trying to learn it."
"Show me your mobile," Meena Chachi instructed, walking closer to the bed.
I started demonstrating the functions to Meena Chachi. She was delighted, giggling at the videos, songs, and pictures the device could display, pointing excitedly.
"Your mobile is so good," Meena Chachi tapped the screen of my phone. "Does my mobile have all these things too?"
"No, all this doesn't work on your mobile, Chachi," I shook my head, putting my phone down.
"Why not?" she frowned, confused by the difference.
"You need a memory card inside the mobile to watch all this," I explained. As the word "memory card" left my mouth, I instantly remembered the small black plastic object I had slipped into my pocket in Ritu Didi's room. My heart gave a sudden, hard thump against my ribs, the memory shocking me. I stood up quickly, reaching into my jeans pocket to pull it out.
"This tiny thing is called a memory card?" Meena Chachi peered at the small object I held.
"This is a memory card, Chachi," I pulled the card out and held it up, rotating it between my fingers.
"All these songs and videos are somehow stored inside such a small card?" she looked astonished, leaning in closer.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"But this is for a mobile," Meena Chachi observed, eyeing my jeans. "How did you take it out of your pocket?"
"I found this lying on the floor at Pankaj's house," I admitted, looking at the card.
"Does it have videos too?" Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice dropping.
"I'll put it in the mobile now and we'll see," I was already sliding the small card into the slot on my phone.
I inserted the memory card. Then Meena Chachi and I leaned close, starting to browse the files together.
There were three clearly labeled folders: *Video*, *Image*, and *Voice*. I opened the Video folder. There were about twelve videos listed inside. I tapped on the first video. This was not a movie. It was a sex video of two people.
The moment the video started, displaying the raw, blurred action, Meena Chachi snapped her head up and looked directly at me, her eyes wide. I looked back at Meena Chachi. Even though we had shared sex ourselves, we stared at each other as if nothing had ever happened between us, caught in the immediate, unexpected shock of the screen.
Meena Chachi had never seen a sex video before. This was her first, and she was watching it with me, her nephew.
"What is this, Avi?" Meena Chachi pointed a trembling finger at the screen.
"You're asking me like you don't know exactly what this is," I retorted, a low excitement beginning to course through my veins.
"I mean," she insisted, lowering her voice, "who are these people, and how did you get this video?"
"How would I know who this is?" I shrugged, keeping my focus on the screen. "I found this memory card in Pankaj's sister Ritu's room."
"Have your days gotten so bad that you are getting by just by watching a video now?" Meena Chachi's face hardened, her disapproval clear.
"I'm only watching it out of curiosity," I countered quickly, the memory of Soniya still fresh in my mind. "Why would I *need* to watch a video? Chachi, I have Kiran and Riya, right? And I have Rati too."
"Then why are you watching this particular video?" she pressed, her eyes still on the phone, watching the action intently.
"I need to find out who this is and why Ritu Didi had it," I explained, leaning closer to the screen. "We will watch the video now, and then we will figure out everything."
We continued watching the video together, her breathing slightly fast next to me. The identities of the two people slowly became clearer.
"Chachi, look closely," I pointed at the screen, my heart rate accelerating with realization. "This is our college teacher, Mrs. Varma. And the man, I think, is Principal Sir."
"Are these your teacher and Principal Sir, Avi?" Meena Chachi gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in utter disbelief.
"Yes," I confirmed, then quickly recounted to Meena Chachi everything Ritu Didi had told me about the affair earlier that day.
"How are you so sure this is Mrs. Varma?" Meena Chachi demanded, her eyes wide with shock. "And how can you identify the Principal?"
"I had to go give a commerce branch form to Mrs. Varma," I reminded her, explaining the visit. "I went with Pankaj to her house to give her the form. I saw Mrs. Varma then, so I recognize her face. And after recognizing her, I figured out the man must be the Principal Sir based on the story Ritu Didi told me."
"So this is the affair," Meena Chachi slowly exhaled, her tension easing slightly. "Now what are you going to do with this secret, Avi?"
"As if you don't know exactly what I'm going to do with this video," I chuckled, a low, confident sound, looking at her with a knowing grin.
Meena Chachi looked me straight in the eye, a dark look of understanding passing between us. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Avi?"
"Yes," I confirmed, my voice a rough whisper. "But I'm thinking of something a little different, something better."
"What is that?" she urged, her interest piqued.
"I am going to use this video to have sex with Mrs. Varma," I looked down at the video playing silently on the screen and stated my goal.
"I was thinking the exact same thing, Avi," Meena Chachi nodded slowly, confirming our shared thought.
"And if I get a chance," I added, tapping the screen lightly, "I'll make Mrs. Varma dance entirely on my finger."
"Whatever you do," Meena Chachi advised, her voice carrying a serious warning, "do it only after thinking it through completely."
"You don't need to worry about me, Chachi," I waved off her concern with a dismissive hand gesture.
"But he is the Principal Sir," she reminded me, her worry returning, her brow furrowing. "That means he has great power."
"So what?" I scoffed, throwing my head back slightly. "If I could handle the Principal Sir at my old college, I will definitely handle this college's Principal too."
"Still..." Meena Chachi hesitated, looking unconvinced by my bravado.
"I should tell you one thing, Chachi," I sighed, remembering a key detail. "This is the old Principal Sir in the video. A new Principal Sir has come to the college now."
"Then it's fine," Meena Chachi relaxed visibly, her tension leaving her shoulders. "But still, be careful with whatever you plan to do."
"Yes, I will be careful," I promised, a rush of cold confidence filling me, my hand gripping the phone tighter. "I have two full years to execute all this."
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