06-12-2025, 12:24 AM
## Update 181: The Memory Card's Dark Secrets (Avi and Meena Chachi)
We had just finished watching the shocking video of Mrs. Varma. Meena Chachi's face was flushed, her breath coming fast.
"Look at the other video, Avi," Meena Chachi leaned closer to the phone, her voice thick with demand.
"Okay, Chachi, I'm playing it now," I agreed, tapping the screen to select the next file.
I played the second video. Meena Chachi and I were hit by another wave of shock. The details were just as raw, the action as intense.
"Now who on earth is this woman?" Meena Chachi gasped, her eyes wide.
"How would I know, Chachi? We have to watch the video, and the details will tell us," I replied, my gaze locked on the screen.
"She's doing it with two different boys, Avi!" Meena Chachi pointed a trembling finger at the display.
"Yes," I confirmed, a knot of speculation tightening in my gut. "I think this must be Mrs. Gupta, the teacher Ritu Didi mentioned."
"How can you be so sure?" Meena Chachi frowned, rubbing her chin. "There's no sound in the video to help us identify her."
"Ritu Didi said that Mrs. Gupta has sex with her student," I reminded her, the pieces fitting together in my mind.
"I think you might be right," Meena Chachi admitted, nodding slowly.
"If this truly is Mrs. Gupta, this college is going to be so much fun," I grinned, the possibility of another target filling me with dangerous excitement.
"Don't just have fun, Avi. You must study too," Meena Chachi gave me a sharp look, her momentary excitement replaced by her usual caution.
"Komal is the one who's there for studies, Chachi," I said, waving her concern away.
The second video ended.
"This is over. Now what's next?" Meena Chachi sighed, leaning back against the headboard.
"I'll play the next video," I stated, tapping the screen again.
I played the next file. This time, as soon as I saw the woman in the video, my body went cold, then hot. I was completely shocked again.
"What happened, Avi? Do you know her?" Meena Chachi nudged my arm, sensing my sudden stillness.
"Chachi, this is Pankaj's mother," I pointed at the screen, my voice barely a whisper.
"What did you say?" Meena Chachi shot upright, her eyes bulging.
"Yes, Chachi. This is Pankaj's mother," I repeated, confirming the impossible truth.
"And this must be Pankaj's father, then," Meena Chachi studied the man on the screen.
"No," I countered immediately, shaking my head. "This is absolutely not Pankaj's father."
"What?" Meena Chachi demanded, grabbing the phone from my hand to inspect the man closer. "Then who is it? Do you know him?"
"Yes," I confirmed, my jaw tight. "This man comes to Pankaj's house often. I've seen him."
"Who is he, Avi?" she hissed, her eyes darting between the screen and my face.
"He is Pankaj's maternal uncle, his Mamaji."
"What? He's Pankaj's mother's own brother? Her Mamaji?" Meena Chachi pulled back, stunned.
"Yes," I repeated flatly.
"This kind of twisted thing really happens in the city," Meena Chachi shook her head slowly, a look of grim acknowledgment on her face.
"What do we care, Chachi?" I said, taking the phone back. "It's their life. Let them do it."
We watched the video, the initial shock dissolving into raw observation.
"Look at the others, Avi. Maybe you'll find out about someone else we know," Meena Chachi pressed her hand to her chest.
"Okay, I'll keep going," I agreed, my finger already hovering over the next file.
I played the next video. I was getting one shock after another, the contents of the memory card an unending stream of secrets.
I was completely frozen after watching the next video.
"Chachi, this is Pankaj's sister, Ritu," I could only point at the screen, my voice thick with disbelief.
"Ritu?" Meena Chachi leaned in, skeptical.
"Yes," I insisted. "And the man with her must be her boyfriend."
"You can look at all these details later," Meena Chachi glanced at the clock on the wall, impatience creeping in. "Let me watch the remaining videos. I also have to go to sleep soon."
I played the next video. This one also featured Ritu Didi, but there was a second, different boy in the clip.
"How many boys does this Ritu actually have, Avi?" Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed with judgment.
"How am I supposed to know how many boyfriends Ritu Didi has made?" I countered, a deep sense of surprise settling over me.
"Play the next video," Meena Chachi commanded, her voice sharp.
I played the next video. This one was also Ritu's, and there was a third, different boy in this clip too.
"It seems Ritu is a slut," Meena Chachi recoiled, shaking her head in disgust.
"Ritu can't be a slut, Chachi," I bristled at the harsh word, defending her immediately.
"She's having sex with three different boys," Meena Chachi stated, her voice flat. "Ritu is absolutely a slut."
"We'll see the next video," I argued, tapping the screen. "If that also turns out to be Ritu's, then I will accept that Ritu is a slut."
"Yes, play it now," Meena Chachi nodded curtly.
I played the last video in the folder. In this clip, Ritu was simply taking a shower.
"See, Chachi," I said, putting the phone down. "Ritu is not a slut. Those three must just be her boyfriends."
"Still, with three boys at such a young age?" she was still fixated on the number.
"All this is completely common in the city, Chachi," I informed her.
"Let it be," she sighed, standing up abruptly. "I'm going to sleep now. But first, I'll have to take a shower."
I looked at the clock; it was late. "Shower, Chachi? At this hour of the night?"
"You made me feel so much heat, Avi, by showing me all these videos," Meena Chachi turned back, her eyes heavy-lidded, a slow, sensual smile spreading across her face. "I'll have to take a shower to get rid of the heat and calm myself down."
"I'll get ri..." Before I could finish my sentence—the offer to relieve her tension—Meena Chachi simply said goodnight and slipped out of the room, leaving me alone with the silent, humming mobile.
I stared down at the memory card content. I looked at the image folder, noting the dozen or so files. There was nothing special in the remaining videos, but I found a nude photo of Ritu Didi in the picture folder. While looking at Ritu Didi's exposed figure in the quiet darkness of my room, my lund heavy and throbbing, I eventually fell asleep.
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We had just finished watching the shocking video of Mrs. Varma. Meena Chachi's face was flushed, her breath coming fast.
"Look at the other video, Avi," Meena Chachi leaned closer to the phone, her voice thick with demand.
"Okay, Chachi, I'm playing it now," I agreed, tapping the screen to select the next file.
I played the second video. Meena Chachi and I were hit by another wave of shock. The details were just as raw, the action as intense.
"Now who on earth is this woman?" Meena Chachi gasped, her eyes wide.
"How would I know, Chachi? We have to watch the video, and the details will tell us," I replied, my gaze locked on the screen.
"She's doing it with two different boys, Avi!" Meena Chachi pointed a trembling finger at the display.
"Yes," I confirmed, a knot of speculation tightening in my gut. "I think this must be Mrs. Gupta, the teacher Ritu Didi mentioned."
"How can you be so sure?" Meena Chachi frowned, rubbing her chin. "There's no sound in the video to help us identify her."
"Ritu Didi said that Mrs. Gupta has sex with her student," I reminded her, the pieces fitting together in my mind.
"I think you might be right," Meena Chachi admitted, nodding slowly.
"If this truly is Mrs. Gupta, this college is going to be so much fun," I grinned, the possibility of another target filling me with dangerous excitement.
"Don't just have fun, Avi. You must study too," Meena Chachi gave me a sharp look, her momentary excitement replaced by her usual caution.
"Komal is the one who's there for studies, Chachi," I said, waving her concern away.
The second video ended.
"This is over. Now what's next?" Meena Chachi sighed, leaning back against the headboard.
"I'll play the next video," I stated, tapping the screen again.
I played the next file. This time, as soon as I saw the woman in the video, my body went cold, then hot. I was completely shocked again.
"What happened, Avi? Do you know her?" Meena Chachi nudged my arm, sensing my sudden stillness.
"Chachi, this is Pankaj's mother," I pointed at the screen, my voice barely a whisper.
"What did you say?" Meena Chachi shot upright, her eyes bulging.
"Yes, Chachi. This is Pankaj's mother," I repeated, confirming the impossible truth.
"And this must be Pankaj's father, then," Meena Chachi studied the man on the screen.
"No," I countered immediately, shaking my head. "This is absolutely not Pankaj's father."
"What?" Meena Chachi demanded, grabbing the phone from my hand to inspect the man closer. "Then who is it? Do you know him?"
"Yes," I confirmed, my jaw tight. "This man comes to Pankaj's house often. I've seen him."
"Who is he, Avi?" she hissed, her eyes darting between the screen and my face.
"He is Pankaj's maternal uncle, his Mamaji."
"What? He's Pankaj's mother's own brother? Her Mamaji?" Meena Chachi pulled back, stunned.
"Yes," I repeated flatly.
"This kind of twisted thing really happens in the city," Meena Chachi shook her head slowly, a look of grim acknowledgment on her face.
"What do we care, Chachi?" I said, taking the phone back. "It's their life. Let them do it."
We watched the video, the initial shock dissolving into raw observation.
"Look at the others, Avi. Maybe you'll find out about someone else we know," Meena Chachi pressed her hand to her chest.
"Okay, I'll keep going," I agreed, my finger already hovering over the next file.
I played the next video. I was getting one shock after another, the contents of the memory card an unending stream of secrets.
I was completely frozen after watching the next video.
"Chachi, this is Pankaj's sister, Ritu," I could only point at the screen, my voice thick with disbelief.
"Ritu?" Meena Chachi leaned in, skeptical.
"Yes," I insisted. "And the man with her must be her boyfriend."
"You can look at all these details later," Meena Chachi glanced at the clock on the wall, impatience creeping in. "Let me watch the remaining videos. I also have to go to sleep soon."
I played the next video. This one also featured Ritu Didi, but there was a second, different boy in the clip.
"How many boys does this Ritu actually have, Avi?" Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed with judgment.
"How am I supposed to know how many boyfriends Ritu Didi has made?" I countered, a deep sense of surprise settling over me.
"Play the next video," Meena Chachi commanded, her voice sharp.
I played the next video. This one was also Ritu's, and there was a third, different boy in this clip too.
"It seems Ritu is a slut," Meena Chachi recoiled, shaking her head in disgust.
"Ritu can't be a slut, Chachi," I bristled at the harsh word, defending her immediately.
"She's having sex with three different boys," Meena Chachi stated, her voice flat. "Ritu is absolutely a slut."
"We'll see the next video," I argued, tapping the screen. "If that also turns out to be Ritu's, then I will accept that Ritu is a slut."
"Yes, play it now," Meena Chachi nodded curtly.
I played the last video in the folder. In this clip, Ritu was simply taking a shower.
"See, Chachi," I said, putting the phone down. "Ritu is not a slut. Those three must just be her boyfriends."
"Still, with three boys at such a young age?" she was still fixated on the number.
"All this is completely common in the city, Chachi," I informed her.
"Let it be," she sighed, standing up abruptly. "I'm going to sleep now. But first, I'll have to take a shower."
I looked at the clock; it was late. "Shower, Chachi? At this hour of the night?"
"You made me feel so much heat, Avi, by showing me all these videos," Meena Chachi turned back, her eyes heavy-lidded, a slow, sensual smile spreading across her face. "I'll have to take a shower to get rid of the heat and calm myself down."
"I'll get ri..." Before I could finish my sentence—the offer to relieve her tension—Meena Chachi simply said goodnight and slipped out of the room, leaving me alone with the silent, humming mobile.
I stared down at the memory card content. I looked at the image folder, noting the dozen or so files. There was nothing special in the remaining videos, but I found a nude photo of Ritu Didi in the picture folder. While looking at Ritu Didi's exposed figure in the quiet darkness of my room, my lund heavy and throbbing, I eventually fell asleep.
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