18-02-2026, 05:37 PM
"I kept crying in the train. The priest garu consoled me. The thought of having to live without my mom and dad filled me with fear.
The train reached Delhi via Madhya Pradesh without caring about me.
I couldn't understand what kind of place this city was.
Since they had come here before, they took me straight and enrolled me in the college hostel.
After they left, I became truly alone. Whenever I got fever from the cold or heat, the warden would look after me.
There were all kinds of people in the hostel.
It took me a long time just to understand Hindi.
I hadn't excelled in studies before this.
I'd wash my own clothes, clean my plate after eating, and cry while doing it.
Mom and dad never wrote letters.
Only the priest garu wrote. He wrote that both had remarried separately.
Time passed gradually. I passed 10th class with low marks.
My friends kept changing like this. New ones came. Some started smoking cigarettes and beedis.
** While in class, when changes started happening in my body, the warden gave a big lecture and educated us about it.
Because I'd been there for so many years, he had affection for me. His daughter called me 'Bhaiyya' (brother).
** After that, I had to move to a separate room.
Money came every month as per the court order.
With my marks, I joined History (for further studies).
Alone and not knowing what to do, I'd roam all over Delhi, spend time fun with friends.
The cold here is intense, and so is the heat.
I'd do small odd jobs just to pass time.
After joining BA, one lecturer got me placed as an assistant with a newspaper editor.
The editor was quite elderly. His daughter called me 'Annya' (brother).
I'd handle office work and read books in his library.
Because he was a socialist, he'd discuss economy and politics with me.
While in final year of degree, a big problem came up.
'Guru please, I paid the full fees to the academy,' my friend said.
'Will they give it back?'
'No, I'm going to Saudi with my dad anyway. You join,' he forced me.
With no choice, right after exams, I went to civil services coaching with the money he had paid.
That coaching became the turning point—or end—of my studies.
After writing prelims, while trying for a full-time job with the editor, a letter came saying I'd cleared the exam.
Shocked, I wrote the mains, then the interview.
I said whatever I knew.
Results came. My rank was 756.
Because of that, I got a Deputy post in Central Investigation (likely CBI or similar) in Group B.
Media talked about those who got IAS/IPS.
Where was I in comparison?
Anyway, what came, came. The training center is right here.
The editor was delighted. When I told priest garu, he blessed me.
I also told the hostel warden. His daughter said, 'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' took me to the kitchen, put her arms around my shoulders, and said, 'This is the first time I'm wearing a saree today.'
'Really looks good,' I said.
She kissed me on both cheeks.
'A gift from your little sister to big brother,' she said.
'I can tell,' I replied.
She pressed her breasts against my chest.
While I looked shyly, I squeezed her buttocks. She gave a firm kiss on my lips. 'You've become big now,' she said, holding my lips with hers and sucking while giving her tongue.
I took her tongue into my mouth, entwined it with mine, and kissed deeply.
She too licked and kissed my lips.
'Dad is here, otherwise...' she winked.
Later, when I went to the editor's house, he wasn't there.
'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' his daughter said.
I was already in the mood. 'What is it, chat?' I asked (playfully).
The girl was in a nightie. 'Boyfriend,' she said smiling.
'Since when?' I asked.
'Just two days,' she replied.
Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her left breast.
She looked shocked since I'd never done that before.
'You said sweets,' I laughed and squeezed again.
She thought for a moment, 'If dad finds out...'
I said 'Okay,' removed my hand, and started to leave. 'Annya, wait,' she said. I stopped at the door.
She came and was about to say 'That's not what I meant' when I grabbed her waist with both hands, pulled her close, and pressed my erect cock against her.
'S... you're acting strange today,' she said.
With one hand, she closed the door and said, 'Dad won't come tonight.' I put my hands on her back, hugged her tightly, and kissed her neck.
She must be around eighteen at most.
I slid my hands up and pulled down the zip of her nightie.
As I slid the nightie off her shoulders, she closed her eyes in shyness.
Once the nightie slipped off, her fair, sexy body glistened in front of me.
"I kept crying in the train. The priest garu consoled me. The thought of having to live without my mom and dad filled me with fear.
The train reached Delhi via Madhya Pradesh without caring about me.
I couldn't understand what kind of place this city was.
Since they had come here before, they took me straight and enrolled me in the college hostel.
After they left, I became truly alone. Whenever I got fever from the cold or heat, the warden would look after me.
There were all kinds of people in the hostel.
It took me a long time just to understand Hindi.
I hadn't excelled in studies before this.
I'd wash my own clothes, clean my plate after eating, and cry while doing it.
Mom and dad never wrote letters.
Only the priest garu wrote. He wrote that both had remarried separately.
Time passed gradually. I passed 10th class with low marks.
My friends kept changing like this. New ones came. Some started smoking cigarettes and beedis.
** While in class, when changes started happening in my body, the warden gave a big lecture and educated us about it.
Because I'd been there for so many years, he had affection for me. His daughter called me 'Bhaiyya' (brother).
** After that, I had to move to a separate room.
Money came every month as per the court order.
With my marks, I joined History (for further studies).
Alone and not knowing what to do, I'd roam all over Delhi, spend time fun with friends.
The cold here is intense, and so is the heat.
I'd do small odd jobs just to pass time.
After joining BA, one lecturer got me placed as an assistant with a newspaper editor.
The editor was quite elderly. His daughter called me 'Annya' (brother).
I'd handle office work and read books in his library.
Because he was a socialist, he'd discuss economy and politics with me.
While in final year of degree, a big problem came up.
'Guru please, I paid the full fees to the academy,' my friend said.
'Will they give it back?'
'No, I'm going to Saudi with my dad anyway. You join,' he forced me.
With no choice, right after exams, I went to civil services coaching with the money he had paid.
That coaching became the turning point—or end—of my studies.
After writing prelims, while trying for a full-time job with the editor, a letter came saying I'd cleared the exam.
Shocked, I wrote the mains, then the interview.
I said whatever I knew.
Results came. My rank was 756.
Because of that, I got a Deputy post in Central Investigation (likely CBI or similar) in Group B.
Media talked about those who got IAS/IPS.
Where was I in comparison?
Anyway, what came, came. The training center is right here.
The editor was delighted. When I told priest garu, he blessed me.
I also told the hostel warden. His daughter said, 'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' took me to the kitchen, put her arms around my shoulders, and said, 'This is the first time I'm wearing a saree today.'
'Really looks good,' I said.
She kissed me on both cheeks.
'A gift from your little sister to big brother,' she said.
'I can tell,' I replied.
She pressed her breasts against my chest.
While I looked shyly, I squeezed her buttocks. She gave a firm kiss on my lips. 'You've become big now,' she said, holding my lips with hers and sucking while giving her tongue.
I took her tongue into my mouth, entwined it with mine, and kissed deeply.
She too licked and kissed my lips.
'Dad is here, otherwise...' she winked.
Later, when I went to the editor's house, he wasn't there.
'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' his daughter said.
I was already in the mood. 'What is it, chat?' I asked (playfully).
The girl was in a nightie. 'Boyfriend,' she said smiling.
'Since when?' I asked.
'Just two days,' she replied.
Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her left breast.
She looked shocked since I'd never done that before.
'You said sweets,' I laughed and squeezed again.
She thought for a moment, 'If dad finds out...'
I said 'Okay,' removed my hand, and started to leave. 'Annya, wait,' she said. I stopped at the door.
She came and was about to say 'That's not what I meant' when I grabbed her waist with both hands, pulled her close, and pressed my erect cock against her.
'S... you're acting strange today,' she said.
With one hand, she closed the door and said, 'Dad won't come tonight.' I put my hands on her back, hugged her tightly, and kissed her neck.
She must be around eighteen at most.
I slid my hands up and pulled down the zip of her nightie.
As I slid the nightie off her shoulders, she closed her eyes in shyness.
Once the nightie slipped off, her fair, sexy body glistened in front of me.
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