12-06-2026, 09:06 AM
In todays world we have PORN where we can see all types of sex visually in 4K clarity, in such a age why sex story sites exists? And first of all why people still read sex stories when they can watch porn?
Answer for this is simple, It is “STORY”
Yes, story can make you travel in a different world, and it can hold hand and walks you thru emotions, pain, pleasure and it can give a great feeling where a 4K porn video cant give. Thats why people read stories.
But here when we refer to STORY we need to know the difference between Sex Story and Sex narration. A one pager in the name of story just describes fully about how their sexual organs looks like how they fucked, sucked,ufffffff what to read and cherish.
Story is something where a right plot, right situations, build up, conversations can make you feel wanting more and bite nails anticipating more.
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It was a modest middle-class apartment. In the hall, Manoj sat at a table, carefully cleaning his DSLR camera along with its lenses and all the accessories. The camera did not belong to him, it was his wealthy friend’s. He used it to take photographs at events and earn some money. He was willing to do any kind of work. For his family, money was an absolute necessity. At just 26 years old, he had not studied beyond the ninth grade. Due to family circumstances, he had begun doing small jobs from a very young age.
In the same hall, his elder sister Madhavi, aged 29, was busy stitching ladies’ garments on the tailoring machine. She was neither painfully thin nor plump. Her figure was gracefully proportioned, with a slight softness at the waist. Her complexion was a beautiful lemon-toned wheatish shade, and her thick black hair, adorned with a small sticker, made her look strikingly attractive. Her body was exquisitely shaped, as if carefully sculpted. Even in her sari, her full breasts proudly proclaimed her youthful vitality.
She was deeply focused on her sewing. Meanwhile, Manoj was absorbed in his camera equipment, thoughtfully planning how he would photograph the birthday event the next day.
Narmada emerged from the kitchen, wiping the sweat from her face with the edge of her sari. She walked into the hall, sat down on the mat spread on the floor against the wall, leaned her back and head against it, and began staring sorrowfully at the ceiling. Tears slowly trickled from her eyes. Her gaze reflected a thousand sorrows and deep pain. There was no kumkum on her forehead. Narmada was 47 years old, yet her age had not dimmed her youthful beauty. It was clear that Madhavi had inherited her mother’s attractiveness. Even in her grief, Narmada looked beautiful. At this age too, her breasts remained firm, pressing against her blouse. She was dressed in a sari.
Both Manoj and Madhavi noticed her at almost the same moment. Madhavi immediately stopped the wheel of the sewing machine and asked with deep concern, “Amma, are you crying? What happened?”
Manoj set his camera aside. “What is it, Amma? What’s wrong?”
Both of them left their work, came over to the mat, and sat beside her. “Amma, why are you suddenly crying like this? Is it because you remembered Appa?”
Narmada wiped her eyes. With a mixture of anger and pain, she began to speak.
“Tell me truthfully - does God really exist?
Is there even one God in this world?”
She looked at both of them alternately as she asked.
Manoj and Madhavi glanced at each other, puzzled, unable to understand what their mother was trying to say.
Narmada: “What sin have we committed against anyone? Forget everyone else-what sin did I commit? Why has misfortune been relentlessly chasing our entire family for the last twenty years, without a moment’s relief?”
Breathing heavily with anger, she continued.
Narmada: “I was married at Eighteen. I was raised with great moral values. Until this day, the only man who has ever seen me uncovered is your father-my husband. I lived with such discipline both before and after marriage.”
Madhavi: “Amma, please… do we need to hear all this? We already know what a good person you are. Who is asking about all this now?”
Manoj: “Amma, did someone say something bad about you? Tell me, I’ll deal with them.”
Narmada: “No one said anything. Let me speak fully.”
Both fell silent.
Narmada: “Your father passed away in an accident when Madhavi was seven, you were three, and our Maithili was just one year old. At that young age, I lost my husband and became burdened with the entire responsibility of the family.
Why did we have to lose your father at such a tender age? What sin had I committed that such a fate should befall me and our family?
After he left, our struggles were endless. Even in that hardship, how many men tried to take advantage of my situation? How much pain did I endure to protect myself from this world of men and to raise all of you safely?”
Manoj: “Amma, it’s very painful to hear all this. Please stop. I’ve grown up now. I’m earning something, even if it’s not much. Akka is also earning through tailoring. Maithili is studying well. Despite all the difficulties, we’ve managed to educate at least our youngest daughter. She is studying Computer Science with great interest. In another year, she will get a job. Think of the good things and find some comfort, Amma. Please don’t grieve so much.”
Narmada (angrily): “Hey! What did I say? Let me vent a little. Don’t interrupt!”
Manoj: “Okay, Amma. Speak.”
Narmada: “Look, we can console ourselves. But the truth is not as good as you think. I lost my husband. I couldn’t educate all three of you properly. I couldn’t continue Madhavi’s studies or let you study further. I placed the entire burden of the family on your young shoulders. You started carrying it too. If the family had been well-off, you would have studied, got a good job, married at the right age, and lived your youth happily.
But that didn’t happen. I don’t know if you even have a decent future ahead of you.
Even while suffering, I always prayed that my children should live well. That’s why, despite all the hardships, we got Madhavi married.”
Unable to control herself any longer, Narmada broke down in tears. Since she was speaking about Madhavi’s life, Madhavi’s eyes also filled with tears in helpless sorrow.
Madhavi: “Amma, that is my fate. What can you do about it?”
Anger surged within Narmada.
Narmada: “What do you mean ‘your fate’? Is fate some kind of joke? Even though I couldn’t educate you much, I raised you with strong moral values. No one could ever point a finger at you. I searched hard and found you a good husband. I spent all the money we had saved, along with everything Manoj had earned, on your wedding. What sin did you commit? What sin did I commit? Why did the same fate that struck me fall upon you too? Why did your husband have to die in an accident within just one year of marriage? If he had been a drunkard or had done something wrong, at least we could have consoled ourselves. But he died because of someone else’s mistake on the road. Why should you, at such a young age, have to remove your mangalsutra just like me? Where is that God?”
Madhavi’s own grief welled up, and tears flowed from her eyes as well.
Madhavi: “It’s all my destiny, Amma.”
Narmada: “What kind of God is He? Look at Sulakshana from the next street. She got pregnant while still in college. They quietly got it taken care of without anyone knowing and married her off. Now she is living happily with her husband in the US and has even had a child. I don’t wish her any ill. But what greater sin did you commit than her? Why did you end up like this?”
Manoj: “Amma, please. I understand your pain. But if you think this deeply, it will only harm your health. Don’t torment yourself unnecessarily, Amma. Let it go.”
Narmada: “Hey, my worry is not just about her, son. It includes you too. As long as you carry this entire family on your head, you will never find relief. You said that once Akka gets married and Maithili completes her studies, you would get married. Now, even she has lost her life. You keep saying Akka is not old yet and that we can arrange another marriage for her. You have to settle everyone else before thinking of your own life. It feels like asking when this endless cycle of waves will stop and when we can finally bathe in peace. I have already told you - you are 26 years old now. Go and build a life for yourself.”
Manoj: “Amma, that’s not…”
Narmada: “I already know what you are going to say. You will only repeat the same thing.”
Narmada began crying again.
Narmada: “Even if my own life is ruined, I hoped at least my children would live well. But nothing has worked out. In this world, there is no place for goodness. God does not exist at all. There is no value for morality, honesty, or living a decent life. Seeing the two of you suffering so much right before my eyes feels like my heart is shattering. If God truly exists and cannot give us a good life, then at least He should grant me a quick and peaceful death. I would close my eyes without having to witness all your pain.”
Both Manoj and Madhavi broke down emotionally.
Madhavi: “Amma, please don’t talk like this. We are not suffering that much. Both of us are fine. What do we lack? Please stop tormenting yourself by thinking about all these unnecessary things.”
Narmada gave a hollow, empty laugh.
Narmada: “Oh dear, I am your mother. Do you think a mother doesn’t know whether her own children are happy or not?”
Both remained silent, unable to respond.
Narmada: “Madhavi, go and bring Manoj’s phone that is charging inside.”
Manoj looked up with slight panic. Madhavi, thinking for a moment, got up, went inside, brought the phone, and handed it to her mother.
Since she knew the phone’s passcode, Narmada unlocked it. Manoj watched with visible tension.
Narmada: “Manoj, you are a grown man, not a little boy. I don’t usually go through your phone. But by chance, I saw a notification and read it. What I read turned out to be very revealing.”
She handed the phone to Madhavi and said, “Madhavi, read his last message that he sent to his friend.”
Madhavi hesitated. “Amma, please don’t. It’s his phone, his privacy. There’s no need for me to read it. Why should we embarrass him like this? Whatever it is, let’s leave it to him. We shouldn’t intrude into his personal space, Amma.”
Manoj: “Amma, I understand what you must have read. Please let it go. Akka is right. Please.”
Narmada: “Madhavi, he is not a small boy, and you are not a little girl either. We are all adults here. Thinking that we shouldn’t enter into his problems is a kind of selfishness. In this family, we should know what the others are going through - especially the pain, suffering, and struggles hidden behind the one who is working so hard for all of us. So read it out loud.”
Madhavi looked at Manoj hesitantly, then began reading the message with reluctance.
“Machaan, I can’t come for that figure… ” Madhavi paused in embarrassment. When Narmada insisted, she continued reading. “I can’t afford it, da. My budget won’t allow it. 5000 rupees is too difficult right now. My sister’s hostel fees already have a shortage of around 500…”
“Tomorrow there is a birthday photo shoot. Only if I get paid for that can I arrange the hostel fees. It seems like fate doesn’t even allow me to touch a girl. I do whatever I can…”
Madhavi: “Amma, please stop. Don’t make me to read any further and embarrass him.”
Manoj: “Amma, please don’t. This is very humiliating. Please.”
Narmada: “Manoj, I am not reading this to humiliate you. You have done nothing wrong. Madhavi, continue reading.”
With great discomfort, Madhavi read further: “I have no choice but to… masturbate. For a man without means, his own hand becomes the outlet for sex, machaan. My hand is my only support.”
After finishing the message, Madhavi looked at Manoj with sympathy and said, “Sorry, da, Manoj.”
Madhavi: “Amma, what are you trying to prove by making me reading this? This is very embarrassing for him. You are hurting him deeply. Manoj, please don’t think badly of me for reading it. I will never judge you wrongly because of this message. Please don’t feel too low about yourself.”
Narmada: “What are you suggesting? That I should act as if nothing happened, ignore the message I just read, and pretend not to know about his suffering? If your father were alive, I would have discussed this with him and decided what to do. Here, it is only the three of us. Are you asking me to keep everything bottled up inside and die in silence?”
Madhavi: “Aiyo, it’s not like that, Amma.”
Narmada (looking at Manoj): “Manoj, go to Madhavi’s room. Under her bed, near the wall side, there is something. Bring it here.”
Madhavi was shocked. She cried out, “Amma, you are crossing all limits! Why are you searching through everything like this? Manoj, please don’t. Don’t bring anything.”
Narmada: “Hey, I am your mother. Go respectfully and bring it. She read your letter, didn’t she? This is no different. It is our duty to understand each other’s pain. Go and get it. I cannot live in this house pretending not to know what is happening under my own roof. We must bring everything into the open and discuss it.”
Madhavi bit her nails in panic. Manoj went inside with a face full of shock and returned with the object.
Madhavi placed her hand on her head, lowered her gaze, held her mother’s hand, and pleaded in a soft, tearful voice, “Amma, please let it go. Don’t make this bigger than it is and humiliate me, especially in front of him. How can I face him after this, Amma? Please. Whatever it is, the two of us can discuss it privately. Please.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she begged.
What Manoj brought from Madhavi’s room was a vibrator shaped like a male organ. Shock danced across Manoj’s face. When he looked at Madhavi, she avoided his gaze in deep shame, unable to meet his eyes, and continued pleading with her mother.
Narmada: “Give it to me.”
Narmada took it in her hand and examined it.
Madhavi: “Please, Amma. Let it go.”
Narmada: “Dear girl, you are my daughter. I have no intention of humiliating or shaming you. Exposing your private matters like this in front of everyone is not to degrade you. Similarly, I do not view what both of you are doing individually as wrong. Our fate has placed us in such circumstances. If Madhavi’s husband were alive, why would she need this? Likewise, if Manoj were married, why would he need to seek relief outside?”
“Physical pleasure is something everyone needs. You are both suppressing that thirst in your own ways. And both of you have chosen almost the same method.”
Madhavi: “Please, Amma. How could you do this in front of him? What will he think of me? How can I ever face him again? Why have you done this without any sense of decency?”
Narmada: “Manoj, do you think less of your sister after seeing what she has been doing?”
Manoj: “No, Amma. Akka, please. I understand your situation completely. I am telling you exactly what you told me earlier. Please don’t think low of yourself.”
Narmada: “Madhavi, is everything clear now? Both of you listen carefully to what this mother has to say. I have been very confused, but now I have reached some clarity.”
Manoj and Madhavi looked at her in puzzlement, wondering what Narmada was about to say.
Narmada began speaking with firm resolve.
“Madhavi, Manoj - listen well. All these years, I have raised you wrongly, without even realizing it. I taught you that things which are not good are good, and that good things are bad. I have misguided you greatly. Now I have to correct everything. What can I do? It took half a lifetime for this stubborn mind to understand.”
Madhavi: “Amma, please. You seem very disturbed. Take some rest. Don’t talk so much.”
Narmada (angrily): “What? Do I look like a mad woman to you? Why are you telling me not to speak?”
Madhavi: “Aiyo, that’s not what I meant, Amma…”
Narmada: “Both of you, listen to me. First thing: There is no God in this world watching over us from above, rewarding good deeds and punishing bad ones. This is a complete lie. It is not the truth at all. This is the lesson I have learned after losing my husband and seeing my daughter’s life ruined.”
Manoj and Madhavi looked at each other with concern, as their mother, who had held strong principles for so many years, was now breaking them all.
“Listen to the second point. The idea that we must live with morality, and that losing morality will destroy our lives, is another big lie. I have learned this from experience. I lived with morality. I raised you with morality too. Yet, a girl far less moral than you is living a luxurious life. You, on the other hand, have lost everything. What I have understood from this is… there is no need to be moral. We should do whatever makes our heart happy. As long as it is not visible to others, it is enough. That is exactly what happened with the girl from the neighboring street. No one in the town knows. Only her family and I know. She faces no loss of respect. She enjoyed herself before marriage and continues to enjoy with her husband now.
You, who lived morally, experienced no pleasure before marriage. The happiness you got after marriage did not last. Now, this machine is your only comfort.”
She lifted the vibrator with disgust and threw it back down.
“That is why I am telling both of you - my daughter and son - I do not want to see any mental suffering on your faces. I only want to see happiness. From now on, I will not tell you to live with morality and restraint. As long as society does not speak ill of you, live in whatever way brings you happiness. I have no objection to that.”
Madhavi: “Aiyo, Amma, what are you saying?”
Narmada: “Madhavi, do not think I am speaking nonsense out of grief or madness. I have thought deeply and reached this clarity before speaking to you. Understand that. This is why I am openly discussing both of your personal matters in front of each other.”
She paused for a moment in silence, then continued.
Narmada: “Both of you, listen carefully. Do not be shocked. I am speaking after thinking clearly
Answer for this is simple, It is “STORY”
Yes, story can make you travel in a different world, and it can hold hand and walks you thru emotions, pain, pleasure and it can give a great feeling where a 4K porn video cant give. Thats why people read stories.
But here when we refer to STORY we need to know the difference between Sex Story and Sex narration. A one pager in the name of story just describes fully about how their sexual organs looks like how they fucked, sucked,ufffffff what to read and cherish.
Story is something where a right plot, right situations, build up, conversations can make you feel wanting more and bite nails anticipating more.
===========
It was a modest middle-class apartment. In the hall, Manoj sat at a table, carefully cleaning his DSLR camera along with its lenses and all the accessories. The camera did not belong to him, it was his wealthy friend’s. He used it to take photographs at events and earn some money. He was willing to do any kind of work. For his family, money was an absolute necessity. At just 26 years old, he had not studied beyond the ninth grade. Due to family circumstances, he had begun doing small jobs from a very young age.
In the same hall, his elder sister Madhavi, aged 29, was busy stitching ladies’ garments on the tailoring machine. She was neither painfully thin nor plump. Her figure was gracefully proportioned, with a slight softness at the waist. Her complexion was a beautiful lemon-toned wheatish shade, and her thick black hair, adorned with a small sticker, made her look strikingly attractive. Her body was exquisitely shaped, as if carefully sculpted. Even in her sari, her full breasts proudly proclaimed her youthful vitality.
She was deeply focused on her sewing. Meanwhile, Manoj was absorbed in his camera equipment, thoughtfully planning how he would photograph the birthday event the next day.
Narmada emerged from the kitchen, wiping the sweat from her face with the edge of her sari. She walked into the hall, sat down on the mat spread on the floor against the wall, leaned her back and head against it, and began staring sorrowfully at the ceiling. Tears slowly trickled from her eyes. Her gaze reflected a thousand sorrows and deep pain. There was no kumkum on her forehead. Narmada was 47 years old, yet her age had not dimmed her youthful beauty. It was clear that Madhavi had inherited her mother’s attractiveness. Even in her grief, Narmada looked beautiful. At this age too, her breasts remained firm, pressing against her blouse. She was dressed in a sari.
Both Manoj and Madhavi noticed her at almost the same moment. Madhavi immediately stopped the wheel of the sewing machine and asked with deep concern, “Amma, are you crying? What happened?”
Manoj set his camera aside. “What is it, Amma? What’s wrong?”
Both of them left their work, came over to the mat, and sat beside her. “Amma, why are you suddenly crying like this? Is it because you remembered Appa?”
Narmada wiped her eyes. With a mixture of anger and pain, she began to speak.
“Tell me truthfully - does God really exist?
Is there even one God in this world?”
She looked at both of them alternately as she asked.
Manoj and Madhavi glanced at each other, puzzled, unable to understand what their mother was trying to say.
Narmada: “What sin have we committed against anyone? Forget everyone else-what sin did I commit? Why has misfortune been relentlessly chasing our entire family for the last twenty years, without a moment’s relief?”
Breathing heavily with anger, she continued.
Narmada: “I was married at Eighteen. I was raised with great moral values. Until this day, the only man who has ever seen me uncovered is your father-my husband. I lived with such discipline both before and after marriage.”
Madhavi: “Amma, please… do we need to hear all this? We already know what a good person you are. Who is asking about all this now?”
Manoj: “Amma, did someone say something bad about you? Tell me, I’ll deal with them.”
Narmada: “No one said anything. Let me speak fully.”
Both fell silent.
Narmada: “Your father passed away in an accident when Madhavi was seven, you were three, and our Maithili was just one year old. At that young age, I lost my husband and became burdened with the entire responsibility of the family.
Why did we have to lose your father at such a tender age? What sin had I committed that such a fate should befall me and our family?
After he left, our struggles were endless. Even in that hardship, how many men tried to take advantage of my situation? How much pain did I endure to protect myself from this world of men and to raise all of you safely?”
Manoj: “Amma, it’s very painful to hear all this. Please stop. I’ve grown up now. I’m earning something, even if it’s not much. Akka is also earning through tailoring. Maithili is studying well. Despite all the difficulties, we’ve managed to educate at least our youngest daughter. She is studying Computer Science with great interest. In another year, she will get a job. Think of the good things and find some comfort, Amma. Please don’t grieve so much.”
Narmada (angrily): “Hey! What did I say? Let me vent a little. Don’t interrupt!”
Manoj: “Okay, Amma. Speak.”
Narmada: “Look, we can console ourselves. But the truth is not as good as you think. I lost my husband. I couldn’t educate all three of you properly. I couldn’t continue Madhavi’s studies or let you study further. I placed the entire burden of the family on your young shoulders. You started carrying it too. If the family had been well-off, you would have studied, got a good job, married at the right age, and lived your youth happily.
But that didn’t happen. I don’t know if you even have a decent future ahead of you.
Even while suffering, I always prayed that my children should live well. That’s why, despite all the hardships, we got Madhavi married.”
Unable to control herself any longer, Narmada broke down in tears. Since she was speaking about Madhavi’s life, Madhavi’s eyes also filled with tears in helpless sorrow.
Madhavi: “Amma, that is my fate. What can you do about it?”
Anger surged within Narmada.
Narmada: “What do you mean ‘your fate’? Is fate some kind of joke? Even though I couldn’t educate you much, I raised you with strong moral values. No one could ever point a finger at you. I searched hard and found you a good husband. I spent all the money we had saved, along with everything Manoj had earned, on your wedding. What sin did you commit? What sin did I commit? Why did the same fate that struck me fall upon you too? Why did your husband have to die in an accident within just one year of marriage? If he had been a drunkard or had done something wrong, at least we could have consoled ourselves. But he died because of someone else’s mistake on the road. Why should you, at such a young age, have to remove your mangalsutra just like me? Where is that God?”
Madhavi’s own grief welled up, and tears flowed from her eyes as well.
Madhavi: “It’s all my destiny, Amma.”
Narmada: “What kind of God is He? Look at Sulakshana from the next street. She got pregnant while still in college. They quietly got it taken care of without anyone knowing and married her off. Now she is living happily with her husband in the US and has even had a child. I don’t wish her any ill. But what greater sin did you commit than her? Why did you end up like this?”
Manoj: “Amma, please. I understand your pain. But if you think this deeply, it will only harm your health. Don’t torment yourself unnecessarily, Amma. Let it go.”
Narmada: “Hey, my worry is not just about her, son. It includes you too. As long as you carry this entire family on your head, you will never find relief. You said that once Akka gets married and Maithili completes her studies, you would get married. Now, even she has lost her life. You keep saying Akka is not old yet and that we can arrange another marriage for her. You have to settle everyone else before thinking of your own life. It feels like asking when this endless cycle of waves will stop and when we can finally bathe in peace. I have already told you - you are 26 years old now. Go and build a life for yourself.”
Manoj: “Amma, that’s not…”
Narmada: “I already know what you are going to say. You will only repeat the same thing.”
Narmada began crying again.
Narmada: “Even if my own life is ruined, I hoped at least my children would live well. But nothing has worked out. In this world, there is no place for goodness. God does not exist at all. There is no value for morality, honesty, or living a decent life. Seeing the two of you suffering so much right before my eyes feels like my heart is shattering. If God truly exists and cannot give us a good life, then at least He should grant me a quick and peaceful death. I would close my eyes without having to witness all your pain.”
Both Manoj and Madhavi broke down emotionally.
Madhavi: “Amma, please don’t talk like this. We are not suffering that much. Both of us are fine. What do we lack? Please stop tormenting yourself by thinking about all these unnecessary things.”
Narmada gave a hollow, empty laugh.
Narmada: “Oh dear, I am your mother. Do you think a mother doesn’t know whether her own children are happy or not?”
Both remained silent, unable to respond.
Narmada: “Madhavi, go and bring Manoj’s phone that is charging inside.”
Manoj looked up with slight panic. Madhavi, thinking for a moment, got up, went inside, brought the phone, and handed it to her mother.
Since she knew the phone’s passcode, Narmada unlocked it. Manoj watched with visible tension.
Narmada: “Manoj, you are a grown man, not a little boy. I don’t usually go through your phone. But by chance, I saw a notification and read it. What I read turned out to be very revealing.”
She handed the phone to Madhavi and said, “Madhavi, read his last message that he sent to his friend.”
Madhavi hesitated. “Amma, please don’t. It’s his phone, his privacy. There’s no need for me to read it. Why should we embarrass him like this? Whatever it is, let’s leave it to him. We shouldn’t intrude into his personal space, Amma.”
Manoj: “Amma, I understand what you must have read. Please let it go. Akka is right. Please.”
Narmada: “Madhavi, he is not a small boy, and you are not a little girl either. We are all adults here. Thinking that we shouldn’t enter into his problems is a kind of selfishness. In this family, we should know what the others are going through - especially the pain, suffering, and struggles hidden behind the one who is working so hard for all of us. So read it out loud.”
Madhavi looked at Manoj hesitantly, then began reading the message with reluctance.
“Machaan, I can’t come for that figure… ” Madhavi paused in embarrassment. When Narmada insisted, she continued reading. “I can’t afford it, da. My budget won’t allow it. 5000 rupees is too difficult right now. My sister’s hostel fees already have a shortage of around 500…”
“Tomorrow there is a birthday photo shoot. Only if I get paid for that can I arrange the hostel fees. It seems like fate doesn’t even allow me to touch a girl. I do whatever I can…”
Madhavi: “Amma, please stop. Don’t make me to read any further and embarrass him.”
Manoj: “Amma, please don’t. This is very humiliating. Please.”
Narmada: “Manoj, I am not reading this to humiliate you. You have done nothing wrong. Madhavi, continue reading.”
With great discomfort, Madhavi read further: “I have no choice but to… masturbate. For a man without means, his own hand becomes the outlet for sex, machaan. My hand is my only support.”
After finishing the message, Madhavi looked at Manoj with sympathy and said, “Sorry, da, Manoj.”
Madhavi: “Amma, what are you trying to prove by making me reading this? This is very embarrassing for him. You are hurting him deeply. Manoj, please don’t think badly of me for reading it. I will never judge you wrongly because of this message. Please don’t feel too low about yourself.”
Narmada: “What are you suggesting? That I should act as if nothing happened, ignore the message I just read, and pretend not to know about his suffering? If your father were alive, I would have discussed this with him and decided what to do. Here, it is only the three of us. Are you asking me to keep everything bottled up inside and die in silence?”
Madhavi: “Aiyo, it’s not like that, Amma.”
Narmada (looking at Manoj): “Manoj, go to Madhavi’s room. Under her bed, near the wall side, there is something. Bring it here.”
Madhavi was shocked. She cried out, “Amma, you are crossing all limits! Why are you searching through everything like this? Manoj, please don’t. Don’t bring anything.”
Narmada: “Hey, I am your mother. Go respectfully and bring it. She read your letter, didn’t she? This is no different. It is our duty to understand each other’s pain. Go and get it. I cannot live in this house pretending not to know what is happening under my own roof. We must bring everything into the open and discuss it.”
Madhavi bit her nails in panic. Manoj went inside with a face full of shock and returned with the object.
Madhavi placed her hand on her head, lowered her gaze, held her mother’s hand, and pleaded in a soft, tearful voice, “Amma, please let it go. Don’t make this bigger than it is and humiliate me, especially in front of him. How can I face him after this, Amma? Please. Whatever it is, the two of us can discuss it privately. Please.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she begged.
What Manoj brought from Madhavi’s room was a vibrator shaped like a male organ. Shock danced across Manoj’s face. When he looked at Madhavi, she avoided his gaze in deep shame, unable to meet his eyes, and continued pleading with her mother.
Narmada: “Give it to me.”
Narmada took it in her hand and examined it.
Madhavi: “Please, Amma. Let it go.”
Narmada: “Dear girl, you are my daughter. I have no intention of humiliating or shaming you. Exposing your private matters like this in front of everyone is not to degrade you. Similarly, I do not view what both of you are doing individually as wrong. Our fate has placed us in such circumstances. If Madhavi’s husband were alive, why would she need this? Likewise, if Manoj were married, why would he need to seek relief outside?”
“Physical pleasure is something everyone needs. You are both suppressing that thirst in your own ways. And both of you have chosen almost the same method.”
Madhavi: “Please, Amma. How could you do this in front of him? What will he think of me? How can I ever face him again? Why have you done this without any sense of decency?”
Narmada: “Manoj, do you think less of your sister after seeing what she has been doing?”
Manoj: “No, Amma. Akka, please. I understand your situation completely. I am telling you exactly what you told me earlier. Please don’t think low of yourself.”
Narmada: “Madhavi, is everything clear now? Both of you listen carefully to what this mother has to say. I have been very confused, but now I have reached some clarity.”
Manoj and Madhavi looked at her in puzzlement, wondering what Narmada was about to say.
Narmada began speaking with firm resolve.
“Madhavi, Manoj - listen well. All these years, I have raised you wrongly, without even realizing it. I taught you that things which are not good are good, and that good things are bad. I have misguided you greatly. Now I have to correct everything. What can I do? It took half a lifetime for this stubborn mind to understand.”
Madhavi: “Amma, please. You seem very disturbed. Take some rest. Don’t talk so much.”
Narmada (angrily): “What? Do I look like a mad woman to you? Why are you telling me not to speak?”
Madhavi: “Aiyo, that’s not what I meant, Amma…”
Narmada: “Both of you, listen to me. First thing: There is no God in this world watching over us from above, rewarding good deeds and punishing bad ones. This is a complete lie. It is not the truth at all. This is the lesson I have learned after losing my husband and seeing my daughter’s life ruined.”
Manoj and Madhavi looked at each other with concern, as their mother, who had held strong principles for so many years, was now breaking them all.
“Listen to the second point. The idea that we must live with morality, and that losing morality will destroy our lives, is another big lie. I have learned this from experience. I lived with morality. I raised you with morality too. Yet, a girl far less moral than you is living a luxurious life. You, on the other hand, have lost everything. What I have understood from this is… there is no need to be moral. We should do whatever makes our heart happy. As long as it is not visible to others, it is enough. That is exactly what happened with the girl from the neighboring street. No one in the town knows. Only her family and I know. She faces no loss of respect. She enjoyed herself before marriage and continues to enjoy with her husband now.
You, who lived morally, experienced no pleasure before marriage. The happiness you got after marriage did not last. Now, this machine is your only comfort.”
She lifted the vibrator with disgust and threw it back down.
“That is why I am telling both of you - my daughter and son - I do not want to see any mental suffering on your faces. I only want to see happiness. From now on, I will not tell you to live with morality and restraint. As long as society does not speak ill of you, live in whatever way brings you happiness. I have no objection to that.”
Madhavi: “Aiyo, Amma, what are you saying?”
Narmada: “Madhavi, do not think I am speaking nonsense out of grief or madness. I have thought deeply and reached this clarity before speaking to you. Understand that. This is why I am openly discussing both of your personal matters in front of each other.”
She paused for a moment in silence, then continued.
Narmada: “Both of you, listen carefully. Do not be shocked. I am speaking after thinking clearly
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