28-06-2026, 10:30 AM
Chapter 7
The next morning arrived wrapped in a deceptive calm.
Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, spreading lazy patches of warmth across the dining room. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the house, but it did little to erase the heaviness lingering from the previous night.
Hiyan sat quietly at the table, absent-mindedly staring into nothing until Rupu walked in with two steaming mugs. She placed one gently before him before settling into the chair opposite, studying his tired face with unmistakable concern.
"What happened last night, Hiyan?" she asked softly, her voice carrying more affection than curiosity.
Hiyan wrapped both hands around the warm cup as though borrowing strength from it. He took a slow sip before forcing a faint smile.
"Nothing, Aunty..." he replied after a brief pause. "Just... a bad dream."
His answer was simple, almost rehearsed.
His eyes wandered to the wall clock.
Ten in the morning.
A sudden realization struck him.
"Where is Maa?"
Rupu calmly lifted her own cup and took an unhurried sip.
"She has gone to the prison cell."
Hiyan almost straightened in his chair.
"Alone? I could have at least gone with her..."
The concern in his voice was genuine.
Rupu couldn't help smiling.
She rose from her chair and walked around the table until she stood beside him. Resting one hand gently upon his shoulder, she waited for him to look up. When he didn't, she lightly touched his chin with her fingers and lifted his face toward hers.
"Don't worry about your mother," she said with quiet confidence. "She'll get your pappa released. I'm helping her... in my own way."
Her words sounded perfectly ordinary.
But inside her mind...
A completely different morning replayed itself.
---
Only an hour earlier, Komolini had stood before the mirror looking utterly uncomfortable while Rupu circled around her like an artist inspecting her masterpiece.
"No, no, absolutely not!" Rupu had protested, pulling another saree from the wardrobe. "If you're going to convince that stubborn man, you can't walk in looking like you're attending a parent-teacher meeting."
Komolini had covered her face in embarrassment.
"Rupu..."
"What?"
"This feels so strange."
"Exactly why it'll work."
With an expression of exaggerated seriousness that barely concealed the mischief dancing in her eyes, Rupu finally selected a beautiful yellow saree.
"This one."
Before Komolini could object, the saree was already dbangd around her.
Next came a graceful sleeveless pink blouse.
"There," Rupu declared with satisfaction. "Elegant... graceful... and impossible to ignore."
Komolini's cheeks turned a delicate shade of crimson.
"I've never... dressed like this just to meet someone....in a jail...eeesh!"
Rupu burst into laughter.
"Someone? That's your husband you are going fot."
"Still....a prison outside Bengal...."
"Oh, listen to her!" Rupu teased, folding her arms dramatically. "You sound like a newlywed going to meet her husband for the first time."
Komolini covered her burning face.
"Stop teasing me..."
"I'm not finished."
Ignoring every protest, Rupu carefully adjusted the pleats of the saree until they fell perfectly. She then gently straightened the mangalsutra so it rested neatly against Komolini's ample breasts just above her prominent cleavage line peeking quietly from her blouse.
"There... much better."
Komolini glanced into the mirror.
She barely recognised the woman staring back.
Rupu stepped behind her and, without asking permission, loosened the neatly tied hair.
Long, silky black strands tumbled freely over Komolini's shoulders.
"No bun today," Rupu announced. "Leave your hair open."
"But why?"
"Because," Rupu replied with an innocent smile that fooled absolutely no one, "Ganpat might like it and get more willing to free your poor husband..sending him back to your soft eager arms.."
Komolini sighed in surrender.
"You've planned all of this, haven't you?"
"I merely encourage possibilities."
Rupu opened a small box and held out a subtle lip gloss.
"This."
Komolini hesitated.
"I don't usually wear..."
"I know."
"...and now I have to?"
"You don't have to."
A tiny pause.
"But if a little confidence comes in a tube... why refuse it?"
Komolini couldn't help laughing.
"You are impossible."
"I've been told."
Moments later, Rupu carefully painted Komolini's fingernails a soft, elegant shade.
"There."
Komolini stared at her hands.
"This really feels less like visiting a prison..."
"...and more like getting ready for a wedding date?" Rupu finished with a wicked grin.
Komolini gasped.
"Rupu!"
The blush spreading across her face answered far more than her words ever could.
Still smiling, Rupu gently squeezed her cousin's hands.
"Listen. All jokes aside... talk to him gently. No anger. No accusations. If this succeeds, Ganpat will help free Probal."
The laughter slowly disappeared.
Komolini nodded.
"I'll do whatever it takes."
---
"Aunty?"
The sharp snap of fingers before her eyes shattered the memory.
Rupu blinked twice before finding Hiyan staring at her with raised eyebrows.
"Aunty... where were you lost?"
For a brief second, she almost laughed aloud at the memory of Komolini's hopeless embarrassment.
Instead, she composed herself with remarkable ease.
"Nowhere, shona," she replied, affectionately ruffling his hair. "Just thinking."
She smiled—a smile carrying far more secrets than Hiyan could ever guess.
"Don't worry."
She gently squeezed his shoulder once more.
"Let your mother handle this one alone."
Hiyan wondered what was Rupu thinking all along but he still felt insecure of letting his mother go all alone to the prison cell. A whole new place and surrounding moreover!
"Anyways..." Rupu took a big sip of his coffee and casually said....."so what bad dream was it?"
"Let it be aunty.." Hiyan took a sip as well.
"You mentioned...."Monsters......" Tell me more!".
Purring so, Rupu traced a fingernail along Hiyan's cheeks and slowly got it near his collarbone and then to the middle of the chest through the tshirt. He shivered and asked in confusion...."aunty....?"
Getting to her senses, Rupu took her hand out of his tshirt and taking a deep breath, she chuckled....."sorry.....listen Hiyan, I have been a student of Psychology, you call tell me your dream openly!"
Hiyan got nervous again. The dream was awful and the fact he was being asked to recite the entire sequence of his aunt, made him shiver even more. How could he share it and just then, his hand was held by Rupu who got her face closer to his. There was a subtle slow tension in the room as Hiyan shivers with quivering lips and Rupu assures him once more in a low husky tone.....
"Hiyan....I am waiting...."
"Aunty, it was.......it's too awful...."
"Still, be open with it..."
Glimpse of the evil laugh took place in the memory of Hiyan...
He closed his eyes....
His lips began reciting the awful unwanted uncalled for dream.....
.........
A dark room with a low mist surrounded Hiyan's naked body clad in just a thong which kept his deflated dick and balls calm yet nervous. His wrists were chained and ankles were chained even more. Turning here and there, he thumped his feet on the ground and shouted....
"WHERE THE HELL AM I???? WHO IS HERE SHOW UP!!!!!!!"
But the voice just echoing as he rumbled his chains harder and harder but all he welcomed were echoed sounds of the chain which only brought more and more negative energy in the entire spooky looking room. He felt as his balls and dick shrinked more due to the pretty pink colored thong he wore. His hairless light skinned hands and legs anyways weren't the macho type and just then an unknown hand twisted one nipple of his and disappeared.
"Uhhh who the fuck is it???" Hiyan shook at the touch and wondered why it sent a strange jolt inside his body.
But upto the limit of his sight, nobody was seen.
Another unknown hand squeezed a portion of his thong clad buttocks and disappeared. Hiyan felt nervous. His memory still sharp of the anal assault during his college recess and therefore these small touches werent a light thing for him. He struggled to let himself free when he noticed footsteps....
Slow....but confident... approaching him quietly.
Hiyan felt his heartbeats pump like drums. His senior naked state in such an odd room bothering him from head to toe. He wiggled his bare toes. Fingers trying to capture the wrist chains and opening it, but it was no use. Atlast the host of this spooky ambience showed up.
A masked man with a burly figure. His mustle tone evident despite his buff body and he had a clear big throbbing tent on his dark trouser. He walked towards a struggling nervous confused Hiyan who struggled with the chains clinking firm and shouting....
"Who the hell are you???"
The man kept quiet and and allowed his firm hands to feel the softer body of Hiyan as his less hairy body with the firm gloved exploring stranger hands began to make his small dick throbb for some reason and he resisted but the stranger burly man kept feeling and coping him and the more Hiyan resisted, the more he would be slapped, hair-pulled and even a spank on his buttocks.
"No......no...please....."
The stranger made his hands roam around his helpless body everywhere and then whisper into his ear with an unknown dark voice....
"Criminal father's sissy boy!"
The unknown man kept repeating it until the words irritated Hiyan's internal neurons and before he could scream, the masked man grabbed on his mouth and with the other hand, pulled down his thong upto his upper thighs and then what Hiyan felt, made him nodd in a "no...please noo..." manner and then he felt a clear spear into his anal threshold.
A throbbing cock head which made him squeal as it entered again and again.
And again and all Hiyan could do was shout to his absent mother in the scenario....
"Uuhhhhhh Maaaa saaaveeee me from these monstersssss!!"
..........
"Urfhhhh !"
Back to reality Hiyan thumped the table hard with his first, making the coffee cup stir and snake and drop some onto the surface, while Rupu covered her mouth and took a deep breath. She used the other hand to rub his hair and calm him down......
"Hiyan......it's just some over expressive nightmare......... take a walk on the balcony and relax, while I study a bit more on your father's case. Pouting so, Rupu slowly got up as Hiyan didn't quite notice her expression clearly because he kept his hands smacked on his head, as he held rested elbows on the table. But then somehow, he sniffled a unusual aroma from the portion of his hair where Rupu had touched him.
Confused, he didn't smell the salty aroma any further snd just dialed his mother right away.....
"Haaye re kaala eki jaaala.....baashi shune ghore roite paari naa...." (Oh my kanha what is this sweet ache? The flute is making me restless)
The ringtone now bothered Hiyan for some reason, maybe because he was already in a pre trauma state in a way. The anal assault at college, the small incident in the train and now this awful evil dream with the unknown masked man and the horrifying part of how he felt his groin vibrate to the touches which made the offense strangely ambiguous.
But how could he have disclosed that to Rupu, no way...
"Damnit...."
He kept dialing but no response from his mother.
"Why the hell did she go alone!!"
Hiyan stopped calling and rushed to the balcony to take some fresh air, but his mind kept wondering about that salty aroma which clearly emitted from Rupu's palm...
"What was that smell?"
The next morning arrived wrapped in a deceptive calm.
Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, spreading lazy patches of warmth across the dining room. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the house, but it did little to erase the heaviness lingering from the previous night.
Hiyan sat quietly at the table, absent-mindedly staring into nothing until Rupu walked in with two steaming mugs. She placed one gently before him before settling into the chair opposite, studying his tired face with unmistakable concern.
"What happened last night, Hiyan?" she asked softly, her voice carrying more affection than curiosity.
Hiyan wrapped both hands around the warm cup as though borrowing strength from it. He took a slow sip before forcing a faint smile.
"Nothing, Aunty..." he replied after a brief pause. "Just... a bad dream."
His answer was simple, almost rehearsed.
His eyes wandered to the wall clock.
Ten in the morning.
A sudden realization struck him.
"Where is Maa?"
Rupu calmly lifted her own cup and took an unhurried sip.
"She has gone to the prison cell."
Hiyan almost straightened in his chair.
"Alone? I could have at least gone with her..."
The concern in his voice was genuine.
Rupu couldn't help smiling.
She rose from her chair and walked around the table until she stood beside him. Resting one hand gently upon his shoulder, she waited for him to look up. When he didn't, she lightly touched his chin with her fingers and lifted his face toward hers.
"Don't worry about your mother," she said with quiet confidence. "She'll get your pappa released. I'm helping her... in my own way."
Her words sounded perfectly ordinary.
But inside her mind...
A completely different morning replayed itself.
---
Only an hour earlier, Komolini had stood before the mirror looking utterly uncomfortable while Rupu circled around her like an artist inspecting her masterpiece.
"No, no, absolutely not!" Rupu had protested, pulling another saree from the wardrobe. "If you're going to convince that stubborn man, you can't walk in looking like you're attending a parent-teacher meeting."
Komolini had covered her face in embarrassment.
"Rupu..."
"What?"
"This feels so strange."
"Exactly why it'll work."
With an expression of exaggerated seriousness that barely concealed the mischief dancing in her eyes, Rupu finally selected a beautiful yellow saree.
"This one."
Before Komolini could object, the saree was already dbangd around her.
Next came a graceful sleeveless pink blouse.
"There," Rupu declared with satisfaction. "Elegant... graceful... and impossible to ignore."
Komolini's cheeks turned a delicate shade of crimson.
"I've never... dressed like this just to meet someone....in a jail...eeesh!"
Rupu burst into laughter.
"Someone? That's your husband you are going fot."
"Still....a prison outside Bengal...."
"Oh, listen to her!" Rupu teased, folding her arms dramatically. "You sound like a newlywed going to meet her husband for the first time."
Komolini covered her burning face.
"Stop teasing me..."
"I'm not finished."
Ignoring every protest, Rupu carefully adjusted the pleats of the saree until they fell perfectly. She then gently straightened the mangalsutra so it rested neatly against Komolini's ample breasts just above her prominent cleavage line peeking quietly from her blouse.
"There... much better."
Komolini glanced into the mirror.
She barely recognised the woman staring back.
Rupu stepped behind her and, without asking permission, loosened the neatly tied hair.
Long, silky black strands tumbled freely over Komolini's shoulders.
"No bun today," Rupu announced. "Leave your hair open."
"But why?"
"Because," Rupu replied with an innocent smile that fooled absolutely no one, "Ganpat might like it and get more willing to free your poor husband..sending him back to your soft eager arms.."
Komolini sighed in surrender.
"You've planned all of this, haven't you?"
"I merely encourage possibilities."
Rupu opened a small box and held out a subtle lip gloss.
"This."
Komolini hesitated.
"I don't usually wear..."
"I know."
"...and now I have to?"
"You don't have to."
A tiny pause.
"But if a little confidence comes in a tube... why refuse it?"
Komolini couldn't help laughing.
"You are impossible."
"I've been told."
Moments later, Rupu carefully painted Komolini's fingernails a soft, elegant shade.
"There."
Komolini stared at her hands.
"This really feels less like visiting a prison..."
"...and more like getting ready for a wedding date?" Rupu finished with a wicked grin.
Komolini gasped.
"Rupu!"
The blush spreading across her face answered far more than her words ever could.
Still smiling, Rupu gently squeezed her cousin's hands.
"Listen. All jokes aside... talk to him gently. No anger. No accusations. If this succeeds, Ganpat will help free Probal."
The laughter slowly disappeared.
Komolini nodded.
"I'll do whatever it takes."
---
"Aunty?"
The sharp snap of fingers before her eyes shattered the memory.
Rupu blinked twice before finding Hiyan staring at her with raised eyebrows.
"Aunty... where were you lost?"
For a brief second, she almost laughed aloud at the memory of Komolini's hopeless embarrassment.
Instead, she composed herself with remarkable ease.
"Nowhere, shona," she replied, affectionately ruffling his hair. "Just thinking."
She smiled—a smile carrying far more secrets than Hiyan could ever guess.
"Don't worry."
She gently squeezed his shoulder once more.
"Let your mother handle this one alone."
Hiyan wondered what was Rupu thinking all along but he still felt insecure of letting his mother go all alone to the prison cell. A whole new place and surrounding moreover!
"Anyways..." Rupu took a big sip of his coffee and casually said....."so what bad dream was it?"
"Let it be aunty.." Hiyan took a sip as well.
"You mentioned...."Monsters......" Tell me more!".
Purring so, Rupu traced a fingernail along Hiyan's cheeks and slowly got it near his collarbone and then to the middle of the chest through the tshirt. He shivered and asked in confusion...."aunty....?"
Getting to her senses, Rupu took her hand out of his tshirt and taking a deep breath, she chuckled....."sorry.....listen Hiyan, I have been a student of Psychology, you call tell me your dream openly!"
Hiyan got nervous again. The dream was awful and the fact he was being asked to recite the entire sequence of his aunt, made him shiver even more. How could he share it and just then, his hand was held by Rupu who got her face closer to his. There was a subtle slow tension in the room as Hiyan shivers with quivering lips and Rupu assures him once more in a low husky tone.....
"Hiyan....I am waiting...."
"Aunty, it was.......it's too awful...."
"Still, be open with it..."
Glimpse of the evil laugh took place in the memory of Hiyan...
He closed his eyes....
His lips began reciting the awful unwanted uncalled for dream.....
.........
A dark room with a low mist surrounded Hiyan's naked body clad in just a thong which kept his deflated dick and balls calm yet nervous. His wrists were chained and ankles were chained even more. Turning here and there, he thumped his feet on the ground and shouted....
"WHERE THE HELL AM I???? WHO IS HERE SHOW UP!!!!!!!"
But the voice just echoing as he rumbled his chains harder and harder but all he welcomed were echoed sounds of the chain which only brought more and more negative energy in the entire spooky looking room. He felt as his balls and dick shrinked more due to the pretty pink colored thong he wore. His hairless light skinned hands and legs anyways weren't the macho type and just then an unknown hand twisted one nipple of his and disappeared.
"Uhhh who the fuck is it???" Hiyan shook at the touch and wondered why it sent a strange jolt inside his body.
But upto the limit of his sight, nobody was seen.
Another unknown hand squeezed a portion of his thong clad buttocks and disappeared. Hiyan felt nervous. His memory still sharp of the anal assault during his college recess and therefore these small touches werent a light thing for him. He struggled to let himself free when he noticed footsteps....
Slow....but confident... approaching him quietly.
Hiyan felt his heartbeats pump like drums. His senior naked state in such an odd room bothering him from head to toe. He wiggled his bare toes. Fingers trying to capture the wrist chains and opening it, but it was no use. Atlast the host of this spooky ambience showed up.
A masked man with a burly figure. His mustle tone evident despite his buff body and he had a clear big throbbing tent on his dark trouser. He walked towards a struggling nervous confused Hiyan who struggled with the chains clinking firm and shouting....
"Who the hell are you???"
The man kept quiet and and allowed his firm hands to feel the softer body of Hiyan as his less hairy body with the firm gloved exploring stranger hands began to make his small dick throbb for some reason and he resisted but the stranger burly man kept feeling and coping him and the more Hiyan resisted, the more he would be slapped, hair-pulled and even a spank on his buttocks.
"No......no...please....."
The stranger made his hands roam around his helpless body everywhere and then whisper into his ear with an unknown dark voice....
"Criminal father's sissy boy!"
The unknown man kept repeating it until the words irritated Hiyan's internal neurons and before he could scream, the masked man grabbed on his mouth and with the other hand, pulled down his thong upto his upper thighs and then what Hiyan felt, made him nodd in a "no...please noo..." manner and then he felt a clear spear into his anal threshold.
A throbbing cock head which made him squeal as it entered again and again.
And again and all Hiyan could do was shout to his absent mother in the scenario....
"Uuhhhhhh Maaaa saaaveeee me from these monstersssss!!"
..........
"Urfhhhh !"
Back to reality Hiyan thumped the table hard with his first, making the coffee cup stir and snake and drop some onto the surface, while Rupu covered her mouth and took a deep breath. She used the other hand to rub his hair and calm him down......
"Hiyan......it's just some over expressive nightmare......... take a walk on the balcony and relax, while I study a bit more on your father's case. Pouting so, Rupu slowly got up as Hiyan didn't quite notice her expression clearly because he kept his hands smacked on his head, as he held rested elbows on the table. But then somehow, he sniffled a unusual aroma from the portion of his hair where Rupu had touched him.
Confused, he didn't smell the salty aroma any further snd just dialed his mother right away.....
"Haaye re kaala eki jaaala.....baashi shune ghore roite paari naa...." (Oh my kanha what is this sweet ache? The flute is making me restless)
The ringtone now bothered Hiyan for some reason, maybe because he was already in a pre trauma state in a way. The anal assault at college, the small incident in the train and now this awful evil dream with the unknown masked man and the horrifying part of how he felt his groin vibrate to the touches which made the offense strangely ambiguous.
But how could he have disclosed that to Rupu, no way...
"Damnit...."
He kept dialing but no response from his mother.
"Why the hell did she go alone!!"
Hiyan stopped calling and rushed to the balcony to take some fresh air, but his mind kept wondering about that salty aroma which clearly emitted from Rupu's palm...
"What was that smell?"
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