29-08-2026, 07:39 PM
Before we could leave, the astrologer raised his hand.
“Wait. There are strict instructions. If you break even one, the puja will not work. The boy will fail again.”
He looked only at my wife.
“First. Go home and tell your son to apply for reevaluation as soon as the portal opens. Do not delay even by one day. If the application is late, the papers will remain locked.”
My wife nodded quickly.
“We will apply as soon as it opens, Swami.”
“Second. Until the reevaluation results come, do not wear your bra and panties. Nothing under the blouse. Nothing under the saree. If you wear them again before the result, the block will sit back on your body and the boy will fail.”
Her face burned. She looked frightened.
“I will not wear them, Swami.”
“Third. You should not have sex with your husband until the result comes. No fucking. Nothing. If he puts his cock in you before the papers open, the puja will break and your son will carry this failure again.”
My wife got even more scared and answered at once.
“We will not, Swami. I will not let it happen.”
Then the astrologer spoke only to her, pointing at her.
“Fourth. You will not touch yourself. Do not put your own hand on your pussy. Do not rub. Do not play. If you do that, the lock will sit again, and this time it will not open. Do you understand?”
My wife swallowed, her voice small and frightened.
“I understand, Swami. I will not touch myself. I will follow all four. I will not break any instruction.”
He nodded, as if the matter was sealed.
Then he stepped close to her.
Before I could move, he put both hands on her ass over the pink chiffon saree and squeezed her ass cheeks. My wife froze. A small frightened breath left her mouth. He kept his hands there for a moment, feeling her ass with no panties underneath, and then spoke near her ear.
“Go with your husband now. After the boy passes, come back. Then I will take the rest. If you do not come back, if you do not let me fuck you after he passes, I will do puja against the boy. I will destroy his life.”
That sentence went into me also.
Until then I had called him a scammer in my mind. Now, after everything that had happened in that room, a real fear sat in my chest. What if his puja against our son was real? What if we walked away and the papers closed forever? I was an advocate, I did not believe in this — and still I got scared for my son.
He released her ass and sent her toward me.
“Go.”
We walked out of that secluded house.
My wife sat in the car in her pink chiffon saree and pink blouse, with no bra and no panties underneath. She was still scared. I was scared too. I started the engine and drove away from the huge hoarding board of Astrologer Deva, burning inside, the feel of his hands on her ass sitting in my mind, and his threat against our son sitting even heavier.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
The instructions were already sitting on her.
And because both of us were now frightened for our son, she had already decided to follow every one of them.
“Wait. There are strict instructions. If you break even one, the puja will not work. The boy will fail again.”
He looked only at my wife.
“First. Go home and tell your son to apply for reevaluation as soon as the portal opens. Do not delay even by one day. If the application is late, the papers will remain locked.”
My wife nodded quickly.
“We will apply as soon as it opens, Swami.”
“Second. Until the reevaluation results come, do not wear your bra and panties. Nothing under the blouse. Nothing under the saree. If you wear them again before the result, the block will sit back on your body and the boy will fail.”
Her face burned. She looked frightened.
“I will not wear them, Swami.”
“Third. You should not have sex with your husband until the result comes. No fucking. Nothing. If he puts his cock in you before the papers open, the puja will break and your son will carry this failure again.”
My wife got even more scared and answered at once.
“We will not, Swami. I will not let it happen.”
Then the astrologer spoke only to her, pointing at her.
“Fourth. You will not touch yourself. Do not put your own hand on your pussy. Do not rub. Do not play. If you do that, the lock will sit again, and this time it will not open. Do you understand?”
My wife swallowed, her voice small and frightened.
“I understand, Swami. I will not touch myself. I will follow all four. I will not break any instruction.”
He nodded, as if the matter was sealed.
Then he stepped close to her.
Before I could move, he put both hands on her ass over the pink chiffon saree and squeezed her ass cheeks. My wife froze. A small frightened breath left her mouth. He kept his hands there for a moment, feeling her ass with no panties underneath, and then spoke near her ear.
“Go with your husband now. After the boy passes, come back. Then I will take the rest. If you do not come back, if you do not let me fuck you after he passes, I will do puja against the boy. I will destroy his life.”
That sentence went into me also.
Until then I had called him a scammer in my mind. Now, after everything that had happened in that room, a real fear sat in my chest. What if his puja against our son was real? What if we walked away and the papers closed forever? I was an advocate, I did not believe in this — and still I got scared for my son.
He released her ass and sent her toward me.
“Go.”
We walked out of that secluded house.
My wife sat in the car in her pink chiffon saree and pink blouse, with no bra and no panties underneath. She was still scared. I was scared too. I started the engine and drove away from the huge hoarding board of Astrologer Deva, burning inside, the feel of his hands on her ass sitting in my mind, and his threat against our son sitting even heavier.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
The instructions were already sitting on her.
And because both of us were now frightened for our son, she had already decided to follow every one of them.
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