Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 204 – Raju's Truth Shook Pihu To The Core

Pihu’s POV-

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I could no longer remain silent; looking directly at Raju, I blurted out. Raju looked back at me and said, “Mami (aunty), before you misunderstand me, I want to clarify one thing: what I meant was something else entirely, not what you are interpreting it to be.” His words left me even more bewildered. Now, in a voice tinged with annoyance, I demanded, “Tell me, what your meaning really is? Ever since you arrived, you’ve done nothing but speak in riddles. No more riddles now. Tell me clearly: what is the actual point you’re trying to make? My patience is wearing thin, Raju, I’m warning you!” Raju replied, “Mami, calm down. I won’t speak in riddles anymore. I won’t hide anything from you. Today, I’m going to tell you everything openly.” I said, “Fine. Tell me, what is it you’re trying to say?” Raju then began to explain himself: “The person I am currently in a relationship with isn’t a ‘girl.’ That doesn’t imply anything mysterious; rather, what I meant was simply that she isn’t a young girl, but actually a woman elder than me.” Having said this, Raju turned to look at me. He was likely trying to gauge from my expressions what kind of reaction, and how strong a reaction, I would have to the things he had just revealed. But for me, the situation remained exactly the same. Hearing what Raju had just said, I was left just as stunned as I had been before. My astonishment was identical, then, and now. After all, how could I possibly remain at ease knowing that Raju was involved with a woman elder than him? Upon hearing this, both my distress and my concern for him multiplied manifold in an instant. What on earth is Raju saying? Is he in his right mind? Or is he playing some kind of prank on me? You know, the kind of pranks people pull these days. If this truly is a joke or a prank, then there could be no joke more cruel or tasteless than this one. And if Raju is actually telling me the truth, then how could a boy as good, sensible, and level-headed as him do something like this? How could he possibly enter into a relationship with a woman who is older than him? And the biggest, most crucial question of all is: who exactly is this woman? Where did Raju meet her? How did their relationship begin? And do Raju’s parents know anything at all about this? Or am I the only person Raju has confided in regarding this truth of his so far? I have so many questions swirling in my mind. But unfortunately, I don’t have a single answer to any of them. Yet, I simply must find the answers to all these questions. I looked at Raju and said, "Raju, do you even realize what kind of nonsense you’ve been spouting all this time? Is this some kind of joke you’re playing on me? If it is, tell me right now; I’m warning you, I have absolutely no tolerance or liking for such tasteless jokes. Speak up, Raju! Say something! Don’t just stay silent. Hearing what you’ve said makes my heart sink. I’m terrified. Just say something! Why are you so quiet? Have you lost your mind?" I practically screamed the last part. Raju understood my state of mind. He said softly, "Mami, calm down first. Don't shout like that." I retorted, "And what am I supposed to do if I don't shout? Tell me, what should I do? You’re spouting such nonsensical things that I have no choice but to shout!" Raju spoke again in a calm voice, "Mami, just listen to me patiently first, listen to what I’m trying to tell you. The first thing is: I am not joking with you right now. Everything I’ve said to you previously, or am about to say now, is absolutely true. There isn't a single lie or joke involved." I asked in astonishment, "But how? Who is that woman? Where did you meet her? How long has all this been going on? And why haven't you told me about it until now?" Raju smiled slightly and said, "Oh my goodness, so many questions all at once!" I snapped angrily, "Raju, don't laugh. I’m not telling you a joke, so stop laughing like that. I’m serious about wanting to know all of this. Tell me everything." Raju replied, "Relax, Mami. Today, I’m going to open up and tell you everything. As for who that woman actually is, or where I first met her, and so on, I’ll tell you when the right time comes. For now, just listen to what I’m saying." I said, "You’re starting to speak in riddles again. I don't want to hear anything else. Just tell me everything straight." Raju said, "That is exactly what I’m doing, Mami. Just have a little patience. You will find out everything. I’ll tell you the whole story exactly as it happened." I said, "Alright then. From now on, I won't interrupt you, nor will I stop you from speaking. Just go ahead and tell me everything, exactly in the order that it happened. I will listen in silence." Raju said, "Alright, and now listen." And with that, Raju began to narrate his story to me: "It all started back when my college’s final exams had just concluded. I’ve already told you the first part of this story, how, one night, I unexpectedly ended up right outside my mom and dad’s bedroom while they were having sex, and how I overheard them talking to each other while they were doing it. Ever since then, night after night, I would stand outside their room and listen to them having sex. Consequently, an attraction began to grow within me toward women who were older than myself. I felt that no girl my own age would ever give me the time of day; however, I believed that older women would easily take me as their own. And the greatest example of that is you, Mami."
Having said this, he looked at me. Startled, I looked back at Raju, but I didn't say a word, for I wanted to hear the whole truth. After pausing for a moment, Raju resumed his story: “Mami, you already know how a college friend of mine dumped me. That experience drove me into a deep depression. And it was you who helped pull me out of it. However, that incident gave birth to a strange new feeling within me. I began to feel that no girl my own age would ever give me a chance, but that an older woman would accept me quite easily. I don't know if this line of thinking is right or wrong, but that is simply how I feel.” Saying this, Raju paused briefly once again before continuing his story: “Within a month or two of my college exams, the results were declared, and I passed with good grades. In accordance with our pre-arranged plan, Dad enrolled me in a large, renowned university located in a different state. I was now set to live and study at this university for the next three years. During these three years, I would only be able to visit home on rare occasions. I had never before been away from my home, or my parents, for such an extended period. For the first few months, I felt terribly homesick. But gradually, everything fell into place. I began to focus on my studies. Moreover, the facilities there were excellent, quite high-tech and sophisticated. Many students from abroad also came to this university to pursue their studies. The university provided separate hostels for its students, and those hostels offered a wide array of amenities, such as a gym, a canteen, and a community hall where movies were screened for the students, among other things. In essence, one could find every comfort and convenience right there on the premises; there was absolutely no need to step outside. These hostels were predominantly inhabited by students from foreign countries; all these facilities were provided with their specific needs in mind, though we, too, benefited from them. About a year passed in this manner. By then, I had fully integrated with the people there. I had made quite a few friends, buddies with whom I would both study and have a good time. There were absolutely no barriers between us; we shared everything with one another. I have no qualms about telling you this today, but back then, we friends would often gather at night to watch porn together. And it was through this that my addiction to porn began to resurface. In the room I occupied, there lived a guy named Alex. He, too, had come from abroad to live and study there. It was with him that I formed my closest and deepest friendship. He and I spent a great deal of time together. We also shared quite a few secrets with one another. It was through him that I first heard and learned about the term "Cougarism." Until then, I honestly knew absolutely nothing about it. It was from him that I discovered that, in Western countries, older women, specifically those aged at least 40, date, live in with, and even have sex with men who are 10, 15, or even 20 years younger than them. In those countries, these women are referred to as "MILFs." Alex was the one who provided me with all this information. But to tell you the truth, despite hearing all of this from him, I didn't actually believe what he said. I suspected that Alex was simply spinning a tall tale for my benefit. I thought, "That’s simply not possible." That was when Alex shared a story from his own life with me. Alex lives with his mother and his sister. His mother is divorced from his father. Following the divorce, Alex and his sister have been living with their mother. Alex is roughly the same age as I am, while his mother is over 40 years old. Up to this point, everything Alex had told me seemed perfectly normal. However, what he told me next was something I simply could not believe. Alex told me that his mother is quite beautiful and sexy in appearance. In the neighborhood where the three of them live, her beauty is a frequent topic of conversation. Since her divorce, his mother has also taken on a boyfriend, something considered quite common in that country. And as for Alex's mother's boyfriend? He is, at most, only a year or two older than Alex himself. Just think about it, Mami: Alex's mother is 40 years old, or perhaps even older, yet her boyfriend is roughly the same age as her own son. Alex's mother's boyfriend visits their home quite frequently. And, according to Alex, the two of them even have sex. Learning this felt not only strange to me but also surprising. What surprised me was the fact that Alex was telling me this in such a completely normal manner. In fact, when I didn't believe his account, he even showed me photographs of his mother and her boyfriend.”
Raju kept recounting all of this to me, and I simply continued to listen. Raju began speaking again: "It was only when Alex showed me those photographs that I finally believed his story. Astonished, I asked him if he, or his sister, had known about this matter beforehand. In response, Alex told me that both he and his sister had been aware of their mother's relationship right from day one. It was, in fact, their mother herself who had introduced her son and daughter to her boyfriend. Learning this left me even more astounded. I asked Alex: when he discovered that his mother was dating a guy his own age, and even engaging in sexual activity with him, didn't he feel any anger or resentment toward her? Hearing my question, Alex began to laugh. He shared a rather peculiar observation with me. Perhaps what he said sounded strange to my ears, yet deep down, there was undoubtedly a ring of truth to his words. He told me that the very concept of sexual intercourse, or 'sex', originated right here in our own country: India. India is the birthplace of the world's only comprehensive sex manual, known as the ‘Kama Sutra’ (or Kama Shastra). The Kama Sutra has been translated into virtually every language across the globe. And couples living in any corner of the world often draw their initial inspiration regarding sex from this very book. Yet, here in this country, India, sex is still regarded as nothing more than a taboo. People here neither speak openly about sex nor wish to do so. And that is precisely why there is such widespread ignorance regarding sex among the people of our nation. However, in countries outside of India, particularly in the West, the situation is the exact opposite. There, sex is not considered a taboo; rather, people embrace and enjoy it. Furthermore, they do not harbor any rigid or restrictive beliefs surrounding sex. Consequently, they maintain a completely open and uninhibited attitude toward it. I was absolutely shocked to learn, from Alex himself, that his mother was having an affair with a boy his own age; yet, Alex didn't seem the least bit fazed by it. This is because, in their country, such things are quite common. There, marriage or relationships are not viewed as lifelong bonds meant to last for eternity. Divorce and extramarital affairs are commonplace. Even within a marriage, it is not unusual for a husband or wife to have a lover on the side. In some instances, a husband and wife might even bring their respective boyfriends or girlfriends into the same house to meet, and even have sex, right under the same roof. In our countries, however, merely thinking about such things is considered a sin. Alex explained to me that "cougarism" is a widespread phenomenon in his country, where women aged 40 or older date, live with, or have sex with men half their age. Furthermore, the young men there tend to prefer older women over girls their own age. Alex even went so far as to tell me that he had actually witnessed his mother and her boyfriend having sex. Hearing this reminded me of my own experiences. After all, I had done something similar myself. True, I may not have seen my mom and dad having sex with my own eyes, but I certainly heard them. In fact, I received my very first lesson in sex from my mami, a woman who must have been at least ten or twelve years older than me. Like the men in Alex's country, I, too, prefer older women over girls my own age. When I mentioned this to Alex, he remarked that this is precisely what is known as "cougarism", a dynamic in which younger men are attracted to and find older women appealing. Although I didn't tell him everything, particularly the details regarding the relationship between you and me, I did mention that I had heard my mom and dad having sex. Upon hearing this, Alex asked me if I had actually seen them doing it; I replied that I hadn't. I told him that, to this day, I have never actually witnessed them having sex. Alex revealed that he has seen his mother having sex with her boyfriend, not just once, but many times. And he actually enjoys watching his mother getting fucked right before his very eyes. What’s more, his mother is fully aware that Alex watches her getting fucked, yet she doesn't mind it in the slightest. According to Alex, his mother even keeps her bedroom window open while having sex, specifically so that Alex can look inside. Now, I don't know how much truth there is to that claim. But hearing him talk about it sparked a desire in me, too, a craving to witness someone getting fucked right in front of me. Yes, I’ve fucked you plenty of times, Mami. But I still harbor a desire to watch someone else getting fucked with my own eyes. Anyway, after that entire conversation with Alex, one thought became firmly etched in my mind: that the significant woman in my life wouldn't be a girl my own age, but rather an older woman. Even then, I had no idea that this prediction would actually come true in my life. Raju paused after saying this. I asked him, "How did that happen?" Raju replied, "Let me tell you. First, let me mention that by then, I had already been living away from home for a year. And during that entire year, I had only managed to visit home once or twice at most. But after that year had passed, I had to go home. This was because Ani Mama was getting married. So, I took two weeks of leave and returned home. But how was I to know that upon returning there, my life was about to take a completely new turn? And that is the very story I am sharing with you today."
I said, “What exactly happened after you went back?” Raju said, “I’ll tell you. But before that, let me mention one thing: attending Ani Mama’s wedding actually turned out to be a blessing for me. It was there, after nearly a year had passed, that I met you. And it was there, too, that we had sex. It was right after that sexual encounter that a certain thought began to swirl in my mind once again: that the significant woman in my life would inevitably be an older woman. Anyway, once Ani Mama’s wedding was over, I returned to the university and began focusing on my studies. It was around that time that a specific incident occurred. At that time, the Head of our Department was a man named Ritesh Sir. He was a decent human being. However, having reached the age of sixty, he retired. And someone else arrived to take his place. The person who stepped into Ritesh Sir’s shoes was Rozina Madam. She must have been around forty-five years old. She was a rather strict woman. On her very first day, she informed us that, starting immediately, she herself would personally conduct various tests and assessments every week. And through these tests, she would determine which students were academically weak. Her arrival sent a ripple of apprehension, almost a sensation, throughout the entire department. Our teachers became more serious about their teaching, and we, too, became more serious about our studies. Rozina Madam is also quite beautiful in appearance. She is quite tall, and a little on the heavier side. She wears high-powered spectacles and always maintains a stern expression on her face. She invariably comes to the university dressed in a saree. To this day, I have never seen her at the university wearing anything other than a saree. Her intimidating presence began to be felt beyond just academics. Our university is co-educational, meaning boys and girls study together. Typically, they sit together in class. This had been the norm even during Ritesh Sir’s tenure. However, with Rozina Madam’s arrival, this rule underwent a drastic change. The moment she took charge, she segregated the seating arrangements for boys and girls. That is to say, in the classroom, the boys would sit on one side, and all the girls would sit on the other. Forget about the classroom, under her regime, no boy and girl were even allowed to speak to one another in any corner of the entire department. It was such situation that if Rozina Madam happened to spot a boy and a girl talking to each other, she would reprimand them. It went so far that even in the library or the lab, a boy and a girl could not form a study group together. Consequently, a sense of resentment began to brew among all the students. Rumors started circulating that Rozina Madam was divorced, and that this was the reason behind her erratic behavior; she harbored an intense aversion to romance. Since she had failed to find love in her personal life, her husband having divorced and abandoned her, she was now taking out her vengeance on her students. It was also rumored that she had previously requested transfers from two or three other institutions. She could never seem to last more than a year or two at any single place. Due to complaints lodged by students at those previous locations, she would either be transferred out or would request a transfer herself. Everyone began to predict that she wouldn't last more than a year here, either. Yet, despite all this, her reign of terror continued unabated throughout the entire department. Let alone the students, even the teachers were unable to speak freely in her presence. The most daunting aspect was that she administered tests to all the students every single week, and she would announce the results the following week. Any student who scored poorly or failed these tests would be summoned to her cabin and subjected to a severe scolding. She even went so far as to threaten them with calls to their guardians. Suddenly, Rozina Madam’s dark shadow loomed over the entire department. Previously, we used to share laughter and banter within the department, alongside our studies; but now, all of that had ceased. We lived in constant dread, wondering which unfortunate student would be fated to face her wrath that week. This atmosphere of fear soon began to take a toll on our academic performance as well. Every week, without fail, some student or another would perform poorly on a test and end up getting scolded. I, too, began to feel the mounting tension. Consequently, I pushed everything else aside and focused my attention solely, and exclusively, on my studies. Under any circumstances, I certainly didn't want to face her scolding. However, my results in the weekly tests began to consistently hover around average, neither particularly good nor bad, but somewhere in the middle. I wasn't exactly thrilled with my marks, either. Madam herself used to grade the test papers. It felt to me as though she was deliberately scrutinizing the papers with excessive strictness when assigning marks. Subjects in which I had previously scored well were now yielding only average grades. Every week, I would study diligently and sit for the tests; yet, my marks never seemed to improve. During this period, one week, I received a summons to Rozina Madam's cabin. Classes had already ended for the day, and I was just about to leave the department when the peon stopped me to say that Rozina Madam wanted to see me in her cabin. Hearing this, I felt a mix of shock and fear. This was because, most of the time, Madam would conduct tests on Saturdays and summon students to her cabin on Mondays, usually to reprimand them. But that day was not a Monday. Furthermore, she rarely called any student to her cabin right in the middle of the week like this. Yet, on this particular day, she had summoned me. I even asked the peon if he hadn't made a mistake. The peon, however, assured me that he had made no error whatsoever; Madam had specifically given him my name and roll number, and she wanted to see me in her cabin immediately. With my heart pounding in my chest, I made my way toward Rozina Madam's cabin. I knew, with absolute certainty, that my moment of reckoning had finally arrived. (Contd.)

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