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14-05-2020, 03:27 AM
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14-05-2020, 03:51 AM
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14-05-2020, 09:32 AM
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18-02-2026, 05:28 PM
"As soon as the nurse announced, 'You have a baby boy... he's healthy,' everyone present there cheered and clapped.
A few days later, the priest who was performing the naming ceremony (or traditional rituals) asked, 'What is the boy's name?' The child's father said, 'In this boy's horoscope, Rahu is very strong... so Rahul.' That's how the elders named me Rahul."
18-02-2026, 05:33 PM
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"My life was going well in the beginning. My mom and dad were government college teachers. They taught me letters and words from a very young age. Grandfather, grandmother, maternal uncle (mama), and aunt — everyone was there. They also enrolled me in college. For some reason I didn't understand, fights started between mom and dad. I couldn't make sense of it. Sometimes grandfather or mama would come, pacify them, and leave. But within two days, it would start again. Not knowing what to do, I'd play with kids my age around the neighborhood. One day when I came back from college, mom was shouting, 'You admitted that you fell in love with someone else, right?' 'Yes, shouldn't love come after marriage too?' Dad shouted back. The next day, mama came. Dad went to college. It was just me and mom at home. 'Annya (brother), I can't stay with this man anymore,' she said. 'Shall I take a divorce then?' Saying this, he stood up strangely and went toward mom. 'You know my pain, right? I know he's completely abandoned me,' she said, holding mama's shoulders and placing her head on his chest in sorrow. 'Divorce is not the solution,' mama said, pressing and stroking mom's waist with his right hand. She lifted her head and looked at mama strangely. Mom was about to say something but stopped. Mama forcefully kissed her on the lips and pushed her into the bedroom. He closed the door. From inside, mom was saying, 'No ra, this is wrong.' After a little while, mom's moans like 'Ahh... s... aah' started coming. I went to the window outside to look. Both of them had no clothes on their bodies. Mama was kissing and biting mom all over, stroking her pussy, and asked, 'How long has it been?' 'Five months,' she said shyly. 'The money spent on your wedding was all wasted,' saying that, mama held her shoulders and made her kneel. Mom's face was right in front of mama's cock — it was big. 'How did you know it would turn out like this?' mom said uncomfortably. Mama rubbed his cock on mom's lips. She opened her mouth, and he pushed it in. Mom held mama's waist. 'Lick it with your tongue,' he said. Mom was licking mama's cock, moving her head back and forth, sucking it. 'Ah, it feels so good,' mama said. She kissed and licked the cock, then took mama's balls into her mouth. Again, he put his cock back in mom's mouth and thrust his waist about twenty times. Mom moaned 'Ooh... ooh.' Then he threw mom onto the bed, spread her thighs while standing. He placed his cock between mom's thighs and pushed in. 'Ammaah,' she cried out. Then mama started thrusting his waist fast. 'Annya... slow... slow,' mom shouted. He stopped for a moment, then started again. Like that, he thrust for ten minutes and then stopped. All that time, even while moaning, mom was holding mama's waist. After that, exhausted, he lay down next to mom. I went back to the hall. Half an hour later, mom started moaning and shouting again. In the evening, as mama was leaving, he said, 'I'm not coming anymore. Do whatever you want,' and left. Mom cried... After that, mama never bothered with mom again. The fights between dad and mom didn't stop. Dad would come home once a week. One night I woke up and saw mom wasn't there. Moans were coming from the next room. When I went to look, the door was open. Someone was thrusting on top of mom. Both had no clothes. After six months, mom and dad got divorced. 'Whose responsibility is Rahul?' the judge asked. Neither spoke... 'Okay, put Rahul in a hostel. Both of you share his expenses equally,' the judge said. The priest garu (from the naming ceremony earlier) was also there as guardian. 'It's not good for him to stay here — for his future,' mom said. 'It's difficult for me too. I'll have more children again,' dad said. 'Then let's put him in Delhi,' the priest garu suggested. He himself took me by train to Delhi. I cried so much at the station. 'I won't go, I'll stay with you,' I said. Mom and dad felt bad, but for the sake of their lives, they sent me away.
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.
19-02-2026, 07:35 PM
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I undressed my pants and shirt and said, "Open your eyes." She shyly shook her head sideways. While I was holding and squeezing her breasts, she laughed, opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at my erect cock. "Oh my god, it's so big," she said in fear. "Hold it," I said. She grabbed it with her right hand, squeezing and stroking it, and said again, "It's huge." I placed my right hand between her thighs and started fingering her pussy. "Sss ahh," she moaned. Since it was my first time too, I had some tension inside me. Even just by rubbing her pussy with my fingers, she was writhing and moaning "Ahh." I understood what a tender pussy feels like. "Harini, you are sexy," I said, slapping her ass. "Sss, don't hit," she said, laughing. I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her; she wrapped her thighs around my waist and sat on me. I carried Harini like that into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and got on top of her. While her breasts were getting crushed under my chest, she said huskily, "Will you put it in?" Looking into her eyes, I rubbed my cock against her pussy and suddenly pushed it all the way inside in one thrust. Even though her hymen blocked it, my cock tore through and went deep into her pussy. "Aaah, Annayya!" Harini screamed as soon as my cock entered her pussy. Tears came from her eyes. "You monster," she said painfully. I fucked her hard. "Sss," she said. I fucked again, "Abbah," she said. I kept fucking without stopping... Harini was moaning and pulling my waist closer, enjoying it... While I was squeezing her breasts, biting her cheeks, and fucking her pussy, my lust was building. "Enough, slow... slow," Harini said after about five minutes. I pinned her body down without letting her move and kept thrusting into her pussy. She started crying softly, "Please, enough, Annayya..." I bit her lips and fucked her pussy hard for another five minutes before I came inside her. She lay there exhausted. I got up and came to the room... For the first time, I truly understood what sex feels like. ### The next day, I went to the training center and reported. They gave me a room right there. The Director introduced the newcomers: "Good guys, out of the twenty selected, only fifteen have come. The rest didn't show up. Some of you might leave during the training too. Whatever it is, CBI is an agency our country needs. Only IB and CBI know what's really happening in the country... So don't underestimate the job," he said. Just as he said, before the training even finished, five more wrote another exam and left for higher posts. We ten continued the training. It was a bit tough for me. The physical training was pure hell. Because I didn't have much education, I had to work extra hard to learn law and investigation methods. Still, with good food, good trainers, and good batchmates, it passed enjoyably. As soon as the stipend started coming, I wrote a letter to my mom and dad saying "I no longer need money, " and sent a copy to the court. After completed indoor training at the academy, they sent us for practical training on existing cases. I learned how they gather information, how raids are conducted. I came to know there are different types of cases—crime, economic—plus things Income Tax and Enforcement can't handle, cases security officer can't do are given to us. There are offices in all states... I traveled across the entire country... Firing, raiding, swimming, typing, computers—everything, not just one thing, you have to learn it all. In the final results, I came third place. Friends said it was a party. Among the ten of us, I didn't care about who got more or less, but we all partied together. Everyone went to some state or another... They told me to stay at the Delhi Head Office.
19-02-2026, 07:45 PM
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Case 1
I toured the entire office. Case files were piled up everywhere. I met and introduced myself to the senior officers. Some were Group A officers, while others had joined Central Investigation like me. There was budget and authority. Parandhamam garu, who had come from Andhra Pradesh and was working here—a Group A officer with a higher rank than me. On the second day, he called me in. I went. "Sit down, Rahul. There’s a small task you need to handle," he said, blending a request with an order. "Tell me, sir." "An officer was murdered in Srinagar. The security officer claim terrorists killed him. But his family has doubts. They approached the higher court, and the case was assigned to us," he explained. "OK." "I’ve gone through the case file—there’s nothing substantial in it. Verify it for me, and I’ll close the file," he said. I understood: being older, he didn’t want to travel there himself, so he was passing it to me. "Alright," I replied, took a copy of the file, and boarded a flight to Srinagar. ![[Image: download-2.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/3mc4bbg5/download-2.jpg) Three hours later, I landed, hired a car, and headed into the city. I checked into a hotel near Dal Lake. Kashmiri girls are strikingly beautiful. As I wandered the streets, looking at some filled my heart with joy; others stirred my desire. On the second day, I visited the security officer station where the deceased officer had worked. The place was chaotic. No one seemed to be doing any real work. "My name is Rahul, Deputy Officer, Central Investigation," I announced. "Tell me," replied the new officer in charge. "I need details about the murdered officer," I said. "He was from a nearby village—poor guy, he’s gone," the officer replied, giving me basic information about him. I noticed some tension among the security personnel there. I noted down his address, hired a jeep, and drove to the village. Crops in Kashmir look good, but poverty is widespread. When I reached his house, his mother, father, and wife were there. "I’ve come for some details," I explained. They invited me to sit and offered tea. When I looked at his wife, my body reacted again. I silently scolded myself. "We had only one son. He joined the security officer. Just a week after his marriage, he was gone," his mother said, breaking into tears. It reminded me of my own mother. "Why do you suspect something else?" I asked. "He wouldn’t take even a single rupee as a bribe. He was deeply dutiful. The security officer say terrorists killed him—but why would he go anywhere near terrorists? And where exactly did this so-called encounter happen?" his father asked. He was a farmer. It reminded me of my own father. "Alright, I’ll verify everything," I said and left. On the main road, I stopped at a shop, bought a cigarette, and lit it. Just then, the officer’s wife appeared, walking toward the road. She saw me and smiled. "I need to go into town. The bus stops here," she said. "I’m heading that way too. Get in the jeep," I offered. She hesitated but eventually climbed in. While driving, I asked, "What do you do?" "My name is Razia. I’m a college teacher," she replied with a smile. "Your smile is beautiful," I said. She gave me a quick, sharp glance, then laughed softly. "My in-laws are grieving terribly," she said. "So far, whatever they’ve told the security officer hasn’t been accepted," I replied. She fell silent. Every time the jeep hit a bump, her breasts swayed, and something stirred inside me. I pointed out the hotel. "This is where I’m staying," I said, and gave her my phone number. She got out and walked to the nearby college. Back in my room, I read through the forensic reports and security officer statements. By lunchtime, I had finished reading everything. There was no apparent suspicion anywhere; the case seemed ready to be closed. While I was drafting the report, about five minutes in, I suddenly heard a faint "wrong wrong" sound coming from somewhere inside—maybe intuition or a gut feeling. I didn’t understand it at first. It happened again. My sixth sense wasn’t buying the official story. Something felt off—there was a twist here. Just then, Parandhamam garu called, asking if the report was finished. Around 4 p.m., someone knocked on my door. I opened it—Razia. |
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