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## Update 111: The Bitter Farewell of Mala (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I walked back home, my mind reeling from Riya's revelation. *How could Mala do this to me?* The question burned through my thoughts. *I never once imagined that Mala would leave this village without saying a single word to me, without a goodbye. Riya said that her family bought Mala's house. That means Mala has gone forever.* *If Mala had to go, she was free to do so, but she should have talked to me one last time, met me face-to-face, and then left.*

*Mala first made me feel the dizzying rush of love. Then, at the temple, she flatly refused to accept my love. Then, last night, she pulled me back, forcing us to make desperate, passionate love, and now she's gone again, rejecting my love in the cruelest way possible.* *Mala, why did you do this to me? You could have met me just once, just for five minutes. I was going to tell you that Chachi is ready for our marriage, that the financial obstacle was removed. Mala, what have you done? Why did you make love to me like that yesterday? I was already starting to forget you, but after what you did to me last night, how can I ever forget you? Mala, just meet me once. Just once...*

Thinking about Mala like this, the world blurry around me, I finally reached home. As soon as I came in, I went straight to my room and sat down heavily on the bed, staring blankly ahead. I was lost in my painful thoughts when Meena Chachi walked into my room. She rushed to me, and without a word, she immediately wrapped me in a tight embrace. As soon as I felt Meena Chachi's arms around me, the dam broke. Tears started pouring from my eyes, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Meena Chachi held me close, letting me cry for a long while. After my sobs had subsided, Meena Chachi gently kissed my eyes, and my tears instantly stopped.

"Avi, tell me everything about Mala. What did you and Mala talk about today that has left you so broken?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice soft with concern.

*(Internal thoughts: How does Chachi know that I'm crying specifically because of Mala? How could she possibly know?)* I pulled back slightly and looked at Chachi with a questioning, bewildered expression.

"I know Mala has left the village forever," Meena Chachi stated simply, anticipating my unspoken question.

I looked at Meena Chachi with a deeper, more profound questioning gaze.

"I saw Mala and her parents at the bus stop earlier this evening. They had luggage. I thought they looked like they were leaving the village for good, and then I found out the truth from a neighbor that they are leaving forever," Meena Chachi explained, keeping her expression neutral. "Now, stop stalling and tell me what you and Mala talked about and why you were crying so desperately."

"Chachi, Mala left the village forever without meeting me or saying goodbye," I whispered, the pain still raw.

"You're crying for such a small thing as not getting a proper goodbye?" Meena Chachi asked, feigning annoyance.

"If it was such a small thing, Chachi, I would have never cried like this," I insisted, shaking my head.

"Then tell me what the real matter is," she urged.

I took a deep breath and told Meena Chachi everything about what happened with Mala last night—the fighting, the kissing, the virginity, the deep fuck we shared, and her consumption of my cum. Meena Chachi heard me out, listening to every detail, and then simply hugged me again, clutching me tightly.

*(Meena Chachi's internal thoughts: Avi, what have you done, my son? I told you to forget Mala, and instead, you made love to Mala again, taking her virginity. You fucked her. Avi, you absolutely shouldn't have done this. Now, you will never be able to forget Mala! It won't be easy for you to forget Mala's first time. What have you done, Avi? And Mala, you didn't do right by fucking Avi. After this night, neither Mala will be able to live her arranged life properly, haunted by this, nor will Avi be able to let go. You both will keep crying your whole life, remembering your first love, your first fuck. Meena, you have to think of something, or Avi will go crazy in Mala's memory. What if Avi becomes a miserable Devdas? Meena, think of a solution, and quickly!)*

"Avi, do you know I met Mala at the bus stop just before she left?" Meena Chachi said, pulling back to look me in the eye.

As soon as I heard Chachi's words, I moved away from her, alert and hopeful.

"I even talked to Mala at the bus stop, just for a moment," Meena Chachi continued slowly.

"What did Mala say? Did she ask about me? Is she coming back here? Did she leave any message for me?" I asked, barraging her with hopeful questions.

"Avi, I can't tell you everything Mala and I talked about," Meena Chachi said, shaking her head sadly.

"What kind of thing happened that you can't tell me? Was it too sad?" I insisted, frustrated by the secrecy.

"You won't be able to bear to hear it. It will break your heart further," she warned me.

"Chachi, don't talk in riddles. Tell me what Mala said to you, right now," I insisted, my voice demanding.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth," Meena Chachi said, taking a deep breath and settling into a theatrical position.

*

(Meena Chachi's fabricated conversation)

"I saw Mala at the bus stop. She was waiting for the bus with her parents and all their luggage. I thought she was going somewhere far, so I decided I should talk to her about you. That's why I walked to the bus stop. Mala's parents were busy talking to someone else. Mala was standing alone near the luggage. I walked up to Mala. Mala was genuinely shocked to see me in front of her.

'You're Mala, right?' I asked her gently.

'Yes, and you're Avi's Chachi, the whore who only got pregnant recently,' Mala spat out immediately.

'Are you going somewhere permanent?' I asked, ignoring the insult.

'Yes, I'm going to my mama's house forever,' Mala said, folding her arms.

'Forever? Leaving the village?' I questioned.

'Yes, I'm leaving this village forever, thank God,' Mala confirmed with a cruel smile.

'Does Avi know that you're leaving the village for good?' I asked, looking for proof of her care.

'So, Avi told you everything, did he?' Mala sneered.

'Yes,' I said.

'Then that's good. At least that fool finally did something smart,' Mala said, looking disgusted.

'Who are you calling a fool?' I challenged her.

'Avi. And why wouldn't I? He's a number one, pathetic bastard,' Mala said, her voice laced with hatred.

'Watch your language, Mala. Don't forget that you also told him you loved him, and you made love to him last night,' I said, feeling my blood boil.

'Love? That too with Avi? How can you even think that, Chachi? I'm not that big a fool to love a jerk like Avi,' Mala scoffed, throwing her head back.

'If that was all drama, then why did you feed Avi and help him with his exams?' I asked, pressing for a logical explanation.

'It's my job to feed beggars and sick dogs. I feed every beggar who comes near my door, so should I go around loving everyone of them?' Mala said, looking at me as if I were dirt.

'Avi saved you from getting ruined by the shopkeeper, and in return, you're calling him a beggar and a dog,' I said, my voice shaking with anger.

'I actually *wanted* to fuck myself with someone else, to get the taste of it. But because of that bastard Avi, my chooť remained thirsty for two months,' Mala said, her voice rising to a furious crescendo. 'But it's okay. Yesterday, I slapped that same weak bastard two times to teach him a lesson and then I fucked him hard. I quenched my two-month-long thirst, and now I'm done with him.'

'Don't you dare abuse Avi again, or I will hit you,' I warned her, stepping closer.

'I'll not only abuse Avi, but I'll abuse you too, you old witch!' Mala screamed. 'You're a number one whore, who is only becoming a mother after so many days. Who knows how many people you slept with to become a mother? You yourself won't even know who the real father of your future child is!'

I could have answered Mala then, I could have slapped her into silence, but I remained silent only because of you, Avi. Look at what she said. The girl who can abuse you, who can abuse your mother, who can call your son a bastard, you're crying for her. You love her, Avi. Now you yourself think who you want: Mala or your Chachi and your family."

*

I was completely shocked to hear Chachi's story. My entire body went cold. I never thought Mala would turn out to be this kind of hateful, crude girl. I was falling in love with a girl who considers me a beggar and a bastard and abuses my Chachi—the woman who is my mother. My vision of Mala was shattered. What I thought Mala was and what she turned out to be were two different people. A cold, hard hatred instantly replaced the love and pain. I will never forgive Mala. *Mala, I hate you, I hate you!*

I instantly hugged Meena Chachi, clinging to her for emotional protection.
"Chachi, you were absolutely right that Mala is not the right girl for me. I made the biggest mistake by loving Mala. From today onwards, I will not love anyone ever again," I vowed into her shoulder.

*(Meena Chachi's internal thoughts: What is this? Avi is swearing not to love anyone at all. For now, this is okay. I'll explain to Avi the value of love later, when he is healed.)* "Avi, now stop crying and forget Mala. Start a new life right now. I want my old, fun-loving son back," Meena Chachi said, rubbing my back soothingly.

"Forget her from tomorrow? No, Chachi. From today, this moment, I will forget Mala forever. And you'll get your old Avi back," I declared, the rage giving me strength.

"Now you should rest and clear your mind. You rest, I'll go back to my work," Meena Chachi said, kissing my cheek before leaving.

Meena Chachi went out of my room, and I lay down on the bed, falling into an exhausted, resentful sleep.

*

*(Meena Chachi's true internal thoughts, standing outside the door: Avi, forgive me. I lied to you completely. I only saw Mala and her parents at the bus stop. By the time I walked up to Mala, she had already sat down in the bus and it pulled away. I never spoke a word to her. After what you did with Mala yesterday—taking her virginity—you wouldn't have been able to forget Mala as she planned. Mala didn't do right by fucking you like that and then leaving. You both got some beautiful moments of happiness by fucking, but because of Mala's departure, there will be lifelong sadness and regret. Neither Mala will be happy there, nor would you be happy here. You both would keep crying your whole life, remembering your first love, your first fuck. Mala will get married after a year or two and will eventually forget you to some extent. But what would you do here? You would live your life as a heartbroken Devdas in Mala's memory, dying emotionally every day. How could I see you killing yourself in Mala's memory? That's why I made Mala look so bad, so cruel, and so abusive in your eyes. My lie was the only way for you to forget Mala quickly and start living a fun life again. If Mala ever comes back into your life, if she ever returns to this village, I will tell you the whole truth, and I'll make Mala a good girl in your eyes again. Forgive me, Avi. I truly didn't have any other option. I couldn't see you dying every moment. Forgive me.)*

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## Update 112: Riya's Claim (Avi and Riya)

A new morning brought a forced new hope for me. It was not possible to erase Mala's memory in one night, especially after our powerful final session. The hatred ignited by Meena Chachi's story was a cold, useful fire. I decided I wouldn't ruin my life by thinking about Mala again; she was beneath my thoughts. After exercising in the morning, I got fresh and started eating breakfast. There was no sadness or cloud of grief on my face because of Mala's departure. Seeing the genuine glow of health and determination on my face, Meena Chachi looked visibly relieved. The morning passed quickly while I talked and laughed with the Chachis. In the afternoon, I decided to go to Mona's new house.

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Today, there was a small worship ceremony for the new bride (Mona) at the groom's house. Mona's new house was small and cramped, but most of the houses in the village were similar. The groom and bride started the worship. I was standing near the door of the room, observing the ceremony. Many people were squeezed into the room. Because of that, there was absolutely no space to stand or sit comfortably.

Riya was standing right behind me where I was positioned. Because of my height, she couldn't see anything over my shoulder. Riya kept shifting, her body bumping into my back. I leaned back slightly.

"Move up to the front, you can peek around me," I told Riya softly, nudging my shoulder back.

She moved forward. Now she was standing directly in front of me, just separated by a breath of air. The people who were near the groom and bride were sitting on the floor. The rest of us were crammed together, standing.

There was initially a little gap between Riya and me, a polite distance. But then the Panditji called the groom's mama and mammi to perform the next part of the worship. Four or five more people surged inside the already full room with the groom's mama. Because of this sudden pressure, Riya had to move back suddenly, crushing herself against me. Riya was now completely stuck to me, her soft, curved back pressed against my chest.

The immediate warmth of Riya's body, the soft give of her spine against my breastbone, made my lunď spring to attention instantly, hardening aggressively against my pants. The cotton of my pants felt suddenly tight. A quick pulse throbbed in my groin. As soon as my lunď became hard and hot, the memory of Mala left my mind completely. The immediate, physical reality of Riya took over.

*Chachi wanted the old, fun-loving Avi back. So I should absolutely start taking advantage of the situation,* I thought, feeling a thrill of danger.

My hard lunď was pressed tight against the crack of Riya's soft ass. The cotton fabric of my pants offered little insulation. Riya stiffened, clearly feeling the press of my lunď on her ass. Riya quickly looked back over her shoulder once, her eyes wide, but she immediately turned forward and didn't say anything to me.

Seeing no resistance, no protest from Riya's side, I started moving my lunď gently up and down against her ass. It was a lot of fun moving my erection against her soft curves in the middle of a crowded, religious worship. I kept grinding my lunď on her ass for a long while, enjoying the friction and the mounting heat. Since there were so many people packed into the house, I took advantage of this cover and slipped my hand down, resting it on her ass beneath her saree. The wall was right behind my hand, boxing us in. I angled my lunď and pressed the head into the soft crack of her ass. And I started moving my hand up her thighs, exploring the soft skin. I was slowly and subtly moving my hips back and forth, timing my movement so people wouldn't suspect me.

After a short while of this covert action, I felt a familiar, involuntary tremor run through Riya's body. Her muscles tightened briefly against my touch. When I quickly moved my hand up her thigh and found her inner leg, I confirmed from her very wet salwar that Riya had just come, climaxing right there against me.

Now I gently moved back a small distance, causing my lunď to slide out of the crack of her ass. Riya looked back over her shoulder again, her eyes asking a silent question, as if wondering why I had taken my lunď out and stopped. I didn't like moving away from Riya's ass either, but the worship had just concluded, and people were starting to move. I quickly came out and found a place to sit down. The other people also started streaming out of the room. Riya soon followed. When I looked at her, she was also looking straight at me, her eyes shining with unspoken desire.

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After the worship was completely over, everyone started gathering to eat the feast. I was more worried about quenching my lunď's desperate thirst than eating any food. I was actively looking for a moment when I could meet Riya alone and ask her directly. I was absolutely sure that she would not refuse me now.

Everyone was busy eating food, and Riya suddenly got up and started walking toward the edge of the village. I immediately got up too and started walking with her.

"Did you have fun during the worship, Riya?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, pulling alongside her.

Riya stopped walking and just stared at me, her expression unreadable.

"I asked if you had fun today," I repeated, a small smirk playing on my lips.

Riya didn't say anything again, simply resuming her walk. After a short distance, Riya's house came into view. She walked straight inside the house without another word. I was left standing outside, confused by her sudden silence.

*Riya must have felt bad, that's why she didn't answer my question. But at Mona's house, she didn't complain about my hands.* I had started to think I would have to remove the thought of fucking Riya from my mind, that she wasn't as bold as I thought.

Just then, Riya came back out of the house. She looked at me, smiled a clear, inviting smile, and started walking down the road again. I immediately started walking behind her. Riya stopped right in front of Mala's house. She reached into her pocket, took out a key, and opened the lock of Mala's house. She looked back at me, her smile widening into a direct invitation, and went inside.

I understood everything perfectly. Riya wants more fun, and she was looking for a safe, private place. That's why she went to her own house first, grabbed the key to the house her family bought, and led me here. I paused outside, thinking whether I should go inside Mala's house or not. *If I went inside the house, I would remember fucking Mala again.* Then the thought process Meena Chachi had initiated took over.

*After what Mala did and what she said about Chachi, I have to forget Mala completely. By fucking Riya on the very same bed where I fucked Mala, I can show Mala's memory that I only hate her and have moved on.*

I pushed the gate open. The door was unlocked. My guess was right. I went inside, closed the gate behind me, and went into the inner room. Riya was already sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Her eyes were shining with excitement.

"Did you get the answer to your question, Avi?" Riya asked, her voice breathy, her posture leaning forward.

"I didn't know that the answer would be so good and so direct," I said, walking toward her. "I would have asked much earlier."

"Then why didn't you ask, you fool?" she teased, playfully hitting the mattress with her hand.

"You were with Mona all the time, busy with wedding preparations. Now I understand why you were spending so much time with Mona. You must have been asking Mona all about her wedding night and then thought about having your own wedding night soon," I said, the words heavy with sexual meaning, stepping right up to the bed.

Riya blushed deeply after hearing me. She looked down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers in sudden shyness.

"So, tell me now, do you want to celebrate your wedding night with me?" I asked, my voice demanding a direct answer.

She looked up at me and nodded her head in a clear, silent "yes."

"Have you done this with anyone before me, Riya?" I asked, needing to know, my eyes scanning her face.

"Do I look like that kind of a girl, Avi?" she countered, looking offended, her brow furrowed.

"You're misunderstanding my question," I said quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I just want to know if this is your first time or not. I need to know how to proceed."

"What do you think, Avi? Tell me what your mind says," she challenged me back, biting her lip, her eyes holding mine.

"I think a lot of things, Riya. I think you're ready for everything," I said, letting my gaze drift over her body, my hand resting near her thigh.

Changing the subject abruptly, Riya looked at the window. "I have to leave soon, Avi. My mother will start looking for me," she whispered urgently, her eyes darting nervously toward the light.

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## Update 113: The Conquest of Riya (Avi and Riya)

"I have to leave soon," Riya whispered urgently, looking at the window. As soon as Riya gave me the deadline, I didn't waste another moment. I moved closer to her, my hand sweeping around her back, and I started kissing Riya hard.

By having sex with someone else in Mala's house, on the very bed where Mala surrendered, I was trying to aggressively convince myself how much I had started to hate Mala. Only yesterday, I had confessed my love for Mala, and today I had manufactured so much hatred that I was about to fuck the same girl, Riya, on Mala's bed—the girl Mala saw me talking to, which had enraged her enough to demand sex from me.

I forcibly removed the last image of Mala from my mind and started focusing entirely on the new, virgin chooť in front of me. I started sucking on Riya's lips. Out of all the lips I had kissed so far, Riya's were the softest because she was the youngest among the women I'd been with. Riya's lips were incredibly soft, like moist petals. As I was sucking on Riya's lips, I started playing with her tongue, meeting its timid dance with the dominance of mine. 

Riya quickly grew hot with the intensity of the kiss. While kissing, I started pressing Riya's breasts through her clothes. Riya's breasts were small and firm, which I knew I had to make rounder and bigger by aggressive massaging. I set to work immediately on my mission. While sucking deeply on her lips, I started pressing Riya's breasts over her kameez. I thought of them as small oranges that needed to be transformed into ripe mangoes. I began trying to extract juice from Riya's oranges. There was no internal juice yet, but by pressing them and fucking them like this, Riya's oranges would fill up with juice soon enough.

I continued kissing and pressing her breasts like this. We kept kissing for ten minutes, and for five of those minutes, I was pressing her breasts relentlessly along with the kissing. I finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and immediately started stripping Riya. I took off her salwar and her kameez. Because of this, she was left standing in front of me only in her bra and panty. 

She quickly hid her breasts and bra with her long hair. And she started trying to hide her chooť and panty with her hands, crossing them over her crotch.

"Riya, take your hands away from your chooť, or else I will have to do it myself, and you won't like my method," I commanded softly.

Riya looked up at me, hesitating for a moment, and then slowly started to move her hands away from her panty. I quickly reached out, held her hands, and guided them *into* her panty, placing them over her chooť. Then, I took my hands out.

"Don't take your hands out of your panty until I take off your panty myself," I instructed, my eyes fixed on her.

Riya swallowed hard, nodded her head in a quiet 'yes,' and agreed to my command. I gently pushed Riya onto the bed and first kissed her cheeks, then her lips. I started sucking on her lips deeply, then introduced my tongue to suck on hers. I then started kissing and tracing my tongue down her neck. By covering her entire face and neck with kisses like this, she was going crazy with anticipation. She started saying that she couldn't control herself anymore, squirming beneath my touch.

I knew it was wrong to delay any longer. I took off her bra and immediately started running my tongue on the small nipples of her oranges. After thoroughly running my tongue on them, I took one of Riya's oranges into my mouth and started sucking it hard. I was sucking on one breast and pressing the other aggressively with my hand. Riya instantly started rubbing her chooť with her hand inside her panty. I was sucking on both of her breasts like a hungry animal. I was also biting her nipples gently in between the sucking. After sucking on her oranges for a while, I started massaging her breasts with both my hands, pressing and squeezing them hard. I kept pressing Riya's oranges for a good while.

Then I moved down her body and gripped Riya's panty. Riya's hands were still inside her panty, rubbing herself. I held her panty at the waist and firmly pulled it down. As soon as her panty came down her thighs, she separated her hands from her chooť. I half-expected her to try to hide her chooť, but because of the aggressive foreplay I had given her last time, she didn't hide her chooť this time. I started looking at Riya's perfect, virgin chooť. Riya's chooť was pink and smooth, and to keep it from getting an evil eye, it was hidden modestly with a patch of soft black hair. Despite having hair on her chooť, I found Riya's chooť attractive. Seeing Riya's chooť, my mouth started watering, and I bent down to claim Riya's chooť.

I brought my mouth near her chooť and blew on it hard. The sudden rush of air coming out of my mouth tickled Riya, making her giggle and tense up. I started kissing her pink chooť. Then with my hands, I opened her chooť lips and stared at the moist entrance. Then I cleaned her chooť with my tongue, and then I put my tongue inside her chooť and started fucking her with my tongue, furiously sucking on her chooť. I started sucking on her chooť hard, and Riya started lifting her hips, pressing her chooť desperately onto my mouth. I kept my tongue deep inside her chooť. Her chooť was very wet from the inside. I started fucking her with my tongue until, in a sudden, powerful spasm, she came again. I instantly drank all her cum. In two days, I had gotten to drink the cum of another virgin chooť.

Then I quickly took off my clothes. And I gave my lunď to Riya's hand, letting her hold it for a moment. I guided Riya's hand, starting to move my lunď up and down. Since it was the first lunď in Riya's life, I decided not to ask her to suck it. That's why I had to proceed to put it directly in her chooť without passing it through her mouth. I made my lunď slippery with my spit and positioned my lunď on the hole of her chooť. And I let my lunď kiss her chooť for a long while, rubbing her chooť with the head of my lunď. Then I started rubbing my lunď right on the line of her chooť entrance. Then, I pressed my lunď on the hole of her chooť and gave a slight, controlled thrust. Only the half of my glans went inside. I knew I had to proceed very carefully now. I put slightly more force on my lunď until the entire glans was inside her chooť. As soon as the glans went into her chooť, Riya screamed, a high-pitched cry. She pushed against my chest and pleaded, "It hurts me! Take it out!"

Only the head had gone inside, but the whole shaft of my lunď was aching to go inside her tight chooť. I immediately put my lips on Riya's lips and started sucking on them hard, so she wouldn't scream and wouldn't feel the sharp edge of the pain. After sucking on her lips for a while, when I felt that her panic had decreased, I gave a very hard, forceful thrust. This time, half of the lunď went deep into her chooť. When the lunď went inside, I felt something wet and slightly sticky on my shaft. It was her seal breaking. The blood from the chooť started flowing out over the lunď. There was blood immediately on the bedsheet, and a stream of blood was coming out of her chooť. I quickly took my lunď out and saw that there was a lot of blood on my lunď. And there was also blood glistening on Riya's chooť.

Tears were streaming from Riya's eyes now. Riya started crying desperately and wailed, "It hurts so much! Take it out! I don't want to do this anymore!" I remembered Madam's precise words: *If it hurts, tell her that the worst pain that had to happen is over. Now she will only get pleasure.* I repeated the lesson to her. 

I told her that all the pain that had to happen has already happened. "Now, Riya, you will only get pleasure. There will be only a small pain for a short while more." She agreed with great difficulty, breathing hard. From how much she was refusing, it seemed that if I put the whole lunď inside now, she would push me off and run away from here naked. That's why I had to fuck Riya with only half of my lunď for a while longer. My mission now was to reduce her pain and increase her pleasure. I started fucking Riya with the half-lund entry. She was feeling pain in the first 10-12 thrusts, but as the fucking progressed, Riya's pain was decreasing, and she was getting more and more pleasure.

Riya started moaning very soon, her sounds of distress turning into sounds of mounting pleasure. She was just moaning, she wasn't screaming or cursing like Rati. I was fucking Riya in one steady, simple missionary position, and this stability was good for me.

After fucking Riya's chooť for about five minutes, I felt her inner muscles tighten—Riya was about to climax again. I knew it was time to put the whole lunď in now. I drove the whole lunď inside her in one sudden, powerful surge. As soon as the lunď went fully inside, Riya's chooť instantly released a flood of water. Because the water came out and lubricated her deeply, Riya didn't feel much pain. Whatever minor pain she felt, I quickly finished it and started running my Rajdhani Express—my fast, powerful thrusts. Riya instantly understood what the immense pleasure of a full lunď felt like. Riya was taking the lunď into her chooť by lifting her hips and jumping to meet my rhythm. Thrusts were being delivered and loud, rhythmic sounds were coming out of her mouth. Whenever she was about to climax, she would push her hands against my hips and tell me to thrust harder. I would comply, pushing harder and deeper. In this way, I was fucking Riya by thrusting slowly, sometimes long, and sometimes hard. I kept fucking Riya for 20 continuous minutes. Riya had already climaxed five times in this one hour of foreplay and fuck. After putting my cum deep inside Riya's chooť, I fell heavily on top of her, completely drained. 

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## Update 114: The New Fire (Avi and Riya)

After a while, the immediate physical exhaustion subsided, and we both became normal, lying side by side on Mala's bed.

"So, how was your very first wedding night, Riya?" I asked, turning to face her.

"It was pain mixed with pleasure, blood mixed with water, and a new girl merged with a new boy," Riya replied, her voice soft and reflective.

"Wow, you're already writing poetry after just one fucking session," I teased, reaching out to stroke her hip.

Riya smiled, a radiant, satisfied expression. "Mona had completely ruined my mind all morning by telling me every detail of her wedding night. She lit a spark in my stomach. Then you came along and immediately poured oil onto it. The fire had to happen, Avi."

"The wrong kind of fire has been lit now," I said, my voice turning possessive. "A fire in your chooť that will keep you burning."

"And will you not quench my fire now that you've started it?" she asked, leaning closer, her eyes glittering.

"The fire has to be quenched from both sides now, Riya," I replied, giving her a pointed look.

"What do you mean by both sides?" Riya asked, looking confused.

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I gave Riya's ass a firm, open-handed slap that made her jump. "Do you understand now?" I asked, grinning.

"Now you want to fuck my ganď?" she asked, rubbing the sting from her cheek.

"I have to. It's the next step," I confirmed, nodding decisively.

"Why, Avi? Is it really necessary to fuck my ganď as well?" she asked, her voice unsure.

"I got the chooť because of the initial contact with the ass during the worship," I reasoned, pulling her closer. "So, it's only fair that the ganď also gets to enjoy the immense pleasure."

Riya burst out laughing, hitting my chest softly. "We'll see about that. My chooť is hurting too much right now."

"The fun has only just begun for you, Riya. Just wait and see how much fun you'll have later with my lunď," I promised, my eyes intense.

"We'll see when we get time and when the pain goes away," Riya said, suddenly becoming serious. "I can't risk doing this every day, Avi."

"Okay. But do it soon, Riya. I'll be waiting," I said, accepting her condition.

"Come on, it's already been an hour. We need to go," Riya said, pushing herself up from the bed.

"Yes, let's go," I agreed, watching her move.

Riya got up from the bed and started going to the bathroom. While walking, her ass started moving up and down as she staggered slightly from the intense fucking she'd just endured. *I have to fuck Riya's ganď soon,* I thought, the determination solidifying. After Riya, I went to the bathroom to clean myself. By the time I came back from the bathroom, Riya had already put on her clothes and, importantly, had changed the blood-stained bedsheet, hiding the evidence. I left the house first, and Riya came out shortly afterward. I headed to Mona's house, and Riya said she would go home and rest, needing time to recover.

It was evening now. I arrived at Mona's new house. Everyone was sitting outside and talking about the wedding. On the other side, Mona's husband and Mona's brother were sitting and talking privately. I also went and sat with them.

"It was so much fun yesterday, man. I was fucking all night," Mona's husband boasted, unable to contain his pride.

"Now you're going to have so much fun and joy. I, however, have to find someone else now that Mona is gone," Mona's brother said with a sigh. He then looked at me. "Hey, Avi, when did you come and sit down?" he asked, startled.

"I just came. Don't worry, I missed the important part," I said, noting how they both instantly stopped talking about sex as soon as I joined them. After talking about random village things for a while, I came home.

The whole week had been wasted on the wedding festivities, but I knew I could never forget the intense sexual experience I got from Mona's wedding week. I thought I would fuck Mona's ganď at her wedding, but I didn't get her. I got Riya instead, and she was a far more satisfying conquest. Now I had to plan when I would get to fuck Riya's ganď. I knew I couldn't go to Mala's house again now that Riya's family owned it; it was too risky if someone saw me there. *I had to find another safe place for our sessions.* As for Mona, I'll get her someday, when she visits the village again.

When I finally came home, I went straight to Meena Chachi and told her everything that had happened with Riya. Now, it had become an absolute habit to tell Meena Chachi everything about my sexual adventures. Chachi didn't say anything critical to me, but there was a deep, visible happiness on her face after hearing my story.

*(Meena Chachi's internal thoughts: It's good that Avi forgot Mala so quickly and completely. The hatred worked! And he has started his new life again. This Riya girl will keep him busy now. I can rest easy.)*

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## Update 115: Fields of Opportunity (Avi & Kamala kaki - Mona's mother-in-law)

Mona's wedding was finally over. I felt that I had gained a lot and lost a lot during the entire affair. I hadn't managed to fuck Mona's ganď, which was a lingering frustration, but I was now eagerly waiting for my chance to fuck Riya's ganď. I wasn't finding any appropriate place to fuck Riya's ganď where we would be completely safe and unobserved. Mona's brother had once vaguely suggested he would teach me how to have fun, but I didn't need Mona's brother's clumsy help anymore to explore my desires. That's why I stopped actively seeking out Mona's brother. It was only the middle of April. This meant the summer vacations had just begun a month ago, and I had plenty of time.

I immediately changed my daily timetable. After exercising in the morning, I started roaming around the village, socializing. Then, after lunch, I would go to Pooja Bua's house or Neha Bua's house or Neeta Bua's house in the afternoon to play cards or simply spend time. I made sure to go to each Bua's house on a rotational basis. Komal started liking my company again, and we started enjoying ourselves together, our friendship regaining its old warmth.

Then, at 5:00 PM in the evening, I would go to the fields with Chacha, and then at 7:00 PM, I would come back home with Chacha. After 7:00 PM, I would sit and talk with my Chachis until 11:00 PM at night, when I would go to sleep. I would wake up at 6:00 AM in the morning and exercise, keeping my new routine solid. I still found time to fuck Rati sometimes in between, but I haven't fucked her ganď yet. I knew I couldn't fuck her ganď at home. Rati had been fucked in the ganď before, but still, it would hurt her, and she would undoubtedly let out a painful scream as soon as my lunď went into her ganď. If anyone heard her scream at home, it would be a major problem.

I realized there was only one solution to this pressing problem, and that was Meena Chachi. I told Meena Chachi one afternoon that I urgently wanted to fuck Rati's ganď.

Meena Chachi looked at me, a mischievous light in her eyes, and started laughing softly. "Okay, Avi. Tomorrow, I'll take Didi (Suman Chachi) to Pooja Bua's house, and then you can do it without worry," she agreed. But I then reminded her that I went to Bua's house myself in the afternoon to play. "If I don't go, then Raj and Komal will probably come here to find me." Meena Chachi reassured me, saying she would tell Raj and Komal that I had a bad headache and was sleeping soundly. After getting the logistics sorted out with Meena Chachi, I went to the fields to meet Chacha at 5:00 PM.

At this time of day, most people usually come home from the fields, finishing their work. But because of the severe heat during the day, many had started working in the fields primarily in the cooler evening hours. Only those who had a continuous water supply in their fields were able to farm during the summer. Chacha had 15 hectares of land in total. Out of that, 5 hectares had mature mango trees. Another 5 hectares ran entirely on rainwater, and the remaining 5 hectares had a functional well, which allowed us to farm in the summers. Out of the total 15 hectares, 5 hectares technically belonged to my father, but after his death, they were with Chacha. Another 5 hectares were in Dadaji's name, which Chacha also looked after.

There was a small, brick house built in the fields that had two compact rooms. The rooms were tiny, containing only a simple cot for sleeping and resting. Chacha himself didn't do any manual work; he just used to sit on the cot and supervise the laborers' work. Chacha would go to the city to sell mangoes every two days. During those times, I would be in charge of looking after the fields. Chacha would leave in the afternoon and come straight home in the evening. I would go to the fields, break some fresh mangoes, and the next day I would enjoy them with Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena. I also started genuinely liking the routine of going to the fields. Sometimes Raj, Komal, Kavita, and Leena would also come with me to the fields to help break mangoes, joining me once every three days.

The mango fields were thick and dense, almost like a small jungle. If you went even a little way inside the orchard, you couldn't see anything from the outside. The women who worked as laborers in the fields would often go into the mango groves to use the bathroom for privacy. I would sometimes spend my time in the deep mango orchard and sometimes near the well where the pump was located. In just three days, I had made a good acquaintance with almost all the women who worked as laborers. At least 20 women used to work in the fields daily. Out of them, about 15 women usually worked inside the mango orchard.

I realized Mona's mother-in-law also used to work in our fields, specifically in the mango orchard. It had been only a week since Mona's wedding. Mona herself had suggested going to the fields with her mother-in-law to work, but her mother-in-law had firmly refused. Mona hadn't come to the fields yet, thankfully. In just three days, I had made a good, playful friendship with Mona's mother-in-law. Whenever I met her, she would get visibly happy and greet me warmly. There was one particularly good thing about her body, and that was her ganď. Whenever I talked to her, I would make sure to playfully touch her ganď once or twice, using the excuse of passing by. Mona's mother-in-law was about 45 years old. There was no other woman in the village with an ass like hers. *Anyone who saw her ganď once would instantly decide to fuck her ganď before fucking her chooť.* 

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## Update 116: The Allure of Kamala Kaki (Avi & Kamala Kaki)

After talking with Meena Chachi about fucking Rati's ganď yesterday, I went toward the fields in the evening as usual. Chacha was doing his accounts in the small house built in the fields. I sat with Chacha for a while, making small talk, and then I stood up, pretending to stretch. I started walking around the vast fields. As I was walking, my steps naturally led me into the mango orchard. Both women and men were working diligently among the trees. I walked up to them and started talking, showing interest in their progress. Mona's mother-in-law was also there; her name was Kamala. I walked over and started a conversation with her.

"How are you, Kaki?" I asked Kamala, using the respectful term for a woman her age.

Kamala smiled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "I'm fine, Avi. When did you come out to the fields?"

I had been to Mona's new house several times for the wedding ceremonies, so I had quickly become familiar with Kamala Kaki. And since I was the owner's nephew, effectively representing the boss, Kaki spoke to me politely and with deference.

"I just came. I thought," I paused, letting my eyes glance meaningfully at her breasts, "I'd pick some mangoes before heading back home."

"Do you like our mangoes that much?" Kamala asked, chuckling softly.

"Yes, but the ones right here look a little raw still," I observed.

"There are some perfectly ripe mangoes on the far side of the fields. Go and pick them there; the tree is loaded," Kamala suggested.

"Now, in such a big field, Kaki, how will I ever find that specific tree with the ripe mangoes?" I asked, feigning helplessness.

"Don't worry, I'll show you. Come with me," Kamala said, laying her tools down.

I immediately started walking with Kamala Kaki. Kamala Kaki was walking in front, leading the way, and I was walking directly behind her. While walking, I fixed my gaze on Kamala Kaki's ass and started enjoying the sight of it shaking and swaying with every step she took. Kaki's ass was perfectly round and plump, filling out her clothes beautifully. *Anyone who saw Kaki's ganď once would instantly be consumed by the thought of fucking it at least once.*

After walking for a while, we came to the other side of the fields, where the mango trees grew even denser. There were only the two of us on this side of the orchard now. Kaki stopped and pointed out the tree with the ripe mangoes. I quickly climbed the tree and started picking the fruit. The mangoes weren't *completely* ripe, but they were certainly good enough. I picked the mangoes and started dropping them to Kamala Kaki below. In a short while, I had picked enough mangoes for my family and friends.

I looked down to hand the last mango to Kaki. When I looked down, Kaki wasn't standing there. *I thought she was here just a moment ago, so where did she suddenly go?* The trees were very dense in this part of the orchard, so I couldn't see Kaki anywhere through the leaves. After a brief pause, Kaki emerged from behind a thick tree trunk and walked back toward me.

"Kaki, where did you go? I was getting worried here, thinking you'd left me," I called down from the tree.

"Nowhere, beta. I just went behind that tree to pee," Kamala replied simply.

"You could have just told me you needed to go," I said, climbing down with the sack of mangoes.

Changing the subject and dusting her hands off, "Avi, did you pick enough mangoes?" Kamala asked.

"Yes, I did. Let's go now, Kaki," I said, tying the sack closed.

"Let's just rest for a while, beta. I'm very tired," Kamala said, sinking onto the grass beneath the shade of the tree.

"Okay," I agreed instantly, setting the sack down.

We sat under the tree together and started resting.

"Kaki, you should seriously think about stopping this manual labor now," I suggested, looking concerned.

"Why, beta?" Kamala asked, fanning herself with a leaf.

"You get tired so quickly. How will you keep working like this every day?" I pressed.

"What can I do, beta? I have to do it. If I don't work and earn money, how will my family run?" Kamala sighed, looking distressed.

"But you get tired so quickly," I repeated, shaking my head.

"When my son got married to Mona, I thought my daughter-in-law would take over the housework. But she doesn't do anything; she just sits all day and expects to be served. I have to do all the housework too. That's why I get tired quickly, working here and at home," Kamala explained sadly.

"Why don't you do one thing, Kaki? Bring your daughter-in-law, Mona, to the fields with you. She'll help you here with the work. And she'll also get paid," I suggested, planting a seed of opportunity.

"She won't agree to work here either, Avi," Kamala said skeptically.

"Tell her that she can keep all the money she earns from the fields for herself. She'll definitely agree to that," I advised.

"That's a good idea. We'll try this too," Kamala agreed, nodding her head slowly.

Kamala finally stood up. "Come on, Avi, let's go now. It's getting late."

"Yes, let's go." *(Internal thought: If Mona agrees to this, I'll pluck her chooť's mangoes in this very orchard, in this isolation.)*

We came back to the fields where the other women were working. Then in the evening, I came home with Chacha, my thoughts already planning the next move. 

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## Update 117: Stall Pleasure (Avi and Riya)

The next day, I woke up in the morning and immediately started my exercise routine. I kept reminding myself that I had to fuck Rati's ganď today. Thinking this, I started exercising harder, pouring all my stored sexual energy into the workout. After exercising, I went out for my usual walk in the village. As I was walking around, I ran into Riya.

"Where are you hiding these days, Avi? You're not visible anywhere in the village," Riya asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot lightly.

"How will I be visible? I'm living inside your heart," I replied smoothly, giving her a quick wink.

"Yeah, I know where you really live. Don't flatter me too much," Riya countered, rolling her eyes but smiling wide.

"I'm actually telling you the truth," I insisted, moving closer to her space.

"Leave it. I'm meeting you today, a whole week after that day," Riya said, gesturing to the air between us impatiently.

"I was waiting for the right, safe time and place," I explained, holding her gaze.

"You just keep waiting. It doesn't matter that I'm dying of thirst here," Riya complained, fanning her face with her hand.

"I have a cure for that dying thirst, but I'm not finding a secure place to administer the curing session. By the way, what are you doing out here right now?" I asked, scanning the road quickly.

"I was actually coming to find you," Riya admitted, dropping her voice to a low murmur.

"For what purpose?" I asked, my heart immediately picking up pace, feeling a sudden rush of heat.

"My mother and father have gone to the fields for the day. Today, my mother also went with my father. I'm alone at home with my Dadiji (Grandmother). I thought I'd call you over," Riya said, looking excited.

*(I got happy hearing this. Today's day has brought double the fun! I have Riya now and Rati later!)* "Then let's go to your house quickly, right now," I urged, reaching for her arm.

Riya immediately pulled back, snatching her arm away. "Not in the house," she whispered fiercely, eyes darting everywhere.

"Then where can we go?" I asked, looking frustrated, my shoulders slumping slightly.

"Come to the old stable behind my house after 20 minutes. I'll handle Dadiji and make sure she's settled until then," Riya instructed, her voice quick and firm.

"Let's go then. I'll head over now," I agreed, nodding my head once.

"Okay, I'm going home. You wait for me there until I arrive," Riya said, and she rushed off, pulling her saree tight.

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Riya disappeared toward her house. I walked briskly to the stable behind her house and started waiting for her. *Today's day has brought guaranteed fun. I got Riya and Rati today,* I thought, feeling a powerful rush of anticipation. After a short wait, Riya came hurrying to the stable. She went to a place inside the stable where the hay bales were stacked high. No one could see us from the entrance there.

I immediately started kissing Riya hard. The distance of a week was evident from her desperate kiss; she was starving for me. Along with kissing, I started pressing her breasts over her clothes. Riya had come fully prepared for action. I felt the softness immediately: she wasn't wearing a bra under her kameez. I started pulling off her kameez, but Riya stopped me, grabbing my wrist.

"Don't take off the clothes, Avi! If someone comes, it'll be a serious problem. Do it over the clothes like this," Riya said, her voice tight with panic.

"Okay," I agreed, nodding, realizing her caution was entirely right.

"Do it quickly. Dadiji can call me back anytime," Riya urged, pushing against my chest, desperate for speed.

*(Here we go again. I won't get the ganď today either. It has to be quick.)* I quickly unzipped my pants and lowered them to my ankles. Riya also grabbed her salwar at the waist and lowered it to her knees. She wasn't wearing a panty either. Riya then quickly turned around, turning her face to the side, and bent over, supporting herself on her hands against a low wall.

I reached for her head. "Look at this, Riya," I instructed, gently guiding her face to look down at my erect lunď.

She blinked, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of my hard flesh. "What?" she asked, her voice hushed, pulling back slightly in confusion.

"Kiss it first," I commanded, tapping my lunď gently. "Just kiss it for me, quickly."

Riya hesitated, her face showing a small flicker of distaste. "No, Avi. Please, not with my mouth," she pleaded, trying to twist away.

I held her firm. "Just the head, Riya. Just a small kiss," I insisted, pressing the tip of my lunď against her soft lips.

She winced slightly from the initial, firm contact, but then, with a deep breath, she opened her mouth a fraction and let the tip of my lunď graze her lips. "Like this?" she whispered, looking up at me nervously.

"Now kiss it," I urged, my voice low and demanding.

She bent her head forward and gave the head of my lunď a quick, timid kiss. It was dry and hesitant.

"That's not a kiss, Riya. Kiss it properly," I corrected her. "Like you want it. Take it inside your mouth, slowly."

Her resistance broke as the need for speed and pleasure took over. She nodded once, then opened her mouth wider and put the head of my lunď between her lips. Her tongue shyly explored the tip.

"Deeper, Riya," I coached, my breath catching. "Suck it deep."

She closed her eyes, and slowly, she drew my lunď deeper into her hot, wet mouth. Her lips sealed around the shaft, and she started moving her head back and forth gently, finding a rhythm. The warmth of her mouth instantly felt incredible, a deep, pulling suction. The memory of the time limit vanished completely. I leaned back against the wall and rested my hands on her head. I started guiding her pace, slowing her down, then increasing the depth. I was lost in the sensation of her mouth working on my lunď. She didn't complain again; she just focused on sucking, her cheeks pulling in with effort. I kept her sucking my lunď for ten continuous minutes, letting the desperate hunger build inside me. The saliva she was generating made my lunď thoroughly slippery.

Finally, I pulled my lunď out of her mouth, my groin aching from the long tease. "That's enough, Riya. Now, get ready," I panted, my eyes dark with need.

Riya immediately turned around, turning her face to the side, and bent over, supporting herself on her hands against the low wall. I positioned my now dripping lunď on her chooť. "I'm going to thrust now," I told Riya quietly. She nodded her head in a frantic 'yes.' I gave one hard thrust, and half of the lunď went deep into Riya's chooť.

This time, she made only a sharp, muffled sound of pain into her arm. It was pure luck that Riya's sharp gasp and the loud mooing of a cow happened at the exact same moment, completely drowning out her noise.

I had only fucked Riya once a week ago. Her chooť hadn't had time to get fully wet, even with the oral foreplay, because the internal tissues were still tight. That's why she had cried out. I immediately started moving the half-lunď back and forth, shallow and fast. I kept fucking Riya's chooť with half a lunď for five minutes. After a short while, Riya released a gush of water. After the water came out, her chooť was thoroughly wet and hot.

I gave another thrust and shoved the whole lunď inside. Riya didn't feel much pain this time, now that she was wet. As soon as the lunď went inside, I started thrusting with full power. The loud sound of 'pat-pat' was echoing in the stable. All the cows in the stable were looking at us, their large, calm eyes following our movements. I felt a surge of dominance. *The cows are watching our fucking and imagining me as a bull and Riya as a cow, waiting for their turn to come,* I thought, pushing harder. Riya was now complaining that her back was hurting from staying bent over in that one position.

"My back is hurting!" Riya cried out, shifting her weight slightly and trying to arch her spine.

I quickly laid Riya on her back on the clean hay and grass. Then I started fucking her chooť in the missionary position. Riya was moaning loudly and taking the lunď into her chooť by jumping her ass up to meet my thrusts. The more Riya was jumping and taking the lunď into her chooť in pleasure, the more I was increasing my speed and doubling her pleasure. Riya's chooť was releasing water after water, one climax after another. But my cum wasn't taking the name of coming out yet; I was holding back, giving Riya full, unrestrained pleasure. She was taking a full tour of heaven with her eyes closed. I was also having full fun and was making Riya's chooť a complete, slippery mess.

Now I couldn't stop myself for much longer. I increased my speed one last time, making my thrusts hard and shallow. And I put my cum deep inside Riya's chooť, a hot rush of release. After 30 minutes of hard fuck. I put my hot cum in her chooť, which made her collapse in happy exhaustion. When she looked down at the mess on her salwar, the color of her face instantly changed to alarm.

"What happened, Riya?" I asked, breathing hard, pulling my lunď out.

"Why did you put the water inside again?" Riya asked, her voice high and thin with fear, sitting bolt upright.

"I honestly didn't even realize it in the heat and passion of the moment," I said, trying to calm myself while catching my breath.

"Last time also you put it inside, but I was lucky and safe. But I'm not safe now. What if I get pregnant?" Riya insisted, tears welling up in her eyes, looking truly scared.

"Don't be scared, Riya. Nothing will happen, I promise," I said, sitting up and reaching for her hand.

"What difference does it make to you, Avi? I'm the one who'll be shamed and defamed in the village," Riya cried, pulling her salwar up quickly.

"I'll bring you a pill to stop the pregnancy tomorrow morning, first thing," I said, reaching for my own pants and pulling them up.

"Will taking a pill actually work?" Riya asked, looking at me with desperate hope, her breathing slowing slightly.

"Yes. By taking that pill, you absolutely won't get pregnant," I assured her confidently, zipping my pants.

"Really?" she asked, her breathing almost normal now.

"Yes. Do you think I'll just sit back and let you get defamed because of me?" I said, giving her a firm, reassuring look.

Riya immediately hugged me after hearing my assurance, burying her face in my shoulder. Then she quickly put on the rest of her clothes and rushed out, saying that she would see me tomorrow. I also quickly put on my clothes and came back to my house, planning my trip to the city to get the pill.

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## Update 118: Rati's Torn Ganď (Avi and Rati)

After fucking Riya in the stable, I came straight home. I ate food, went to my room, and fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the morning's intense activity. In the afternoon, Meena Chachi gently woke me up.

"Avi, get up quickly," Meena Chachi urged, shaking my shoulder lightly.

"What happened, Chachi?" I mumbled, still half-asleep, rubbing my eyes.

"Have you forgotten our plan?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice low and knowing.

"What plan?" I asked, sitting up suddenly.

"Rati," Meena Chachi reminded me with a specific look in her eyes.

Hearing Rati's name snapped me awake. "You haven't gone to Bua's house yet?" I asked, scrambling out of bed, feeling the sudden rush of energy.

"I'm just about to go. But tell me one thing, why did you sleep so deeply this afternoon?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that. I fucked Riya in the stable this morning. That's why I passed out so quickly," I confessed, stretching my arms high above my head.

"You're certainly having a lot of fun these days," Meena Chachi observed, shaking her head playfully and smiling.

"It's all thanks to you for removing my guilt," I said, giving her a grateful look.

A voice called from the hall. "Meena, we have to go, don't we? We'll be late for Pooja's house," Suman Chachi called out, her voice loud.

"Yes, Didi, I'm coming right now," Meena Chachi called back, then turned to me. "We're going now. Take care of everything here, especially Rati."

"Okay, Chachi," I confirmed with a smirk, feeling the heat rise in my groin.

Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi left for Bua's house. I quietly closed and bolted the main gate. Rati was making tea for me in the kitchen, completely unaware. I stripped off all my clothes in the room. I went to my bedside drawer and took out a condom, rolling it onto my lunď. Without making any noise, I crept toward Rati. She was busy making tea in the kitchen, her back to the door. She didn't realize that I was standing naked behind her. I moved slowly, right up to her back. And in one sudden, powerful jerk, I pulled down Rati's salwar. Her panty, which was tied to the salwar string, also came off in the same motion. The string of the salwar was knotted tightly, which caused Rati a sharp, surprising pain as the fabric ripped away. The salwar came off, revealing her bare, round ass.

Rati flinched and was flustered by my sudden, aggressive attack. She immediately looked back over her shoulder. Seeing me completely naked and hard, she was shocked for an instant, then she understood exactly what I was going to do. Rati quickly normalized herself and immediately knelt down in the kitchen. She reached for my lunď, took the condom off with a quick pull, and instantly took my lunď into her mouth, starting to suck it aggressively. I got into a full state of *josh* (passion) from Rati's powerful sucking.

Rati was sucking my lunď like a hungry lioness who hadn't eaten in days. She was trying to take the whole lunď in her mouth at once and then sucking the shaft down with rhythmic gulps. Rati would sometimes take the whole lunď in her mouth and sometimes suck intensely on my balls. From her sucking my lunď like this, I was quickly elevated to a passionate state. I gripped Rati's head and started thrusting my lunď into her mouth. I kept fucking Rati's mouth for a good while, letting the friction build. She kept sucking my lunď for two minutes, fully consuming it. Then Rati pulled my lunď out. I had no intention of wasting time sucking on her lips or chooť. My only goal today was to absolutely tear Rati's ganď open.

I scooped up Rati and carried her to my room. As I walked, she threw the condom I had put on the floor away with her foot. I was not going to fuck Rati's ganď without using a condom. I took another condom out of my pocket and quickly rolled it onto my lunď. I positioned the head of my lunď on Rati's chooť hole and, without foreplay, gave one hard jerk, putting it all the way in and starting hard thrusts. My lunď went into Rati's dry chooť, and at once, she let out a loud, painful scream. Even after she screamed, I didn't stop, but I kept thrusting into her chooť until she found a rhythm. After a while, Rati was enjoying the fucking like a seasoned prostitute, her pleasure overcoming her pain. Rati came in five minutes, her hips bucking against mine.

After she climaxed, I took my lunď out. I quickly made Rati position herself on her hands and knees like a mare. She thought that I would fuck her chooť from behind. But she was wrong.

I pressed my lunď on the hole of her ganď and gave a hard, focused hit. Half of the lunď went deep into Rati's ganď. A loud, piercing scream escaped from Rati's mouth. I didn't care about her scream; I simply stopped my movement, leaving the lunď half-inside. Rati quickly controlled herself, biting her lip hard.

*Rati was getting her ganď fucked after almost nine months, so the pain would be intense.*

I put the whole lunď in with the second powerful jerk. She screamed again, this time a raw, guttural sound that tore from her chest. She immediately pulled up her kameez and stuffed the fabric into her mouth to muffle the sound. As soon as she put the kameez in her mouth, I started thrusting with full force instead of stopping.

My heart hammered against my ribs, fueling the brutal effort. The tight grip of her muscles felt like fire on my lunď. I could feel the thin, stretched tissue resisting every inch of my body's weight. My muscles bunched and released with every deep, fast push. The smell of dust and sweat filled the air, mixing with the sharp scent of clean body heat.

I was having the time of my life fucking her ganď. Rati's chooť had become a bit loose from continuous use, but her ganď was still tight and perfect. So I started fucking Rati's ganď with full, unrestrained passion. I started giving hard, fast thrusts. The bed started shaking violently with every thrust, a loud, jarring sound. The sound of the bed shaking and the fucking was echoing loudly in the room. Rati had become my willing whore. I could fuck her whenever I wanted, however I wanted.

As the speed of my thrusts was increasing, Rati was screaming into the cloth and abusing me at the same time, the words muffled but clear in their intent. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me harder, tear my ganď," she yelled into the cloth, her back arching. "You've already made my chooť a mess; now tear my ganď too." Hearing Rati's abuses, I increased my speed further, pushing my hips forward violently. "Aaaahhh, Maa, yes, fuck me like this, you bastard. Is this all the strength you have, you son of a bitch? Fuck me, fuck me harder, tear my ganď completely," she demanded, her voice muffled but pleading for more pain and pleasure.

"Fuck me, you bastard, you were putting so much strength when you were banging me. What happened now? Fuck me, tear my ganď completely. Harder, tear it completely, so it doesn't hurt the next time it takes a lunď," she continued to abuse me, her tone one of desperate craving.

"Aaaahhh, don't stop, just keep thrusting and tearing my ganď. You bastard, if you want to become a successful bastard, first tear my ganď completely!" Hearing Rati's constant demands to tear her ganď, I started thrusting with the intention of tearing it to shreds. Because I had fucked Riya in the morning, I kept fucking Rati's ganď for a longer time, fully emptying myself of desire.

After 30 minutes of brutal fuck, all my energy was gone. I pulled the lunď out of her ganď sharply. I quickly removed the condom and threw it onto the floor. I grabbed my lunď and angled it toward Rati's face. The sheer exhaustion made my cum surge out of me in a thick, pulsating rush. It splattered across her face, neck, and chest, warm and slick. Then I took my lunď and roughly smeared the thick, white cum all over her body, covering her stomach and chest. Rati collapsed in happy exhaustion, her body spent after the brutal fucking.

I came out of the bathroom, put on my clothes that were in the hall, and came back to my room. Rati was still lying naked and exhausted on the bed, her face turned toward the wall, coated in my cum. As soon as I went into the room, someone started knocking loudly on the house gate. The high-pitched voice of the neighboring Kaki was calling out from outside.

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## Update 119: The Smell of Burnt Tea (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I thought maybe the neighboring Kaki had heard Rati's final screams of pleasure and pain when I tore her ganď. I quickly told Rati to stay quiet and hidden in the room, pointing to the bed. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and quickly went to open the gate. The neighboring Kaki was standing in front of the gate, looking impatient, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"I've been calling and knocking for so long. Were you sleeping so soundly?" the Kaki asked, peering past me into the house.

"Yes, I fell into a deep sleep right after lunch," I lied smoothly, forcing a yawn.

"Where is your Chachi (Suman Chachi)? And is anyone else in the house, or are you completely alone?" the Kaki inquired further, her gaze suspicious, trying to see the hall.

"Chachi and Meena Chachi have gone to Bua's house. I'm totally alone in the house right now. Did you need something urgent?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and concerned.

"No. There's a strong smell of something burning coming from your kitchen. I came over just to tell you this," the Kaki said, wrinkling her nose and fanning the air.

"Oh, I'll go see what it is right away," I said, putting a hand to my chest in sudden alarm.

"You go check on it. I'm leaving now," the Kaki said, and she turned and walked away quickly.

I quickly closed the gate and rushed into the kitchen. The powerful, acrid smell of something burning was spread all over the kitchen, thick in the air, stinging my nose. There was a pot of tea still sitting on the gas burner. The tea in the pot had completely boiled down and burned black onto the bottom of the vessel. I immediately turned off the gas with a snap.

I went back to my room, picked up Rati's salwar and panty, and handed them to her. Rati quickly composed herself and put on her clothes, her movements shaky. She walked into the kitchen. When Rati looked at the gas burner and the burnt pot, her face instantly filled with worry, realizing the near disaster. But she composed herself quickly, went near the stove, and started assessing the damage. I didn't wait around. I went back to the room and fell back into a deep, heavy sleep, the adrenaline finally crashing.

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After two hours of unconscious rest, Meena Chachi woke me up, shaking my shoulder firmly.

"Avi, how many times do I have to tell you to use your brain while fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her voice stern and tight.

"What did I do wrong this time, Chachi?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, feeling slow.

"Now you're asking me what you did? You nearly set the house on fire!" Meena Chachi exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"If you don't tell me what happened, how am I supposed to know?" I countered, feeling confused and defensive.

"You were so blind in your passion that you forgot the tea on the stove and would have burned down the whole house today! Rati and you were completely oblivious in your frenzy," Meena Chachi scolded, her voice sharp.

"That happened by mistake, Chachi. It was an accident," I insisted, sinking back onto the pillows slightly.

"How long will you keep making such major mistakes that threaten to expose us all?" Meena Chachi asked, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.

"Just forgive me this one time, Chachi. I promise I won't do it again," I pleaded, giving her my best earnest look, my hands clasped together.

"Okay. I've forgiven the burnt tea mistake, but what about the second mistake you made today?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes narrowing and her expression hardening again.

"Second mistake?" I asked, genuinely racking my brain, my brow furrowed.

"Yes, the second mistake," Meena Chachi confirmed, leaning in closer, her voice dropping.

"I honestly don't remember making a second mistake today, Chachi," I said, completely lost.

"Okay, leave it. You tell me this first: where did you fuck Rati today?" Meena Chachi asked, changing tack abruptly.

"In my room," I replied simply, pointing to the bed.

"Only in the room? Or did you start somewhere else?" Meena Chachi probed, her eyes fixed on me.

"In the kitchen and then finished in the room," I corrected myself quickly, realizing my lie.

"Did you use a condom for the whole session?" Meena Chachi asked, crossing her arms, her posture demanding the truth.

"Yes, of course," I said confidently, trying to look honest.

"Where did you put the condom after fucking?" Meena Chachi demanded, her eyes locked on mine, waiting.

"I threw it out of the window into the back yard," I said, pointing toward the window frame.

"Are you absolutely sure you threw the used condom out of the window?" Meena Chachi insisted, her voice tight.

Meena Chachi slowly held up her hand, her fingers gripping a used, crumpled condom. "Then what is this, Avi?"

My blood ran cold. I immediately started sputtering. "I threw mine away. This is not mine, Chachi!" My denial sounded weak even to my own ears.

"Only you have condoms in this house, Avi. Your Chacha doesn't use condoms. And I found this right there in the kitchen, near the tea mess," Meena Chachi stated flatly, dropping the used condom onto the bedspread.

*She's right. Rati pulled it off when she started sucking.* I put my hand on my head in self-recrimination. "This is mine, Chachi. Rati took it off and threw it on the floor in the kitchen. She wanted to suck my lunď bare, that's why," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper, shame washing over me.

"If Suman Didi had found this used condom on the kitchen floor, do you have any idea what could have happened? The questions, the shame, the punishment?" Meena Chachi lectured, her voice rising in genuine fear and frustration.

"Forgive me, Chachi. It happened by mistake, I swear. It won't happen again. Just forgive me this one time," I begged, leaning forward, grasping her arm.

"I'm telling you one more time to use your brain, Avi. Think clearly. If you keep doing reckless things like this, someone will see you, or find evidence. Then, I won't be able to save you either, and your reputation will be destroyed. While fucking, keep all these things in mind, and *then* fuck," Meena Chachi advised sternly, her grip tightening on my arm.

"Yes, Chachi. It absolutely won't happen again from now on. I will be careful," I promised sincerely, meeting her gaze with all my focus.

"Good. Now go get fresh and put on some clothes. I'll bring you some fresh tea. After drinking tea, go for a walk in the fields and calm your head," Meena Chachi said, finally softening her gaze and exiting the room slowly.

Meena Chachi soon brought me a fresh cup of tea, the aroma a clean contrast to the morning's burnt smell. After drinking it, I left for the fields, the seriousness of my mistakes finally sinking in, my head swirling with the danger I had narrowly avoided.

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## Update 120: An Exchange of Glances (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

I left for the fields, my mind running through the day's events. Fucking Riya in the morning, followed by the intense fuck with Rati—everything felt incredibly good. But Meena Chachi was right. What if Suman Chachi had found that used condom in the kitchen? From now on, I knew I'd have to fuck with everything in mind, planning every detail. I'd have to keep in mind tomorrow morning at the stable that no one sees Riya and me. Every session, no matter how quick, would require sharp awareness. I thought that as long as Meena Chachi was there to watch my back at home, I didn't need to be afraid. But I had to take care of the external fucking myself. Meena Chachi covered the inside, but I had to take care of the outside myself. Now I resolved to do everything only after thinking and understanding the risks clearly.

Thinking like this, I came to the fields and walked over to where Kamala Kaki was working, her saree pulled tight around her waist.

"How are you, Kaki?" I asked, approaching her with a small wave.

"I'm fine, beta. You tell me, what's new and exciting in your life?" Kamala Kaki replied, smiling warmly as she set down a basket.

"Nothing special going on," I said, shrugging my shoulders innocently.

"You've become such a young man, full of energy, and you're still saying you haven't done anything fun," Kamala teased, setting down a basket and wiping sweat from her brow.

"What can I do, Kaki? Whenever I try to do something, everything immediately goes wrong or gets complicated," I said, putting on a worried expression, letting my gaze drift.

"What exactly do you do that everything goes wrong, Avi?" Kamala asked, leaning in, her brow furrowed in genuine curiosity.

"I try to attempt little tasks like that... that one small thing," I said vaguely, letting my eyes drop pointedly to her waist.

"And you can't even manage that one small thing?" Kamala asked, still confused by my words.

"That's exactly what I said, that everything goes wrong when I try," I said, looking defeated, then quickly changing the mood.

Hearing my vague, suggestive talk, Kamala Kaki started laughing heartily, covering her mouth with her saree, her eyes bright. *(My mood was still too preoccupied with Chachi's scolding, otherwise, I would have immediately made a serious move on her.)* "Kaki, the mangoes we picked yesterday were genuinely good," I said, changing the subject back to something safe and exciting.

"I told you yesterday that those mangoes were the best," Kamala confirmed, picking up a rake again.

"Come on, let's go pick mangoes again today," I urged, wanting to get her alone again.

"Why are you telling me to come? I showed you the tree yesterday, so you can go by yourself now," Kamala resisted, pointing toward the path.

"It's just more fun to pick mangoes with someone else for company," I insisted, trying to sound persuasive.

"Go with someone else then," Kamala countered, shaking her head.

"Don't you like my company, Kaki?" I asked, putting on a wounded look, lowering my voice.

"It's not that, beta. I just can't leave my work. Yesterday, my work didn't get done because I left to help you," Kamala explained, looking concerned about her earnings, twisting her fingers nervously.

"Don't worry about that, Kaki. I'll tell Chacha that you were helping me, so it's all okay, right?" I asked, knowing my word was enough to secure her work.

Kamala's face brightened instantly. "Okay, then let's go," she agreed, dropping the rake.

"That's the spirit, Kaki!" I exclaimed, grinning wide.

Just like yesterday, Kamala Kaki was walking in front, taking the path, and I was walking immediately behind her. Today again, we came to the same isolated spot from yesterday. I climbed the tree and immediately started picking mangoes, my eyes scanning the ground for her. After a while, Kamala Kaki suddenly disappeared again from my view below. I quickly came down from the tree, my heart accelerating in sudden anticipation. I started looking for Kamala Kaki. I heard a faint sound from behind a particularly large tree. I cautiously moved to the side of the tree and saw that Kaki was peeing there, squatting low, her skirt pulled up and bunched at her waist. Her face was turned completely the other way.

Taking full advantage of this perfect opportunity, I started gazing intently at Kaki's glorious ganď. My *baburao* (lunď) got hard again instantly after seeing Kaki's firm, exposed ganď. Even after fucking two times today, my *baburao* was saluting Kaki's ganď with rock-hard attention, throbbing heavily. I kept looking at Kaki's ganď for a short, intense while, memorizing the perfect round shape. I didn't have much time; Kaki's peeing could end at any moment. So I quickly retreated to my original spot, adjusting my pants. My lunď was now hard like iron after seeing Kaki's ganď.

I had already had two intense fucking sessions today. If I had played with my lunď and released the cum, it would have taken a lot of time, and by then, Kaki would have returned. She would have found me playing with my lunď in the middle of the field. I didn't want to take any risks today. I didn't have time to play with my lunď. I thought of trying to calm my lunď down by simply peeing. I took my lunď out of my pants and started peeing, aiming at the ground. But because my lunď was hard, I had a difficult time peeing, the pressure intense and slow to release. I finally felt relieved after peeing and closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the release of pressure. After zipping up my pants, I turned around.

Kamala Kaki was standing directly behind me, only a few feet away. Her face had turned bright red, crimson in the heat, and her eyes were darting everywhere but at me. My heart gave a powerful jerk in my chest, and a knot tightened in my gut. I quickly swallowed, feeling the sudden cold sweat on my palms. I just stood still, watching her. As soon as I turned and our eyes met, Kaki immediately started looking here and there, avoiding my gaze completely. *Maybe Kaki saw my lunď when I was peeing, and now she was shy and nervous, avoiding my eyes as soon as she saw me looking at her.*

I didn't pay much attention to the silence. I quickly picked up the mangoes and started walking toward the main area of the fields, needing to get away from the small clearing. Kaki and I were walking silently, the unspoken tension thick between us, like a heavy blanket. I was in front, and Kaki was coming silently behind me, her footsteps fast and deliberate. We quickly came back to the main working area of the fields. Kaki immediately got busy with her work, pulling weeds from the dirt, and I went to Chacha and started talking with him, my mind buzzing with the thrill of our silent, dangerous exchange.

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## Update 121: The Missing Pill and the Mango Plan (Avi and Riya)

After looking at Kamala Kaki's ganď, I started talking with Chacha. Nothing special happened after that. I came home with Chacha in the evening and soon drifted off into my dream world, anticipating the next day.

The next day, I woke up and went directly to Riya's house again. I went straight to the stable behind the house and started waiting for Riya. After a while, Riya came, slipping inside the small enclosure, eyes darting nervously. I quickly looked all around, checking every angle to ensure no one was watching us. As soon as Riya arrived, I pulled her close and started kissing her, hard and fast. While kissing, Riya herself quickly took off her salwar, letting the cloth fall around her ankles. Just like yesterday, she wasn't wearing a panty today either. As soon as her salwar fell, I clung to Riya, my body pressing against hers. By clinging to her, my lunď started knocking desperately on Riya's chooť over my pants. We kept kissing for a while, hungry for contact, and then we stopped, breathing heavily, our mouths sticky.

"Do it quickly, Avi," Riya whispered urgently, looking toward the stable entrance, her eyes wide.

But I was determined to lick Riya's chooť today, needing more than just a quick fuck. I sat down on the hay, pulled her hips forward by the waist, and immediately put my mouth on Riya's chooť. I started sucking and licking her chooť with enthusiasm, my tongue tracing her wet folds. Riya kept saying repeatedly to hurry up, frantically muttering, "Someone might come," her hands gripping my shoulders. I also realized that sucking for too long was not right for the safety of either of us. I stopped sucking her chooť, licking my lips clean. I stood up and started taking off my pants. Riya also quickly turned her ass toward me and bent down, resting her hands on her knees, ready for the action.

*Seeing Riya's exposed ass, the desire to fuck Riya's ganď surged, an intense, almost painful craving. But I knew the time and stable were not the right place for fucking her ganď.* I positioned my lunď on Riya's chooť and thrust it inside in two quick jerks. And I immediately started fucking her chooť.

I genuinely enjoy fucking Riya more than Rati. One, Riya was much younger than Rati, and two, Rati's chooť had become a bit loose from continuous use, which made fucking Riya's tightness much more enjoyable. After fucking Riya hard for 25 minutes, grinding into her with all my strength, I felt my cum approaching rapidly. 

I quickly took my lunď out of her chooť, my body trembling with the effort to stop. My cum had not come out yet; it was just about to burst. I took my lunď out of her chooť and jammed it into Riya's mouth. Riya clearly didn't like sucking on my lunď, trying to pull her head away sharply. But I forcibly held my lunď in her mouth, gripping the back of her head. After thrusting five or six times in her mouth, I released all my cum deep inside Riya's mouth, a thick, hot gush. Riya had no choice but to drink my whole cum. I took the lunď out of her mouth.

Riya spat slightly, her face annoyed, wiping her mouth roughly with the back of her hand. "Why did you do that, Avi?" she asked, glaring at me.

"Why? Didn't you like the taste?" I asked, quickly putting my lunď back into my pants.

"I don't like taking your water into my mouth," Riya said, her voice sharp with anger.

"Yesterday you told me not to put the water inside your chooť because of the risk," I reminded her, zipping up.

"So what? Did I say to put it in my mouth instead?" Riya demanded, fuming, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

"How could I throw away such valuable water onto the hay?" I argued playfully, shrugging my shoulders.

"Was it absolutely necessary to put it in my mouth then?" Riya asked, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"Let it go this time. I won't do this next time, I promise," I conceded with a smile. *(Let me fuck your ganď once at least, then I'll see what I want to do with your mouth.)*

"Okay," Riya conceded with a sigh, dropping her hands.

"By the way, the taste wasn't bad, was it?" I asked, teasing her with a knowing look. And she started laughing suddenly, unable to stay mad, a small giggle escaping her lips.

"Why are you laughing now, Riya?" I asked, smiling myself, surprised by her sudden change in mood.

"Nothing, just like that. It was surprising," Riya said, blushing slightly and avoiding my gaze.

I started finishing putting on my clothes, pulling my shirt down straight.

"You were going to give me the pill today, right?" Riya asked, suddenly remembering and gripping my arm.

"Oh yeah, wait, I'll give it to you now," I said, patting my pocket. But the pill wasn't there. My stomach lurched. Maybe I had put the pill in my other pair of pants at home.

"What happened, Avi?" Riya asked, her face clouding with sudden concern and fear.

"I forgot to bring the pill, Riya," I confessed, shaking my head and feeling a wave of annoyance at myself.

"Forgot? How can you forget... what if I end up being a mother from your carelessness?" Riya said, the panic rising high in her voice, her eyes tearing up.

"Don't worry, I'll go bring it to you right now," I assured her, reaching for her hand and squeezing it.

"Bring it quickly, Avi," Riya pleaded, her voice trembling.

Riya then quickly put on her clothes and rushed home, running out of the stable. I also came out of the stable and walked around the corner toward Riya's house. As I came into view, Riya's mother was also coming from the other side, walking toward her house. I got scared that Riya's mother would ask what I was doing lurking there.

"Avi, listen for a moment," Riya's mother called out to me, stopping on the path.

Composing myself, I walked up to her, forcing a calm smile. "Yes, Kaki?" I asked, trying to look casual.

"Did you come here for some particular work?" she asked, looking at me with curiosity, her eyes scanning my face.

"No, Kaki. I was just walking around the village and happened to come this way," I lied, smiling politely, keeping my hands loose.

Hearing our voices, Riya quickly came out of the house to see what was happening, standing frozen by the door.

"I had some work with you, Avi," Riya's mother said, getting straight to the point, shifting her weight.

"Tell me, Kaki, what work was it? I'll be happy to help," I offered, wanting to wrap up the conversation fast.

"Tomorrow, we are going to my brother's village to visit. So I thought of taking some mangoes for his children as a gift," Riya's mother explained, pointing to her basket.

"That's a very good thought, Kaki," I agreed with a nod.

"Can you give me some mangoes from your fields? I'll make sure to give you the money for them," Riya's mother said, ready to reach into her pocket.

"Forget the money, Kaki. You just send Riya to the fields in the afternoon, and I'll give her the best ones," I said, seizing the perfect opportunity, my heart racing.

"No, I have to take the money in exchange for the mangoes," Riya's mother insisted, upholding village etiquette firmly.

"In exchange for the money, just give me a cup of hot tea next time I pass by," I compromised, giving her an easy choice.

"Okay. I'll send Riya to your fields this afternoon," Riya's mother agreed, finally smiling.

*(Today! Yes! Chacha is going to the city today to sell his latest stock of mangoes. Yes, today will be the perfect, completely safe time for Riya!)* "Okay, Kaki, send her to the fields around 3:00 PM today. I'll pick the mangoes and make sure they are ready for her," I confirmed eagerly, looking directly at Riya.

"Riya, you go to Avi's fields this afternoon. And bring back good, ripe mangoes," Riya's mother instructed her daughter, waving her hand.

Riya nodded in a silent 'yes,' glancing at me with a quick, mischievous look that held deep understanding.

"Okay, Kaki, I'm leaving now. I'll come in the evening for that cup of tea," I said, and hurried off, already planning the afternoon's session in the isolated mango orchard.

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## Update 122: The First Ganď Fuck Under the Mango Grove (Avi and Riya)

After getting home, I quickly put the few things I needed—a strong painkiller and oil—into my bag. I ate my food fast and then hurried over to Pooja Bua's house to play. I made sure to bring my bag. I told Meena Chachi that I would go straight to the fields from Bua's house. "Since Chacha isn't here today, I'll go straight to the fields from Bua's house to look after the mangoes," I said, offering the thin excuse. A wide, knowing smile came onto Meena Chachi's face when she heard this.

"Okay, you can go ahead," Meena Chachi said, waving me off with an understanding glance.

I played with Raj for two hours and then left for the fields. I got there early, with still ten minutes before 3:00 PM. I was sure Riya would come fast. The heat was making me miserable; the air was thick and heavy. I could not even go inside the house, or it would draw too much attention. I was alone in the fields. I put the mangoes that had been picked that morning into a bag. That way, when Riya arrived, she would not have to do any work. I filled the bag with mangoes and put it inside the storage room near the house. The bag I had brought from home, the one with my gear, stayed with me.

A short while later, Riya came, walking fast. She was already drenched in sweat from the walk. I quickly gave her water from the well. After drinking, Riya visibly felt relieved, sighing deeply. Then, I led Riya to the same isolated place in the orchard where I used to go with Kamala Kaki.

"There are ripe mangoes here, Avi," Riya said, looking at the fruit hanging from the tree and talking about the harvest. But I was busy with my own work. I took out a clean bedsheet from my bag and swiftly spread it out on the ground beneath the deep shade of the tree. Riya stopped talking and stared at me, confused.

"Why did you put the bedsheet on the ground?" Riya asked, crossing her arms.

"To fuck," I said bluntly, dropping my shirt on the ground.

"To fuck?" Riya repeated, her voice a mixture of shock and excitement, her eyes wide.

"Yes," I confirmed, unbuckling my belt.

"Then when will we pick the mangoes? Kaki is waiting," Riya asked, her attention split, looking back toward the fields.

"I already picked them and put them away in a bag," I said, grinning at her reaction, watching her confusion.

"You had planned this beforehand, then?" Riya asked, shaking her head slowly, a hint of a smile.

"Yes, of course. I had to fuck your ganď, you see," I admitted, my voice dropping to a low growl.

"What? You're actually going to fuck my ganď now?" Riya asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes, you heard it right. Where will we find a better, more secure place than this to fuck your ganď for the first time?" I asked, looking around the dense grove, knowing we were safe.

"But..." Riya started, her hand going to her throat, nervousness returning.

"Forget the buts and the ifs. We only have two hours before the evening laborers arrive. Hurry up," I commanded, pulling her gently to the bedsheet, urging her to move.

"Okay, okay, but please do it slowly," Riya pleaded, fear still visible in her eyes.

I quickly took out a pill from my bag and gave it to Riya. "Eat this now," I instructed her, holding out the tablet.

"What is this for, Avi?" Riya asked, looking at the small white tablet in her palm.

"For the fucking we did yesterday and this morning. It's important you take it now," I lied, knowing it was the strong painkiller.

Riya ate the pill without hesitation, washing it down with the remaining water. I made her sit down on the sheet, and I pulled her to me, starting to kiss her. I did not want to waste much time kissing today. After today, I might not get another chance to fuck Riya's tight, virgin ganď. And anyway, Riya was leaving for her relative's village tomorrow; I did not know how long she would stay there. While kissing, I quickly started taking off Riya's clothes. Riya refused to take off all her clothes initially, worried about the openness. But she quickly agreed when I insisted, and I stripped her completely. I had confirmed over two days with Kamala Kaki that absolutely no one comes to this side of the orchard. I also took off all my clothes. In less than five minutes, we were both naked on the bedsheet.

I made Riya lie down on her back on the bedsheet.

"Avi, I'm feeling a little strange," Riya said, her voice sounding faraway and light.

"Strange in what way?" I asked, kneeling over her, my hands resting on her thighs.

"I'm feeling a little light in my body, almost relaxed, like after taking a painkiller," Riya murmured, her gaze unfocused, looking up at the leaves.

*(Internal thoughts: The painkiller is working perfectly. My fear of her screaming is going away.)* "You might be feeling like this because of the pregnancy pill starting its work so fast," I suggested, maintaining my lie, running my hand down her stomach.

"Nothing will go wrong after taking the pill, right?" Riya asked, her voice tinged with lingering concern.

"Nothing will happen, I promise. Just let me do my work now," I said, ignoring her concerns and spreading her legs wide.

I spread Riya's legs wide. Her chooť opened up perfectly. Then I bent down and kissed Riya's chooť. After two or three kisses, I started licking her chooť intensely. Riya was not reacting much. The way Riya was moaning and pushing my head onto her chooť while I was sucking her chooť this morning was not happening now; she felt distant.

*I immediately regretted giving Riya the painkiller too early. I only gave Riya the painkiller so she would not feel pain and scream. I was fucking in the fields for the first time, so I was terrified that someone might hear Riya's scream. That's why I gave Riya the painkiller.* Riya was not enjoying the chooť licking, so I stopped. And without any delay, I shoved my lunď straight into Riya's chooť. I put the whole lunď inside in one hard jerk. Riya let out a slight, muffled scream as the whole lunď went inside at once. The lunď went inside easily because I had fucked Riya this morning. I was having fun, but Riya was not feeling much. When I would take the lunď out and put it inside with a hard, snapping thrust, Riya would scream and moan. Only then would I get a little fun, and so would Riya.

While thrusting into her chooť, I took out the small bottle of oil from the bag. I dipped my finger in the oil and put the finger deep into her ganď. As soon as the finger went into her ganď, Riya jumped violently. But the painkiller was showing its powerful effect now, quickly muting the sharp pain. I slowly started moving my finger in her ganď, stretching the opening. I slowly started moving both the lunď and the finger in and out simultaneously. It was difficult to do both things at once, but I had to prepare her ganď. Then I put two fingers into her ganď at once and started giving Riya pleasure, stretching her tight ring. 

Riya's ganď slowly started opening up. After five minutes of this dual action, Riya's chooť released a gush of water. As soon as the water came out, I took my lunď out of her chooť. Riya was panting, even with the painkiller working. I had given her hard thrusts to force her into climax, that's why Riya was taking long, ragged breaths. Then I told Riya that now I was finally going to fuck her ganď.

"It will hurt! What if someone hears me scream, Avi?" Riya said, gripping my arm, her chest heaving. I explained to Riya that she would not feel pain. "I won't let you feel pain, my love," I promised her, running a hand over her cheek. 

Even after my explanation, Riya was still scared. Her fear was not of the pain from fucking her ganď itself. She was scared that someone would hear her screams because of the pain from fucking her ganď. I knew that because of the painkiller, she would not feel much pain. But to completely reassure her, I took out a white cloth from the bag and quickly tied it over Riya's mouth, like a soft gag. Riya's last fear was gone. I made Riya position herself as a mare, her hands and knees sinking slightly into the sheet. I put oil liberally on my lunď and on Riya's ganď to make it slippery. I was angry with myself for giving Riya the painkiller, sacrificing some of my own enjoyment, and I took out that frustration on Riya's ganď.

I positioned the lunď on the hole of her ganď and gave a hard jerk. I gave such a powerful jerk that the whole lunď should have gone into Riya's virgin ganď, but Riya's ganď hole was tiny, which is why only half of the lunď went deep into her ganď. Riya felt pain even after taking the painkiller, but it was very little pain, which is why she let out a slight, suppressed scream. That scream was completely muffled because of the cloth I had put on her mouth.

I did not stop there. I gave a second hard jerk and rammed the whole lunď inside. This time Riya felt a sharp, deeper pain. Her suppressed slight scream came out again, a muffled wail that made my stomach clench. My body went instantly rigid with the sudden, fierce friction. The blood rushed to my head, leaving a dizzying high. I held my breath, listening for any noise outside the silent grove. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. But I was secure on all sides. One, she did not feel much pain because of the painkiller, which is why she did not scream loud, and on the other hand, I had put a cloth on her mouth, which is why whatever scream she let out was completely suppressed. Because of the painkiller, she did not feel much pain *right now*, but I knew that when the effect of the painkiller would end, she would feel such intense, splitting pain that I could only imagine. That's why I decided to stop like this for a while, letting her adjust. For ten minutes, I was just stopped, resting, and pressing Riya's breasts hard.

Then Riya took the cloth off her mouth, breathing deeply, and turned her head back to me. Riya started breathing normally, and I slowly started thrusting. Riya stopped me in the middle again, gripping my hips.

"Avi, I'm feeling very little pain, hardly anything," Riya whispered, looking back at me with surprise. "But I'm getting my ganď fucked for the very first time. My friend says that it hurts so much while getting your ganď fucked."

"If I were to fuck their asses, they wouldn't feel pain either. You're simply lucky that you're getting your ganď fucked by me, the best. I promised you that you wouldn't feel much pain, and look, I kept my promise," I said, pushing into her gently.

"That's true," Riya admitted, her eyes glazing over with pleasure now, the fear fading into trust.

"Less talk and more work," I said, grabbing her hips and increasing the pace.

I started my work again, thrusting and moving within her tight ganď. It was an immense pleasure to fuck Riya's ganď under the open sky, under the deep shade of the trees, listening to the sweet sound of the birds. It would have been more fun if I had not given her the painkiller, but let it go. We cannot change what has happened. *But next time, if I fuck someone else in the fields, I will give them the painkiller *after* the fucking, not before.* I fucked Riya's tight ganď for twenty minutes, enjoying every thrust. After fucking for twenty minutes, I felt the inevitable rush and put my cum deep into Riya's ganď. As soon as the cum came out, I fell exhausted on top of Riya, and Riya fell forward onto the bedsheet. My lungs burned for air; my head swam with the sudden release. My body felt heavy and limp.

After staying like that for a while, catching our breath, I took my lunď out of her ganď. There was blood on my lunď. Riya looked at my red lunď. Her face's color changed, seeing so much blood on my lunď, the reality of what just happened hitting her. I quickly took out a bottle of water from the bag and cleaned my lunď with water, wiping off the evidence. After cleaning my lunď, I started pressing Riya's breasts. Riya was telling me to press them harder, her body still charged. I started pressing them harder. Then I suddenly remembered something and stopped pressing her breasts.

*Because of the painkiller, Riya was asking me to press her breasts harder, oblivious to potential injury. If I pressed her breasts harder now, when the effect of the painkiller would end, how much pain would she feel?* That's why I immediately stopped pressing her breasts. Riya was not tired after the fucking. I could have fucked Riya one more time, but I changed my mind. I looked at the time. It was 4:00 PM. I told Riya to put on her clothes. We both quickly put on our clothes. I put all the things back in the bag, making sure to hide the evidence. I took out a second pill from the bag and gave it to Riya to eat.

"I've already eaten a pill, Avi. Why this one?" Riya asked, looking at the new tablet in her hand.

"The first pill was a strong painkiller to numb the ganď for the fuck. And this one is the actual pill to stop the pregnancy from the last two times," I confessed, my voice casual, watching her face.

"You gave me a painkiller? Wait a minute! That's why I didn't feel much pain! And you fucked my ganď with a trick!" Riya realized, her eyes flashing with a mix of betrayal and shock, her hands flying to her hips.

"Yes, you're absolutely right," I said, not denying the truth, a slight smile on my face.

"But after the painkiller's effect is gone..." Riya began, her voice full of dread, her hands reaching for her aching ganď.

"You'll feel pain, that's it. I'll give you one more pill to eat tonight, another painkiller, so you won't feel pain. And you'll get some rest," I said, trying to reassure her, placing the pill firmly in her palm.

"You're a number one bastard, Avi," Riya said, a mixture of anger and a grudging admiration in her voice, shaking her head.

"Sometimes you have to be a bastard to get what you want," I said, smiling, already successful.

Then we came back to the fields. The evening workers had not arrived at the fields yet. I thought, "Let's drop Riya home first, then I'll come back to the fields to finish my chores." I walked Riya toward her house, carrying the bag of mangoes.

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## Update 123: The Chachi's Knowing Smile and the City Trip (Avi and Meena Chachi)

After dropping Riya home, I accepted a cup of tea. The sweet, milky liquid did little to calm the residual ache in my lunď and the intense exhaustion clinging to my muscles. I then went to the fields once more. I walked around the mango groves for a while, just checking on things. Today, I was surprised to see Mona working alongside Kamala Kaki. A rush of genuine happiness hit me, dissolving some of the fatigue. But I was utterly spent after fucking Riya's ganď today. My body felt like a dead weight. So, I came back home without even attempting to talk to Kamala Kaki or Mona. I was in no rush; I knew I could easily convince Mona to fuck when the time was right.

I reached my house at 7:00 PM. The moment I walked into my room, Meena Chachi followed me in, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"You're coming back after fucking someone," Meena Chachi stated, leaning against the door frame, her expression knowing.

I was completely shocked after hearing Chachi's direct question. My heart gave a hard, sudden kick against my ribs. I felt the blood rush to my face. My mouth went dry instantly. My palms felt cold and damp with sweat. I struggled to breathe normally for a moment.

"How do you know that I'm coming back after fucking?" I managed to ask, my voice a thin croak, barely a whisper.

"This is the first time you've gone to the fields when Chacha isn't here, and you've also taken a bag with you," Meena Chachi explained, her voice low and knowing, pushing off the door. She then lunded her head, smiling. "You took a bedsheet in the bag, didn't you?"

"You even know that I took a bedsheet in the bag?" I asked, my surprise mounting, shaking my head slightly at her cleverness. She truly saw everything.

"After you left, I came to your room to get some fresh clothes and I saw that the bedsheet wasn't on the bed," Meena Chachi said, walking toward me, her eyes locked on mine. "From that, I easily figured out that you took a bedsheet to the fields for fucking."

"You figure out everything," I admitted, shaking my head and smiling reluctantly.

"I have to, Avi. Who else will look out for you?" she countered, reaching out to squeeze my arm lightly. "Leave that now; tell me, are you really coming back after doing a jungle romance with someone?" Meena Chachi asked, her expression softening with maternal curiosity, her voice warm.

I sunk onto the bed and told Meena Chachi everything about Riya, the ganď-fucking, and the painkiller trick.

"It seems like you're exhausted after the fucking," Meena Chachi observed, seeing the fatigue weighing on me, watching me sink onto the mattress.

"Yes," I confirmed with a heavy sigh, nodding slowly.

"You rest now. Let me go wash the bedsheet quickly," Chachi said, picking up the now empty bag from the floor. She gave me one last gentle smile before leaving the room, and I closed my eyes, falling instantly into a deep, hazy dream world.

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Days passed in a comfortable routine. Riya eventually left for her mama's house as planned. I would fuck Rati sometimes in the afternoons, enjoying her eagerness. I continued to talk to Kamala Kaki in the fields, but I could not get a moment alone to talk to Mona. Kamala Kaki was always glued to her side. The month of April also came to an end.

On May 2nd, the results of Raj, Kavita, and Leena were announced. Everyone secured good marks, which brought a festive mood to the household. Neeta Bua's son, Rajesh, was away at a summer camp this time, so he had not come to the village for the holidays.

One day, Kavita, Leena, Komal, Raj, and I were playing at Pooja Bua's house. The conversation drifted to the cousins we had not seen yet.

"Bua, Sweta and Sital Didi haven't arrived from the city yet. Did their exams not end on time?" I asked, skipping the ball and looking over.

Pooja Bua was sitting on the veranda, stitching. "Oh, Sweta's exams are still going on. Sital's exams are finished, but Sital said she would come to the village with Sweta."

"By now, Sweta Didi's exams should definitely have been over," I said, frowning slightly, thinking about the delay.

"The teachers went on strike in her college, that's why the exams were postponed for a week. Today is actually her last paper," Pooja Bua explained, biting a thread and pulling it tight.

"That means Sweta Didi will surely come tomorrow, then," I said excitedly, my spirits lifting.

"Not tomorrow, Avi, she's going to come after three days," Pooja Bua corrected me, shaking her head gently.

"Why not tomorrow? If the exams are over," I asked, tilting my head, confused by the new delay.

"Sweta has some work at college, arranging for her next semester's tuition or something. She'll come after that work is fully done," Pooja Bua replied, putting her needle back into the cloth.

"It'll be so much fun when she comes," I said, already imagining the games and laughter we would share.

Pooja Bua suddenly set down her needlework, looking directly at me with a calculating look. "You do one thing, Avi."

"What is it, Bua?" I asked, walking closer to her, sensing a plan.

"You take Raj and go to Sweta's place in the city tomorrow. They need you. Then, after three days, you come back to the village with Sweta and Sital. And anyway, they'll have a lot of stuff from the hostel and college, so you can help them carry everything back. What do you say?" Pooja Bua asked, her suggestion sounding perfectly logical and helpful, a bright idea.

"I'll ask Chachi and let you know tonight," I replied, considering the sheer freedom the city would offer, feeling a surge of excitement.

"You can also explore the city for three days, Avi. It will be a good break for you," Pooja Bua added, selling the idea perfectly, raising her eyebrows.

"Okay. I'll go with Raj tomorrow morning," I agreed, a thrilling anticipation coiling in my stomach.

Pooja Bua immediately called out to Raj, who was kicking a ball nearby. "Raj, tomorrow you're going to the city with Avi." Raj instantly got happy hearing this, jumping up and down with delight.

That night, I told the family that Pooja Bua was sending me with Raj to bring Sweta back from the city. Suman Chachi got instantly sad hearing the news, her face clouding over.

"You're not going anywhere, Avi," Suman Chachi said firmly, crossing her arms, her jaw tight.

"Why, Didi?" Meena Chachi asked, sensing the disagreement, stepping closer to her sister.

"I'm saying it, and that is enough," Suman Chachi replied, her voice taut with worry, refusing to look at me.

"Oh, come on, Didi. Let him go. Avi will go to the city. He'll meet new people, see the sights, and explore. He'll surely like it," Meena Chachi argued gently, putting a reassuring hand on Suman Chachi's shoulder.

"What if he gets bad habits in the city? What if he likes the city life more than the village? What if he decides to just stay there and never come back?" Suman Chachi whispered, the fear of losing me finally spilling out, her eyes becoming watery.

"Nothing like that will ever happen, Didi. Our Avi will never leave us," Meena Chachi said with fierce loyalty, glancing at me, her voice ringing with certainty.

"Still, I worry," Suman Chachi muttered, looking down at her hands.

"Look, Didi, Avi has been in this village for six years now. He hasn't seen the city yet. What do you want? That Avi stays trapped in the village and just goes to the fields every day of his life?" Meena Chachi challenged, pushing the point, her voice clear and strong.

"I didn't say that!" Suman Chachi exclaimed, stepping back defensively, looking hurt.

"But that's what you're implying, Didi. Let Avi go. It will be a good experience. He'll enjoy it," Meena Chachi insisted, her expression pleading.

Suman Chachi sighed, defeated by her own affection. "Okay. Avi, you can go to the city," she conceded, her voice still holding a trace of sadness, her shoulders slumping a little.

I rushed forward and hugged Suman Chachi tight, feeling her love and worry wrapping around me. Then, I hugged Meena Chachi, feeling her strength and support. Finally, I hugged Seema Chachi, savoring the collective warmth and permission for my first big adventure. The city was waiting.

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## Update 124: The Chachis' Dowry and the City's Temptation (Avi, Suman Chachi, Seema Chachi, and Meena Chachi)

The next morning, the excitement of the city trip thrummed in my veins. I was getting ready, my simple village clothes feeling suddenly inadequate. Meena Chachi was meticulously packing my things, folding my clothes with sharp creases. She was also giving me a stern lecture on how to behave in the big city. After Meena Chachi stepped out, Suman Chachi came into my room. She started talking about the vastness of the city, her worry still palpable. Then, she pulled a bundle of cash from her saree.

"Avi, here's some money," Suman Chachi said, pushing the notes into my hand, her eyes soft with concern. "It will be useful in the city; don't be shy to spend it."

Suman Chachi gave me a whopping 15,000 rupees. I was genuinely shocked seeing such a huge sum of money. My eyes went wide instantly.

"Chachi, what will I do with so much money? I truly don't need this much," I protested, trying to hand it back, shaking my head.

"Keep it, Avi. You're going to such a big city. You'll need money for food and necessities, won't you?" Suman Chachi insisted, closing my fingers around the bundle firmly.

I put the money away carefully. Just then, Seema Chachi came into my room, her movements slow and deliberate. She, too, started giving me advice about the city. Then, she reached into her blouse and produced another large wad of notes. Seema Chachi gave me 20,000 rupees. Again, I refused to take the money, shaking my head and stepping back.

"Chachi, what will I do with this? This is far too much money," I said, my voice rising in surprise and disbelief.

"Keep it. It will be useful to you in the city, for anything you might need. And anyway, this is my money. I saved it over a long time," Seema Chachi said softly, pressing the money into my palm, her hand warm.

"But it's such a massive amount," I murmured, feeling the weight of their generosity, looking down at the notes.

"The city is big, so you'll need more money, won't you? Now, just keep it safely in your bag," Seema Chachi urged, patting my arm gently.

I kept the money. Now I had 35,000 rupees. This was the first time in my life I had ever possessed so much money. I could not understand what I would possibly do with all that cash.

Meena Chachi came back into my room just as I was zipping up the bag. She looked at me with her sharp, knowing eyes. She also gave me some money separately to use in the city.

"Behave well in the city, Avi," Meena Chachi said, giving my shoulder a small pat, her look serious.

"Yes, Chachi," I replied dutifully.

"I know Suman Didi and Seema Didi must have given you money as well," Meena Chachi stated, not as a question, her voice steady.

"How do you know that?" I asked, genuinely baffled by her insight, my brow furrowed.

"I'm your Chachi, Avi. If I can give you money for the trip, then my sisters will also definitely give you money. How much money did they give you in total?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes demanding the truth, leaning in slightly.

"35,000 rupees," I whispered the total, feeling a little ashamed of the amount.

"And how much did I give you just now?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice low.

"25,000," I confessed, looking at the bag.

"What's the grand total you have in that bag right now?" Meena Chachi asked, smiling widely, amused by the situation.

"60,000," I said, a little dizzy from the figure, swallowing hard.

"What in the world will you do with all this money, Avi?" Meena Chachi asked, though she already looked like she had a plan forming in her mind.

"I honestly don't understand what to do with so much money," I admitted, zipping the bag closed and sitting back.

"I'll tell you then. You must buy clothes for yourself with all this money, clothes like the smart boys in the city wear. You won't be able to buy a lot of clothes; things are expensive in the city. Buy as many new shirts and trousers as you can. Also, buy necessary city things," Meena Chachi advised, her face alight with the fantasy of my transformation, her eyes shining.

"Yes, Chachi. I understand," I said, nodding seriously, committing to the mission.

"Forget about buying things; now listen to me carefully," Meena Chachi continued, her tone turning very serious, her fingers poking my chest. "I have only packed clothes for one day for you, *just* today. After reaching the city, you must buy good clothes. When you come back to the village, you should look completely like a city boy. Understand? And if you bring even one rupee back as change, I'll take your news in such a way that you'll remember it forever," she threatened playfully, though her eyes were firm and resolute.

"Yes, Chachi. I'll spend it all as you said," I promised, thrilled by the mission, standing up straight.

"Behave well there. Forget about the fucking business for a few days. And yes, don't let us lose face among Bua's city friends," Meena Chachi warned, pointing a finger at me, her expression stern.

"I won't do anything that causes you any trouble or shame," I vowed, my voice earnest.

"Take good care of yourself and Raj too," Meena Chachi said, her voice softening once more, her expression worried.

"Yes," I confirmed, lifting the heavy bag onto my shoulder.

I took the bag and came out of the room. Chacha was waiting in the main room. He also gave me money for the trip, but only enough for the bus tickets and food. I, Chachi, and Chacha walked to Pooja Bua's house. Raj was already ready, bouncing with excitement. We had to first go to the tahsil (taluka headquarters), which was about 20 km away from the village. Then, from there, we had to catch a main bus and travel for four hours to Sweta Didi's city.

I held Raj's bag, and we both climbed into the local bus. It was 10:00 AM. The village road was rough and pitted. We reached the tahsil in a bumpy thirty minutes. Raj and I got down from the bus. I had been to the tahsil a couple of times before. The connecting bus going to Sweta Didi's city was scheduled for 11:20 AM. We had about an hour to kill. Raj and I sat on a wooden bench at the bus stop.

There was a small bookshop nearby. I thought of buying something to read. I told Raj to watch our bags carefully, and I'd be right back. The bookshop had surprisingly good novels. I bought a serious book: the autobiography of Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, "Wings of Fire." As I was standing at the counter, a man slid up to me and asked in a low voice if I wanted a book with naked pictures. My heart immediately began to pound a quick, uneven rhythm. **A hot knot tightened in my gut. My mind flashed with lust and fear at the same time.** I felt a sudden, sharp spike of excitement in my chest.

"Show me what it's like," I murmured back, intrigued, my throat closing slightly. He quickly showed me two or three small, thin books with blurry pictures inside. I bought one immediately, tucking the small, illicit book under my shirt, against my skin, and quickly returned to Raj. I bought a fun comics book for Raj to keep him occupied. Raj instantly started reading the comics, absorbed in the pictures.

The bus stop was bustling with people, a constant flow of humanity. It seemed like everyone was going to visit their relatives for the summer. I bought some snacks—samosas and cold soda—for Raj and me. After eating the snacks, we started waiting for the bus. Raj was absorbed in the comics, and I started looking intently at the city girls passing by. Most of the girls were walking around wearing skin-tight clothes, clothes that showed every curve. Some were laughing and moving freely, wearing jeans and t-shirts. I started getting intensely excited just seeing them, my blood heating up fast. My lunď got hard, pressing against my simple village trousers. A wave of heat washed over my face. I remembered Meena Chachi's stern words: "Forget about fucking." I controlled myself with a hard swallow, pushing the lust down.

After a while, the large, dusty bus came lumbering onto the platform. Raj and I quickly got on. We managed to get seats right at the back. All the front seats were already reserved. We took two seats; Raj sat by the window, and I sat on the aisle side. The bus quickly filled up, crammed with people. It was full to capacity. The bus left the bus stop precisely on time and started its long, four-hour journey toward the city.

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## Update 125: The Stranger Named Mala and the City's Pull (Avi and Another Mala)

As soon as Raj settled onto the bus seat, he fell fast asleep, his head bumping against the window. I took out the thin book with the naked pictures from under my shirt and slipped it into the novel, opening the pages carefully. The book contained explicit stories of fucking with corresponding pictures. There were stories of brother-sister, mother-son, husband-wife, and even Chachi-Bhatija fucking. I was completely shocked after reading the initial stories, thinking it must all be pure fantasy. But after reading the story of Chachi-Bhatija, a wave of heat washed over me. I instantly remembered my own passionate fucking sessions with Meena Chachi. If my own life mirrored the pages of this forbidden book, then the story of brother-sister fucking could not possibly be a lie. My journey passed this way, reading the story and constantly pausing to ponder whether all this was a complete fabrication or the startling truth. In a little while, I had read the entire small book. I quickly put the book away in my bag. I, too, started drifting off to sleep.

It had only been one hour since I sat down when a man gently shook my shoulder, waking me from my doze. I instantly felt a flicker of annoyance at the interruption.

"Beta, can I please get a little space to sit?" the man asked, rubbing his hands together nervously, his eyes tired.

I looked at the man. His face was etched with exhaustion, and I could tell he needed a seat desperately. Perhaps he had asked everyone and no one had given him a spot. I felt a pang of pity for his situation.

*(Internal thoughts: My instinct was to keep the space, but I thought, "Let it go, I'll help him. Anyway, this space was too big for just Raj and me, and one man can sit comfortably on the edge.")* I shifted my legs closer to the aisle, opening up the window side.

"Uncle, please sit down," I offered, gesturing to the empty space.

The man still stood there, leaning into the aisle.

"Why are you standing? I cleared the space," I asked, confused by his delay.

"I don't need it for myself. I can stand," the man said, looking back down the aisle, his voice strained.

"Then who needs it?" I asked, looking toward the back of the bus.

"My wife," the man simply said, nodding toward the front.

He called his wife forward. His wife came to us, holding a small baby, about one year old, securely on her hip. As soon as his wife arrived, she sank onto the seat I had offered, a huge sigh of relief escaping her lips, her body relaxing instantly. The man gave a nod and went ahead, managing to squeeze into a tiny, precarious space near the driver's gear stick, far from us.

"Thank you so much," the woman said, leaning back tiredly, adjusting the baby. "If you hadn't been here, we would have had to travel for three hours standing."

"No problem at all. You have a very cute son," I said, looking at the sleeping child nestled against her. "What is your son's name?"

"Sameer," the woman replied, adjusting the baby on her lap carefully.

"That's a very cute name," I said, smiling at the baby's peaceful face.

"What's your name, young man?" she asked, leaning toward me with a kind smile.

"Avi," I replied.

"Which city are you headed to?" she continued, relaxing into the seat, looking at the passing landscape.

I told her the name of Sweta Didi's city.

"We also live in the same city. Are you going for a trip?" she asked, her voice friendly.

"Yes. My Didi lives there; we're going to visit her and stay for a few days," I explained.

"Is this little one your brother, then?" she asked, glancing at the deeply sleeping Raj by the window.

"Yes, he is. Oh, I didn't even ask for your name yet," I realized, feeling silly for forgetting.

"My name is Mala," the woman said, smiling easily.

I was instantly shocked to hear her name. *I got lost in my thoughts, the bus's vibration fading into a dull roar. Another Mala? Is the name Mala never going to leave me alone? My initial generosity vanished, and I suddenly felt that I had made a huge mistake by giving her the space to sit. The name I desperately wanted to forget had rushed back, refreshing old, bitter memories. I looked at Mala once, anger flickering in my chest. But seeing her son's innocent, peaceful face, I forced myself to control the reaction. I normalized my breathing. Every Mala is not the same, I told myself sternly. Now her name is Mala, and I hate the name Mala, but what is *her* fault in this? I must forget the past Mala.*

"What happened? Didn't you like my name?" Mala asked, tilting her head, having noticed my momentary silence and strange look.

"No, it's not like that at all," I lied, forcing a smile to hide my thoughts. "It's a very cute name. I just remembered an old friend with the same name, and I lost my thought for a moment."

"Friend or girlfriend?" Mala pressed lightly, a teasing tone in her voice, winking at me.

"Just a friend. And she's not even a friend anymore," I said, dismissing the subject quickly, turning my focus to the window.

We continued talking easily, passing the long journey. It was a good thing that I kept talking to Mala; otherwise, it would have been difficult and boring to travel in the bus alone for so long. Mala started talking to me openly and without reserve very quickly. It did not feel like we had only just met two hours ago. Everything happened just as I had eventually reasoned: there was a world of difference between that village Mala and this bus Mala.

There was still one hour of travel left. Raj would stir occasionally, sit up momentarily, and then fall back asleep. Mala's son was also sleeping soundly now. Mala's husband came back once, briefly looked at his wife and child, gave a quick nod, and then went back to his uncomfortable perch near the front of the bus.

"What do you do, Avi?" Mala asked, leaning back against the rough material of the seat.

"What can I do? I'm just studying in college," I said, shrugging slightly.

We were talking when Mala's son began to whimper and cry softly. He was hungry. Mala did not know what to do; how could she possibly feed her son milk in the cramped, crowded public bus?

"Do one thing," I suggested, thinking quickly, looking around the packed bus. "You come to my seat in the middle, and I'll take your seat in the aisle. You'll have more privacy."

"Yes, that will be much better," Mala agreed immediately, grateful for the privacy, shifting the baby.

We changed our seats. Now Raj was still sleeping by the window, Mala sat in the middle, and I sat at the end of the seat, by the aisle. Mala immediately started feeding her son milk. Mala pulled the edge of her *pallu* over her son's head, creating a small, temporary screen so no one could see her breasts. After the baby finished drinking milk from the first breast, she shifted him and started feeding her son from the other. This time, Mala's son was drinking milk from the breast on Raj's side, which was slightly exposed to me. The *pallu* was only covering the breast on my side. She had not tucked the first breast back inside her blouse yet.

I shifted myself slightly on the seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. By my slight, involuntary movement, my hand brushed gently against Mala's exposed breast. Mala's breasts felt firm and heavy with milk. As soon as my hand touched her breast, a sharp, strange feeling shot through my body. My lunď got hard instantly just from that unexpected, warm contact. **My breath hitched in my throat, a sudden gasp that I quickly muffled. A burning heat started low in my belly and rushed up to my cheeks.** I vividly remembered Meena Chachi's stern instructions: not to even *think* about fucking in the city by mistake. I froze, acting as if absolutely nothing had happened, my muscles rigid. Mala also did not say anything, her focus entirely on her son. Mala's son fell asleep while drinking milk. Mala gently fixed her clothes, tucking the breast back into her blouse.

Our journey ended while we continued to talk easily like this, filling the hours. Sweta Didi's city finally arrived. Raj's sleep was also complete, and he rubbed his eyes, blinking. The bus pulled to a stop at the terminal. Raj and I got down from the bus, retrieving our bags. Mala also got down with her husband and baby. Mala gave a final wave and went on her way with her family, blending into the crowd. Once again, a girl named Mala had entered my life and then quickly left.

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## Update 126: The City Girls and the Forbidden Book (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi)

I hailed an auto-rickshaw. I showed the driver the address written on the slip of paper, and we were off toward Didi's place. Raj and I started looking out the window, mesmerized by the giant, imposing buildings of the city. Signal after signal flashed, and a relentless stream of cars rushed here and there. After about twenty minutes, the auto driver stopped the vehicle in front of a sprawling, walled society. We climbed out. The auto driver took the money and left immediately. I kept a firm grip on the luggage while Raj stood by my side, and I started asking a nearby man for the specific house address. The man pointed down the street. Didi's Bua's house was about ten or twelve houses down.

I took the luggage and started walking toward the address. Every person who walked past us—men and women—stared openly. Our village clothes, simple and coarse, stood out starkly against the city’s smooth, fashionable fabrics. We looked completely different from everyone else, and most people were barely concealing their amusement. We reached the correct house. The house was quite large, sprawling behind a high gate. Raj was standing nervously behind me, gripping my shirt. I knocked hard on the gate—I had not seen the electric doorbell.

After a moment, a girl opened the gate. She looked at me, taking in my appearance, and asked coolly who I wanted to meet. It was my first time here; I did not know anyone but Didi.

Raj quickly darted out from behind me and came forward. "Poonam Didi!" Raj called out, his face lighting up with recognition. The girl's expression instantly changed to a bright smile. She grabbed Raj's hand and pulled him inside. I picked up the luggage and followed her in.

"Sweta, Sital, look who is here!" Poonam Didi shouted toward the house, her voice echoing.

"Why are you shouting like that, Poonam?" Sweta Didi asked sharply from inside, stepping into the hallway.

Sweta Didi and Sital Didi immediately came out of an inner room.

"Raj, is that you? How did you manage to get here...?" Sweta Didi exclaimed, rushing forward and bending down.

Sweta Didi hugged Raj tightly. I knew this was Sweta Didi's father's sister's house—her Jyoti Bua's house. Jyoti Bua, Jyoti Bua's husband, and Jyoti Bua's daughter, Poonam Didi, lived here. Jyoti Bua's son had tragically died due to an illness two years ago. The house was huge, with four bedrooms: two upstairs and two downstairs. Upstairs were Poonam Didi's room and the room Sweta Didi and Sital Didi shared. Downstairs, one room was for Jyoti Bua and her husband, and the other belonged to her late son. That bedroom had been locked since his death.

Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi hugged Raj one by one, peppering him with questions. Hearing the commotion, Jyoti Bua came out of her room. Jyoti Bua also hugged Raj, but she quickly started crying, tears streaming down her face. It was clear she was thinking of her lost son, holding Raj tightly.

I was still standing near the entrance, holding all the luggage. Sital Didi finally looked up and noticed me.

"Hey, Avi, why are you standing there like a guard? Come in and sit down," Sital Didi motioned with her hand, smiling.

"Yes, Didi," I replied, setting down the heavy bags.

"Did only you two travel?" Sital Didi asked, walking closer to me.

"Yes, we both came to take you back with us," I explained, straightening my clothes.

"How was the long journey?" Sital Didi asked, looking sympathetic.

"It was good. Raj was sleeping the whole journey, thankfully," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Avi, how is everyone back in the village?" Sweta Didi asked, her expression earnest, looking past Raj.

"Everyone is well. Everyone misses you two and sends their love," I relayed, passing on the good wishes.

Sital Didi quickly went and brought a tray with water glasses.

"Here, drink some water first," Sital Didi offered, pushing a glass into my hand.

"Hey, I didn't introduce you properly," Sweta Didi said, realizing her lapse, hitting her forehead lightly. "This is Jyoti Bua," she said, gesturing to the tearful woman. I immediately bent down and touched Bua's feet out of respect.

"And this is Poonam Didi; we study in the same college," Sweta Didi explained. (Poonam Didi was in the third year of B.Sc., while Sweta Didi was in the first; Sital Didi's exams were finished). I shook hands with Poonam Didi, nodding politely.

"Bua, this is Avi, my big uncle's son. He passed away six years ago. Avi now lives with my Chote Mama in the village," Sweta Didi explained my complicated history to Bua.

"Now, you must rest, then we'll talk properly. Bua, where will these two stay?" Sweta Didi asked, looking around the downstairs area.

"Poonam will sleep with me tonight," Jyoti Bua said quickly, wiping her eyes. "Raj and Avi will sleep in Poonam's room upstairs. Avi, go rest now, and please take the luggage upstairs to the room." *(Poonam Didi's father had a night duty, so Poonam Didi could sleep in Jyoti Bua's room without any trouble.)*

"Yes, Bua," I said, nodding, picking up the bags again.

Sital Didi showed me the room. She also gave me quick directions on how to use the modern shower in the bathroom—my first time bathing under a shower. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and wash off the road dust. When I came out, I saw Sital Didi sitting in the room, talking to Raj. But as I watched, Sital Didi paused the conversation and started looking through my bag.

I had foolishly kept the book with the fucking stories right on top, and it was now in Sital Didi's hand. As I stood in the doorway, I saw Sweta Didi, Poonam Didi, and Sital Didi all gathered, looking at the book with shock and curiosity. Raj was no longer in the room; Sital Didi must have sent him out to get some privacy.

"Avi, what in the world is this? Have you started reading such books now?" Sweta Didi asked, holding the small booklet up, her expression stern, her eyes narrowed.

I quickly lowered my head, my face burning with humiliation. I had absolutely no answer to Sweta Didi's accusation. **My blood felt cold and hot at the same time. A terrible knot tightened in my chest, making it hard to breathe. The shame was suffocating.**

"What good will lowering your head do now?" Sweta Didi pressed, her voice sharp.

"Didi, that... Didi, please forgive me this one time. This won't happen again," I stammered out, twisting my hands together nervously.

"Why did you even buy such a book, Avi?" Sweta Didi demanded, stepping closer.

"That... a man at the bus stop gave it to me forcibly," I lied, unable to look up, trying to hide my guilt.

"Nobody gives such a book forcibly, Avi. You must have bought it yourself out of curiosity," Sweta Didi countered, her voice laced with skepticism, shaking the book lightly.

"I truly didn't buy it. That man kept telling me to buy it until I took it," I insisted, sticking to the partial truth, pleading with my eyes.

"That means you don't need this book anymore, then. You don't want to read this book, right?" Sweta Didi asked, a strange light entering her eyes, a hint of a smile touching her lips. "Then it's fine. I'll just keep it with me." She flipped through the pages quickly. "By the way, the book is quite good. The stories in the book are very interesting."

I was completely shocked to hear Sweta Didi's casual words. My head shot up instantly, my mouth slightly open in surprise.

"Why are you looking at me like that, with your mouth open?" Sweta Didi asked, a smirk playing on her lips, enjoying my shock.

"Do you really want to read this book, Didi?" I asked, utterly confused by her sudden change in tone.

"Yes. Why? Can't I read it?" Sweta Didi challenged, folding her arms, raising an eyebrow at me. "By the way, one thing has become very clear to us today: you've definitely grown up while we were away."

"That means you're not angry with me for having it?" I asked, my relief warring with my shock, letting out a small breath.

"All this is completely common in the city, Avi. Most people read such books. But you shouldn't have kept such a book in the bag in this open manner," Sweta Didi scolded gently, her voice softer now. "What if Raj had seen it? Or Bua?"

"Let it go, Didi," Sital Didi intervened, waving her hand, trying to calm the situation. "Avi doesn't know much about city life yet, that's why he made a mistake reading such a book openly."

"Sweta, give me the book right now. I want to read it today, then you can read it tomorrow," Poonam Didi said, reaching for the booklet eagerly, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"No way, Didi! We'll read it together right now," Sweta Didi refused, pulling it out of Poonam Didi's reach quickly.

I just stood there, listening to the three of them argue over the book, a secret, relieved smile spreading across my face. The tension had fully left my body.

"Avi, you go rest now. Forget about this book for a while," Sweta Didi finally commanded, tucking the booklet into her own clothes, dismissing me gently.

After my shower and the overwhelming confrontation, I fell onto the bed and immediately fell asleep. It was an enormous relief that Sweta Didi had not yelled or punished me. The city was certainly a different world.

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## Update 127: Golgappe, Insults, and the Plan (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, and Poonam Didi)

My deep, exhausted sleep broke only at 7:00 PM in the evening. I quickly freshened up and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering nervously how I was going to face Sweta Didi. The shame over the pornographic booklet still clung to me. I was still lost in this thought when Sital Didi came into the room.

"Avi, why are you sitting here alone, looking so serious? Come downstairs. Everyone is sitting and talking," Sital Didi urged, leaning against the door frame.

"Didi, that book..." I began, my voice trailing off.

"So you're hiding and not coming downstairs because of the book," Sital Didi finished for me, shaking her head gently, smiling.

"Yes," I admitted, looking at the floor, my cheeks heating up.

"Sweta Didi already said that she doesn't have any problem with the book, Avi. You need to get the thought out of your head that Didi is angry with you. Now come downstairs. And try to come with a little smile, or Didi will really think that you're worried because of the book," Sital Didi advised, winking at me.

"You go ahead. I'll come down in ten minutes," I promised.

Sital Didi went downstairs. After the required ten minutes, I also headed downstairs, feeling much calmer. Downstairs, Sweta Didi, Sital Didi, Poonam Didi, and Raj were sitting and chatting animatedly. Uncle (Jyoti Bua's husband) was getting ready to go out on his night duty.

"Avi, how are you feeling after coming to the city?" Sweta Didi asked, waving me over to the sofa, her voice warm.

"The city is impressive, but I haven't seen it properly yet," I replied, sitting down carefully, trying to look relaxed.

"I'll personally show you the city tomorrow afternoon," Sweta Didi declared, her eyes sparkling, a clear plan in her tone.

"Yes, tomorrow we all will go out for a proper trip," Sital Didi agreed enthusiastically, clapping her hands once.

"I've been wanting to see the city for a long time now," I confessed, leaning forward, feeling excited.

"Before we go for any trip, you must get some decent clothes for yourself," Poonam Didi interjected, looking at my village clothes pointedly, her lips tight. "If you go out wearing those clothes, everyone will laugh at *us*."

"I was also thinking the exact same thing," I said, a wave of embarrassment washing over me as I remembered the stares at the society gate.

"You look rugged and handsome in village clothes, Avi. But I would definitely love to see how you look transformed into a city boy," Sital Didi said, tilting her head, watching me curiously.

"I came from the village thinking that I'll buy good clothes for myself first thing. If you are all with me, it won't be difficult to choose and buy clothes," I said, offering them the role of my personal stylists, eager for their help.

"We also want our cousin brother to look like a hero," Sweta Didi said, smiling warmly, nudging Sital Didi.

"Just make me a simple city boy, that's all I need," I said, laughing slightly, shaking my head.

"You just wait and watch what all we plan to do with you," Sweta Didi teased, her eyes mischievous.

Sital Didi leaned in close to Sweta Didi's ear and whispered, so only they could hear, "Didi, but where will we get so much money to buy him a whole new wardrobe?"

My heart squeezed. I had overheard her. "Didi, I've actually brought money from the village," I quickly said, wanting to relieve their worry, reaching for my bag.

"Oh, Avi, nothing happens with one or two thousand rupees in this city," Poonam Didi dismissed my offer with a wave of her hand, looking unimpressed.

"I have sixty thousand rupees," I stated simply, enjoying the stunned silence that followed, watching their reactions.

"What? Sixty thousand? Where did you get so much money from, Avi?" Sweta Didi gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

"From the village. It's my own money," I affirmed, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

"You didn't steal it, did you?" Poonam Didi asked immediately, her hand flying to her mouth, worry clear in her voice.

"No, I didn't steal anything. This is my savings so far—from the family and the fields," I clarified.

"Sixty thousand rupees? It's not possible to save that much in a village," Sital Didi protested, looking genuinely amazed, shaking her head.

"I'm telling the truth," I insisted, shrugging again.

"Okay. Well, this amount of money will definitely be enough for your makeover," Sweta Didi concluded, a new plan forming in her eyes, already calculating.

"We'll buy some clothes for you all too, and some small gifts for Chachi," I offered, wanting to share my new wealth, feeling generous.

"What? You're going to buy things for us too?" Poonam Didi asked, sounding touched, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Yes. We'll go shopping for clothes tomorrow," I declared firmly, standing up.

"We'll go tomorrow, but first, let's go out right now and eat golgappe," Sital Didi suggested, jumping up, eager for the snack.

"Yes! Raj will also love that," Poonam Didi agreed, nodding enthusiastically.

We all left the society. There was a popular golgappe shop just outside the gate. There were a few other boys and girls hanging around. We walked into the shop, and instantly, everyone stopped what they were doing and started staring at me. Everyone was laughing, trying to stifle the sound behind their hands. The two girls who were sitting right where we planned to sit were laughing the loudest. Both girls looked like twins. They were laughing continuously and openly pointing at me.

"What, Sital? You couldn't find anyone in the city, so you brought a monkey from the village to impress us?" the first girl sneered, her voice carrying across the small shop, full of malice.

"Not from the village, Anu. He must be from the zoo. Such monkeys are only found there," the second girl, her twin, mocked loudly, gesturing dramatically.

"She didn't have any other option besides this village bumpkin. City boys don't go after village girls. They certainly don't make village girls their girlfriends," the first girl continued, tossing her hair, looking down her nose.

"Look at them! One is a village girl, and the other is a village boy, or should I say monkey? What a pair, truly out of this world," the second girl said, covering her mouth to hide a laugh, her eyes sharp.

Everyone in the shop started laughing along with them. I felt a surge of cold, blinding anger. I would not have felt bad if they had said anything only to me, but they had publicly humiliated Sital Didi and Sweta Didi. My fists clenched hard at my sides. I was getting up from my seat, ready to teach those two girls a lesson they would not forget. But Sital Didi quickly reached out, gripped my hand hard, and pulled me back down.

"Let it go, Avi. These two are always like this. Why do you want to spoil your mood and ours by getting involved in a fight with them?" Sital Didi whispered urgently, holding my wrist tight.

"They just openly mocked and humiliated you both. Still, you're stopping me?" I hissed, my jaw tight, my eyes burning with rage.

"We'll end this fight in a different, better way," Sital Didi said, her eyes narrowing with determination, her grip firm. "We'll show them tomorrow that you are much better than any of the boys they know in this city."

"What are you going to do tomorrow, Didi?" I asked, my anger still simmering, looking at her intently.

"That, my dear Avi, you will find out tomorrow. Now, let's just eat the golgappe," Sital Didi said, pushing a plate toward me, forcing me to shift my focus.

I controlled myself with immense effort, taking a deep, ragged breath. Then we all started eating the golgappe. We quickly ate the tangy, crisp balls. I paid the vendor immediately.

"What are you doing, Avi?" Sweta Didi asked, surprised, looking at the money in my hand.

"I'm giving the money for the food," I explained.

"You're a guest here, Avi. You just enjoy your time, eat, and roam around. We will pay for everything," Sweta Didi insisted, trying to take the change.

"Whether you give it or I give it, it's the same thing—we're family," I countered, putting the change back in my pocket.

"Now that you've given it, let it go. But don't do this from tomorrow," Poonam Didi warned, shaking her finger, her expression softening.

"Yes, Poonam Ji," I agreed.

"And stop saying 'Ji' after everything," Poonam Didi said, smiling playfully.

"Okay, Poonam Didi," I corrected myself instantly, nodding.

"You catch on quickly, Avi," Poonam Didi complimented me with a laugh, linking her arm with mine.

Then we came home. After coming home, we ate a late dinner. After eating, Didi, Raj, I, and Jyoti Bua sat together talking. Raj had slept in the bus, and I had slept in the evening, so none of us felt sleepy. Sometimes we talked about the village life, and sometimes Didi told us fascinating stories about the city. We kept talking and sharing until 11:00 PM. Then, finally, we all went to sleep.

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## Update 128: The Terrace Encounter and the City Park (Avi and Sital Didi)

My sleep broke early, at 6:00 AM. I immediately headed to the terrace to get my blood pumping. I had very few casual clothes, so I took off my shirt and started exercising. My body quickly got drenched in sweat from the strenuous workout. There wasn't much space between Jyoti Bua's house and the house next door; both houses' terraces were practically attached. On the adjacent terrace, two girls were doing yoga. I recognized them instantly: they were the same twin girls who had laughed at me at the *golgappe* shop the previous evening. I did not pay much attention to them, focusing on the burn in my muscles.

After exercising for a full hour, I was dripping with sweat and went back to the room to take a bath. By 8:00 AM, everyone was freshened up and sitting down for breakfast. Uncle had also returned from his night shift. After having breakfast, Uncle retired to his room to sleep.

"Avi. Poonam Didi and I are going to college now. We'll be back in the afternoon. Then we'll go for a proper trip," Sweta Didi said, sipping her tea, looking at the clock.

"It's much better to go in the afternoon than in the morning heat. You both go to college. Until then, Raj and I will go out with Sital Didi," I suggested, taking a bite of my food.

"Yes, Didi. I'll show Avi and Raj the large park nearby," Sital Didi volunteered brightly, grabbing her keys.

Sweta Didi leaned forward and whispered something into Sital Didi's ear, her eyes suddenly serious.

"Sital, you know exactly what kind of park that is after the early morning hours," Sweta Didi murmured, glancing at Raj, her voice low.

"Didi, all that *adult* stuff happens in the late evening, not so early in the morning. And we won't go deep into the secluded parts," Sital Didi promised, waving off the concern, rolling her eyes a little.

"Okay, but keep a very sharp eye on Raj so he doesn't accidentally see anything dirty," Sweta Didi cautioned, her brow furrowed.

"I'll handle it, don't worry," Sital Didi reassured her, patting her arm.

Sweta Didi and Poonam Didi soon left for college.

"Let's go, too," Sital Didi said, jumping up and grabbing her purse.

Sital Didi, Raj, and I left for our excursion. We came to a massive, sprawling park. Raj immediately ran off to play on the swings and slides. Sital Didi and I found a quiet bench under a tree and sat down.

"Didi, how did your final papers go?" I asked, making conversation, watching Raj run.

"They were good, thankfully. I think I did well. How were yours?" Sital Didi asked, smoothing her dress, looking over at me.

"Mine were good too. I'm hoping for a decent result," I replied, feeling optimistic.

"And Komal's? She's always studying," Sital Didi inquired about her cousin, leaning back against the bench.

"She'll probably come first in the entire college," I said confidently, smiling.

"What have you thought of doing next year, after the tenth?" Sital Didi asked, looking at me intently, her expression serious.

"I think I'll take Arts since it's easier. Komal will probably take Science," I explained my plan honestly.

"Stay far away from Arts, Avi. You need to take Science like Komal," Sital Didi advised, shaking her head firmly.

"But you have to study much, much more in Science," I pointed out, wrinkling my nose, disliking the idea.

"It doesn't matter. Do this: if you get good marks, take Science. Otherwise, reluctantly take Arts," Sital Didi suggested a compromise, tapping her fingers.

"Yes, that sounds like a good plan. But in our small village, they only teach Arts at the higher level," I reminded her of the difficulty.

"Then you can come to the city and study after the tenth. Komal will also get your company here," Sital Didi said, making it sound appealing, her eyes bright.

"Let's see. By the way, what are *you* going to do now that your exams are over?" I asked, turning the conversation back to her.

"I desperately wanted to become a doctor, but my marks weren't quite high enough for the entrance exams. That's why I'll do a B.Sc. like Didi," Sital Didi confided with a sigh, her voice dropping.

"B.Sc.? Then you'll also get to use Didi's notes and books," I noted, trying to find the upside.

"Leave that boring talk. Tell me, have you made a girlfriend yet, Avi?" Sital Didi asked, nudging my elbow playfully, a mischievous look in her eye.

"Where would all these things happen in the village?" I deflected with a casual laugh, looking away. *(Internal thoughts: It's better that as few people in the family know about Mala as possible.)*

"Looking at you now, with that look of yours, it certainly seems like you have a girlfriend," Sital Didi insisted, crossing her arms, her head tilted.

"Where, Didi? You can ask Komal herself. Besides Komal, no one even talks to me in college," I lied convincingly, shrugging slightly.

"Then you need to start talking to them," Sital Didi countered immediately, her voice firm.

"I can't just do all that initiating," I mumbled, feeling a little shy.

"We'll see about that this afternoon," Sital Didi said, a secret smile playing on her lips, looking forward to the plan.

"What exactly is happening this afternoon?" I asked, confused by her strange excitement.

"If the city girls immediately look at you and check you out after you put on your new city clothes, then I'll understand that you secretly have a girlfriend back home," Sital Didi explained her strange test, her eyes challenging me.

"Nothing like that will happen, Didi. And you don't find out about a boy's love life just by watching girls look at him," I argued, amused, trying to hold back a smile.

"Oh, it will happen like this, trust me. If the city girls start looking at you in new clothes, then even the village girls must be looking at you in your village clothes. You are perfect to be a perfect boyfriend in every way. And I'm sure that today the city girls will practically sigh looking at you. If that happens, Avi, you'll have to promise me you'll make a girlfriend," Sital Didi said, her voice full of confidence, holding out her hand.

"Okay, let's see. It seems to me that *you* must have a boyfriend, Didi," I said, turning the tables on her, a teasing glint in my eye.

"I do not have a boyfriend," Sital Didi said, looking away quickly, crossing her arms tightly.

"That can't possibly be true. A beautiful girl like you?" I challenged, leaning closer to her.

"These city boys first make girls their girlfriends, then they secretly make videos of them fucking and then blackmail them for money. Or, they first love a girl deeply, and after their *work is done*, they immediately betray the girl and abandon them," Sital Didi said, her voice turning hard and resentful, staring straight ahead.

"Not everyone is like that, Didi," I insisted gently, feeling a pang of sympathy.

"It happened to one of my close friends, Avi. Her boyfriend recorded their fucking. And by blackmailing my friend, he completely ruined her life and reputation. The same thing happened with my other friend. Her boyfriend first showered her with love, then had his fun, and as soon as he found another girl, he left my friend like a discarded doll. After this happened with both my friends, I stay far, far away from all this romance and love," Sital Didi concluded, a visible shiver running down her arm.

"Poor boys," I said softly, a mischievous glint in my eye.

"Why 'poor'?" Sital Didi asked, narrowing her eyes, turning back to me.

"If such a beautiful girl like you thinks like this about them, then the poor boys will die of heartbreak," I said, and immediately started running away from the bench, laughing hard.

"Stop right there, Avi! I'll show you now!" Sital Didi shouted, chasing after me, jumping up from the bench.

"Not me! Show your anger to the boys you hate!" I shouted back, running faster.

Sital Didi quickly caught me by the arm, her chest heaving from the sprint.

"Now what were you saying about my beauty? Tell me again," Sital Didi demanded, holding me tight, trying to look angry.

"I was just joking, Didi. You're the one who is too fast to believe me," I said, still grinning, catching my breath.

"You've started joking too much since you came to the city. But thank you for the compliment, Avi. It was sweet," Sital Didi admitted, her anger dissolving into a happy smile, letting go of my arm.

Then we walked around in the park for a while. Raj kept playing happily on the slides. Sital Didi and I kept walking and went deeper into the park, the trees becoming denser. No one came to this isolated side of the park. We were walking while talking when we suddenly saw a pair of naked feet sticking out from behind a large, thick tree trunk. Then we heard soft, rhythmic moaning sounds coming from behind the tree. *How can they possibly be doing such things so early in the morning, out in a public park?* Sital Didi froze, staring transfixed at the tree, her eyes wide.

I quickly broke the tension. I bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it hard into the bushes nearby, making a loud rustling sound. Hearing the sharp noise of the stone hitting the leaves, Sital Didi snapped back to reality, her eyes wide and startled. We quickly turned and walked back toward Raj. Didi was not making any eye contact with me, her face flushed crimson, her breathing shallow.

I broke the silence. "Didi, let's go eat ice cream," I suggested, needing a quick escape from the park. Raj instantly jumped up and down, cheering at the name of ice cream. Sital Didi, relieved by the change in topic, agreed: "Let's go. We get ice cream nearby."

We came to a bustling ice cream shop. We sat down at a small table. We ordered our ice creams. A boy and a girl were sitting at the table next to us, openly kissing, their faces pressed tightly together. Raj's back was turned to them, and he was busy attacking his ice cream. Sital Didi and I could not help but look at the public display. Sital Didi's face had turned dark red again, and she was shifting uncomfortably. I felt it was better to leave this place immediately. I could not watch this display of affection and intimacy in front of Didi. We quickly finished our ice creams and rushed back home.

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