Baba’s Blessing: Unable to get pregnant, couple goes to baba (Video+)

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Scene 1: The Empty Cradle Pain
Riya (the protagonist) sits in her huge Punjabi kothi. Her voluptuous body is ignored by her quiet, busy husband, Rohan. She looks at the medical reports, IVF failed again. Her big breasts ache with unfulfilled motherhood. She is very dukhi (sad) and super horny. Rohan feels helpless.

Scene 2: The Family Pressure
A loud family dinner. Aunties and uncles subtly taunt Riya about not giving an heir. Riya’s mother-in-law, a traditional woman, suggests a last hope: "Go to the famous Baba Ji in the hills. He gives blessings." Rohan agrees; he is ready for anything.

Scene 3: The Long Drive to the Ashram
Rohan and Riya drive to the remote ashram. Riya is nervous but excited. She wears a simple suit. Rohan tells her: "Just do what Baba says. This is our only chance." He holds her hand—the only physical touch she's had in weeks.

Scene 4: Meeting the Powerful Baba
They wait for hours. Finally, they enter Baba Ji's room. He is a muscular man with bright eyes and a strong presence. He looks at Riya's body intensely and smiles. Riya feels a shiver, he is very strong.

Scene 5: The Promise and the Condition [Video ]
Baba hears their story. He says: "Your body is fertile, beti. The city doctors do not know the real jugaad. I will give the blessing, but you must stay one week, alone with me, for shakti rituals." Rohan agrees immediately.

Scene 6: Rohan’s Acceptance
Rohan takes Riya aside. "You are my everything. If this makes you pregnant, I am happy. I will stay in the nearby dharamshala for one week. Don't worry about me. Sab theek hai (Everything is fine)." He leaves her with Baba.

Scene 7: The Private Room [Video ]
Baba takes Riya to a simple but private room, with a thick mattress on the floor. He tells her: "From tonight, the ritual begins. You must be completely open to receiving shakti." Riya’s heart beats very fast; she is ready.

Scene 8: First Night: The Inspection [Video ]
Baba tells Riya to change into a thin robe. He gently examines her voluptuous body, especially her big, soft breasts, saying he is "checking the flow of prana." Riya feels highly garam (hot) and excited under his touch.

Scene 9: The First Blessing [Video ]
Baba sits Riya close. He starts the "blessing." It is raw, intense, and deeply satisfying. Riya, super horny and unfulfilled for so long, embraces the powerful act completely. It is not like her husband, this is pure, dominant mardana (manly) energy.

Scene 10: Morning After & The Prasad [10 to 10.6 - Video ]
Riya wakes up sore but incredibly happy. Baba smiles. He gives her a special prasad (offering) to eat. He reminds her: "Every day, multiple times, we must do this ritual for one week. Your body needs to hold the blessing."

Scene 11: Rohan’s Visit
Rohan comes to the ashram gate to drop off some clothes. He speaks to Riya briefly. She looks glowing and satisfied. Rohan sees her happiness and feels relief, believing the shakti is already working. He tells her to be brave.

Scene 12: The Midday Ritual
The second day. Baba takes her aggressively, without ceremony, in the middle of the day. Riya's inner, primal lust, which was suppressed for so long, comes out fully. She enjoys the demanding nature of the baba's power.

Scene 13: The Strength of the Baba
Riya observes Baba's physical strength and endurance. She realizes his body is different from her soft, city-dwelling husband. She is mesmerized by the feeling of being completely overpowered and fully taken.

Scene 14: The Quiet Evening Talk
In a moment of rest, Riya opens up to Baba, not about sex, but about her deep pain of childlessness and feeling like a failure as an Indian wife. Baba is unexpectedly kind, making her feel emotionally safe before the next ritual begins.

Scene 15: The Third Day: Multiple Blessings
Today is the most intense. Baba insists on back-to-back shakti rituals, saying the window for conception is now. Riya's body is pushed to its limit, but her hunger is finally being quenched entirely. She feels the beej (seed) settling.

Scene 16: The Sacred Spot
The ritual moves to a special, sacred area within the room, surrounded by candles and incense. This framing makes the act feel even more important and holy, reinforcing the idea of a miracle. Riya prays even as she gives in to the passion.

Scene 17: The Final Night
The last night. The passion is intense but also tinged with sadness. Riya knows this extreme, satisfying freedom is ending. Baba gives her one last, unforgettable "blessing," promising her: "The miracle is done. You will give birth to a beautiful child."

Scene 18: The Farewell
The next morning, Riya puts her simple suit back on. She thanks Baba profusely. He gives her a final taveez (amulet) and strict instructions for the next month. She looks at her reflection—she is transformed, glowing.

Scene 19: The Return Home
Rohan comes to pick her up. He is relieved and excited to see her happy face and the glow on her skin. He asks: "Is it done? Will we have a bachcha (child)?" Riya smiles mysteriously: "Baba has given his full blessing. Just wait."

Scene 20: The News and the Future
Two months later. Riya takes a home pregnancy test. It is positive. She cries tears of pure joy. She tells Rohan the news. Rohan is ecstatic, thanking Baba Ji's shakti and Riya's sacrifice. Riya holds her big breasts, now ready to feed a child, knowing the secret that created the life within her.

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Scene 1

Riya sat on the sofa in her huge Punjabi house, looking down, not moving at all.

Rohan, her husband, was busy on his phone, not looking at her.

She held the medical papers in her hand. Oh, those medical papers, full of big, confusing words. But one word was very clear: failed. The IVF had not worked again.

Riya with her big breasts, symbols of motherhood she couldn't achieve such a basic thing, she felt sad.

An ache, deep inside, with the pain of a baby that wouldn't come. God, it hurt like a needle forever stuck inside.

A tear, then another, rolled down her cheek. She was so, so sad. Like a broken toy, now lying in the corner. And with the sadness, a thought stirred within her. A raw, burning need. 

Rohan looked up, finally. He saw her tears, her slumped shoulders. A helpless look crossed his face. Like a lost puppy, with no idea what to do. He wanted to help, but he just didn't know how.

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Scene 2

Riya slowly put the papers down. Rohan was still staring at her, looking miserable.

Riya: "Stop looking like a dog, Rohan. It is what it is." She tried to sound tough, but her voice cracked.

Rohan: "I'm sorry, Riya. I just... I don't know what to do."
A loud, booming sound, somebody yelled DINNER, pulled them out of the sad moment: it was dinner time.

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They went downstairs for the big family dinner. The table was full of loud aunties and smiling uncles.
It felt less like a dinner and more like a court.

Everyone was talking, laughing, and eating but their eyes were always on Riya.

Aunty (loudly, but acting sweet): "Oh, Riya, you look a little weak today. You need to eat lots of desi ghee. You need to be strong for... for what is coming." She gave a pointed look at Riya's empty hands.

Uncle (chuckling): "Yes, yes! Rohan needs a strong junior to run this business! Don't worry, put some effort in!"
The whole table laughed, a cruel, sharp sound.

Riya felt her cheeks burn.

Her mother-in-law, Biji, a very traditional woman, cleared her throat. Everyone immediately went silent.

Biji (voice heavy with concern): "Enough! Riya, put your phone down. This modern doctor drama is not helping. We need some divine help, some blessing, not this doctor."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping.

Biji: "There is a very famous Baba Ji in the hills. He is very powerful. My cousin's son... well, he had the same problem. Baba Ji gave a sacred thread, and boom! Twin boys!"
Biji looked hopeful, with lot of faith. "We will go there. It is our only hope now."

Rohan, who had been quietly eating his food, looked up. He was tired of the silence, the judging, and the medical reports. He was ready to try anything. He just wanted his wife happy and the family quiet.

Rohan: "Okay, Biji. We will go. Riya, start packing for the hills. We are going to see Baba Ji."

Riya felt a swirl of relief and disgust. Relief that something was finally moving, and disgust that it had come to this, a desperate trip to a fake holy man. But looking at Rohan’s serious face, she simply nodded.

Riya: "Alright, Rohan. We'll go."

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Scene 3

The next morning, Riya was dressed in a simple cotton suit.
No loud colours, no heavy jewellery.
She looked like a sad, plain girl going to seek something supernatural.

Rohan came down, looking tired but determined.

Rohan: "Ready, Riya? It’s a long drive to the hills."

Riya: "Ready as I'll ever be, Rohan. Let's go get this blessing bullshit over with."

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The Mercedes slowly left the city roads and hit the dusty, bumpy tracks leading into the mountains.

The journey was long and quiet. The car was taking them away from doctors and reports, towards faith and maybe, just maybe, a miracle.

Riya looked out the window. She felt a knot of nervousness tightening her stomach, but a spark of excitement flickered in her heart. What if Biji was right? What if this crazy Baba could actually do something?

Rohan kept his eyes fixed on the road, his face set like stone. After an hour, he finally spoke, his voice low.

Rohan: "Listen, Riya. I know this sounds mad. But we've tried everything. Just... just do what Baba Ji says, okay? Don't argue. Don't think too much."

He quickly reached over and took her hand. His palm was rough and warm.
It was the first proper touch she had felt from him in weeks. A small, electric jolt ran up Riya’s arm.

Rohan: "This is... this is our last chance, Riya. For us. For everything."
Riya squeezed his hand back. She didn't feel the desire now, only a deep sense of connection, of shared desperation. They were in this shit together.

Riya: "I know, Rohan. I'll be good. I'll do whatever it takes."

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Scene 4

The car finally stopped. They had reached the foot of a small hill.

In the distance, Riya could see the simple buildings of the ashram.
It looked peaceful, but also looked a bit old.

Rohan: "Come on, Riya. We will walk from here."

They walked up a winding path. There were many other people, all waiting patiently. Some looked worried, some looked hopeful. 

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They waited for what felt like forever. Hours turned into more hours.
Riya’s legs ached and her hope began to tremble.

Finally, after the sun had started to dip low in the sky, a young follower came.

Follower: “Namaste. You are the couple from Delhi, Rohan and Riya? yes? Baba Ji asked for you.”
Rohan straightened, surprised.

Rohan: “Yes… we are. I’m Rohan, and this is my wife, Riya. How did he—”

The follower interrupted gently, lowering his gaze with a faint smile.

Follower: “Baba Ji knows. Please, follow me.”

Riya looked at Rohan, a flicker of unease passing between them.
How could Baba Ji know they had arrived, let alone who they were?

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The path curved upwards through the ashram grounds. The mountains around them seemed to breathe vast, silent and ancient.

The ashram itself was large and simple — old walls, wooden beams darkened with age, and faint chants echoing from somewhere beyond. Monkeys watched lazily from the trees. 

The follower spoke again, softly:

Follower: “Baba Ji rarely sees people after sunset. You must be carrying a heavy prayer.”
Riya said nothing. Her fingers tightened around the end of her dupatta.
They stopped outside a small doorway carved into the hill’s rock face. The follower turned to them.

Follower: “Please remove your shoes. And before you enter, leave your fear outside too.”
Rohan tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He reached for Riya’s hand, squeezed it, a silent message: Stay calm. Speak respectfully. Let me talk.

The follower pushed open the wooden door.

Inside, the air was perfumed with sandalwood and something sweet, almost intoxicating.

The only light came from a brass lamp flickering near the center of the room.

And there he was. Baba Ji.

He sat on a plain woven mat, his back straight. He wasn’t the frail old man Riya had imagined. He was broad shouldered, strong, his plain saffron robe loosely dbangd over his chest, revealing a body that seemed carved more by discipline than time.

His hair was long and tied in a knot at the top of his head, his beard thick and dark.
When he lifted his gaze toward them, the air itself seemed to grow still.

But it was his eyes that truly caught Riya. They were bright, piercing, and seemed to see right through her. Like a tiger looking at its prey, but with a strange, knowing kindness.

Baba Ji (voice deep and calm): "Welcome, my children. I have been expecting you."
He looked at Rohan first, a quick, assessing glance. Then, his eyes moved to Riya. He looked at her intensely, slowly taking in her face, her shoulders, her full breasts, her whole body. His gaze felt like a warm hand, tracing her curves, not rude, but deeply aware.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

Baba Ji: "So, the mother with the empty cradle has come to me."
Riya felt a strange shiver run down her spine. It wasn't just fear, or nervousness. It was something else, something she hadn't felt in a very long time. A jolt of raw, unfamiliar attraction. He was not just powerful in spirit; he was powerful in body too. Very strong.

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Scene 5

Baba Ji kept his strong, intense gaze on Riya. Rohan shifted nervously on the mat, clearing his throat.

Rohan: "Baba Ji. We have tried everything. The reports, the injections... failed every time. We need your help. Biji sent us." He spoke quickly, his voice full of pleading.

Baba Ji slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving Riya's face.

Baba Ji: "Yes. I know your story, Rohan. I see the sadness in your wife."
He looked directly at Riya. His voice was deep and heavy, then slowly reached out with a powerful hand.

Baba Ji: "First, let me read the river of life in your wrist, beti (daughter)."

He gently took Riya's wrist. His strong thumb rested lightly on her pulse point. That simple, quiet touch sent a rush right through her veins, a crazy, intense rush she hadn't felt in all the years with Rohan.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, looking only at Rohan.

Baba Ji: "The air of doubt needs to leave this room. Rohan, my son, go wait outside for one minute."

Rohan stood up immediately, without a single question. Good boy, always following orders. He quickly left the room.

Baba Ji turned all his attention to Riya. His voice dropped, becoming soft, deep, and full of charm.

Baba Ji: "Riya... you have the body of a goddess. Full of creation. You are meant to bring life into this world. To feel that joy, that power. The city stress, that is the dirt blocking your great river. We must clean it. I need to check the source of your shakti (inner power), deep inside, to find the blockage."

Riya's breath hitched. She was confused, scared, and yet, a big, reckless part of her felt like this was what she wanted, what she needed. Her body was still humming from his previous touch.

She nodded slowly. What the hell, what else was there to lose?


Riya: "Should I remove my clothes, Baba Ji?"

Baba Ji nodded slightly, his eyes holding hers.

Riya hesitated for a second, then quickly pulled down the string of her salwar and let it drop to her ankles. She stood in her simple top and underwear. She was about to remove her panties when Baba Ji raised a hand.

Baba Ji: "No, no. This is enough for now. Come closer to me."

Riya moved forward, kneeling before him. Baba Ji reached out and gently moved her underwear aside, touching her vagina. His fingers, strong, pressed softly, checking her veins, her warmth. Riya gasped, an involuntary sound. She was completely wet inside, her body betraying her shyness.

Baba Ji smiled at her, a look of profound satisfaction. Riya quickly looked the other way, her cheeks burning with shame and excitement. He moved his fingers just slightly inside, feeling her heat, pushing the edge. Riya's expression changed, her eyes widening as a rush of forbidden pleasure flooded her body. She felt herself giving way, sinking into the feeling.

Baba Ji pulled his hand back, cleaned it and dry.

Baba Ji: "See, beti? You are a full of life. Fertile. But there is a blockage, a fear, a coldness in your heart that must be burned away."

Riya (voice shaky): "I feel it, Baba Ji. I am.... am getting so much positivity from you. The... the touch you brought. I don't know what it is."

Baba Ji: "It is your true power waking up. Now, call Rohan."

Riya quickly pulled up her salwar and took a deep, shaky breath, the feeling of his touch still vibrating in her core.

Riya: "Rohan, come back in now."

Rohan rushed back in, his face full of hope and fear.
Rohan was all ears now.


Baba Ji: "Your body is not the problem, beti (daughter). The doctors in the city, they only see machines and chemicals. They do not know the real jugaad (hack/solution). Your spirit is ready, but your shakti (inner power) is weak. The stress has blocked the flow."

He paused, letting the words sink in. He made the fancy IVF doctors sound like idiots.

Baba Ji: "I will give you the blessing. I will remove the blockages. But it is not a quick fix. You need a powerful ritual, done under the stars."

Rohan leaned forward, his eyes wide with desperate hope.

Rohan: "Anything, Baba Ji! What do we need to do? Tell us!"
Baba Ji's smile widened slightly, and his eyes glittered. He looked straight at Rohan.

Baba Ji: "You must return to the city. Your work is there. But Riya... she must stay here for one full week."
Riya felt a sudden rush of cold air down her spine. Alone? With this powerful man? She looked at Rohan, her eyes wide with shock and a strange kind of fear mixed with a thrill.

Baba Ji: "She must stay alone with me, here on the hill. For seven days of shakti rituals. No phone. No city air. Just pure mind, pure body. Only then will the seed be strong enough to take root."

Rohan didn't even hesitate. The pressure from his mother, the shame of the failed reports, the sheer exhaustion, it all overwhelmed any doubt. He saw a solution, not a problem.

Rohan: "Done, Baba Ji! Riya will stay. I trust you completely. One week. Thank you! Thank you!"
He looked at Riya, his face full of relief and excitement.

Rohan: "Did you hear that, Riya? One week! This is it! You will stay and follow his instructions exactly!"

Riya didn't say anything. Her body was still vibrating, one simple touch opened her gates, she was getting wet and wet every second. She just stared at Baba Ji, who was now looking at her with an expression that was both spiritual and intensely male. She forgot about her city life. She was mesmerised and intrigued by this Holy man. She would gladly drink the water from his feet. The deal was sealed. Her fate was decided.

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Scene 6

Rohan was relieved.

Rohan: "Come on, Riya. Let's get your bag from the car quickly. Baba Ji, thank you so much! I will leave for the city tonight itself."

Baba Ji: Yes, your wife will be well looked after.

Riya, still feeling the intense, warm flood in her body from Baba Ji’s touch, struggled to stand, legs were shaking but she managed to stand up. She was terrified yet strangely excited by what was about to happen.

Both Rohan and Riya touched Baba Ji's feet, Riya shocked but Rohan pulled her outside the small room, near an old tree.

Rohan: "Riya, This is our ticket. We can have a family now."

He grabbed her shoulders, his grip tight and serious.

Rohan: "You are my everything, Riya. All this money, this big house, it means nothing without a child. If this one week, these rituals, if this makes you pregnant... I am happy. I am ready to do anything."

He let go of her shoulders and took her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. It was the most honest he had been in months.

Rohan: "I will not go back to the city. I will stay in a dharamshala (guesthouse) nearby for the whole week. I will be here, just down the hill. Don't worry about me. Everything is fine. You just focus on the Baba's instructions. Okay? This is for our future."

He gave her a quick, awkward kiss on the forehead. A kiss of duty, not passion.

Rohan: "I love you. I will come back. Be strong."

He turned and walked away towards the car. He didn't look back. He was putting his faith, and his wife, entirely in the hands of the powerful Baba.

Riya stood alone, clutching her small bag. Her husband, her only link to the familiar world, was gone. She felt a wave of loneliness wash over her, immediately followed by the thrilling, electric memory of Baba Ji’s strong fingers inside her. Fear and a forbidden excitement together.

She turned back towards the room where the Baba waited.

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Scene 7

Riya stood before the closed door of the room where Baba Ji waited.

Her small bag, containing a few changes of clothes. She felt alone.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Baba Ji was standing looking at a small, flickering oil lamp.

Baba Ji: "You have done well, Riya. Your husband has great faith."
He smiled, a gentle, welcoming smile that calmed the beating of her heart.
The earlier intensity was gone, replaced by a quiet, deep power.

Riya: "Thank you, Baba Ji."

Baba Ji: "Come, I will show you your room."
He led her out a back door into a small courtyard.
The sun had set now, and the stars were beginning to show in the deep black sky.
He opened a door to a simple hut.

The room inside was small and had almost nothing. 
Just a few woven mats and, in the center, a thick mattress spread on the clean, packed-earth floor.
No pillow, just a folded sheet.

Baba Ji: "This is where you will stay for your tapasya (penance). No one will disturb you here. No one will see you."
He walked over to the mattress, running his hand over the rough cotton sheet.

Baba Ji: "From tonight, Riya, the ritual begins. This is not about sleeping. This is about being ready."
He turned, his bright eyes locking onto hers.

Baba Ji: "To receive the great shakti (power) of creation, you must be completely open. You must empty your mind of the city noise, and you must open your body to receiving the energy. No doubt. No fear. You must be completely open."

Riya felt a sudden, huge rush of adrenaline. Her heart started beating very fast in her chest. Boom-boom, boom-boom. The memory of his touch in the earlier room flashed through her mind. She understood exactly what he was saying. This was not going to be like praying.

Baba Ji felt the tension in her body. He slowly lifted both hands and placed them gently, firmly, over her full breasts to calm her racing heart. His touch was perfect not too high, not too low, but a complete contact over her big breasts.

Riya gasped, a small, choked sound. The electric jolt was back, but stronger this time. Her knees felt weak, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt an overwhelming mix of shock, shame, and a deep, powerful relief that someone was finally touching her with such intent.

Her nipples hardened instantly beneath the fabric of her suit.
Baba Ji saw how Riya felt and, with a slow, deliberate motion, he gently massaged the breast under his right hand.

Baba Ji: "You have a lot of maternal energy, my dear. Too much pressure. For now, rest. Sleep well. We will meet again when the moon is high."

He removed his hands, leaving Riya’s chest feeling strangely cold and intensified. He walked out of the room, pulling the door closed.

Riya took a shuddering breath. She looked at the thick mattress. Her isolation had begun.

Riya: "I am ready, Baba Ji. I am completely ready for you to take me."

She was talking to herself.

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Scene 8

Riya stood in the small, dark hut, alone, her heart beating a little faster than usual from Baba Ji's touch.
Her nipples were hard, and her body was humming with awakened desire.

The simple mattress looked both inviting and terrifying.

She slowly took off her simple suit and changed into a thin, plain robe she had packed.
Definitely not a "shakti ritual" uniform.

A soft sound at the door. Baba Ji entered the room. He was wearing only a simple loincloth, his powerful, muscular body clearly visible in the dim light.

Baba Ji: "You are ready, beti?"
Riya, her throat too dry to speak, simply nodded. She was feeling shy.

Baba Ji: "Do not be shy, beti. This body is a gift from God. The sun does not hide its light. Turn around."

Riya, her cheeks burning, turned slowly. She quickly dbangd the thin plain robe around her. Her voluptuous figure was clearly visible. She felt exposed, but also strangely powerful.

Baba Ji: "Good. Now, the first step of the ritual: checking the flow of prana (life energy)."
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. He gently lifted her chin.

Baba Ji: "Where the energy is strong, the flow is open. Where it is weak, we fix it."
His hands, warm and strong, went to her shoulders, running down her arms. Then, his eyes fixed on her big, soft
breasts. He placed his palms flat over them, exactly where he had touched her before. He didn't rush. He simply held them, his thumbs lightly circling the nipples.

Baba Ji: "Ah, here the maternal energy is blocked by worry."
Riya's whole body went garam (hot). A deep moan, soft and involuntary, escaped her lips.

Riya (playfully pushing his hands away): "Naughty Baba! You are supposed to be checking prana, not make love!"

Baba Ji (chuckling, his eyes twinkling): "Is there any difference, Riya? Love is the greatest energy flow! Tell me, Riya. Do you remember the simple, playful love? The giggles, the innocent touches? That is the love we need to bring back."

Riya (giggling, batting her eyelids): "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You need to remind me properly! Rohan is a good man, but he has forgotten the fun. He only remembers the duty."

Baba Ji: "Then let me be the one to teach you the Kamasutra of joy first."
He slowly and gently untied the robe. Riya was still shy while getting undressed as his eyes followed. He looked at her voluptuous body, admiring the maternal energy of a would be mother, the perfectly rounded breasts, full aroused nipples like small ridges on a mountain.

Riya (whispering, her voice tight with excitement): "No, Baba Ji! Not yet! This is too fast!" But her hands made no move to stop him.
Baba Ji ignored her protest. The robe came off, and slid to the ground. Riya stood before him, completely disrobed.
Riya instantly covered her chest with her arms, feeling a wave of shame mixed with incredible, pounding excitement.

Riya (cheeks flaming): "Baba Ji! I said no! Are you mad? Put the robe back!"

Baba Ji (smiling, his gaze soft and adoring): "Silence, my little goddess. The first lesson: do not lie to your body. Your body is saying yes. I am checking for blockages."

He took her hands away from her breasts, his fingers gently tracing the swell of her big, soft breasts.
He began to gently touch her. His touch was tender, his fingers feeling the skin, the flesh. He lifted one breast, weighing it in his palm, then the other, his thumbs lightly brushing her nipples. Each touch sent a wave of electric sensation through Riya, making her feel highly garam (hot) and intensely excited. Her entire body tingled, coming alive under his knowing hands.

Baba Ji: "Your breasts are soft and full of creation. I will pray over them. We need to wake the flow."
He moved his mouth to her ear, his breath hot.

Baba Ji: "Be ready, Riya. Tonight, we awaken the seed."

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Scene 9

Riya stood before Baba Ji, disrobed, her skin tingling, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and the hottest, wildest excitement she had ever felt.

His last words—"Be ready, Riya. Tonight, we awaken the seed.", vibrated in the silent little hut.

Baba Ji stepped closer. He wasn't rushing, his powerful, muscular form radiating a calm, dominant mardana (manly) energy that made her knees weak.

Baba Ji (voice low and gravelly): "Now, my little goddess, the first lesson is done. The second begins. You must be pure, you must be honest."

He looked at the tiny, bra and panties she still wore.

Baba Ji: "These are pretty, Riya. But, I need to free up the blockages."
He reached out. His fingers, large and warm, brushed the lace of her bra. Riya tried to protest, but the sound caught in her throat.

Riya (whispering, trying to be playful): "Oh, Baba Ji! Naughty, naughty! That is very expensive lace! You must be careful with it!"

Baba Ji (a deep, rumbling laugh): "My blessing is more valuable than any cloth, Riya. And a true beauty needs no disguise."

Her big, soft breasts were suddenly free, already heavy and exquisitely sensitive. 
He didn't pause. He reached down and his thumb hooked the delicate lace of her panties.

Riya (a little shriek, mock terror): "No, wait! You can't just throw away my last piece like that, I am all naked now!"

Baba Ji (his eyes twinkling): "Your body has already confessed its greatest desire, Riya. And my ritual requires no cloth."

Riya stood before him, completely naked, her curves glowing softly in the dim light. She covered herself quickly again, her arms crossed tight over her chest.



Riya: "Now you are too naughty, Baba! I told you, no!" Her voice was breathless, a challenge that hid a deep plea.

Baba Ji: "Then I will teach you the joy of saying yes, Riya. The energy is blocked here."
He spoke softly, but with utter command. He reached out and gently removed her hands from her breasts, pushing them down to her sides. He took one full breast in his large hands.

Baba Ji: "This is where the mother's milk and the mother's shakti gathers. It must be purified."
He leaned in. Riya’s breath stalled. His mouth, warm and strong, closed over her aroused nipple. He drew her in, sucking deeply, intensely, like a hungry child or a powerful lover.

The sensation was volcanic. Riya cried out, an uncontrolled sound of pure, raw pleasure. It wasn't just physical; it was releasing a flood of unfulfilled maternal and sexual energy. He moved to the other breast, sucking, kneading, drawing out the blockage with powerful, rhythmic pulls.

Riya (moaning, arching back): "Oh, Baba! Please! I feel... I feel so hot! That's too much prana!"

Baba Ji: "It is never too much, my goddess. Only the right amount."
He lifted his head, her nipples wet and burning. He saw the glaze of desire in her eyes.

Baba Ji: "The flow is open in your heart."
He stepped back and quickly shed his simple loincloth. It fell to the floor.

Riya gasped, her eyes going wide. She had expected a man, but not this. Baba Ji’s form was magnificent: deeply tanned, heavily muscled, and completely dominant. And there, proudly erect, was his 9 inches, girthy penis. It was thick and impressive, radiating the intense, pure mardana energy that Rohan, with his quiet duties and subtle anxieties, could never match.

Riya (awestruck, giggling nervously): "A-are you mad, Baba? That is... that is too much shakti for one woman!"

Baba Ji (a smile of powerful confidence): "It is exactly the right amount for the woman who wishes to hold the seed of life. Come, Riya."
He moved closer. Riya, though shy, found her gaze fixed on him. A daring, playful impulse took over. Rohan would never let her do this.

Riya (reaching out, her voice a seductive whisper): "Well, if I must purify the prana..."
She knelt before him. She felt the heavy, pulsating warmth of him against her cheek as she got into position. She didn't hesitate. She took him into her mouth, tentatively at first, then with a deep, hungry passion born of years of neglect. She worked on him, drawing him deeper, loving the taste of his pure, masculine power.

Baba Ji (groaning deeply): "Yes, Riya. Awaken the joy!"
She worked until her jaw ached, until the room swam with the scent of their desire.

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Baba Ji gently lifted Riya to her feet. Her skin was flushed, her body trembling with anticipation.

Baba Ji: "Your mouth is beautiful, beti. But the source of creation calls."
He led her over to the thick mattress. He pushed her gently down onto the soft mat, positioning her with ease.

Baba Ji: "I need to ensure the passage is wide, the gates of shakti are fully open for the seed."
He knelt between her thighs. His eyes were focused, clinical, yet intensely passionate. He placed his large hands on her hips, tilting her slightly.

Baba Ji: "Relax, Riya. "
He found her heat. His strong fingers, two at first, then three, slipped inside her. He moved them with an expert, knowing rhythm, tracing her deepest curves, finding spots that had never been touched, never even dreamed of.

Riya (a shocked cry): "Oh! Baba! OH........TOO MUCH FOR MEEEEE ! That's... different! That's too deep!"

Baba Ji: "The soul of the mother is deep, Riya. We must touch the hidden corners."
He found the hard, sensitive peak of her clitoris and began to rub it lightly with his thumb while his fingers plunged and withdrew inside her.

The feeling was overwhelming. It was a cascade of pure, unchecked pleasure. She bucked against his hand, her hips lifting instinctively, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The release, when it came, was sudden, fierce, and total.

Riya (screaming, arching high): "OH, GOD! BABA JI!"

Her body went rigid, then dissolved into shaking waves of ecstasy. A thick, wet liquid, a sign of her complete surrender and arousal, flooded her inner thighs. Her first true orgasm.

Baba Ji watched her, his expression one of profound satisfaction.

Baba Ji: "The flow is open. The goddess has awakened. Now, the seed will be planted."

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He rose and pulled Riya up. He didn't lay on her. Instead, he turned her on her side, facing him, and bent her legs up towards chest. He positioned himself close, his hard body pressing against her soft flesh.

Baba Ji: "This way, Riya. The shakti of the man hits the deepest point. The point the city doctors and your worries can never reach."

He took his giant girthy penis and, with a single, powerful thrust, drove deep inside her.

Riya (a gasp of pain and pure, dominant pleasure): "AAGH! BABA! You are too big! I will DIE FOR SURE ! OHHHHHHHHH........UMMMMMMMMMM, NOOOOOOO................. PLEASE STOP !"

Baba Ji (his voice a deep grunt in her ear): "Oh you like my size, Riya. Accept the power."
He began to move, deep, rhythmic, powerful strokes that hit a hidden part of her that Rohan had never even discovered. It was raw, pure mardana energy, not a lover's careful exploration, but a primal, forceful taking and giving.

Riya (moaning, hips pounding back against him): "OHHHHHHHHHHHH...................OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........SO BIG! YES! YES! YES! This is it! Don't stop! Naughty Baba, You are the baba that every woman deserves, give it to me, I bet you fuck lot of woman, give me! Give me the baby!"

They moved together, a frantic, beautiful dance of desperation and fulfilment. Every powerful thrust drove her further from her city life, further into the wild, pure desire she had suppressed for years. He held her tight, his powerful arms wrapped around her, making her feel small, safe, and utterly dominated.

Finally, with a loud, guttural groan, Baba Ji climaxed. He drove one final, deep, trembling thrust and released his thick, warm seed deep inside her.

He didn't pull out. He held her, panting heavily, his large body a comforting, dominant weight against her.

Baba Ji: "The seed is planted, Riya. The shakti ritual is complete."
Riya, exhausted but profoundly satisfied, felt the warm liquid filling her. She pressed her hips back against him, accepting the offering completely. She didn't want him to leave.

Riya (whispering, her voice thick with love and awe): "Stay, Baba Ji. Don't leave. Stay with me. HUG ME! I am your SLAVE, now. You took me to heaven, You stay right here. We will sleep together."

He smiled, knowing smile of a man who had delivered salvation. He gently turned her over, spooning her close, his arms wrapped around her belly. They were both slick with sweat and the fluid of their passion, completely naked, body to body.

They slept like that, two primal beings, wrapped in the quiet darkness of the hut, until the first rays of morning sun crept over the Himalayan peaks.

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Scene 10

Riya woke slowly.
The first thing she noticed was the intense, satisfying soreness deep in her hips and thighs.
The second was the heavy, muscled arm across her stomach.

She was completely naked, pressed against Baba Ji’s strong, warm back.
She gently poked his back.

Riya: "Good morning, Babaji! Did you enjoy sleeping with your newest, naughtiest disciple?"

Baba Ji (his voice a deep, sleepy rumble): "Riya, last night felt less like sleeping and more like a honeymoon."

Riya (giggling, stretching and feeling her body ache): "Come on! Baba Ji, You were more demanding than my husband's entire month of effort!"

Baba Ji turned around, his handsome face. He smiled, a slow, knowing, glorious smile.

Baba Ji: "That's because my discipline is strong, Beti."

Riya (her eyes playful, reaching out to touch the heavy, firmness between his legs): "Your 'mardana' power is still quite firm, I notice. Are we starting early?"

Baba Ji (his eyes darkening with desire): "It awakens with the sun, Beti. It needs immediate service."

Riya (pulling her hand back, but not looking away): "If I service you now, how will I find the energy for the rest of the day, I know you won't stop at just ....?"

Baba Ji: "You will get use to it, we need to do it multiple times day. You feed me first. From the source."
He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on her breasts.

Riya (a soft blush rising): "My breasts? But I haven't carried a baby yet! Are you that greedy?"

Baba Ji: "I am collecting the bliss before I plant the seed. Come here, let me taste my morning offering."
He drew her close and closed his mouth over her breast again. The familiar, deep sucking sensation sent a cascade of heat through her.

Riya (moaning softly): "Be gentle, Babaji! You left marks on my neck! What will I tell the others in Ashram?"

Baba Ji (muttering against her skin): "Tell them the power of the divine touched you. They will be jealous of your blessed skin."

Riya: "The only divine power I felt was your huge... stretching me in two!"

Baba Ji (a triumphant laugh): "That is the gateway to motherhood, Riya. It must be widened with conviction."

Riya: "Widened? Babaji, I feel like I could pass a watermelon after being with you!"

Baba Ji: "Good. That means my seed will have plenty of room to nestle in and grow."

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He finally pulled away, kissing her on the forehead. He got up and put his loincloth back on, his powerful physique moving with easy grace. He walked to a small clay pot on a shelf and brought back a small ball of brown, sweet-smelling dough.

Baba Ji: "This is the prasad (offering). Eat it. It is blessed with the same shakti you received last night. It will help your body hold the seed."

Riya, trusting him completely now, took the prasad and ate it. It tasted strongly of honey and herbs.

Riya: "It’s delicious, Baba Ji. But speaking of seed, did you empty all of it inside last night?"
Baba Ji (standing over her, the morning sun outlining his muscles): "Every drop, Beti. My commitment to your fertility is absolute. I was. You are the most fertile ground I've worked with in years."

Riya (teasingly): "You think my husband's wasn't strong enough for me?"

Baba Ji (his voice firm and commanding): "He lacks the depth and the manly force. "
He sat beside her again, his eyes serious now. The time for play was over, the time for the ritual was starting.

Baba Ji: "Riya, listen. Last night was the Awakening. But the Commitment must follow. Every day, multiple times, we must do this ritual for one week. Your body needs to be continuously flooded with the blessing to hold the seed. Do you understand? No breaks. No rest."

Riya looked at his strong body, remembering the intensity of the night. A wave of desire and absolute commitment washed over the soreness.

Riya: "Yes, Take me Baba Ji. You took me to Heaven yesterday."

Baba Ji (a wicked, loving smile): "Naughty girl! You crave too much! Come closer."
He pulled her against him, her naked body fitting perfectly against his.

Baba Ji: "I don't believe in quick service. Open your lips."

Riya (opening her mouth willingly): "Is this the part where I swallow the whole ......?"

Baba Ji: "It is the part where you take my essence. Get ready, Riya. The day's begins now."

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Scene 5

Baba Ji kept his strong, intense gaze on Riya. Rohan shifted nervously on the mat, clearing his throat.

Rohan: "Baba Ji. We have tried everything. The reports, the injections... failed every time. We need your help. Biji sent us." He spoke quickly, his voice full of pleading.

Baba Ji slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving Riya's face.

Baba Ji: "Yes. I know your story, Rohan. I see the sadness in your wife."
He looked directly at Riya. His voice was deep and heavy, then slowly reached out with a powerful hand.

Baba Ji: "First, let me read the river of life in your wrist, beti (daughter)."

He gently took Riya's wrist. His strong thumb rested lightly on her pulse point. That simple, quiet touch sent a rush right through her veins, a crazy, intense rush she hadn't felt in all the years with Rohan.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, looking only at Rohan.

Baba Ji: "The air of doubt needs to leave this room. Rohan, my son, go wait outside for one minute."

Rohan stood up immediately, without a single question. Good boy, always following orders. He quickly left the room.

Baba Ji turned all his attention to Riya. His voice dropped, becoming soft, deep, and full of charm.

Baba Ji: "Riya... you have the body of a goddess. Full of creation. You are meant to bring life into this world. To feel that joy, that power. The city stress, that is the dirt blocking your great river. We must clean it. I need to check the source of your shakti (inner power), deep inside, to find the blockage."

Riya's breath hitched. She was confused, scared, and yet, a big, reckless part of her felt like this was what she wanted, what she needed. Her body was still humming from his previous touch.

She nodded slowly. What the hell, what else was there to lose?


Riya: "Should I remove my clothes, Baba Ji?"

Baba Ji nodded slightly, his eyes holding hers.

Riya hesitated for a second, then quickly pulled down the string of her salwar and let it drop to her ankles. She stood in her simple top and underwear. She was about to remove her panties when Baba Ji raised a hand.

Baba Ji: "No, no. This is enough for now. Come closer to me."

Riya moved forward, kneeling before him. Baba Ji reached out and gently moved her underwear aside, touching her vagina. His fingers, strong, pressed softly, checking her veins, her warmth. Riya gasped, an involuntary sound. She was completely wet inside, her body betraying her shyness.

Baba Ji smiled at her, a look of profound satisfaction. Riya quickly looked the other way, her cheeks burning with shame and excitement. He moved his fingers just slightly inside, feeling her heat, pushing the edge. Riya's expression changed, her eyes widening as a rush of forbidden pleasure flooded her body. She felt herself giving way, sinking into the feeling.

Baba Ji pulled his hand back, cleaned it and dry.

Baba Ji: "See, beti? You are a full of life. Fertile. But there is a blockage, a fear, a coldness in your heart that must be burned away."

Riya (voice shaky): "I feel it, Baba Ji. I am.... am getting so much positivity from you. The... the touch you brought. I don't know what it is."

Baba Ji: "It is your true power waking up. Now, call Rohan."

Riya quickly pulled up her salwar and took a deep, shaky breath, the feeling of his touch still vibrating in her core.

Riya: "Rohan, come back in now."

Rohan rushed back in, his face full of hope and fear.
Rohan was all ears now.


Baba Ji: "Your body is not the problem, beti (daughter). The doctors in the city, they only see machines and chemicals. They do not know the real jugaad (hack/solution). Your spirit is ready, but your shakti (inner power) is weak. The stress has blocked the flow."

He paused, letting the words sink in. He made the fancy IVF doctors sound like idiots.

Baba Ji: "I will give you the blessing. I will remove the blockages. But it is not a quick fix. You need a powerful ritual, done under the stars."

Rohan leaned forward, his eyes wide with desperate hope.

Rohan: "Anything, Baba Ji! What do we need to do? Tell us!"
Baba Ji's smile widened slightly, and his eyes glittered. He looked straight at Rohan.

Baba Ji: "You must return to the city. Your work is there. But Riya... she must stay here for one full week."
Riya felt a sudden rush of cold air down her spine. Alone? With this powerful man? She looked at Rohan, her eyes wide with shock and a strange kind of fear mixed with a thrill.

Baba Ji: "She must stay alone with me, here on the hill. For seven days of shakti rituals. No phone. No city air. Just pure mind, pure body. Only then will the seed be strong enough to take root."

Rohan didn't even hesitate. The pressure from his mother, the shame of the failed reports, the sheer exhaustion, it all overwhelmed any doubt. He saw a solution, not a problem.

Rohan: "Done, Baba Ji! Riya will stay. I trust you completely. One week. Thank you! Thank you!"
He looked at Riya, his face full of relief and excitement.

Rohan: "Did you hear that, Riya? One week! This is it! You will stay and follow his instructions exactly!"

Riya didn't say anything. Her body was still vibrating, one simple touch opened her gates, she was getting wet and wet every second. She just stared at Baba Ji, who was now looking at her with an expression that was both spiritual and intensely male. She forgot about her city life. She was mesmerised and intrigued by this Holy man. She would gladly drink the water from his feet. The deal was sealed. Her fate was decided.

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Scene 10.1

Riya was completely naked and shameless, her lips already full of Baba Ji's immense power. She worked on him with a fierce energy born of relief and desire.

Baba Ji: "Take it slow, my love. Let the power flow through you."

Riya (her mouth already full, muffled): "It’s so warm and thick. You really are a powerful man, Babaji." She felt a deep, mature contentment, a connection far beyond simple sex.

Baba Ji: "And you have the most beautiful, talented mouth I have ever felt. You are a natural at sewa (service)." He loved her playful defiance.

Riya (pulling her head up playfully, her voice breathy): "Natural? I'm just your sewak! But I want this baby badly!"

Baba Ji: "And I want to give it to you deeply. We are working toward the same goal."

Riya: "Your goal looks very impressive this morning!" She smiled, her eyes dropping to his throbbing manhood.

Baba Ji: "Yes, take it full inside your mouth."

Riya (mouth full again, humming): "Mmm... I might need a bigger mouth for this blessing." She chuckled, her eyes sparkling.

Riya: "If you promise me a strong, muscular baby boy, I'll work twice as hard."

Baba Ji: "It will be my son, Riya. Strong and magnificent. Just like me."

Riya (teasingly, but with deep affection): "Babaji, I'm just naughty. Now, stop talking and feel my lips and tongue."

Baba Ji: "I will fill you entirely, Riya. You will feel the true meaning of fullness today."

Riya: "Take charge, with your giant girthy penis! Show me what you can do!"

Baba Ji (a triumphant fire in his eyes): "I like your energy. You never stop challenging me. I will pin you down and make you my own."


With a powerful move, Baba Ji flipped her easily onto her back, grabbing her hips and driving deep into her in a single, hard thrust.

Baba Ji (pushing into her hard, his voice strained): "You are so tight today, Riya! You were made to hold my seed!"

Riya (a high cry of intense pleasure): "Aaaahhh! Babaji! You fill me completely! Ummm! Yes, right there!"

Baba Ji: "I won't stop until you climax! You must receive this full blessing, body and soul!"

Riya: "Faster, Babaji, faster! Show me your true limit!"

Baba Ji: "My limit is beyond your imagination! Take this! And this!"

Riya: "Aaaaaahhhhh! AaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHH! Yes! I’m exploding! Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm! Oh Baba Ji, You fuck so well, Where did you learn to fuck like this? You bad boy!!"

Baba Ji: "Scream, Riya! Release all the stress! Shout! Scream! Express the JOY! Don't hold back anything. You are purified!"

Riya: "Don't pull out! Keep going! I need the full load!"

Baba Ji (groans, his body shaking): "I'm coming, Riya! Take my entire self inside you!"

Riya (a final, profound shout): "Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! OHHHHH! It is so HOT and THICK! I am Flooded! It is oozing out of me, My baby! My magnificent baby! You did it, you bad bad Baba. All the herbs, you keep eating, making women pregnant. This is your job! What a fantastic job!"

Baba Ji (a final, powerful release): "It is all yours, Riya! Every last drop! Be fruitful!"
Riya lay panting heavily, tears of pleasure on her cheeks. She felt exhausted, loved, and fully satisfied for the first time in years.

Riya: "You... you drained me... you are the strongest man alive..."

Baba Ji (lying heavy on her, his breath ragged, but his eyes victorious): "And you are the most passionate woman. I told you I would make you scream." He gently kissed her lips, a kiss full of possessive tenderness.

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After several long minutes, he rolled off her, but kept his arm dbangd across her.

Riya (snuggling into him, a playful tone returning): "What's the plan for the afternoon service? You can't just leave a girl hanging."

Baba Ji: "The afternoon involves a ritual bath, then more sewa. We must make up for lost time from your wasted city life."

Baba Ji: "Good. Now, rest. But not for too long. My Mahalingam only sleeps briefly."

Riya: "It has the stamina of a champion! I am truly impressed, Babaji. But tell me, do you ever get tired?"

Baba Ji (pulling her close for a serious, loving cuddle): "Only when I am away from you, my love. Now, sleep. We have five more days of intense blessing to complete."

Baba Ji: "I will bring breakfast, you rest well, my dear."

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