Adultery The Glass Dolls (victims of the nature)

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Welcome to yet another story.

This will be a long story with multiple layers to it but the underlying theme would be same across all lead characters. 

The Glass Dolls

(Victims of the nature)


This is story of few girls and boys that became victims of nature for no fault of them. how they turned the adversity to their advantage and molded their life deriving extreme pleasure and happiness from the tough situations and overcome the order of the nature is the key point

All the characters involved in sex are above 18 years age. This is completely a fictional story and hence don't look for logic. the pictures posted here are for illustrative purpose only and they may or may not resemble the characters and their behaviour . those who appear in the pics are above 18 years age


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Even before his dearest daughter’s birthday celebrations completed, Ashok ran to his bed room and opened the locker. With a shivering hand, he pulls the envelope that he has hidden under the layers of his business documents.

 
The yellow colored envelope is given to him by Swamiji that he met along with his daughter a month ago

After taking a deep breath and locking the bed room door, he opened the envelope and started reading
 
Ashok ji, first of all my blessings to you and your daughter.  Whatever you are going to read now is the wish of the nature and order of the god. You cant change it nor oppose it. If these things are not followed the life is at risk. I am sorry but this is a fact. Please read these things and tear the envelope immediately
 
1.      Your daughter Ashika will start getting extreme sexual desires after certain age. Why ? don’t ask. Its written in her fate. Because of these extreme desires she would want to meet many new persons. If she likes a person, then that person must not say no to her and simply accept her wish and fulfill her desires and make her happy. During this phase she should not be involved in intercourse at all. If any person even those she likes tries to do intercourse with her, that person will die within a week

2.      If anyone that she doesn’t like try to force her, then that person will die within a week.

3.      After certain age, she would want to have intercourse, during this phase its perfectly fine for her and her partner to involve in intercourse. But again same rule applies. Those that she doesn’t like try to have sex with her will die in a week

4.      The severity of the desire to have sex is so much she needs intercourse every 2 days. If she doesn’t get sex within 2 days, then she will die in a week

5.      Every month she should find a new person of her liking and have sex with him. If she cant find a new person every month then she will die in a week

6.      Its very important to keep her happy during sex. 

7.      This will not effect her normal life at all.

8.      Once she reaches certain age, she should get married to a man that she likes. Marriage cant be postponed 

9.      This matter should not be discussed with no other person except your wife. You cant even let your daughter know about it

10.   After her marriage she would be alright, all these issues will disappear after marriage
 
There are few things that Swamiji purposefully didn’t write. Those are
 
1.      Those who do sex with her will also get extreme desires. But all other things wont apply to them, its just that her extreme desires will rub on her partner too. 

2.      The partner need not be male. It could be female also, except she should marry male only

3.      If anyone rejects her, then he/she will die in a week
 

Things that even Swamiji doesn’t know
 
1.      The person she is going to marry must also be having similar issues

2.      That person must already have had intercourse with her in the past

3.      He mentioned "certain" age for each stage but didnt mention what exactly is that age since he also doesnt know leaving Ashok confused and more scared

4.      The reason why this couple got effected by this ? one of the parents involved in pre-marital sex resulting in pregnancy.
 
Ashok collapsed on the bed after reading the envelope. The extreme happiness and party mood of few minutes ago evaporated and came in disbelief, grief and anger. He clearly knows this is act of nature and he cant fight with it but his frustration cant be stopped, he tore the envelope into pieces and threw it in commode and flushed it off.  

Being a successful business man that has faced many tough situations, he gathered composure and washed his face, put up a fake smile, opened the bed room door to see his ever smiling and beautiful daughter Ashika seeing off her friends one by one from her birthday party
 
The last guest to leave was  Rajesh uncle. He gave her one more birthday hug and started leaving after waving to Ashok. Rajesh turned back noticing something is not correct with Ashok.
 
Rajesh noticed visible tension and extreme anger in his friend Ashok’s face. He walked towards his friend and asked “is everything alright Ashok ?”
 
Ashok looked at his beaming daughter and nodded his head and said “just some tiredness .. that’s all Rajesh. Good night”
 
Rajesh saw the smile back on Ashok’s face and left happily !!!

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The glass dolls






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Amrutha

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Ashok

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Ashika

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To know the effect of the “wishes/wrath of the nature” on these glass dolls, lets read a story of a young boy Tarun who is in stage 2 of this “decease”




Saroja aged 41 mother of this young boy had drifted off to sleep late after flirting with her son all night, woke up in the morning—not because of her baby’s hunger, but because of her son's hunger.

She had delivered a baby girl a year back with her son already in teens. Her husband Rajesh who made her pregnant after so much gap has died 3 months back due to some “health” issue. Neither Saroja nor Tarun know the actual reason for his death is some thing else.  We will soon know the reason for his death.

With her feminine desires still very much alive, and realizing that this new arrangement was beneficial and pleasurable for everyone, she decided to bury any lingering doubts. She resolved to live a fulfilling and happy life with her son. Feeling a sense of relief and with her body beginning to crave sex in anticipation of future pleasures, she slowly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to attend to her morning routine.

Moments after Saroja woke up, Tarun also opened his eyes.

Saroja reminisced about the intense pleasure Tarun had given her the previous night. She resolved that to strengthen the new bond forming between them, they needed to indulge in their intimacy relentlessly for the next few days—ignoring fatigue and exhaustion. She wanted to make their union memorable by experimenting with new ways, creating sweet, unforgettable physical pleasures. After relieving herself, she returned and lay lazily on the bed.

Upon waking, Tarun—acting out of habit—turned onto his side towards his mother. He dbangd his arm over her body and began caressing her breasts while nuzzling his face into the curve of her neck.

At her son's touch, desire stirred within Saroja once again... Anxieties began to surface...

“Mm... hmmm... Has the young master woken up?” She spoke while tilting her head slightly and inhaling the scent of her son's hair; meanwhile, she guided his hand—which was wandering over her breasts—to rub against her skin, spreading the moisture around.

Responding to his mother's welcome, Tarun gently nibbled at her neck. He lifted his face to meet hers—her lips parted and glistening with saliva, heavy with desire—and pressed his own against them, slowly transitioning into a deep French kiss.

As the pressure of his kiss ignited the flames of passion within her, she wrapped one arm around the back of his head, pulling his face firmly against hers. Locking mouths, she let out soft moans—"Mmm... ugh..."—and engaged in an intense, playful struggle of lips, matching his fervor.

Signalling the rising tide of lust within him, Tarun began to knead and squeeze her breasts.

Saroja moved her other hand to her son's buttocks, gripping them firmly to pull his hips against her own, while her thighs searched for the hardness of his arousal.

After savoring the nectar of her lips for a while, Tarun showered her face with kisses—alternating between gentle pecks and playful nips—leaving her skin glistening with his saliva.

"Oh, you rascal... you've covered me in saliva," she said with a laugh, wiping it away with her fingers; then, gazing at him seductively, she sucked those very fingers into her mouth. As he settled in...

“Mmm... Mom... I really want something...” he said coaxingly, nuzzling against her shoulders.



“Mmm... I know... it’s your morning feed, isn't it? Mmm... I feel better getting that weight off my chest too. Here, take your feed... suckle away,” she said. With one hand, she guided her son’s face toward her breasts; with the other, she adjusted her right breast, guiding the nipple into his mouth and gently pressing his face against her.

As Tarun happily suckled and drank the milk his mother offered, she murmured, “Oh my... what a wonderful sensation it is when you suckle like that. We women get so used to this pleasure that we’d let you men fuck us however you pleased... Suck hard, dear... Only women like us know the bliss of feeling the milk spurt from the nipples... Go on... baby might wake up any moment... Suck quickly; once you finish this one, you have to suckle the other one too...” She pressed his face firmly against her bosom as he nursed.

After Tarun had drained the first breast, and before she could offer the second one, he said with a petulant look, “You’re just saying baby might wake up so you can get this over with and slip away... That’s cheating, Mom...”

Seeing that look on his face, Saroja felt a wave of affection and gently... She rapped him on the head and said, "Get lost, you rascal... or do you want me to fuck you? Your plan... hmm... there’s definitely no time for that. You have to spend the next three nights with your 'new bride'—meaning me, your mother. I told you yesterday: skip sch ool for these two days. Leave the baby at the neighbor's place until she gets back, and then, once the baby is asleep for the night, come fuck me. Until then, you’ll have to keep your 'horse' under control. Here, suck on this before she wakes up..." She thrust her breast into his mouth.

As he sucked, she stroked his head in ecstasy, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Mom, this isn't fair... you know that after drinking milk, my thing gets incredibly hard and restless... what do you expect me to do about it, Mother?" he asked after finishing.

"Hmm... I’m not a newlywed bride, you know. Even if you’re ravenous for it, doing it in broad daylight is a bit much..." she said playfully, pushing her son away as she got off the bed.

Just then, the baby woke up and called out, "Mommy!"—instantly changing the atmosphere in the room.

Saroja quickly slipped on her nightgown, picked up her daughter, and headed toward the bathroom. "Go on, Tarun... go get some chicken. You need the strength, after all. Meanwhile, I’ll tend to the baby’s needs and get things ready... go," she urged her son, giving him a playful nudge. With a smile...

Delighted by the advice his mother had given him and thinking about his new girlfriend—imagining exactly how he would fuck her—he wrapped his lungi around his hardening cock to conceal it and slowly made his way to his bedroom.

As he stepped out to fetch some chicken, he spotted neighbor Aunty called Anitha ... looking as though she were waiting for someone.

"What is it, Anitha Aunty... who are you waiting for?"

"For the milkman..."

(To herself) "Ugh... with the milkman, of all people?" she thought, before quickly composing herself—lately, such thoughts kept crossing her mind.

"Aunty, the milkman isn't coming; he didn't deliver to us either. When I called, he said his bike had a flat tire, so I'm heading to the market."

"Tarun... get a liter of milk for us too."

"Aunty... what do you need milk for?"

Just then, Hasini, her beautiful daughter stepped outside. She was wearing a nightgown—a knee-length, single-piece gown—and looked lovely.

"Good morning, Hasini."

"Good morning, Tarun... where are you off to so early?"

"Chicken...   for milk also"

"Why go looking for milk outside when you have a milk factory right at your home?"

He gets really annoyed when someone cracks snide jokes like that first thing in the morning.

"Well, you've got two 'milk tanks' at your place too... so why do *you* need it?" he retorts irritably before walking away.

Auntie asks her daughter angrily, "Why do you always tease him like that?"

While closing  the door Hasini replies, "Mom, when you asked him to bring a liter of milk for us, he asked, 'Why do *you* need it?'... You understood what he meant by that, right? That’s exactly why I threw the same line back at him."

Half an hour later, Tarun knocks on Auntie's door.

Hasini opens the door—thinking to herself, "Oh great, look who's showing up first thing in the morning"—and he hands over the milk packets he bought for them.

"Thanks."

"Thanks is fine... but why have you left the top two buttons undone?"

"It's just the two of us at home, isn't it?"

"But what if someone shows up while you're opening the door like this?"

"Tarun... I know your style of knocking on the door; I knew it was you. That’s exactly why I undid one more button."

Tarun, already feeling restless and aroused after the lovemaking session with his mother that had been going on since the previous night, couldn't hold back his words in response to Hasini:

"Hey... I already have a wife. Don't go getting any ideas about me."



Hasini knew he was a mama's boy; in his eyes, his mother was a wife too.

"That's fine... a guy with your stamina needs two women."

"Hasini... shall we go to a movie?"

She jumped up excitedly and said, "Sure, Tarun! The treat's on me." She knew he would agree; staying at home meant being entirely wrapped up in his mother's world, whereas going out for a bit gave his mother some rest too.

At home, hearing the sound of water from the bathroom and realizing his mother was inside, he walked up to the door and asked in a low voice, "Mom... are you in there? Can I come in?"

Saroja turned off the shower and replied from inside, "If you think of me as 'Mom,' you'd have to think twice about whether you can come in or not. But if you think of me as your 'wife,' there's nothing to think about... a husband doesn't really need permission to be with his wife, does he?" She replied playfully...

“It’s not that... I was just wondering how you are and what you’re doing...” he mumbled as he slowly stepped into the room.

Saroja lay in the bathtub like a queen, her body submerged in bubbly water; she had her arms stretched out along the tub's edges, exuding an aura of pure sensuality.

Even at her age, she looked incredibly sexy in that pose.

Her full breasts rose above the water line, revealing brown nipples and the prominent, firm peaks that seemed designed to drive a man wild with desire.

“What does it matter how I look? Is there any part of a wife’s body that her husband hasn’t seen? You, my little husband, saw it all last night, didn't you? No wife would ever object to her husband watching her—in fact, a wife enjoys it even more when he looks. Even if she’s peeing... a real man is one who can tease his wife and pleasure her in that moment too. Come here, my darling... You aren't just my husband; you are the son who grew from my own flesh, drank my milk, and blossomed into a strong man. That gives you a double claim over my body... Come, join me in the water,” she said, shifting to the side of the tub and beckoning him.

Gazing hungrily at her semi-naked form... He untied the lungi at his waist, tossed it aside, and—nodding his head in response to his mother—stepped into the tub.

Saroja, a woman raised amidst the rustic lifestyle of a village and accustomed to its daily toil and activities...



Moreover, thanks to her late husband's affection, she had enjoyed a fulfilling intimate life—both mentally and physically—right up until recently. Consequently, even as she approached forty-one, her physique remained remarkably toned; aside from her breasts and hips, she hadn't gained an ounce of excess weight. She could easily pass for a woman in her early thirties—a vision that Tarun beheld with eyes full of lust...

His manhood, fully aroused by his mother's semi-nude beauty and playful words, stood erect and long—stiff as a ruler—pulsing with desire.

Saroja, watching with wide, admiring eyes, reached out to caress it, wrapping her hand firmly around the shaft. "How beautiful it is... your cock... hmm? I didn't notice it properly in the heat of passion last night... it’s truly a delight to behold, my man," she murmured. Gazing longingly into his eyes, she pursed her lips and blew a kiss towards his rigid member.

With her other hand, she grasped his, pulling him close to sit between her thighs, and parted her legs to make room for him.

Spellbound, he drank in her captivating facial expressions, her radiant aura, and the depth of her gaze—like someone emerging halfway from the waves of a river... Gazing hungrily at the heaving curves of her bosom and the erect, swollen nipples—firm and prominent like large mango seeds—he reached out and caressed them.

At his touch, an electric thrill surged down from her breasts, sending shivers through her lower belly, thighs, and the muscles of her pussy.




As her eyelids drooped with intoxicating pleasure—feeling proud that her son was devouring her breasts with his gaze—she pressed her hands against his, rubbing them together. Moaning softly, she tilted her head back against the tub's headrest and bit her lip seductively.

Her behavior stoked his lust; he squeezed her breasts and pressed his body closer to hers.

As the head of his cock brushed against her pussy lips, desire surged within her. Gazing into his eyes with a look of intoxication, she pleaded softly, "Fuck me..."—much like a wife begging her husband when overcome with lust.

Understanding her yearning, Tarun moved his hands from her breasts down past her waist to cup her buttocks.



Gently lifting her hips to the perfect angle, he guided his cock and aligned it with her pussy, murmuring, "Ah... in all this water..."

"Oh my... your stud is really heating things up..." she teased provocatively.

Hearing her address him as "dear"—just as she would her own husband—made Tarun’s heart swell with triumphant pride, and his manhood grew even harder and more rigid.

"We could even use this thing as an immersion heater to boil water," Saroja said with a playful laugh, guiding the shaft toward her pussy.

Once it had slid in about a quarter of the way, she let go of her grip and said, "You have to push it in the rest of the way yourself, dear," while stretching her arms out to the sides and resting them on the edges of the bathtub.

She waited for her "husband" (for in her eyes, her son Tarun was indeed her husband) to give it a firm, forceful thrust.

As Tarun delivered small, steady thrusts—pushing the shaft in half an inch with each movement—she moaned in ecstasy. "Oh... it feels so good, dear... you’re working my pussy muscles so deliciously... *hiss*... *hmmm*..." She rocked her hips forward to meet his thrusts, adjusting her pussy to allow his cock to slide deep inside her.

As soon as the cock was fully embedded, she clamped down on it with her pussy muscles, savoring every sensation as he moved in and out.

Tarun, too, was overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure of her pussy’s movements; he reached out with one hand to knead her breasts... Plucking at her sensitive, throbbing folds—much like strumming the strings of a veena—he stoked the burning desire within her to a fever pitch; meanwhile, with his other hand, he caressed her inner thighs and the area around her sex, gently teasing and stimulating her clitoris.



As the waves of sexual arousal surged through Saroja, she thrust her hips forward to meet the thrusts; squeezing his cock tightly with her vaginal muscles, she began to scale the peaks of ecstasy. Fluttering her eyelids and breathing heavily, she moaned and gasped, "Oh God... ha... ha... hmmm..."

Noticing her approaching climax, our young stud tweaked her nipples, pressed firmly against her clitoris, and increased the speed of his thrusting.

As her vaginal muscles clamped down hard around his member, she let out a loud, ecstatic moan and climaxed.

Immediately after reaching her peak, Saroja pulled her hips back, causing her son's cock to slide out of her vagina.

Covering his face with kisses, she said affectionately while running her fingers through his hair, "You gave me such a delicious release, my man..."

Having his cock—which had been pleasurably grinding inside her wet depths—pulled out so abruptly left him feeling pained and disappointed; confused and unable to understand why she had done it, he looked at her in bewilderment.

"Sorry I stopped midway, Tarun... my 'safe period' ended last night. If you were to fill me with your semen now, it’s certain I’d conceive a baby brother or sister for you... I couldn't take that risk, so..." 

"I’ve done it, dear..." she said with a faint smile, understanding her son’s predicament and conveying—through that very smile—the reassurance that he shouldn't worry too much and that they would find a way to handle it.

Unable to fully grasp his mother's intent at that moment, Tarun asked, "M-Mom... what is this...?" Just as he was about to speak, she held his hand and raised her eyebrows, signaling him to stand up.

Tarun understood her cue and stood up.

Saroja wrapped both her hands around his buttocks and pulled him towards her, saying, "You silly man... did you think I’d just watch while you were playing so intensely and let it go without fondling it? The danger lies only if you ejaculate inside my pussy... God gave a woman two mouths, you know; if not in the vertical-lipped mouth, you can just as deliciously spill it into the mouth formed by these horizontal lips..." Saying this, she grasped her son's cock firmly, rubbed it against her lips, and—looking into his eyes with a sexy smile—added, "I've always loved cream from a tube like this." She then slowly opened her mouth, took it in as if it were an ;;'.,ly, and began to suck.

Tarun, who hadn't expected his mother to do such a thing, felt a surge of thrill; his manhood instantly regained its full, vigorous state.

Keeping both hands on his buttocks and kneading them, she would occasionally slip one hand between his thighs to fondle, stroke, and gently press his balls and cock, driving his sexual passion to its peak.

As the urge to ejaculate began to surge within him, Tarun—unable to contain his passion—reached down, grabbed his mother's breasts, and began to knead them... "Mmm... ah... hhh... sss..." he groaned, writhing in pleasure.

She gripped his buttocks more firmly and intensified the movements of her mouth; she tapped his cheeks—a signal for him to thrust into her mouth while moving his hips.

Understanding her cue, Tarun moved his hands—which had been squeezing her breasts—to the back of her head and began thrusting into her mouth.

"Mom... I can't hold back much longer... it’ll get messy... stand up... let’s do it standing... that way, there’s no chance of my semen reaching your womb... please, Mom... the friction and suction from your pussy muscles... it feels so much better that way... Mom, please..." he pleaded, trying to hold back his climax.

Unable to refuse her son’s earnest request, Saroja released his cock from her mouth and stood up.

She braced one hand against the wall beside the tub, turned her back to her son, and leaned forward slightly, spreading her legs wide. Turning her head to look at him with a smile, she said, "Mm... have it your way... go ahead and fuck me... from behind..." As she spoke, she guided his cock with her other hand, carefully aligning it with the opening of her pussy.

Tarun, filled with joy, placed his right hand on her abdomen... He positioned her to the side, resting her arm on his shoulder, and began sliding his rigid rod into her pussy.

Despite having been soaked in water for so long, the heat radiating from deep within her womanhood gripped his cock tightly, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through its muscles.

As he thrust his rod deeper with redoubled intensity, the pleasure was so overwhelming she saw stars.

Once his thick cock was fully embedded, Saroja—who had been bracing herself against the wall—moved her hand to his buttocks, pressing his hips toward her to take him in completely. "Oh... it feels so good, darling... *hiss*... *ooh*... fuck me... *ooh*... just pull back a little before you cum and spray it out... otherwise, your load might shoot straight into my womb... *ooh*... yes, fuck me just like that, my king... release your passion fully... *ooh*..." Moaning and inciting her son, she finally satisfied the deep, long-suppressed itch of her starved pussy.

Even though she had told him to pull his cock back before ejaculating, whenever his thrusting motion caused his hips to pull away, she would squeeze his buttocks and push her own hips back toward him—ensuring his hard, rock-solid cock didn't slip out of her at all. She moved her body rhythmically...

Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around the shaft that was relentlessly thrusting into her; while heightening the pleasure for both him and herself through those powerful thrusts, they also began to absorb waves of moist, sensuous delight.

Her clitoris, engorged with passion, grew even more sensitive from the friction of his cock; stimulating her inner depths, it began to ready her to melt and overflow once more.

Moaning softly and fluttering her eyes in a haze of ecstasy, with her breath growing heavy—signaling that she was nearing the peak of sexual rapture—she gripped his buttocks tightly and squeezed them with her hands. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly...

As Tarun neared his climax, he remembered his mother's warning; he pulled out and ejaculated his thick, warm semen and fluids onto her quivering buttocks and lower back...

As the thick fluid began to trickle down her thighs, the juices released from her pussy also flowed down, mingling with his semen and creeping further down towards her legs...

In the throes of that sexual ecstasy, Saroja rested her arms against the wall, panting, and leaned her face upon them...

As Tarun knelt behind her near her legs and lapped up the mixture of their flowing fluids with his tongue, a fresh wave of pleasure surged through her...

He savored it as if it were a divine delicacy...

Watching his playful antics with a tilted head and enjoying the moment, she smiled and said, "Don't swallow it all... save some for me, too." In that instant, she lost her restraint; a new desire to taste a man's semen had awakened within her...

Heeding her wish, Tarun held the last of the fluids in his mouth, stood up, turned her towards him, and embraced her; pressing his mouth against hers, he shared the taste of the fluids with her...

A strong desire to get his mother accustomed to the taste of his semen... As he pleaded with his mother, she cradled his head in both hands and sipped the fluids he offered...



At that moment, Saroja stood at the bathroom doorway, smiling as she imagined they were sipping each other's juices, and remarked, "Mmm, the milk from your cock is delicious," before walking away...

Mother's breast milk for the son,

The son's 'cock-milk' for the mother—

The tender affection shared between the two was unforgettable; the love between mother and son is truly sweet!

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Amrutha .... an Arabian horse..how lucky Ashok is

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Ashok is so lucky that his wife amrutha is a young educated modern sanskari housewife and understand her bull husband's appetites and help him with whatever he struggles with and now after hearing what swami ji predicted about her baby girls future she will do her best to keep the family together warm and satisfy

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Ashok Jain is a hard working business came up the ranks. 20 years back he migrated from Rajasthan to the city of pearls that is Hyderabad. He studied the gems and pearls market and started with a small capital as a wholesale trader. His hard work, sincerity in his business paid good dividends and she slowly ventured into selling all over the country and also started a small manufacturing plant in Ranga Reddy district. His hard work paid off in expanding his market reach while his luck paid off well as his spare land value spy racketed thousands of times. But he believed in only his hard work and valued his business much more than the windfall profits he got in his land which he never sold.

He attributes his business growth to luck

But he doesn’t attribute the land value explosion to luck

Reason ?

Luck is what is brought by his darling daughter. He feels his business took off only after the birth of her daughter. Even though every one knows how hard working and smart business man he is.

10 years later, he ventured into exports also. He became industry leader in man made gems and bullion market. His influence is not just restricted to his industry, but he became Vice President of  Federation of Indian Industry which is very powerful role to influence government policies across all industries. But he always thought for the whole industry , never for his own business

The day he got the appointment letter as Vice President of  Federation of Indian Industry is also his daughter Ashika’s birthday. In fact he attributed his appointment to the luck brought by his daughter. But on the same day he opened the sealed cover given by Swami ji with dreaded content.

When he migrated to Hyderabad in pursuit of business opportunities he met Amrutha Singh, a budding fashion designer. While Ashok is involved in designing the stones to make them look attractive, Amrutha is involved in designing attire and clothes to celebrities to make them look glamorous

In a common friend’s party them met, exchanged ideas and soon married.




Amrutha is a voluptuous lady of 39 years now with strong lineage of her ancestral geans. She is chubby, milky white beauty with 36DDD bust that adds a unique selling point to her fashion designing business. Celebraties want to work with beautiful, class, elegant ladies. Even after birth to a baby, she never lost her charm and maintained her beauty and in fact her daughter Ashika has inherited the beauty and chubby looks from her mother while fitness, health from her papa apart from of course her name.. Ashika daughter of Ashok

 

Ashika is always a centre of attraction wherever she goes and she has single point vision in her life, that is to make their business to grow 5x in 2 years after she takes over from her dad. When she will take over the reins from her loving papa? Lot of time is there and whenever there is an opportunity Ashoka trains her in not just their business but also life in general

Any way she is already couple of years ahead of her peers in terms of her grown up body features and the maturity levels. She owes her mom for former and papa for later.

Ashok was happy with his growing business



Amrutha was very happy with her work and social acclaim (she heads some women NGO organizations also)

Ashika was more than super happy with her loving parents, rich life (even though she stays away from fashion)

But all those come to a grinding halt after that birthday. Well.. atleast for Ashok initially.. then Amrutha little later. While Ashika will never know what has hit her, being an intelligent girl that she is, she would notice the change in mood of her parents.. soon..

When Ashika sleeps in her palatial bed room.. alone.. her parents made her sleep separately long ago to give her space and freedom to explore herself. She could see her mom changing into very short and tight night dress before entering papa's room






Till her last birthday, she used to hear the loud moans of her mom from adjoining parents bed room in the night.. a proof of her parents love for each other and the culmination of a hard working day into super happy ending.. moments of joy that brought her to earth she believed. She felt happy for her fit, always young looking papa and beauty and charm of mom who can melt any man of any age just with her looks.

But all those loud moans disappeared since last month or so. The days have become long and nights even longer. Especially for papa.

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Couple of years later..



Ashok as usual came tired from work. However after seeing his beautiful daughter, his tiredness evaporated.  After having dinner, he has this habit of going to his daughter’s room for few minutes to have a chat with her and also he uses this time to talk about his business, she uses this as a training opportunity. As usual that day also they have chatted about her sch ool stuff, his business and life in general

At the end of the session, the topic of recently died Prathap uncle came

“Ashika, how is your friend Vineetha now ?”

“papa , she is unable to overcome the loss of her papa”

“yeah.. so tough on a young girl.. losing papa at such young age is very unfortunate”

“papa.. she loves her papa so much she is not going be normal any time soon”

“so true.. girls of your age need parental guidance a lot”

“true.. “

Suddenly Ashika’s face became dull. Ashok noticed it and he guessed something is not correct with her

He held her hands and asked “what happened Aishu.. you are so dull ? any thing wrong ?”

Ashika hugged her papa tight and started crying .. continuously for couple of minutes. Ashoka was stunned and he was trying to console her but no use. After a while Ashika wiping her tears said “papa.. I wanted to tell this to you but since every one was in sorrow mood after uncle’s death I didn’t want to tell this. I don’t want my friend Vinetha to hear this from others”

Ashok was stunned “what happened Aishu.. can you tell what exactly has happened ?”

Ashika gathered courage and started telling



“Papa, as you might remember last month I went to Vineetha’s house for sleep over right ? Since she was not getting good marks and needed my help I could not say no.  When I went I didn’t see aunty there , apparently she went to her village and Prathap uncle didn’t come from office yet. I helped Vineetha in her studies and we closed our books and started chatting about general stuff in her room. We were sitting on her bed

After a while uncle came to our room. After seeing her papa, Vineetha got up from bed and jumped on her papa. Uncle lifted her up and started kissing her all over her face. I felt little bit weird the way they were kissing each other. After few minutes she got down and looking at me told “Ashika.. papa gives very good hug.. get one from him.. anyway papa is not new to you right?”

Papa, I knew , we all knew him since many years, so I didn’t hesitate to give him a hug even though I didn’t like the way he kissed his daughter.

I got up from bed and walked upto uncle. He lifted my chin up and said “cutie.. you are looking so beautiful in this floral pink gown. You tell Vineetha how to look this beautiful”.

Papa, all these years uncle never looked at me like that and talked to me like that. There is drastic change in him in recent past. Now I can even get alcohol smell from him. With lot of hesitation, I accepted his hug. But immediately I moved back and sat on the bed.

Uncle and Vineetha settled on the sofa. Vineetha sitting on his lap and he groping her all over her body which I couldn’t tolerate at all. Vineetha is enjoying it. The kind of language they are using in their conversation is unbearable to me.

Since I knew them since so many years I tolerated their behaviour.  But I was stunned when Vineetha told this

“Aishu.. papa would be happy if you also join me and sit on his lap and have some conversation with him”

I couldn’t believe she could talk like that. If I have not seen their kissing, groping I wouldn’t have felt bad to sit on his lap as a respectable uncle that he is I don’t have any reason to reject that idea. In fact he used to buy me also many toys few years before.  But now its different

I was hesitating..

Uncle also asked me “Aishu.. why are you so much thinking about such small matters.. don’t you like this uncle ? why you treat me like a bad uncle”

I couldn’t say no any more. I got up and sat on his lap. On one thigh Vineetha, on another I was sitting.. with our backs to him. Slowly uncle’s hand was going here and there. I politely pushed away his hand. Papa, at that time, the kind of agony I faced no girl should face. Uncle used to be  a nice gentle man , giving him hug and sitting in his lap was not an issue at all. But he is now druck and also doing all dirty things to his daughter who is in fact encouraging her papa.

This is all a new world to me. New experience.. unfortunately not a pleasant one. His other hand cupped her small tits and started pressing them.. one after another. She is spreading her legs apart and offering herself to her papa who was rubbing and massaging her inner thighs..

Papa, I am so sorry, being a daughter to such a nice loving papa like you I cant tell any more. I will shorten the whole thing and leave the details to your imagination. 



After few minutes, I got up and sat on the bed. Now I can see she is slowly jumping up and down on his lap. I turned my head away. I could hear some moans and soon uncle roared big time and fell back silent.  Vineetha quietly got up from his lap and went to bathroom. Uncle was looking at me.. with his member exposed.. I looked at other side. After Vineetha came back from bathroom, he went to his room

I was not all happy with my friend. She understood my situation and told “Aishu.. whatever you may think, this is a pleasure I couldn’t say no.. papa introduced me to this new experience. As a young girl you will also feel good, I am not saying you to try out, but all I am saying is I am liking it. I didn’t want to hear all that crap and turned off the light and we went to sleep

After a while I could see Vineetha getting up and going to her papa’s room and soon I could hear the moans from their room. You don’t need to be rocket scientist to know whats happening.  It was hard for me to get sleep amidst all this crap.

The moans stopped but my friend didn’t come to our room yet. After 10 minutes, I saw uncle coming to my room. I was shocked.. he was stark naked, he switched on the lights, came to bed and slept on the bed next to me. I was pushing him away and shouting at him to go away.. but he was still drunk and he was trying to push his thing on my thighs, buttocks.. the commotion became wild and soon Vineetha heard and came to our room and was shocked to her papa naked and trying abuse me.

I started crying seeing Vineetha and shouted at her that this is all because of her. She climbed on the bed and started slapping her papa and shouting “papa , leave her.. or else you will never be able to touch me.. “




Uncle came to senses and somehow he didn’t like those words.. he got up and took Vineetha in his arms and threw her on sofa and lifting her legs… his hard on… as an animal he took care of himself and then left.. while leaving he said one thing to me “Aishu.. I am giving you one month time. By then you and my daughter together must make me happy, or else I wont be this polite”. He left to his room

I and Vineetha cried all night

After this incident has happened, I was in a dilemna whether to tell you about this or not. I didn’t have the courage to reveal this to you. But soon, within a week, uncle had heart attack and died. It was so sudden, he was all along healthy but then this sudden heart attack. Vineetha was unconsolable. Because of her situation, I couldn’t tell you this since a month. Now I thought I shouldn’t keep this secret any longer. Sorry papa for getting into that kind of situation.. it was my fault to trust people”

Ashika completed the narration

Ashoka was stunned.. not because his daughter was abused by Prathap. But because he died within a week of sudden heart attack. Suddenly he recollected the points mentioned in the envelope written by Swami ji

2.      If anyone that she doesn’t like try to force her, then that person will die within a week.

That means whatever Swami ji mentioned is going to happen ? 




Will my dearest daughter’s life will get devastated ? what will happen to me seeing all this happening to Aishu ?

His mind went blank.

Even though he told his wife about this long back, she had written of it as a trash !!!!

But after hearing  Ashika’s narration, one thing is very clear, this is not a trash any more..

He looked at his loving daughter one more time... 



has the "decease" caught  her already ?

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Amrutha




Ashika

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On Sunday morning, Amrutha got into kitchen to make some food for her husband and daughter. She gets time only on Sunday to cook, that’s why she never misses the opportunity to cook on Sundays. The maid Komali helps her in cutting vegetables, washing utensils. While cooking, Amrutha likes to chat with Komali as maids have this habit of not hiding any secret, she would tell how romantic her husband is blah blah.. but unfortunately her husband and daughter stay in the village while Komali works in city and sends money to them, as education, rent is expensive in city



“madam, I need some 20000 rupees extra in addition to the regular salary”

“Komali, you never asked for extra money so far, why suddenly you are asking now ?”

There was silence from Komali for some time. Amrutha asked her again “what happened, why are you dull ?”

Komali with a sad tone said “madam.. my daughter Valli is not well”

“oh really ? what happened ?”

Again silence..

“tell me Komali.. is everything alright with Valli ?”

Komali gathered her composure and said “madam, this world is not for soft girls like Valli. She is a soft target for many men in the village. I can tolerate if some hungry boys and mad uncles stare at her and scan her beauty. What happened last week was cruel.. no girl should undergo that kind of torture..agony”

Amrutha was stunned, she looked at Komali, held her hands and asked “what happened Komali ? What happened to Valli ? she is such an adorable cute girl. Anyone tortured her ? tell me Komali”



“madam.. I will tell you since you are such a kind person and helped our family many times. Valli had faced an unfortunate and unimaginable torture, but god is kind, next day itself god gave punishment to that goonda and took away his life. He met with an accident and died on the spot”

“really ? tell me full story”

Komali started telling

Madam, I will tell whatever Valli told me.. two days back I went to village after getting call from my husband, Valli was in hospital and this is what she told me



Yesterday  after sch ool, I was walking back home carrying my books. There was another girl in the class next to mine. Her uncle used to come on a bicycle every day to take her home.

That day, as her uncle was about to take her away on the bicycle, he asked me, "Where do you live? I see you every day; you walk past our house constantly. Doesn't anyone come to pick you up?"

I told him where I lived. He remarked, "Oh, that’s quite far away. Why don't you come with me? I can drop you off at your house on my bicycle."

For me simply owning a bicycle was a big deal. When he offered to drop me such a long distance away on it, I felt tempted. However, I hesitated to answer, wondering why I should go with a complete stranger. Just as he was about to leave, saying, "If you're too scared, that's up to you—we're leaving," I hurriedly said...

"I'll come," I said.

He seated the other girl on the back carrier, placed me on the front crossbar of the bicycle, and we set off.

Because I was sitting on the front crossbar and holding my books—resting them on the bicycle's handlebars—I ended up sitting quite far back on that bar. As he pedalled, the friction of his thighs rubbing against mine made me feel a strange sensation. Moreover, because I was sitting behind him, he had to lean forward to pedal, causing his chest to press and rub against my back. Until that day, I had never experienced the touch of a man. Somehow, we reached their house in about eight to ten minutes. He dropped the girl off, turned to me, and asked, "By the way, what is your name? You never told me."

"You didn't ask me my name," I replied, telling him it was Valli.

Looking at his niece, he said, "Tell mother I’m dropping Valli off at her house and then heading straight to a friend's place, so I’ll be back tonight." With that, he sped off on the bicycle.

As we zoomed along, I felt like I was floating on air.

Suddenly, the bicycle veered off the main road onto a side path. Alarmed, I asked, "Why are we going this way? My house isn't in this direction."

"I know, Valli... this is a shortcut."

"There are mango orchards and such this way... taking this route saves a lot of distance," he said, steering his bicycle forward along the dirt track.

As we went along, the path narrowed until it became nothing more than a slender footpath. The entire area was desolate—a dense forest filled with a silence so profound it felt unsettling, almost frightening.

There wasn't a soul in sight; the trees had grown thick and tangled, creating a truly intimidating atmosphere.

He stopped the bicycle near a cluster of dense bushes. Frightened, I asked, "Why are you stopping here?"

"Oh, nothing, I just stopped to relieve myself. By the way... why are you still carrying those books? The carrier at the back is empty now, isn't it? Hand them over; if we put them there, your arms won't ache." Without waiting for my reply, he reached beneath the books I was clutching to my chest and took them from my hands.

As he reached for the books and slid his hands underneath, his fingers pressed firmly against my bosom, digging into my chest.

Overcome by the natural shyness and panic of a young girl, I instinctively let go of the books; some fell into his hands, while others tumbled to the ground.

"Oh dear... why the panic?" As he placed the books from his hands onto the bicycle's rear carrier and turned back to gather the rest, I bent down and began picking up the scattered books one by one; meanwhile, he just stood there by the bicycle, watching me...



Why are you just standing there after knocking all my books to the ground? As he stared intently at me, saying, "Come, help me sort out my books," I looked down at myself. Since my mother always stitched my clothes loosely to accommodate my growing body, the loose blouse I was wearing sagged forward; my budding breasts—still small like apples—were fully exposed to his view, nipples and all. Startled, I instantly clutched the books I was holding against my chest and stood up straight.



Smiling, he came over and gathered the remaining books one by one. Finally, as he reached for the books in my hands, he deliberately pressed his hands against my breasts—a touch I could clearly feel—before taking the books away. He placed them on his bicycle carrier, took a couple of steps aside, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his manhood. Turning sideways so I could see, he began to urinate in a strong, hissing stream.

It was the first time in my life I had ever seen a man's private part; it was thick and long, standing erect like a sweet potato. The tip looked reddish, rounded, and glistening with moisture. Because there was very little distance between us, I could see it all with startling clarity.

My throat went dry, and a strange anxiety washed over me; I could feel my heart pounding wildly. I was gripped by fear, yet at the same time... A sense of suspense, filled with indefinable, strange desires...

He finished urinating; holding his manhood, he shook it up and down to flick off the last few drops.

I stared at his manhood, mesmerized, forgetting even to blink.

He turned towards me without a shred of shame or hesitation, as if this were the most normal thing in the world; his manhood was still exposed in his hands.

Regaining my senses—though I was in a state where I hardly knew what I was saying—I blurted out, "Ew... ew... ew... why are you walking around like that? Put it away."

He smiled faintly and began taking steps toward me.

I stepped backward, filled with fear.

In a single bound, he lunged at me, grabbed me in an embrace, and pressed his erect manhood firmly between my thighs.

Strangely, his manhood was pressing directly against my crotch, right between my thighs.

I was terrified; tears streamed down my face.

"Don't do anything to me... please... let me go... I want to go home," I sobbed.

"Shh... you shouldn't cry like that. You're saying this out of ignorance, but once you taste the pleasure in this... you'll come looking for me, wanting it again and again," I said... Unexpectedly, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the midst of some dense bushes.

By the time I realized what was happening, I found myself lying on soft bedding amidst the bushes. He laid me down and positioned himself over me; his manhood was pressing hard against my thighs, feeling as rigid as a crowbar. It seemed he had made prior arrangements to create a comfortable spot for lying down there. As I wept, he snapped at me sternly, "Look, if you keep crying like this, I’m actually going to fuck you."

Terrified, I instantly stopped the sobbing and hiccupping that had gripped me until then.

Then, planting a kiss on my cheek, he said, "Valli, you're a good girl... look here... if you stay just like this for five minutes, you'll understand exactly what I'm about to do." Unexpectedly, he cupped my face in his hands and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. "See? This is called a kiss. Have you ever seen your mom and dad kissing like this?" Saying this, he kissed my lips even more firmly and for a longer time...

My heart was pounding—a mix of fear and anticipation... Yet, alongside that fear, I felt a certain desire and a curiosity about what would happen next. He began trying to part my lips and slip his tongue into my mouth...

The fear hadn't left me yet; I kept my lips tightly pressed together. Gently and tenderly, he said, "Part your lips, Valli... If you keep them clamped shut like that, how will you taste the sweetness of the kiss?" He said...

As if under a spell, I parted my lips... and instantly, his tongue slid into my mouth.

His tongue swirled within mine... and slowly, I began to lose control of my body.

I lost track of time as he kissed me... nor did I realize when my arms had wrapped themselves around him.

By the time I regained my senses, my blouse had been pushed all the way up, leaving my breasts completely bare; his hands were firmly cupping them from the base and kneading them gently—a sensation where a sweet kind of ache mingled with pleasure, intoxicating me further. As that heady pleasure washed over my entire body, I opened my heavy, dazed eyes, broke away from the kiss, and—looking slowly into his eyes—asked, "What are you doing to me?"

"Don't you know what I'm doing to you? I'm giving you a taste of the pleasure of fucking," he said, adding, "Tell me the truth... how does it feel when I kiss you like this and gently knead your breasts?" He asked...

 

"I don't know... but my whole body feels intoxicated and overwhelmed with a strange sensation," I said.

"That’s exactly what I’m asking—how does it feel when your body is overcome by that intoxication?" he asked.

"It feels wonderful... being crushed in your hands like this... feeling that intoxication spread through my body... I feel like staying in your grasp forever, letting that intoxicating feeling grow even stronger," I said, blushing deeply.

"That’s the spirit... now you’re finally on my wavelength... just wait and see," he said. As he moved slightly down my body, he suddenly took my left breast fully into his mouth; swirling his tongue around the nipple, he gently nibbled at it with his teeth. At that, I let out sweet, low moans—"Sss... ah... mmm... ah... what are you doing?... mmm... ah... oh my... it feels so good... mmm"—and, dazed with pleasure, I pressed his face even closer against my breasts.

As he buried his face in my breasts—taking my right breast fully into his mouth, gently nibbling at it with his teeth, while his other hand softly kneaded my left breast—I moaned softly, "Ah... mmm... sss... ah... oh God..." and, in a haze of pleasure, pressed him even closer against my body.

 

Just then, he lifted my hips and pulled down my panties; I raised my waist to help him remove them. In an instant, the panties slipped off and fell away.

While still sucking on my breasts, he stripped off all his own clothes. Seeing him lie naked and completely bare upon me stirred a strange, intense desire deep within me. I had only ever seen small children naked before, but seeing a grown man naked and lying on top of me didn't make me feel shy; instead, intense sexual desires surged through my body, shaking me to the core.

He lay upon me, his eyes heavy with intoxication—as if he were dead drunk—and as he moved to claim me and take my womanhood, I remained spellbound, gazing at his naked body.

Disregarding my feelings or emotions, he played with my body exactly as he pleased.

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Valli

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Komali ... In stage 1 burning with desires . Biten by her daughter.. now the network is growing with Valli, Ashika, Tarun in first order and Komali, Saroja in second order

First order means those who are direct victiims of the nature (as written by Swamiji)

Second order means those who have come in sexual contact with first order victims

Stage 1 means initial stage of burning with intensive sexual desires and sexual suggestions, rubs, kisses etc but no penetration

Stage 2 means penetration and extreme sexual activities

Stage 3 means death. because of any reasons mentioned by Swamiji

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Tarun - Saroja

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Saroja (widow) getting ready for her son

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why only few couples got hit by this "decease" ?  Simple. Even Swamiji does not know.

Husband must have impregnated a girl before her wedding

Or

Wife must have been impregnated before her wedding

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Since all of the parents involved in pre marital sex, all of them are young


Young moms