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Finally, Caught by her.( Between Me and my 'Cousin-Aunt '.E10)
Ep10. Finally, Caught by her.
That night, since I was not sick anymore, I was forced by grandma to sleep in her room. Once again, I realized my sleepless nights have begun. I remembered what Priyanka did the other day. I slowly tiptoed my way into the hall,silently closing the door behind.
I sat on sofa, slowly rested my head ,but I couldn’t sleep. I felt sorry for being angry with Priyanka earlier that day. I restlessly readjusted my posture. Finally I got up, slowly walked to Priyanka’s room. I slowly opened the creaking door, trying not to awaken her. She was fast asleep. I could see her closed eyes in dim moonlight and the reflections of night city. I moved to the side to confirm she was sleeping. I touched her leg, and begged pardon. I requested my sleeping aunt not to take anything I told to her that evening seriously. I used to act this apologetic gesture to my sleeping mother whenever I shouted at her. I glanced her face in dim moonlight. It was calm and placid, yet mysteriously hiding sorrows within.
I slowly moved out of the room, with a mind satiated from haunting problem. I sat back at sofa. I was not feeling sleepy. Then, the days cricket match poked my mind. I didn’t even see the score. I could use Cellone message feature in Nokia 1100,but then it could cost me 2 rupees. Once, when I did it, my father acted as of I put my entire family to some debt we would never recover from. He didn’t even talked to me for a few days until that years result was published.
So I dare never use my phone SMS service. I had a strong urge to watch re-telecast of match. So I carefully connected television without producing sound. I couldn’t manage the initial sound of the first channel. It was some cartoon channel and I feared the sound would awaken anyone in the house. I acted in nick of time to press MUTE button. I changed into sport channel, but it was NBA match being telecasted. Then u searched for news channels, so that I could at least find the scores of cricket match. The channel number was different from the one in my house, there were lot more channels but I couldn’t find what I searched for. As I went past them, I was stunned by the visuals in one channel. It was what I ever wished to see back in my house. I relaxed back in the sofa, I couldn’t help but rub and stroke my manhood. I forgot about cricket result, and was so lost in moment when a hand grasped my shoulders.
I was frightened and I turned my head.
“What are you doing Abhi?”
I felt the earth under me was getting shattered. I covered myself somehow so that I don’t flash my private parts before my aunt.
I knew that she knew what I was doing. She had already seen what I did. I couldn’t process what just happened. The muted TV was going ON in the background. I messed it up and pressed MUTE instead of POWER button, both were adjacent buttons of remote. Priyanka grabbed remote from my hand and switched the TV off before it woke up Aadhi or grandma.
She asked the same question again. I couldn’t utter a word. Conscience was pricking me harder. My mouth went dry. I felt I would die that moment. My fingers were trembling, eyes repeatedly blinking. She remained there, I could sense anger in her voice, her eyes were strongly gazing mine. I saw my mother in her. I saw my mother’s reaction when she heard of my story around Mahima from my tuition teacher. Perhaps, Priyanka’s reaction was some more intense. She was sternly peering at my face. I didn’t knew when I started crying. I collapsed near her feet with tear stained cheeks. My hands were shivering still. Again I thought what would happen if she spoke of this incident to my parents, or worser to my uncle or grandma. I was shattered.
She went back to her room. I didn’t know what to do. I stayed laying on the floor for a while, and then rose up, sat on the sofa and wept. I couldn’t sleep that night. I returned to my grandma’s room at five o clock.
I kept on thinking the entire night. Maybe she will talk about this tomorrow, maybe she will sent me back home, maybe she was awake when I went to her room… I cursed myself. I thought about jumping from the seventh floor next morning, like they do in movies. But I didn’t think more about suicide, I was afraid to die. I started to find justifications. I never harmed anyone. I never forced anyone…moreover I could decline if any allegation rises up, there was no proof that i watched obscenity that night. And I felt somewhat relieved. In b-grade plots, such an incident actually incites fire for making the next move.
That was the most light-hearted and solely satisfying excuse I came up with after hours of overthinking.
© loop
That night, since I was not sick anymore, I was forced by grandma to sleep in her room. Once again, I realized my sleepless nights have begun. I remembered what Priyanka did the other day. I slowly tiptoed my way into the hall,silently closing the door behind.
I sat on sofa, slowly rested my head ,but I couldn’t sleep. I felt sorry for being angry with Priyanka earlier that day. I restlessly readjusted my posture. Finally I got up, slowly walked to Priyanka’s room. I slowly opened the creaking door, trying not to awaken her. She was fast asleep. I could see her closed eyes in dim moonlight and the reflections of night city. I moved to the side to confirm she was sleeping. I touched her leg, and begged pardon. I requested my sleeping aunt not to take anything I told to her that evening seriously. I used to act this apologetic gesture to my sleeping mother whenever I shouted at her. I glanced her face in dim moonlight. It was calm and placid, yet mysteriously hiding sorrows within.
I slowly moved out of the room, with a mind satiated from haunting problem. I sat back at sofa. I was not feeling sleepy. Then, the days cricket match poked my mind. I didn’t even see the score. I could use Cellone message feature in Nokia 1100,but then it could cost me 2 rupees. Once, when I did it, my father acted as of I put my entire family to some debt we would never recover from. He didn’t even talked to me for a few days until that years result was published.
So I dare never use my phone SMS service. I had a strong urge to watch re-telecast of match. So I carefully connected television without producing sound. I couldn’t manage the initial sound of the first channel. It was some cartoon channel and I feared the sound would awaken anyone in the house. I acted in nick of time to press MUTE button. I changed into sport channel, but it was NBA match being telecasted. Then u searched for news channels, so that I could at least find the scores of cricket match. The channel number was different from the one in my house, there were lot more channels but I couldn’t find what I searched for. As I went past them, I was stunned by the visuals in one channel. It was what I ever wished to see back in my house. I relaxed back in the sofa, I couldn’t help but rub and stroke my manhood. I forgot about cricket result, and was so lost in moment when a hand grasped my shoulders.
I was frightened and I turned my head.
“What are you doing Abhi?”
I felt the earth under me was getting shattered. I covered myself somehow so that I don’t flash my private parts before my aunt.
I knew that she knew what I was doing. She had already seen what I did. I couldn’t process what just happened. The muted TV was going ON in the background. I messed it up and pressed MUTE instead of POWER button, both were adjacent buttons of remote. Priyanka grabbed remote from my hand and switched the TV off before it woke up Aadhi or grandma.
She asked the same question again. I couldn’t utter a word. Conscience was pricking me harder. My mouth went dry. I felt I would die that moment. My fingers were trembling, eyes repeatedly blinking. She remained there, I could sense anger in her voice, her eyes were strongly gazing mine. I saw my mother in her. I saw my mother’s reaction when she heard of my story around Mahima from my tuition teacher. Perhaps, Priyanka’s reaction was some more intense. She was sternly peering at my face. I didn’t knew when I started crying. I collapsed near her feet with tear stained cheeks. My hands were shivering still. Again I thought what would happen if she spoke of this incident to my parents, or worser to my uncle or grandma. I was shattered.
She went back to her room. I didn’t know what to do. I stayed laying on the floor for a while, and then rose up, sat on the sofa and wept. I couldn’t sleep that night. I returned to my grandma’s room at five o clock.
I kept on thinking the entire night. Maybe she will talk about this tomorrow, maybe she will sent me back home, maybe she was awake when I went to her room… I cursed myself. I thought about jumping from the seventh floor next morning, like they do in movies. But I didn’t think more about suicide, I was afraid to die. I started to find justifications. I never harmed anyone. I never forced anyone…moreover I could decline if any allegation rises up, there was no proof that i watched obscenity that night. And I felt somewhat relieved. In b-grade plots, such an incident actually incites fire for making the next move.
That was the most light-hearted and solely satisfying excuse I came up with after hours of overthinking.
© loop
