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Rise and demise of “Resolution No.1” (Between Me and my 'Cousin-Aunt '.E7)
Ep7. Rise and demise of “Resolution No.1”
Priyanka was standing by the door.
“I thought something was wrong since you took long, can we have lunch?”
I nodded.
She served me lunch in the same room, since grandma was already disturbed by the fact that I was not well. As my heartbeats settled to normal, guilt started to poke its head. I pondered upon the stupidity I had just committed. I degraded myself for my perverse thoughts. I was harbouring illicit thoughts about an innocent woman who considers me like her son. One who waited for me to eat. One who gave me company at lunch. I decided never to entertain such feelings about her as I ate the food. Taste was fading away die to sickness. Yet, I felt like I was at home again. I felt I was back with my immediate family…back, with my “Priyanka chechi”.
We talked a lot, about several interesting things we never shared in those two long years…my school life, plans after 10th, Aadhi’s mischiefs, about uncle, about grandma. It felt like I was relieved after the lunch. Like my head regaining it’s blood flow. Like a huge burden was taken down from it…That evening, I slept peacefully.
When I woke up, Priyanka was laying beside me. It was raining heavily outside, the room was cold and cozy. I felt an urge to urinate, I tiptoed into washroom so as not to awaken her. I peed. Returning back, I saw the bucket with clothes for laundry. I remembered my resolution, and determined not to look at them again. I washed my hands and came out. Priyanka woke up hearing the door slamming. In fact, I forgot about her sleeping in the bed while I returned since my mind was getting disturbed again after seeing her used clothes. She woke up, stretched her arms to tie up hair and said:
“ You woke up, let me prepare tea for you.”
I was puzzled. I found that women raiding their hands to adjust their hair into a messy bun is a huge turn-on for me. And if they are keeping eye contact while doing it, it gets difficult for me to maintain eye-contact with them. She didn’t seem to notice my erection. I hid it by walking sideways into my side of the bed as she moved out of the room. My demons had declared a war by then. Whatever solace I felt earlier, melted down and the cravings were getting even worser.
(Girl's, don't try this with faint-hearted boys like me, its too cruel.)
I carefully looked out whether anyone was approaching. I slided my hand ,smoothly caressing the side of the bed she was laying. It was an extreme relief. I was getting confused, aroused, and disappointed all at the same moment. I felt the urge to walk back into the bathroom. I checked whether anyone was coming back. I slowly got up from the bed to close the door to the room. It had a creaking sound, so if in case someone comes in, I get alarmed. That was my plan. I closed the door, tiptoed towards washroom. As soon as I touched the doorknob, the door opened behind me. It was Priyanka again.
She said she came in to take away clothes for the laundry. I felt that she understood something was wrong. I pretended to walk across the room, and I was not going into the washroom.
She said:
“You might be bored. Staying inside the room. I know it’s difficult, but hope you understood the situation.”
I was visibly disturbed whether she would notice any discrepancy in the position of clothes. I couldn’t focus on the conversation, so I simply nodded. That day, she didn’t do the laundry and I grew more frightened. I felt the distance growing between us once again. I tried to eavesdrop her conversations with my uncle to know whether there’s anything about me. Since it was raining, I couldn’t make it. With a heavy heart full of guilt and fear, I slept that night. I was alone, she slept in grandma’s room that night. It was an exceptionally unpredictable weather those days. Even after the slightly rainy evening, the summer season reclaimed it’s fair share of hot nights and sunny mornings.
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Priyanka was standing by the door.
“I thought something was wrong since you took long, can we have lunch?”
I nodded.
She served me lunch in the same room, since grandma was already disturbed by the fact that I was not well. As my heartbeats settled to normal, guilt started to poke its head. I pondered upon the stupidity I had just committed. I degraded myself for my perverse thoughts. I was harbouring illicit thoughts about an innocent woman who considers me like her son. One who waited for me to eat. One who gave me company at lunch. I decided never to entertain such feelings about her as I ate the food. Taste was fading away die to sickness. Yet, I felt like I was at home again. I felt I was back with my immediate family…back, with my “Priyanka chechi”.
We talked a lot, about several interesting things we never shared in those two long years…my school life, plans after 10th, Aadhi’s mischiefs, about uncle, about grandma. It felt like I was relieved after the lunch. Like my head regaining it’s blood flow. Like a huge burden was taken down from it…That evening, I slept peacefully.
When I woke up, Priyanka was laying beside me. It was raining heavily outside, the room was cold and cozy. I felt an urge to urinate, I tiptoed into washroom so as not to awaken her. I peed. Returning back, I saw the bucket with clothes for laundry. I remembered my resolution, and determined not to look at them again. I washed my hands and came out. Priyanka woke up hearing the door slamming. In fact, I forgot about her sleeping in the bed while I returned since my mind was getting disturbed again after seeing her used clothes. She woke up, stretched her arms to tie up hair and said:
“ You woke up, let me prepare tea for you.”
I was puzzled. I found that women raiding their hands to adjust their hair into a messy bun is a huge turn-on for me. And if they are keeping eye contact while doing it, it gets difficult for me to maintain eye-contact with them. She didn’t seem to notice my erection. I hid it by walking sideways into my side of the bed as she moved out of the room. My demons had declared a war by then. Whatever solace I felt earlier, melted down and the cravings were getting even worser.
(Girl's, don't try this with faint-hearted boys like me, its too cruel.)
I carefully looked out whether anyone was approaching. I slided my hand ,smoothly caressing the side of the bed she was laying. It was an extreme relief. I was getting confused, aroused, and disappointed all at the same moment. I felt the urge to walk back into the bathroom. I checked whether anyone was coming back. I slowly got up from the bed to close the door to the room. It had a creaking sound, so if in case someone comes in, I get alarmed. That was my plan. I closed the door, tiptoed towards washroom. As soon as I touched the doorknob, the door opened behind me. It was Priyanka again.
She said she came in to take away clothes for the laundry. I felt that she understood something was wrong. I pretended to walk across the room, and I was not going into the washroom.
She said:
“You might be bored. Staying inside the room. I know it’s difficult, but hope you understood the situation.”
I was visibly disturbed whether she would notice any discrepancy in the position of clothes. I couldn’t focus on the conversation, so I simply nodded. That day, she didn’t do the laundry and I grew more frightened. I felt the distance growing between us once again. I tried to eavesdrop her conversations with my uncle to know whether there’s anything about me. Since it was raining, I couldn’t make it. With a heavy heart full of guilt and fear, I slept that night. I was alone, she slept in grandma’s room that night. It was an exceptionally unpredictable weather those days. Even after the slightly rainy evening, the summer season reclaimed it’s fair share of hot nights and sunny mornings.
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