Meenakshi, tell me what to do! Tell me what to do, I’m going crazy. I will wait for you mail. Reply soon please.
Love,
Riya
I finally understood everything! Reading this mail, however, made me really horny and I jerked off in front of the computer. Then, I heard my sister’s footsteps. I hurriedly, turned off the computer and ran to my room.
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“Riyaaaa! What the fuck have you done!” My father growled in the hall.
“My god, my god! You’ve destroyed our family. Naak katwa diya hamara!”
My father was returning from his tour the same evening when I read that mail. Out of fear, I had forgotten to close the tab before turning off the PC’s screen. After dinner, my father wanted to spend some time on the computer because they were going to make computers compulsory at his workplace. So, he wanted to practice. But the first thing he saw, was that mail. It was my fault. My stupidity that landed my sister in this big trouble. Anyway, they couldn’t have hidden it for any longer. It was only a matter of time before a bump started to appear on my sister’s belly.
“Riyaa, come here! Kartar Singh, come here. I will kill you both! Haye, Shakuntla, look at your daughter. What has she done! What has she done, Shakuntla!”
“Papa! What happened?” My sister walked towards the hall with her feet trembling.
“What happened? I read your fucking mail. Besharam ladki!”
“Papa. I…”
“Shut the fuck up! Call Kartar Singh, I will kill him today.” My father walked to his room in anger and brought out his pistol. When he came back to the hall, Kartar Singh was standing there, fully drunk.
“Madarchod, I left you here to take care of my kids. And this is what you do?” My father pointed the pistol at him.
“Sirjee, maaf kardo, sorry ji!”
“Sorry? I will kill you madarchod!”
But as my father walked towards him, my sister came in between.
“Papa, papa, no. I love him. I love him!” She begged.
My father pushed her but she kept clinging on.
“You whore, I will kill you too. Is this how you respect your mother?”
My father pointed the gun towards her. I stood in the corner, terrified. He was about to pull the trigger when Kartar Singh leaped over him and got him down on the floor. He took the pistol from him and pointed.
“Get up. Sit on the sofa. Sit on the sofa, penchod!”
My father didn’t get up. Kartar Singh shot in the air and pointed at him again.
“Get up!”
“Kartar Singh, I won’t spare you!”
The drunk old man shot another one in the air and yelled at my father.
My sister then got up and she hugged Kartar Singh from behind.
“Don’t do it Kartar ji! Stop!”
She started kissing his cheeks and slowly took her hand towards his.
“Get away, slut! I told you not to do this! Why the fuck did you get pregnant?” He pushed her back.
My dad tried to get up from the sofa but Kartar Singh kept the gun pointed at him. But such was his rage that, he got up and managed to grab hold of the gun. Kartar Singh was drunk and got startled with such quickness.
Papa had almost pulled the trigger when my sister jumped back again. She wrapped her body around Kartar Singh’s and shouted.