My name is Myra Malai. I am 19 years old and I live in the city. I had decided to take a break from the city life. We have an old acquaintance named Neelima. I call her Neelima Aunty, and to spend my vacation, I have come to Nilima's aunt's house in our village, away from the city. There was a hush-hush that the village holds many secrets. It was very strange that Neelima's aunt’s village, which was named "Paankpada," had...

The environment of this village is quite peaceful, the weather is pollution-free, and the air and water are sufficiently clean. After staying for two or three days, I have felt the effect of the weather and air on myself. My appearance, youth, and charm seem to have blossomed even more, and my beauty and glow seem to have increased. Just like most houses in the village, Aunt Neelima's house was quite big, with a courtyard...

Excited and titillated, I nodded in the affirmative. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with a tender, hungry gaze that sent shivers down my spine. She gathered my hair at the base of my nape into a loose ponytail held by the clutch of her hand, the silky strands slipping through her fingers as she tugged gently. She kissed me again, and this time again, our tongues intertwined, and I liked the way she was sucking it. She...

The secrets of the village seemed to be unraveling before me, and I was eager to learn more about the world I had been invited to become a part of. But wait! I remember that Aunt Neelima said that my mother, Deepa, had sent me here so that I may trace my roots, but what just happened here was purely sexual. Did my mother know about this all along, or did she not? If not, then what should I tell her? Again, the door was pu...

Our vending and selling continued. Our spot seemed to be a little more crowded than the rest. I realized that most men were gathering around to stare at me. I quietly appreciated Aunt Neelima's strategy to attract customers by bringing a beautiful girl like me with her and, that too, dressing me only in a saree, keeping my hair open. Aunt Neelima is a savvy businesswoman. She understands that my beauty, combined with the...

As the reality of the night ahead settled in, I could not help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. "Auntie," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if it hurts?" Aunt Neelima leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "It might," she admitted, "but only for a moment. The pleasure that follows is unlike anything you have ever felt. And remember, I will be with you. I will make sure he is as gentle as...

The weight of her words fell upon me, and I gazed into my mother's eyes, searching for reassurance. Her eyes were fixed, and she squeezed my hand softly. "You are strong, Myra," she said softly, "and you are loved. I know this because I was a young woman of Paankpara once. I loved the freedom it offered and I did not want you to be deprived of it" Buriya led the patron in and closed the door behind us, leaving us in the h...