Intense Desires...

Man To Be Soon...

I shook my head and nodded. She stood up, walked around the table, grabbed my hand in hers, and helped me to my feet. I embraced her in my arms and softly kissed her on the lips before hugging her passionately. I was as tough as a rock, and I knew she sensed it. "This can go as far as you want," she remarked as she stepped back and seized both of my hands. You're young, yet something about you, something in your eyes, draws me in like a moth to a flame. "

"Are you saying..." I asked.

I didn't answer the question. She took me to her bedroom with a nod of her head. My heart was beating and I was trembling like a leaf. Beyond the material from the books, I had no idea what to do, but she had been married and widowed. She'd be able to tell you exactly what to do. At least, that's what I hoped. It would not be good if I was supposed to know what to do. When we arrived in the bedroom, she locked the door behind us. The queen-sized bed was highlighted by light filtered through the gauze drape. I was dragged into the restroom by Alisha.

"You're dripping wet. Let's get you cleaned up," she dictated to me.

She turned back to me after turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. As I lifted my arms, she tenderly kissed me and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. She placed her hands on my smooth chest and ran them up and down my body a few times before finally halting at my belt. She unbuttoned my jeans, unbuckled my belt, and yanked them down. She took my socks off one by one as I stepped out of my jeans. I was at knife's edge, standing there in my white underpants, in a circumstance I had never been in before.

"Are you sure?" she said as she stood up and looked me in the eyes.

I attempted to say yes, but I couldn't seem to find the words. I agreed, and she reached for the waistband of my underpants, but I backed away just as she was about to pull them down. I chickened out. I pushed her hard and ran away from there.

She tried to stop me many a time, but I just panicked and I didn’t want to be there, not right now at least. I hurriedly put on my clothes and shoes and tried to find my socks but didn’t see them, so I left them there. She tried to persuade me a lot to be there. Initially, she was requesting, but then her requests turned into screams and threats. The more she talked, the more I drew away from her.

“Ashvani, you can’t do this to me? You can’t leave me hanging? I’m sorry if I wronged you in any way. I am requesting it from you. I will pay money. A lot of money if you want. " She bragged about many things, offered valuables, and even threatened me. But I didn’t stop there.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be telling anyone this. " And I ran away from there. I knew, somehow, she had made a mistake which she was most afraid of (What if Ashvani disclosed this to someone? After all, he is just a teenager.) and I had some part in it, not as equal to her. But being a man (Man to be Soon!!!), it is my responsibility that this secret of hers doesn’t come out. Otherwise, this society will ruin her life and will make it impossible to live in this world (Society).

With my assuring words somehow, she was able to catch her breath and asked-“What should I tell your mom when she comes back to pick you up?”

“Tell her that I left for the party from here,” I replied.

“She will be furious that you didn’t inform her and go straight up there to the party.” She remarked.

“She would be more if we tell….?” I quipped.

I gazed into her eyes, which were not able to match mine. I left from there. Many things erupted inside me. As I was walking down the street to Yamini’s house (which was very far away from here), I vowed to myself. I would never ever again fall into such a trap. I just escaped a child-abuse instance. Well, I don’t consider myself a child, but still, there have been reports of many children around the globe facing the same circumstances (that we usually read and see on the news). I never believed such things, but now I believe everything.

Mostly it is considered that child abuse can happen only to females, but no, it can happen to any gender. I wanted to scream and talk to someone about it, but this time it was certainly not the right thing to do. Yes, we were taught "Good Touch, Bad Touch" in our school. But I never imagined even in my dreams that such a thing would happen to me. If this could happen to me, it could happen to anybody. I almost reached Ritvik's house but did not go inside. I sat in the park before drinking some cold water from the temple.

My nerves were getting down. I am coming back to normal, but the moments with Alisha flash again. I didn't know how to deal with it, and was trying my best. One thing was running up and down, so that my parents couldn't see me in that state. Obviously, my mother is no less than Detective Vyomkesh Bakshi or Sherlock Holmes. I was more worried than Alisha because maybe I could keep it away from the world, but how could I keep it away from Sherlock Holmes at our home? It was giving me more sweat. Finally, I prayed to Shri Sai and asked him to watch over me and give me the strength that I could keep this secret to myself.

"Now everything is in your hands. If you want me to get punished, then punish me. I always believed, good or bad, that everything happens due to your will. Please don't let anything bad happen to Alisha.. er... Mrs. Sood. Please, Shri Sai, please help me. " I requested. No, I begged.