Forbidden Passion: A Tale of Intimacy and Desire in Ujjain

The perfect chance came during a family tragedy. A relative passed away, and our parents left for three days, entrusting me to Didi’s care. It was winter, the kind of cold that makes you crave warmth, and I knew this was my moment. That morning, I watched her bathe again, my desire spilling over as I imagined her in my arms. We spent the day together, laughing over breakfast, watching TV, our conversations growing bolder, more intimate. She teased me about girlfriends, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“None yet, Didi,” I grinned, “but I’ve got big plans.”

She laughed, swatting my arm. “You’re getting naughtier by the day, Ashu.”

The air between us crackled, and I felt it—she was letting her guard down. After lunch, we moved to my house to play computer games. While I stepped out to shoo away a nosy neighbor, Didi explored my laptop. When I returned, my heart stopped. She’d found my secret folder—the one filled with adult films I’d collected in my reckless curiosity.

“Ashu, what *is* this?” she asked, her tone a mix of shock and something else—curiosity, maybe?