NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Update 1
The sun was a golden orb resting on the horizon, painting the sky a soft shade of orange and pink. The air was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and the faint sound of the temple bell ringing in the distance. It was a typical evening in the small, serene village of Mangaluru, untouched by the hustle and bustle of the city life.
Chintu sat in the back of the old, rickety auto-rickshaw, his tiny legs dangling over the edge.
He watched as his grandparents' house grew smaller in the distance, the white walls and red roof fading into the lush greenery of the fields. He sighed, his small chest deflating like a punctured balloon.
"You'll be fine, dear," his grandmother, Dadi, had reassured him earlier, her wrinkled hands cupping his face. "Suchi is a good girl. She'll take care of you."
Chintu had nodded, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. He loved his grandparents, but he knew they were getting too old to take care of him.
The village doctor had nodded in agreement, his stethoscope dangling around his neck like a gold chain. "He needs someone who can keep up with him," he'd said, ruffling Chintu's hair. "Someone younger, stronger."
Chintu waved back, his small hand fluttering in the air.
The auto-rickshaw rumbled down the dirt road, kicking up a cloud of dust behind it. Chintu squinted his eyes, using his tiny hand to shield them from the setting sun. He looked around, taking in the familiar sights of his village.
After a while, suddenly the Auto-rickshaw took a sharp turn, and a gust of wind swept through, ruffling Chintu's hair. He realized while he was thinking about all his past, he has reached bus stop.
Chintu took a deep breath and nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt. He climbed out of the auto-rickshaw, his tiny feet sinking into the dusty ground. He watched as the auto-rickshaw drove away, its red taillights fading into the distance.
He turned around and looked at the bus stop. It was a small, rundown shack with a thatched roof and a wooden bench. A few people were sitting on the bench, waiting for the bus.
They looked up as Chintu approached, their eyes widening in surprise. He was used to this reaction. His appearance always attracted stares and whispers.
"Little one, where are you going alone?" an elderly woman sitting on the bench asked, concern creasing her forehead.
"I'm going to meet my cousin sister-in-law" Chintu replied, his voice steady despite the flutter of nervousness in his stomach.
The elderly woman's eyes softened. "That's very nice. " She patted the spot next to her on the bench. "Sit here, child. The bus will be here soon."
Suddenly, the rumble of an engine could be heard in the distance. The elderly woman nudged Chintu gently. "Here comes your bus," she said, her voice warm.
Chintu's heart began to pound in his chest as the bus came into view. It was a large, yellow vehicle with the words "Mangaluru-Bengaluru" painted on the side. It pulled up to the bus stop with a hiss, the doors creaking open with a groan.
A stream of people began to file out, their faces weary from the journey. Chintu watched them, his eyes wide with wonder. He had never seen so many people in one place before.
Some of them were talking loudly on their phones, others were dragging heavy luggage behind them. A few even smelled like they hadn't showered in days, but Chintu just smiled, taking it all in. He loved people-watching; it was one of his favorite hobbies.
The bus conductor looked down at him, his eyes widening in surprise. "Where to, young man?" he asked, his voice gruff.
Chintu looked up at him, his voice steady despite the nervousness churning in his stomach. "Chintamanipuram, please."
The conductor raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking to the ticket machine. "That'll be two hundred rupees," he said, punching in the numbers.
Chintu fumbled in his pocket, his fingers closing around the crumpled note Dada had given him. Chintu settled down. In a matter of few hours, Bus reached Chintamanipuram Village.
He jumped off the bus, his little legs carrying him quickly. The backpack bounced on his back, and he could feel the weight of his sketchbook, heavy with possibilities.
"Chintu!" a familiar voice called out, and he turned to see Suchi waving at him, her face breaking into a wide smile. She was just as he remembered, her dark hair tied in a ponytail, her eyes sparkling with warmth. He waved back, a grin spreading across his face.
"Bhabi!" he called out, running towards her, his little legs moving as fast as they could.
Suchi laughed and opened her arms, catching him in a tight hug as he reached her. "You've grown, Chintu!" she exclaimed, looking down at him.
Chintu chuckled, "Not really, Bhabi. I'm still the same height." He stepped back, looking up at her. "You look different, though. Did you cut your hair?"
Suchi self-consciously touched her ponytail. "Yeah, I did. It was getting too long and hard to manage." She smiled, looking at him. "But enough about me, how was your journey? Did anyone bother you?"
"It was good", Chintu replied.
Chintu thinking, "The moment she hugged me I could only reach to her belly and the belly button. I smelled her sweats and the aroma sent a tingling sensation inside me. I suddenly felt a rush of blood in my penis. This was my first women touch in life in a way."
Chintu looked away, blushing at the memory.
Suchi laughed, ruffling his hair. "You're such a little charmer, Chintu. Come on, let's go. This is not a place to stand and chat."
She took his hand, leading him away from the bus stop. Chintu looked around, taking in the new sights. The village was different from Mangaluru, smaller, and quieter. The houses were closer together, and the roads were narrower, but the greenery was just as lush.
In a while they reached Suchi's house. It was small village hut made up of mud and thatch.
The front yard had a small garden with colorful flowers blooming, and a swing hanging from the old mango tree. Chintu's eyes widened with wonder as he took in the new surroundings.
Suchi led him inside the house. The interior was cozy and welcoming, filled with the aroma of freshly cooked food. The walls were adorned colorful curtains fluttered gently in the breeze.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Chintu," Suchi said, her voice warm. "I hope you like it here."
Chintu nodded, his eyes scanning the room, "Its beautiful Bhabi"
Sachi said, "I am glad. Now go to the back side of the house, there is a bucket filled with water. Use the Mug over there and get freshen up quickly. I am serving the meal"
