Saturday 10 December 2022

His...7 (A long work of Erotica)

  Disclaimer and Trigger Warnings

    Any resemblance with any person living or dead is coincidental. All characters are 18+.
    Any choice of names is random, and not indicative on any caste, religion etc. The setting is in India, so readers need to NOT PROJECT THEIR BIASES on my work.
    I write for my pleasure. At my pace. I'm mindful of trigger warnings where they matter, but I don't overapologize. I am aware of FL limits, legal limits, boundaries in general.
    A lot of my fictional work is dark and deals with themes of depression, violence, rough sex, non-consent self-harm, suicide etc. So, if any of these themes are potentially triggering for you, I request you to please not read thhe work and focus on self-care.
    Apart from that, I take time to build my stories. The way I want. So, if this is too harsh, too mild, too little, too much, whine elsewhere. If this is too much sex, too little sex, too realistic, too unrealistic, too much plot, too much dialogue, take your judgement / opinion and put it where it belongs. Unless you're my writing mentor. Because - YKINMK.


"Baby, if you are reading this, I am dead. Or at least sufficiently presumed to be so."

The letter began.

Mini sat stoically and read on. Krishnan sat next to her, reading the letter with her. He averted his gaze to the wall in front of her. This princess-styled room made him a bit queasy. It brought out his protective side way more than he liked it to be revealed. Mini turned to him, and handed over the crisp, pearl white sheet to him. Nodding to him, she let him read the letter as she bent over the box of journals to drag it with her good hand.

Krishnan was distracted momentarily by her pert, inviting bottom as she bent over the box, and then pulled himself back to the letter. As he read Anurag's graceful cursive hand, and choked back his tears. He missed the man. Terribly so.


Baby, if you are reading this, I am dead. Or at least sufficiently presumed to be so."

You will receive my journals. You may choose to read them or not. I want you to read them from beginning to end.

Not at the cost of your study, or work, whatever it is you do now. You know I would have no tolerance for that.

I wonder if you're reading them with Krishnan, or alone. I would like if you read these journals together, but it is your decision to make. Mini, this is my legacy to you, to do as you please.

I am aware that Bhaiya and Abhishek would have read them. It is alright. There's nothing in those letters that you can read and they can't. The vice versa is true as well. One thing I trust is their integrity. So, you will get the journals unedited, intact.

I have paid attention to not include any business sensitive, or potentially damaging pieces of information. However, I have ensured that I include all that would matter to you. All that I would want to teach you, to show you, to help you explore if you wished.

I am sorry I am not around to do that. But know that I always love you.

Forever, and then more.

Anu Da


They looked at each other, relieved that it was OK to read these journals together.

She opened the first page. It was dated some ten years ago.

"I was horny the entire day today", it began.

"WOW!" she shook her head.

"I was horny the entire day today... It is a sad day. I am struggling. I need comfort. I am angry. I wish there was some way to channelize this anger. I am overwhelmed. I am even concerned... my baby, my kid sister. I cannot see her in pain. Pramila came today, but I am not sure if I want to see her today. Of course I know that she wants to fuck because she thinks it will help me feel normal again. But it feels so wrong. How can one grieve and also enjoy fuckery together?"

Mini shrank. With embarassment, what with Anurag laying his innermost thoughts open in front of his sister. AFTER being dead. And what with her own desires, for Krishnan. Sitting so close. Her hands she clasped in her own lap, overcautious of not to lettheir bodies touch. It was wrong afterall. Even Anu Da felt it was wrong.

Krishnan and she turned pages, full of Anurag's turmoil, his emotional dilemmas, and yet his desires. Mini blinked. She was overwhelmed. Tired. Horny. Grieving. Lonely. Relieved that Krishnan sat next to her. Mostly she was tired. This was too much to process.

She lifted her head, and looked at Krishnan. "Sir, I have a headache now", she tried to hide her bloodshot eyes, by averting her gaze.

Krishnan leaned across her, reaching for a bookmark. Her table always had one too many.

He marked the page, closed the notebook, and nodded. Lost deep in thought.

"Drink some water first. Hydrating helps."

She drank from the glass on the side table, put it back. Her cast was gone, but her hand wasn't fully functional yet. She was working with a physiotherapist.

"How is it healing? Does the therapy hurt a lot?"

She quietly nodded and lay down, trying to adjust the covers with one hand.

He pulled the blankets over her, tucked her in, a little too tenderly for a giant man his size and turned around to switch the lights off and close the door; when he felt her fingers tug at his.

Quizzically he looked at her and she pointed to her forehead and pleaded, "Please?"

Krishnan was torn. He wanted her. He wanted her body. He wanted all of her. What she offered was just a forehead kiss. But it was hers to have, and his to give. He knew her enough to realize that even if he refused, she wouldn't hold it against him. Consent had been a big thing with this family. They were all raised with that education.

"What if I will want more?" He gave it back to her. Straightshooter. As always.

She blinked. She sensed he wanted more. She knew he always talked straight. But this? She had not expected him to ask her.

"We can talk about that. Anytime you like.", she tried to sit up, but he gently shoved her shoulder back, not allowing her to rise.

"Yes we will. Later. One moment at a time.". He said in a calm, serene voice, kissed her forehead, stroked her hair once, and left.

©Asmi Uniqus Dec 2022

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