Only if: A LOSING GAME (Slow updates)

//Chapter 2//

Listening the sound of the zip, he stilled, fear engulfing his whole being. He knew what was coming. He could never prepare himself for this. How could one do this to his own son? His own blood? Wasn't there a saying blood is thicker than water, then why was his father not respecting that? Why was his fetishes more important than his comfort? It was insane and he just wanted to run to his mother. Cuddle her tightly and cry till the time he was done. He silently looked at his father, trying to convey his distress but in return he got a tight slap. Brinda it was. His step mother. His father's partner in crime. Her kada hit him hard at the jaw and all he could do was just flinch. Because he can't shout else there were a lot of rods kept in the room, all ready to be forced into his butt hole, just like that one time. He shivered slightly. That memory was still very fresh in his mind. Slowly shaking his head he opened his mouth only to be stuffed by a big, unruly, gross cock. He bobbed his head the way he was told to, gagging a little, and after some time a liquid was flushed inside just as always. It was yuck and downright demeaning. Only if he had the guts to spit it out. Only if he had that privilege. 

He was not even able to catch his breath when he felt being picked up. He quickly brought his palm to his mouth, muffling the expected cry. He can't. He shouldn't. He felt the same member which was doing rounds in his mouth a few moments back, being crassly inserted in his hole. He screamed in pain and was rewarded with another slap. By the time his father started screwing him callously, a puckered bud was stuffed into his mouth. She pushed in her breast further into his mouth, simultaneously rubbing her folds, to reach the peak. Not even animals were treated so and here he was, at the mercy of his so-called parents. His father started pounding with a greater speed and he thanked all his stars, if he had any, happy that this was going to end. This pure torture was nearing and then he could be all to himself. 

First spank. Second spank. Third spank. Fourth spank. Fifth spank. And then a sprint of liquid was emptied in him. He was pretty sure his butt would be stark red by now. He felt all his joints go weak. He felt as a fluid all ready to hit the floor. He had no energy left within. Binoy removed him, gathered his pants, giving him one last kiss on the lips, left giving his wife a nudge. 

"Arre mere dil ke chain. Aaj to mazza hi aa gya. Teri maa ne bhi kya kamaal ki cheez banai hai par dekho toh, khud swarg sidhaar gyi aur tujhe yaha chodd gyi. Chalo accha hi hai isi bahane mujhe teri maa banne ka mauka mila. Uski footi kismat ki use is husn ke saath khelne ka mauka nhi mila aur meri acchi kismat ki..." She said smirking. Patting his cheek and blowing a kiss towards him, she also left the room, swaying her hips seductively. Only if she knew who a mother was. 

Here he was all alone, again. But he was happy at least he was done for the night. The rest is for tomorrow. He quickly grabbed his clothes and ran towards his room. He rushed towards the bathroom, looked himself in the mirror and grimaced. Latching the door, he went towards the tub and sat in it, now letting his tears flow freely and shout as much as he could. He rubbed all over his body. He felt like scraping his skin. He felt like killing himself. But how could he? His kaka would be alone then. Only if he was a bit selfish and could think just about himself.

After sometime he freshened up and came out all dressed. The moment he opened the door, he saw his kaka sitting on the bed with worry etched on his face. The moment his kaka saw him, all he could do was cry. He rushed towards him and engulfed him in his warm hug. Breaking it his kaka peppered him with multiple motherly kisses. This was the closest he has been to a feeling of a mother, after she left. 

"Hame maaf kardo. Hum tumhare liye kuch nhi kar paa rahe. Hum majboor hai, hame maaf kardo." His kaka, Trilochan Roy Chaudhary said joining his hands. 

Clasping his joined hands, shaking his head, he said, "Kaka isme aapki kya galti hai? Mai jaanta hu aap khud bohot kuch seh rahe hai. Aapko maafi maangne ki koi zarurat nhi hai. Ye hamari kismat hai jo hame ye din dekhna padh rha hai. Maa kehti thi bhagwaan kabhi kisi ka bura nhi karte aur mujhe nhi pata vo hamare saath accha kab karenge par...", he gulped, "rahi baat mere saath jo ho rha hai vo pata nhi kab tak hoga kaka". He broke into tears and started howling like crazy and hugged him tightly. His kaka was the only solace in his whole world. He didn't know why all this was happening but instead of pitying themselves, they didn't really have anything else to do. 

Trilochan softly guided his nephew towards the bed and applied the haldi lep. His eyes teared up further seeing his condition. Everyday the scars kept on increasing. 

He accused himself and his life as he couldn't do anything. He cursed the day his sister-in-law expired. That was the last day this haveli saw any happiness. After that it was a down hill. He saw his brother drown himself into liquor. With time he was no less than a nashedi. He thought probably this was his way to cope up with the loss but he was stumped when after few days he brought Brinda after marrying her. She was the daughter of Krishnalal Thakur, the biggest mafia of the village. He had amazing contacts with the britishers and his contacts carried onto all the nearby villages. The very next day when he was forced to sign all his zamindari papers on the name of Brinda at gun point, he knew the doom of this haveli has started. He started to throw a fit, but she harshly went and slapped his nephew. Seeing the fear in his eyes, and blood dripping down his lips, he stood rooted. Seeing Binoy laughing at it and whistling at such an act, he knew he can't fight, because one wrong move and that kid will suffer. Even after transferring everything and doing whatever they asked for, it didn't seem to be enough for them. After few months he started noticing an unlike behavior from his nephew. He started distancing himself and used to wince whenever held. After a lot of pestering, he was informed about the physical and sexual abuse he was going through. When he tried talking about the same to Binoy, a gun was again pointed at him and a clear threat was passed through about getting killed. If he was killed then that kid won't have anyone else. He even tried escaping but was ruthlessly brought back as some of his men informed Brinda about the same. The next that followed was no less than a nightmare. They were beaten with a hunter. A freaking hunter. Trilochan was bound from each and every side. He couldn't run, he couldn't speak, he couldn't protect. They were living in hell and they didn't know for how long it was going to be. Only if he had some super powers. 

 "Maa." He heard the boy call out for his mother. It's been 2 years to all this drama. He was 12 then, and 14 now. For how long his boy needs to suffer all this, he doesn't know. 

Cuddling him and wrapping him securely in the blanket, he kissed his temple, begging Dugga Maa to normalize everything and show some miracle. Looking down he saw the boy sleeping with worry lines deepening. He sighed. It was another panic attack on its way. How could people be so cruel? How could they do this to a kid? To his beta, his kaleje ka tukda, his Aniruddha?

*Mujhse kya ranjishein itna bata

O re naseeba*

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Hello everyone!! 

I hope you all are doing amazingly well. So here is the new chapter. 

It was very difficult to write this. Just imagining myself in place of Aniruddha sent down shivers down my spine. Lucky are those who have a supportive family and a blissful childhood. But alas not everyone is blessed with it. There are many kids who face sexual and physical trauma and it can very easily impact one's mental health. 

We don't know what one has gone through and why they behave in a particular manner. So, let's just be considerate to everyone. The least we could do is be polite and not dig onto their scars. Let's not judge. 

It was a very aggressive chapter but I hope you all liked it. It's not a pleasant chapter and I know it but this was required for further story to unravel. 

Please do watch something light hearted after this. Have an amazing day guys and A very Happy Ganesh Chaturthi!!

Sending you all the love and warm hugs. 

P.S. Don't miss the song attached

Veerangna 🌿