Due to superstition Part 1

This is story and it is about the relationship between a girl and a Baba (Poojari, Baba)

There is a girl named Pooja - utterly simple and innocent. Unfortunately, just one year into her marriage, her husband met with a scooter accident and passed away. Since then, Pooja had been living with her parents. She did not have any children yet, and she was 24 years old. Her parents suggested that she remarry, but Pooja had declined for the time being. She had not yet been able to come to terms with the loss of her husband - whose passing had occurred exactly six months ago that very day.

In terms of physical appearance, Pooja wasn't strikingly attractive, but her face held a look of profound innocence; indeed, she herself was a very guileless soul who spent most of her time in silence. She stood approximately 5 feet 4 inches tall, had a fair complexion, long hair, and a round face. Her breasts were large - typical of Indian women - her waist measured around 31 to 32 inches, and her hips were full and rounded, measuring roughly 37 inches.

She invariably wore white sarees or those in very light, pastel shades.

Her father worked in a government office. He had recently been transferred to a different city. Upon moving to this new city, Pooja’s mother also took up a job as a teacher at a local school. Pooja did not have any brothers, and her elder sister had been married off six years prior.

In their new city, their home was situated within a small residential colony located a short distance away from the main city center. Every morning, Pooja’s father would leave for his office, and her mother would head off to school. Her father would return home at 6:00 PM, while her mother would be back by 4:00 PM.

There was a small temple situated right near their home. The temple housed a Baba - a man of about thirty-six years. He was fair-complexioned with a muscular physique, standing five feet nine inches tall. He was quite good-looking as well, and his hair was cut very short. Apart from him, there was no one else in the temple. His living quarters were located right at the very back of the temple premises. In addition to the temple's main entrance, there was another door leading from the Baba's room directly out into the colony's back alley. That alley remained perpetually deserted, as there were currently no houses built along it.

Someone had informed the Baba that a new family had recently moved into the neighborhood - a family whose twenty-four-year-old daughter is a widow.

Puja visited the temple on the very first day. It was five o'clock in the morning, and there was no one else present - only the Baba. Puja was clad in a white saree and blouse.

Puja approached the Baba and reverently touched his feet.

Baba: "May you live a long and blessed life, my child. You are new to this place, aren't you?"

Puja: "Yes, Baba-ji."

Baba: "My child, what is your name?"

Puja: "Puja."

Baba: "The lines on your forehead have already revealed to me the sorrow that has befallen you. But my child, who can prevail against the will of the Almighty?"

Puja: "Baba-ji, I have unwavering faith in God. Yet, despite that, He has snatched away my husband - my very life-partner." Tears welled up in Puja's eyes.

Baba: "My child, each person lives only for the span that has been written for them. There is nothing you or I can do to alter that. Our will cannot stand against His, for He is the Supreme Being. Therefore, the wisest course of action is to accept His decree."

Wiping away her tears, Puja spoke: "I miss my husband every single moment. It feels as though he is still right here, somewhere nearby. Baba-ji, whenever, I am alone, I feel a sense of fear - though I cannot explain why."

Baba: "Is there no one else in your home?"

Pooja: “Yes, Father and Mother are here, but very early in the morning, Father leaves for his office and Mother goes to her school. Mother returns at 4 o'clock; during the time she is away, I am all alone, and I feel very frightened. Why is this happening, Babaji?”

Baba: “Daughter, after your husband’s passing away, did you perform the *Shuddhi* ritual - the sacred fire ceremony for the purification of the soul?”

Pooja: “No! Why?”

Baba: “It is absolutely essential for the peace of your husband’s soul. It is a standard procedure; I cannot fathom how your parents could have overlooked it!”

Pooja: “No one ever told us about it, Babaji.”

Baba: “If your husband’s soul does not find peace, it will continue to wander right here, around you. And that is precisely why you feel such fear when you are alone.”

Pooja: “Babaji, please - I beg of you - do something to help my husband’s soul find peace.”

Pooja grasped the Baba’s feet and bowed her head down upon them. In this posture, her bare back - visible beneath her blouse - was exposed to view. When the Baba’s gaze fell upon her naked back, a thought crossed his mind: She is a widow, and a naive one at that; there is certainly an opportunity here to take advantage of the situation. He then placed his hand upon Pooja’s head.

Baba: “Daughter, if you do exactly as I instruct, your husband’s soul will surely find peace. After all, our duty is simply to make the effort.”

Puja raised her head and, with folded hands, said: “Babaji, I will do whatever you say. Please tell me - what must be done?”

In Puja’s eyes, the Baba, too, was the very embodiment of God.

Baba: “Daughter, a purification ritual must be performed. This ritual must be carried out daily for a period of several days. However, only the wife of the deceased and the Baba are permitted to participate in this purification ritual. No third person must even be made aware of it. If anyone were to discover it after the ritual has already begun, the soul of the deceased would never find peace. Furthermore, it is possible that we would be forced to perform the entire ritual a second time and undergo the entire lengthy process all over again. Think carefully before you proceed.”

Puja: “Babaji, you are our spiritual guide. I will do exactly as you command. Please give me your instructions: when should we begin, and what materials are required?”

Baba: “Do not concern yourself with that. I will make all the necessary arrangements.”

Puja: “In that case, Babaji, when exactly should we begin?”

Baba: “Since this purification ritual involves only the wife of the deceased and the Baba, it must be performed at a time when there is absolutely no disturbance or interruption. Moreover, such a ritual must be conducted in a sanctified space - such as this very spot. However, here, anyone could potentially cause a disturbance. Therefore, we shall perform the purification ritual in my private chamber at the back. That way, the space will remain sanctified, and... well, no one will be able to cause any disturbance - nor will anyone intrude.”

Puja: “Babaji, as you say. At what time should we perform it?”

Baba: “This place remains closed from 12:30 PM until 4:00 PM. Therefore, the purification ritual can be performed peacefully only during this time. Come today at 12:45 PM, and bring a coconut with you. However, the front entrance will be closed. Come, let me show you another entrance - one that I reveal only to my dearest devotees.”

The Baba rose, and Pooja followed close behind him. He led Pooja through a doorway in his own room that opened out into a secluded alleyway. Taking her into the alley, he thoroughly explained the route she should take to get there.

Baba: “My child, you have understood the way, haven't you?”

Pooja: “Yes, Babaji.”

Baba: “Daughter, remember this: this must remain a complete secret. Otherwise, your husband’s soul will never find peace.” The Baba deemed it necessary to influence upon her fears.

Pooja: “Babaji, you are my Guru; whatever you say, I will do. I will arrive at exactly 12:45. I won’t tell a soul, and not a living person will get even the slightest inkling of what we are up to.”

Baba: “Hmm... very well, my child. But, come well prepared - by body and soul - for this sacred ritual.”

Pooja: “Yes, Guruji. Rest assured, and please gather the necessary items for the next stage of the ceremony so that nothing is left out later. I do not want any hindrance or interruption to occur during this ritual.” And with that, she set off on the path toward her home.

The Baba watched her retreating figure, his gaze fixed on her voluptuous, swaying buttocks (Gaand) as she faded from his sight. Caressing his Lund (cock), he tried to pacify it: “Hold on just a little longer, my friend; I’m going to show you a sight of some truly prime ‘goods’ ‘maal’!” written by Maitri.

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At exactly 12:45, Pooja followed the path the Baba had described, went to his room door, and knocked.

Baba: “Come in, my child; you have arrived right on time. I was just preparing for the *Havan*.”

Pooja first touched the Baba’s feet in reverence.

Baba: “My child, surely no one got wind of this? You didn't tell anyone before coming, did you?”

Pooja: “No, Babaji. My parents have already left. And I came via the exact route you instructed me to take. No one saw me.”

The Baba closed the door.

Baba: “Very well, let us begin the purification ritual!”

The Baba’s room was not particularly large. It contained a cot and a large mirror. Only a single 40-watt bulb was lit in the room. The Baba lit the sacred fire in the traditional manner, and - gathering the necessary ritual ingredients - the two sat down together. Pooja was wearing the same saree and blouse she had worn that morning.

Baba: “Take this leaf in both of your hands.”

Pooja and the Baba sat side-by-side, both seated cross-legged (palathi). Their legs were touching one another.

Pooja extended both hands and accepted the leaf. The Baba then placed a small amount of rice onto the leaf, followed by a little sugar, and then a splash of milk. ...Then, he spoke to Pooja:

Baba: “My child, now place your hands within mine. Focus your thoughts upon your husband.”

Pooja placed her hands into the Baba’s hands. This marked their very first instance of skin-to-skin contact.

Baba: “You must affirm that you love your husband very deeply. And subsequently, repeat after me whatever I recite.”

Pooja: “Yes, Babaji.”

Pooja’s hands remained clasped within the Baba’s.

Baba: “I love my husband very deeply.”

Pooja: “I love my husband very deeply.”

Baba: “I dedicate my body and soul to him.”

Pooja: “I dedicate my body and soul to him.”

Baba: “Now, take the leaf and place it into the fire along with me.”

Holding hands, the two of them placed the leaf into the fire.

Baba: “Now, I shall wash your feet. Please move your feet over to the side here.”

Pooja moved her feet to the side. The Baba poured a little water from a glass into his hands and began washing Pooja’s feet with his own hands.

Baba: “Meditate upon your husband.”

Closing her eyes, Pooja began to meditate upon her husband.

At this moment, Pooja was sitting with her legs bent upwards.

The Baba lifted her feet slightly, took them into his hands, and continued washing them.

As she lifted her leg, a glimpse of the view beneath Puja’s saree became visible. Her thighs were exposed, and amidst the shadows within the folds of the saree, the faint outline of her white panties could also be discerned. Puja, however, kept her eyes closed; she was focused entirely on meditating upon her husband, while the Baba’s gaze was fixed upon the scene unfolding beneath her saree. The Baba’s mouth began to water, yet he was afraid to make a move ahead. Consequently, he decided to try and arouse the young woman first.

Baba: “Daughter, that’s all for today. The actual purification ceremony will start tomorrow. Now, make sure to arrive on time tomorrow. And yes, leave your shyness aside and come with your mind and body ready to join the process.”

Pooja: “As you command, Babaji.” And Pooja went to the bathroom again and came out wearing her original clothes. And after greeting Babaji, she opened the door and walked towards her house on the same deserted road.

The Baba just watched her shaking ass (Gaand) disappearing before his eyes and one hand went back to his dhotiya.

The following day, when Puja arrived, the Baba asked: “Did anyone see you?”

Puja: “No, Babaji; no one saw me. Please give me your instructions.”

Baba: “Daughter, you must undergo a complete purification. First, you must bathe in raw milk. You must wear pristine garments and adorn yourself with a little makeup.”

Puja: “But Babaji, would it be appropriate for a widow to adorn herself with makeup?”

Baba: “Daughter, for the sake of the purification ritual, any act is permissible. You are a widow only in the eyes of this society; your husband remains with you in spirit - meaning, strictly speaking, you have not truly become a widow. Simply do exactly as I instruct you, my child.”

Pooja: “As you command, Baba-ji.”

Baba: “Now, go into the bathing room and take a bath using raw milk. I have placed the raw milk there, as it would be difficult for you to bring it from home. And yes, your clothes have also been placed inside the bathing room (bathroom).”

The Baba had placed an orange-colored blouse and petticoat inside the bathroom. He had unfastened the hooks of the blouse; the hooks were located at the back.

Pooja returned after bathing in the milk. She felt shy appearing before the Baba clad only in the blouse and petticoat.

Pooja: “Baba-ji!”

Baba: “good You’re back.” Edited by FunLove.

Pooja: “Baba-ji, I feel shy in these clothes. They are made in a rather peculiar style, and I don’t seem to fit into them properly.”

Baba: “No, my child, do not speak like that. These saffron-colored garments are sacred. If you are not in a state of purity, the Almighty will certainly not be pleased.”

Pooja: “But, Baba-ji... this... bla... blouse... it has no hooks!”

Baba: “Oh! I hadn’t noticed that. The ritual itself lasts only two hours. However, if you feel you cannot perform the worship because of the blouse, we can simply resume the rituals tomorrow. Though, such a delay might not be auspicious. My personal wish is that you set aside your shyness toward me, wear the blouse as it is - without the hooks - and let us complete the worship. But ultimately, the choice is yours. Whatever you wish.”

Pooja: “No, Baba-ji; please proceed with the purification ritual.”

Baba: “First, go over to that mirror and adorn yourself. All the necessary cosmetics and accessories are right there.”

Pooja applied red lipstick. She added a touch of Kajal and a spritz of perfume. All the makeup supplies were laid out there, and she made use of every item. Once she had finished adorning herself, she returned to the Baba.

Baba: “Exquisite, my child; you look absolutely beautiful.”

Pooja began to blush. He had experienced these feelings for the first time.

Baba: “Come, let’s begin now.”

The two of them sat down.

It had become a little warm, so the Baba took off his kurta. He had completely shaved his chest to attract Pooja. His body was already muscular to begin with. Now, he was clad only in a lungi.

Pooja began to blush even more.

Both of them were sitting cross-legged.

Baba: “Daughter, place this coconut in your lap. Join both your hands above your head and meditate.”

Pooja sat with her hands joined above her head. The Baba continued to place fruits into her lap while chanting mantras in Sanskrit.

In this posture, the sight of Pooja’s breasts and bare midriff caused the Baba’s member (Lund) to stiffen. He repeatedly tried to steal a glance below her bare stomach, but failed to do so.

Pooja’s navel was also clearly visible to the Baba.

Baba: “Pooja, my daughter, you must tie this sacred thread around your waist. Traditionally, it is the Baba who is supposed to tie it. However, if you feel any hesitation or shyness regarding this, you may tie it yourself. Yet, the prescribed ritual dictates that the Baba perform this task, as a Baba’s hands are considered pure. The rest, of course, is entirely up to your discretion.”

Pooja: “Baba, please proceed exactly as the scriptures prescribe. We must not violate the rituals laid down in the sacred texts. Whatever you deem appropriate shall be done.”

Baba: “Before tying the thread, that specific area must be cleansed with water.”

The Baba sprinkled water onto Pooja’s stomach and began to wash her bare midriff. The skin of Pooja’s stomach was incredibly smooth; the Baba gently rubbed her abdomen. He then dried her stomach with a towel.

Pooja’s hands remained joined above her head. The Baba sat facing her and began to tie the sacred thread around her waist. It was the first time the Baba had physically touched Pooja’s bare skin.

While tying the knot, the Baba placed his finger directly onto Pooja’s navel. He then applied a *tilak* (sacred mark) using that very finer.

TBC

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