Haldi

As Prianka looked at me, a mischievous glint suddenly appeared in her eyes. Before I knew what was happening, she bent down, slipped one hand under my armpits and around my chest, and the other behind my knees, and then effortlessly lifted me off my feet to hold me tightly, clutched in her powerful embrace.

Finally, it was all over. She had defeated me. I tried to free myself, flailing my arms and legs. But she held me firmly against her chest, a steady, charming smile on her face. I suddenly felt that I was making a fool of myself in front of all the women present. I struggled with my hands and legs like a boy crying to play at the park and being picked up by his mother, writhing helplessly in her arms.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my face in the hollow of her neck, just to hide my face from the shame of being seen by the other girls and ladies. It was a complete, unashamed surrender by a 28-year-old young man to an older woman in a strength contest. A loud cheer erupted from all the women present. A victory for woman over man. And what a victory—a middle-aged woman capturing and lifting a helpless young man in her arms.

Prianka began to walk with me. Slowly, with a triumphant and confident stride. I had to lift my face from the refuge of her neck to see where she was taking me. She was walking towards the ladies and girls who were waiting with haldi in their hands, cheering her on with every step.

When she saw me lift my face from her neck, she stopped. She pulled my body up a little in her arms, so that my face was right below hers. She smiled, bent down, and placed a big, wet kiss on my forehead—a seal of victory. Then she looked at the girls and said, "The spoils belong to the victor!"

This was met with another loud cheer from the girls. Then she slowly walked to the girls and stood among them, still holding me in her arms.

I could feel many hands on my body. They were applying haldi all over me. My face, my hands, my legs—every part of my body they could reach. My younger cousins even lifted my T-shirt and painted my bare chest and stomach with haldi.

Prianka didn't put me down for a single moment. Finally, when the girls had enough fun and realized that no part of my body was left to be painted yellow, they backed off.

Some of the younger ones were so excited that they wanted to wash me right there with water. My sister came forward. She said to Prianka in a joking tone, "That's enough joking, Prianka! You've really colored my little brother well. Now that you've done this to him, you should also help him get clean. Now just take him from here and clean him up."

Everyone was laughing. Prianka Bhabhi turned around and started walking with me still in her arms. With my sister's words, she didn't even bother to refuse to put me down.

She walked out of the shamiana and carried me in her arms down the stairs from the rooftop. With the long struggle against Prianka and then the attack on me by all those women, with all that haldi rubbed all over my face and body, all my strength was sapped. I lay exhausted in my auntie's arms, my face on Bhabhi's large and full breasts. I didn't even know where she was taking me. I had no energy to protest why she was still carrying me and not putting me down. In fact, I felt comfortable not having to walk and being carried in her arms like a child. She kept apologizing to me all the way down:

Auntie Prianka's apartment was right on the top floor. She went down the stairs from the rooftop and reached her apartment on the top floor. She had a small bag hanging from her shoulder. She was carrying me with one hand, and with the other, she unzipped her bag and took out her keys. While holding me, with me clinging to her body like a child and my hands tightly wrapped around her neck, she opened the door and carried me into her apartment.

She smiled at me and said, "Now, darling, I have brought you home. I see that you are very tired after the fight with me. I forgot how much taller and bigger I am than you. When I finally defeated you in the fight and lifted you in my arms, I only then understood how small and weak you were against my strength. How helpless you lay in my arms and hid your face in my neck." She began to walk around her apartment, slowly carrying me from one room to another, as if in a trance, talking to me, looking down with a smile at me, who was lying helpless in her arms and clinging to her full breasts. She continued to speak, "Please don't be sad, but even now I feel that I have conquered you and now you are mine as a prize. It was a wonderful feeling, you know, especially when I finally lifted you and captured you in my arms and you struggled helplessly to get free with your hands and legs and I just held you against my chest, smiling indifferently at you. And then the final surrender, when you understood that you had been defeated by me and you wrapped your arms around my neck and hid your face in my breasts. I will never forget that feeling in my life. It was at that moment that I knew I had won you for myself and you are completely mine forever."

While walking around her apartment, she was gently rocking me, who was lying in her arms, and said with a smile, "Your sister told me to take you with me. It was as if she was giving you to me as a prize. And when I was carrying you all the way from the rooftop here, to my apartment, I felt like I was bringing home the treasure of my life after winning a battle and claiming it for myself. Now you are completely mine to do whatever I want with you.

Let's start by cleaning all that haldi that those mischievous girls rubbed all over your face and body." She carried me towards her bathroom.