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My wife is a very religious person. She used to pray every day. Her family believed in one spiritual guru whose guidance they sought for all their decisions. His ashram was in our city. Most times she only requested me to take her to the ashram.
I did not believe in all these fake Gurus. So I used to drop her off and sit outside while she attended the bhajans with other followers for 2 hours. I never forced her not to go because that’s the only thing she asked for. Lately, her mom has been putting pressure on her to find out when she can have kids.
I did not want a kid for another 3 years, but I did not tell this to them. I used precaution every time we indulged in coitus. She asked me if I could drop her to the ashram on the weekend. I obliged. I took her there and waited outside. There was a good biryani shop that served out of the world biryani.
I went there and ordered biryani. I finished the food, and still, there was time left. I thought I would casually take a look inside the ashram. I saw that many people were now in line to talk to Guruji about their problems. My wife was somewhere in the last, and only 3 other females were behind her.
I knew this was going to be a long wait. I went and smoked. I came back and realized that most people had left, and 3 or 4 women were remaining. I peeped inside and saw my wife was next in line. I was finally happy. I waited outside for her chance to end.
In a second, one man who was part of the ashram staff came and called me inside. I wanted to say no, but I decided to go. My wife was now called. Guruji motioned me to join us. I went forward. He looked at me from top to bottom.
He looked at my wife and said, “You are here to know about when you can have kids.” Even though it was a common thing that people go there I was surprised that he guessed it in the first go. He looked at me and said, “ 3 years, eh!” I was shocked.
Three years was something I had in my mind, which I never shared with anyone. He looked at my wife and motioned her to come forward. She went to him. He was sitting on a small pedestal. He motioned her to sit down in front of her. My wife was wearing a saree.
She obeyed immediately. As she was lying down on her back, he told her, “Your husband does not want a baby now. He wants to wait three years, but your mother wants you to have a kid now.” I was taken aback that he had asked my wife to sit down on the carpeted floor.
He closed his eyes and chanted some prayer. He then told her to remove her saree and lie down in front of him. I was angry. I was shocked. I have read many articles about the fake guru taking advantage of young girls. My face was red with anger. It was happening to me now.
I was lost in my emotions, but in the meantime, my wife got up and un-tied the knot of her saree, pulled her pallu down and lay in her blouse and petticoat. I was shocked at her behaviour. My lovely wife was falling for this cheat. She was now exposing her entire navel as her underskirt was tied near her hips.
I had to end it. He took a peacock feather stick and ran the feathers all over my wife’s navel.
He spoke to my wife and said, “It seems less likely that we can have kids as your husband is not ready for one. Even though he is short-tempered, he loves you more than anyone else in this world. I can only do much from my side. Rest, it is up to you.” He told my wife.
He was continuously running the feather all over her body. I knew it was too late to react and control my anger. Guruji then took a pot and poured some oil into his hand and then directly poured it inside my wife’s belly button. He then used his fingers to apply it all around her belly button.
I was looking at this, my anger returning in full force. My wife had her eyes closed, and she lay calm. The Guruji took a cloth and wiped the excess oil from her navel. He then took some ash and rubbed it with his bare palm all over her navel. I was helpless as he worked at will, touching my wife.
He finally stopped and motioned my wife to get up and get dressed. I was boiling in rage at my wife for bringing her to this place. My wife stood up and wore her saree quickly and touched Guruji’s feet for his blessings. He kept his hand on her head. She then turned to me and touched my feet.
At that moment, I realized that my wife was innocent. She only knows the world I or her mother or this stupid Guruji told her. She cared about nothing else. I turned back to go. Guruji called my name. I was stunned. He looked at me and spoke, “Don’t make her do things she cannot do.”
I did not know what that meant. He moved to his next disciple. I wanted to scold my wife, but she looked so happy. She was humming a song like nothing wrong happened there. An unknown man had touched her body, but she was least bothered. I told her that she must be careful of such people.
My wife told me that he had seen her from a young age, and she considered him as a father figure. I did not argue after that. I shuddered at the thought of what else he had done to her before. I was scared even to ask.
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