Hi, I’m Deepika, and this is my story – a really personal one. I’m 20, a college student, and I guess you could say I have a pretty average build: 34-30-34, standing at 5’4″. My skin is on the duskier side. It’s just my parents, my older sister, and me in the family. My sister got married about six months ago, and… well, things have gotten complicated with my brother-in-law since then. I’ll explain how it all unfolded.
Growing up, especially in school, I honestly never thought much about my complexion. My world revolved around my studies, and boys weren’t really on my radar. But then college happened, and I met someone I really liked. We started talking, became friends, and eventually, I gathered the courage to tell him how I felt. His response crushed me. He said he couldn’t be with me because of my “darker” skin, especially compared to his fair complexion. It hit me hard; I felt like I wasn’t good enough.
His rejection hit me hard, leaving me heartbroken and my confidence shattered. I started to believe I was truly ugly. Life, though, kept moving, and I eventually passed my first year of college, moving into the second. That year brought a big change for my family: my sister’s engagement was confirmed, and soon after, she was married.
My brother-in-law, Kunal, is a handsome man, tall with a good physique. From the start, he was always joking with me, and I actually enjoyed his company. I always saw him purely as a brother, never imagining anything else. But I was naive. I didn’t realize his intentions were far from innocent until his touches started becoming inappropriate.
A close relative’s daughter was getting married, and our whole family, including my sister and brother-in-law, got an invitation. We decided to head there together, so Didi and Jiju came over to our place first. That day, I put on a green lehenga that made me feel really good, even “hot,” as the original might put it. As I stepped out of my room, Jiju was right there in the lobby. He just stared at me, and then said, “Wow, Deepika, you look absolutely stunning today.”
“Thanks, Jiju,” I replied.
Then he pointed to my ear and said, “There’s something right here.” With that, he moved really close, his hand brushing my ear. I could feel his breath warm on my neck, and a strange sensation started to ripple through me. My body felt a jolt, almost like a tiny electric shock. When his hand finally moved away, I instinctively reached up to touch my neck. He simply said, “Got it.”
After that moment, Jiju started looking at me differently. It was a gaze I hadn’t seen from him before, and it made me uncomfortable. Soon, we were off to the wedding. Jiju was driving, with Dad in the passenger seat. My sister, Mom, and I were in the back. I was in the middle, and I kept catching Jiju’s eyes on me in the rearview mirror. It felt like our gazes were constantly clashing.
Every girl has this innate “sensor” for how boys look at them, and mine was screaming. Maybe I was misinterpreting Jiju’s looks, but my gut feeling just wouldn’t let me dismiss it.
When we arrived at the wedding, we all sat at the same table. Jiju was in the chair right next to mine. Then, out of nowhere, he placed his hand on my thigh. A shock went through me, and I instantly looked at him. He glanced back at me, then quickly turned his attention forward. I frantically scanned our family members at the table, hoping no one had seen it, but everyone seemed to be looking elsewhere.
Jiju began to move his hand on my thigh, and I was terrified someone would notice. His hand crept higher, reaching my pussy, and I immediately stopped him. I pushed his hand away, glaring at him, but all he did was flash a smile back at me.
Throughout the wedding, he kept finding ways to touch me – sometimes my butt, sometimes my waist, even my breasts. The entire time, my mind raced with fear: what if someone from the family saw? What would they think of me, or us?
Finally, the function ended, and we were back home. I was absolutely furious. Didi and Jiju were staying the night at our place, and later that evening, I messaged Jiju:
Me: “Jiju, what were you doing today?”
I typed it out, but then hesitated, thinking it was too late to send such a message. So, I deleted it. However, within five minutes, I got a message from Jiju.
Jiju: Deepika did you message?
Me: Yes, did it.
Jiju: What?
Me: What were you doing in marriage today?
Jiju: What was it doing?
I got more angry after hearing this.
Me: You were touching me again and again.
Jiju: Yes, so?
Me: Jiju, you can’t do this.
Jiju: Why?
Me: I am your sister -in -law, your wife’s sister.
Jiju: So what happened?
Me: that’s wrong.
Jiju: Why is it wrong?
Me: If you touch me, it is a kind of deception with Didi. So this is wrong.
Jiju: Well, if I go to Taj Mahal and touch the walls there, is it wrong?
Me: What’s wrong with this. You will see by touching such a beautiful thing.
Jiju: At the same time, now such a beautiful sister was in front of me, so I could not stop myself. Now what is wrong with this? And I love your sister very much. I did not understand how you will be deceived when you touch him.
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