Yantra Protocol
Copyright© 2025 by Tantrayaan
27: Crossing the Threshold
Mythology Sex Story: 27: Crossing the Threshold - Bharath moves from Chennai to Calcutta to join Heritage City — one of India’s top football clubs — with dreams of becoming a professional footballer. But after rescuing a mysterious man from a robbery, he finds himself drawn into a hidden world of vivid dreams, powerful women, and ancient forces beyond his understanding. As his journey on the pitch grows more intense, so does the pull of something deeper — a path shaped by desire, danger, and a power that is only just beginning to reveal it
Caution: This Mythology Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Sports Alternate History Paranormal Magic Sharing Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Safe Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Indian Erotica
27 August 2000
Kim stirred beneath the warm tangle of limbs and silk, her body humming with the aftershocks of a night that hadn’t taken place in this world - but always felt real.
She was nestled between her sister-wives, skin pressed against skin, Anya’s thigh draped possessively over her hip, Celina’s hand curled around her wrist like a tether. All three of them bore the evidence of what had happened in the dreamspace - love bites blooming like wildflowers across their necks, thighs, breasts. Marks they wore with pride.
Her own chest ached with pleasure, nipples still tender from the way Bharath had worshipped her - his mouth trailing heat over her curves even as his hips drove into Anya with a feral hunger. Kim could still feel Celina’s gasps vibrating against her as they shared Bharath’s attention, his hands moving between them like a sculptor reshaping pleasure itself.
It had started slowly and gently, with them reaffirming their love for each other. They had not seen each other for just a couple of days now - but it already felt like a lifetime. They’d been scared - terrified, really. The stab wound on his side wasn’t life-threatening, just a deep gash - but seeing the wound, hearing that he’d been attacked, it shattered them. Bharath had tried to laugh it off, as always. “Just a scratch,” he’d said. But his goddesses knew better.
So when they found each other in the dreamscape that night, their bodies had moved not just with desire, but with need. A need to heal him. To assure themselves he was still theirs. But once his energy had mended - once their touches soothed away the pain - Bharath changed.
The tenderness ignited into something wild, carnal, almost punishing in its devotion. He’d taken them like a man starved, like he needed to reclaim every inch of them after too long apart. Anya had screamed herself hoarse beneath him, lost in delirious surrender. Celina bit down on Kim’s shoulder as Bharath’s tongue flicked across both their breasts, commanding and reverent at once. Kim remembered arching beneath him, sobbing with joy as his hands dug into her hips and her world shattered around the edges.
Now, with the morning light spilling gently across their sleeping forms, Kim blinked awake, breath catching as she traced the faint crescent mark on Anya’s collarbone. She smiled. Not just from memory - but from love.
He was okay. And he had made sure they knew just how much he missed them.
The bliss cracked the moment her phone buzzed on the side table.
Groggily, she reached for it, blinking at the unfamiliar number - the landline from back home in Amritsar. Her breath caught.
She answered. “Hello?”
Her mother’s voice snapped through, crisp and emotional all at once. “Kimmy? Thank Waheguru, you answered.”
Kim sat up slowly, her heart already hammering. “Maa? What happened?”
There was no pause.
“Sweety is getting married beta. This week. She’s ... she says it’s love, Kimmy. It’s a love marriage! Can you believe it? But if you ask me, I think she’s pregnant. The whole family is in a frenzy. Apparently Sweety wasn’t so careful about her escapades to the field with her boyfriend as she thought. The boy is just a loafer - but at least he agreed to marry Sweety. She is thrilled - although her father is appalled about taking that idiot Mohinder into his business for her.”
Kim swallowed. “Is it confirmed?”
“No! But people are saying things already. Your Maasi (aunt) is beside herself. And now we have to rush the wedding before any more gossip spreads. You have to come home. I don’t want anyone to say you didn’t show up. You’re family.”
“Maa -”
“You and Sweety were always like sisters,” her mother went on without letting her continue. “She’s cried three times already because she thinks you don’t care about her anymore. We already lost face in front of everyone at Mintu’s reception when you couldn’t come and Babe Bhaisaheb’s 80th birthday when you refused to come. This time, you have to be there. We won’t be able to show our faces anymore in the mohalla (neighborhood) if you’re not even there for Sweety. She is after all like your sister!”
Kim closed her eyes. “I’m working, Maa. There’s fieldwork and classes and -”
“Kimmy beta,” her father’s voice came on the line, calm but sharp with disappointment, “we never stopped you from going. Not once. You said this college would make you stronger, more respectable. But it feels like you’ve just drifted away from your family.”
“That’s not true -”
“Then come home,” her mother said softly. “Just for a few days. If you don’t come now, people will think you’ve turned your back on us. On your roots.”
Kim bit her lip. “I’ll try. I’ll see what I can do.”
Her mother didn’t sigh - she exhaled disappointment in a way only mothers could.
“You do what you want,” she said. “Like always.”
“Kimmy beta. We don’t want to pressure you - but you have responsibilities to your family as well,” reminded her father gently.
The line went dead.
Kim lowered the phone, staring at it.
She didn’t even realize she was crying until the tears hit her chest.
Anya stirred beside her, then sat up. “Kim?”
Celina blinked awake too, pushing her hair back. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Kim shook her head but couldn’t speak. Anya reached out and pulled her close, arms wrapping tight around her. Celina pressed in from the other side, their warmth grounding her.
“Parents?” Anya guessed.
Kim nodded.
“They want me to go back. My cousin Sweety is getting married - it’s a scandalous love match. Everyone’s whispering she’s pregnant. It’s a huge mess, and they need me there to show we’re still a proper family.”
Anya kissed her temple. “You don’t have to go alone. If you want to go, we’ll come.”
“That’s not the problem,” Kim said bitterly. “They didn’t even ask. It was expected. Like I owed it to them just because I exist. Like my life here doesn’t matter.”
Celina brushed Kim’s hair back gently. “Do you want to go?”
“I don’t know,” Kim whispered. “Part of me does. For Sweety. She and I were like twins growing up. But I’m scared. What if they see me and think I’ve changed too much? What if I don’t belong there anymore?”
At that moment, the landline rang from the living room and they all trooped out in case it was Bharath calling them.
Priya, already awake and sipping chai near the kitchen window, picked it up. “Hello?”
“Priya,” Hema’s voice came, low but calm. “Is everyone there?”
She turned. “Yes, Appa. One second.”
She placed her hand over the receiver and called, “Girls, it’s Appa. He wants to speak to all of us.”
As the four women gathered near the living room couch, Kim wiped her tears quickly. Priya noticed, but said nothing - only reached out to squeeze her hand.
“Good morning, girls,” Hema said. “I won’t keep you long. I just got an update from the PI team.”
They sat up straighter.
“After what happened yesterday with Bharath ... it’s clear now Rekha’s gone rogue. The hit was traced back to her. The PI team says it’s too risky for any of you to stay in Calcutta until she’s dealt with. You’re too exposed, especially after that public gala.”
Celina’s face fell. “So what do we do?”
“I’ve spoken to a few people. We’re arranging for you to travel discreetly for a few days. Get out of the city. Somewhere you can relax without worrying about being followed.”
“Chennai?” Anya asked.
“It’s one option - and a good one for sure,” Hema said. “But we’ll need to see Bharath’s schedule. Depending on how long his recovery break is, maybe you girls could travel somewhere a little farther.”
Kim and Celina exchanged a glance. It was Kim who spoke next, hesitant but hopeful.
“Appa ... what if we went to Amritsar?”
“Kim?” Priya said, surprised.
“I need to attend a wedding there. My cousin. The family is ... traditional. It might be tense. But if I showed up with the girls, maybe Bharath too -”
Celina’s eyes lit up. “Yes! We’ll say we’re your friends. You need emotional support.”
Anya gave a small whoop. “And we can find matching salwars. And sunglasses.”
Kim smiled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.”
On the other end of the line, Hema chuckled. “So long as it’s safe, and we keep the PI team looped in, it’s a good plan.”
“I’ll let Bharath know,” Anya said. “He should be landing day after tomorrow.”
Hema’s tone shifted. “There’s one more thing. Celina.”
Her eyes snapped to the receiver.
“I’ve worked on new documents for you,” Hema said gently. “A clean identity. One that can’t be traced. It’ll take a day or two, but we’ll get you sorted. Passport. Papers. Everything.”
Celina stared, speechless.
Priya leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee. “Told you, baby. Appa’s already fixing your problems.”
Celina blinked, then whispered, “Thank you, Appa.”
“You’re welcome, kanna,” Hema said, voice warm.
Priya leaned back, satisfied. “Now we just need Bharath to say yes.”
Kim nodded slowly, biting her lip. “He will.”
“And what about you?” Hema asked. “Priya - are you going with them?”
She hesitated. The laughter in the room quieted as everyone turned to her.
Priya’s voice was calm, but resolute. “No. I’m staying with you and the team.”
“Priya - “ Anya started.
“I can’t leave now. We’re close, Appa. If I go now, we lose momentum. The PI team is going to need someone here to coordinate. I’ll stay at the hotel. Get me a room there. I will stay in the same place as you when the girls are not here.”
There was a pause.
Hema sighed. “Stubborn as ever.”
“But also right,” Priya added with a smile.
“I’ll have the staff make the arrangements for your room,” Hema said, resigned. “You will work closely with the PI team and update me every day.”
“Of course.”
The line went quiet for a beat.
Then: “Take care of each other. And tell Bharath he’s not allowed to be stabbed again.”
That earned a few chuckles.
Anya smiled, turning to her sisters.
“Well,” she said, “Looks like we’re going to Punjab.”
Kim’s eyes softened. “Yeah. Let’s go meet the family.”
The air in the office was cool, but the atmosphere was tense.
Bharath stepped in - his body completely recovered from the dreamworld healing the night before. His duffel bag hung from one shoulder. Coach Biswas sat waiting, arms folded, jaw set in that familiar expression of concern wrapped in impatience. Next to him, Dr. Shailendra Kapoor, the club’s traveling medic, was flipping through a manila folder.
“Sit,” Biswas said - gruff, not unkind.
Bharath did.
“I’ve seen the police report,” Biswas began without preamble. “Heard from the local station. You got stabbed.”
“It’s not deep,” Bharath replied quickly. “Really, sir, I’m -”
Biswas raised a hand.
“I don’t want the hero version. I want the medical one.”
Dr. Kapoor cleared his throat. “Three-centimeter laceration on the left lower quadrant. Sutured. Bruising across the ribcage. No internal injury, but there’s muscle trauma and some inflammation. If he rests and follows protocol, he’ll recover smoothly.”
“How long?”
“Ten to fourteen days,” Kapoor said firmly. “Less if he behaves. More if he doesn’t.”
Biswas nodded, then turned back to Bharath.
“I want you to go home.”
Bharath blinked. “Sir?”
“You’re not training this week. Or the next. No drills. No weights. No pitches. Go home, recover, and come back when you’re fully ready - physically and mentally.”
“I’m fine -”
“You’re not,” Biswas said, sharper now. “You were attacked. That’s not nothing.”
He leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk.
“Listen. You’ve had a meteoric few weeks - gala, press, selection, friendlies - and now this. You’ve handled more pressure than some senior players. But I don’t want you burning out before you even play your first official league match. You are already playing at a level that is unbelievable. We cannot lose you for some practice matches. The last practice showed that you are already ready for the season.”
Bharath looked down. The dull ache in his side hadn’t returned, but the coach’s words struck true. He couldn’t argue.
“Two weeks,” Biswas repeated. “Minimum. We’ll hold. Derby prep starts September. You’ll be back before then.”
He paused, softened.
“Take a proper break. Eat your mother’s cooking. Watch some dumb television. Sleep in. Do ... whatever twenty-three-year-olds with a girlfriend do when their coach isn’t watching.”
Dr. Kapoor smirked.
Bharath laughed under his breath. “She’ll take care of me, sir.”
“I know she will.”
Biswas reached for the phone. “I’ll have the travel desk book your flight for this afternoon. You’ll be back in Calcutta tonight.”
As Bharath stood, the coach added, “And no secret training. If I hear you jogged a single kilometer, I’m benching you till Diwali.”
“Yes, sir.”
He stepped out into the corridor. Warm Goan air drifted through the half-open windows.
Bharath exhaled quietly, eyes fixed on the floor. He hated being coddled. Hated missing drills, weights, the rhythm of movement that kept his mind sharp. But more than that - he hated lying. Because the truth was, he’d already healed. His body had mended the moment Kim, Celina, and Anya had called him back into their arms in that sacred dreamspace. Their love had rewritten his pain.
But no one could ever know that. Not Coach. Not the doctors. Not the world. His secret - their secret - had to stay buried. Forever.
Then he broke into a huge smile when he remembered that he was going home soon. Back to his goddesses - the loves of his life!
The landline rang just as Kim stepped out of the bathroom, towel around her shoulders, her cheeks still pink from the long, emotional phone call with her parents. Her mind was still a tangled blur of guilt, longing, and confusion.
Celina had her head buried under a cushion on the couch. Anya, sprawled across the divan in an old tee of Bharath’s, reached over lazily to pick up the receiver.
“Hello?” she said, voice bright. Her eyes lit up. “Jaanu!”
At once, both Celina and Kim perked up.
“Loudspeaker!” Celina barked, scrambling over as Anya pressed the button.
Bharath’s voice crackled into the room, alert and cheerful. “Good morning, my goddesses. I’ve got some news.”
“You’re coming back today?” Anya asked hopefully.
“Even better. I’m officially on doctor-prescribed vacation. Two weeks off.”
Screams.
Kim blinked as both Celina and Anya leapt to their feet.
“We’re going to Punjab!” Anya declared.
“We’ll eat chhole bhature every day!” Celina grinned.
Bharath chuckled. “I’m not even sure I’ve said yes yet -”
“Too late,” Anya said. “Appa says it’s dangerous for us to stay in Calcutta right now, and you need rest anyway. Amritsar is perfect. Kim’s cousin is getting married. There’s a scandal. There will be food and drama. And then there is us.”
Kim smiled faintly, staying quiet as the other two chattered excitedly about golden temples and phulkari dupattas and stealing sweets from wedding trays.
Bharath picked up on it instantly.
“Kim?” he said gently. “Can I talk to you alone?”
The others fell silent. Anya kissed Kim’s temple before pulling Celina toward the kitchen.
Kim sat on the arm of the couch, wrapping the towel tighter.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” Bharath said softly. “You okay?”
Kim hesitated. “I ... I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to pretend with me.”
There was silence.
Then, she broke.
“It’s my cousin’s wedding,” she said. “Sweety. She’s just a little older than me. She’s going to have a love marriage. It’s a big scandal in our family. They think she’s pregnant.”
Bharath stayed silent, listening.
“My mummy and papa called today. They both sounded so ... hurt. Like I’d abandoned them. I haven’t been home in months. Haven’t called often. They said they raised me better. That all this... ‘outside world stuff’ is making me forget who I am.”
Her voice trembled. “They don’t even know about you. Or the others. I don’t know how to tell them. But if I don’t go now ... they’ll think I’ve left them forever.”
Bharath exhaled softly on the line.
“Kim ... you belong to us,” he said. “And I will never stop belonging to you. But family is part of who you are. I know how much it hurts to feel like you’re letting them down.”
He paused.
“I also know that love isn’t about pulling you away from the people who made you. It’s about helping you stay connected - even when it’s hard.”
She closed her eyes.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
Kim didn’t answer right away.
“I want to go,” she whispered. “I want to try. I want them to see I’m not lost. But I want you to come with me too. You are all part of my life now. I can’t bear to go without you.”
“Then we’ll go,” Bharath said. “And we’ll do it together.”
Kim finally smiled, the warmth spreading across her face like sunlight after rain.
“I love you,” she said quietly.
“I love you too,” he replied. “Now go get packed. We’ve got a wedding to crash.”
From the kitchen came a squeal and the sound of Anya whispering excitedly, “He said yes!”
Kim laughed.
For the first time in days, it felt like she could breathe again. Maybe she could have the best of both worlds.
The apartment buzzed with a quiet but rising energy - the kind that fills a home just before a journey, when emotions run high, lists are checked twice, and every suitcase feels like it’s carrying a lifetime.
Celina held the laminated booklet like it might disappear if she let go with tears in her eyes. “Sara Khanna,” she whispered again, as if the name needed tasting. The government seal at the bottom shimmered faintly in the morning sun filtering through the window.
She turned the booklet over in her hand, reading the fake address. It was a street in Ambala she remembered vaguely from her mother’s old letters. Somehow, Hema appa had traced it and included it. How did he know? How could he have realized that it mattered so much to her? She had lost both her parents when she was a kid and barely had anything to remember them. Now she had a name and an identity that would forever remind her of her mother. She could hardly believe how thoughtful Appa was. He truly thought of her as his daughter.
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