Part 1

Uncut Sensual Narrative

Chapter I: Forced Alliance and Bitterness

I come from a standard middle-class household. My father owns and runs a pharmacy, while my mother is a deeply conservative homemaker who always wraps herself in modest sarees, never revealing much skin. In our family, my father’s word is absolute law, though he invariably consults my mother before making any final decision. After recently completing my B.Tech degree, I landed an IT job in a neighboring town.

As a fresh graduate, I was thoroughly enjoying my freedom. Two years into my career, I switched jobs and secured an impressive package of 10 Lakhs per annum. But the moment my salary increased, my father arranged my marriage behind my back, without my knowledge or consent. The girl he selected was a gorgeous, twenty-one-year-old science graduate who had no job, the daughter of one of his closest friends.

As a rebellious twenty-three-year-old guy, I vehemently objected to the forced arrangement, but my father refused to listen. Before I could stop it, we were officially engaged. I tried everything in my power to break off the engagement, but every attempt failed. I grew deeply bitter and furious at my father, and equally mad at my mother for siding with him against me.

Chapter II: The Seeker and the Jungle Tantric

Around that time, a friend from a remote tribal village told me about an old tantric in his region who could craft a dark hypnosis talisman. As a computer science graduate, I had always dismissed such supernatural practices as pure nonsense. But as the wedding date drew near, my anger and frustration reached a boiling point. Desperate to teach my parents and my in-laws a lesson they would never forget, I reached out to my friend to lead me to the talisman.

We traveled nearly 400 kilometers to reach his village. The tantric didn’t live among the villagers; he resided deep within the surrounding jungle. The next morning, we trekked out to his dwelling—a dark, isolated cave. The man was smeared head-to-toe in black powder, making it impossible to see his face.

I laid out my request. He was initially hesitant, but as I described my burning frustration and desire for revenge against my parents, his posture shifted. He shared that his own parents had thrown him out when he began practicing dark arts, and that he harbored his own deep hatred toward family authority. He agreed to help, taking a drop of my blood and informing me that it would take ten days to craft the talisman.