Superstition -1

This is not a story of faith or devotion. It is the exposure of a hypocritical face that has been taking advantage of innocent people’s beliefs and helplessness to fulfill his own selfish desires. This story is an attempt to bring forward the truth that often remains hidden behind crowds, blind trust, and superstition.

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This introduction serves as a warning against superstition—the kind that, without asking a single question, elevates ordinary humans to the status of gods. In the coming chapters, all of the Baba’s misdeeds will be exposed, because the layers of his deception, betrayal, and selfishness will be peeled away one by one. This is not just one person’s story; it is a mirror to that side of society where truth often remains buried under the weight of blind faith.

Along with entertainment, this story is just one example. You may have already read about many such cases, or you will read about them in the future. In some of these cases, the honorable courts have even delivered punishments.

The only easy way to escape such hypocrisy is your own common sense and judgment. My common sense tells me that there is no need to go near such people. Whatever is meant to happen will happen anyway. And that is the only truth. No one can change the truth. Sometimes even God cannot change it. Then what standing does a human being have?

For now, take this story only as entertainment. There is nothing else here.

Let us begin the story.

There is a girl named Pooja—completely simple, innocent, and naïve. Unfortunately, just one year after her marriage, her husband met with a scooter accident and passed away. Since then, Pooja had been living with her parents. She still had no children. She was 24 years old. Her parents had suggested she remarry, but for the time being Pooja had refused. She still could not forget her husband, who had died only six months ago.

Pooja was not extremely attractive in physical appearance, but her face was very innocent. She herself was very naïve and remained quiet most of the time. Her height was about 5 feet 4 inches, her skin fair, her hair quite long, and her face round. Her breasts were large like those of many Indian women, her waist around 31–32 inches, and her hips round and full—around 37 inches.

She always wore white or very light-colored sarees.

Her father worked in a government office. He had recently been transferred to another city. After moving to the new city, Pooja’s mother had also taken a teaching job in a college. Pooja had no brother, and her elder sister had gotten married six years earlier.

In the new city their house was in a small colony a little away from the main town. Every morning Pooja’s father left for his office and her mother for college. Her father returned at 6 in the evening and her mother at 4.

Near their house there was a small temple. The priest of the temple was around 36 years old. He was fair-skinned with a muscular body, about 5 feet 9 inches tall. His face was average-looking. He kept his hair very short. There was no one else at the temple besides him. Right behind the temple was his room. Apart from the main entrance of the temple, there was another door from the priest’s room that opened into a deserted back lane of the colony. That lane always remained empty because no houses had been built there yet.

Someone had told the Baba that a new family had moved in nearby, and that they had a 24-year-old widowed daughter.

Pooja went to the temple on the first day. It was 5 in the morning and there was no one else in the room—only the Baba. Pooja was wearing a white saree and blouse.

Pooja came near the Baba and touched his feet.

Baba: “Live long, daughter. You are new here, aren’t you?”

Pooja: “Yes, Babaji.”

Baba: “Daughter, what is your name?”

Pooja: “Pooja.”

Baba: “The lines on your forehead have already told me what sorrow has fallen upon you. But daughter, who can go against the will of the One above?”

Pooja: “Babaji, I have unshakable faith in God. But still, He took my husband away from me.” Tears came to Pooja’s eyes.

Baba: “Daughter, everyone lives only as much as is written for them. You and I can do nothing about it. Our will cannot stand against His, because He is supreme. That is why wisdom lies in accepting His decision.”

Pooja wiped her tears and said, “I remember my husband every single moment. It feels as if he is still somewhere nearby. Babaji, when I am alone, I feel a strange kind of fear… I don’t know why.”

Baba: “Is there no one else in your house?”

Pooja: “Yes, my father and mother. But early in the morning Papa leaves for the office and Mom goes to college. Then Mom returns only at 4. During that time I remain alone, and I feel very scared. Why is that, Babaji?”

Baba: “Daughter, after your husband’s departure to heaven, did you perform the purification ritual (the havan for the peace of the soul)?”

Pooja: “No… why?”

Baba: “For the peace of your husband’s soul, this is very necessary. And I don’t understand how your parents forgot this process!”

Pooja: “No one told us about it, Babaji.”

Baba: “If your husband’s soul does not find peace, it will keep wandering around you. That is why you feel fear when you are alone.”

Pooja: “Babaji, please do something so that my husband’s soul can find peace.”

Overcome with emotion, Pooja held the Baba’s feet and bowed her head to them. In that moment her faith and helplessness were clearly visible. The Baba glanced at her and began thinking something in his mind.

He slowly placed his hand on Pooja’s head and said in a serious voice,

“Daughter, if you follow what I tell you, your husband’s soul will certainly find peace. It is our duty to make the effort.”

Pooja immediately raised her head, folded her hands, and said,

“Babaji, whatever you say, I will do it. Please tell me what I have to do.”

There was unshakable faith in her eyes—as if the Baba himself were a form of God for her.

The Baba paused for a few moments and then said,

“Daughter, for this a purification ritual will have to be performed. It is a special process that has to be done continuously for a few days. But there is one rule—in this ritual only the wife of the departed soul and the guru can participate. No third person should know about it.”

Making his words even more serious, he continued,

“If anyone finds out about this, the soul will never find peace. Then we may have to repeat the entire process… and that becomes very difficult. So think carefully before deciding.”

Without any hesitation Pooja said,

“Babaji, you are my guru. I will follow every word of yours with full devotion. Please tell me when we should start and what materials are needed.”

The Baba replied,

“Don’t worry about that. I will arrange everything.”

“Then Babaji, from when should we begin?” Pooja asked eagerly.

The Baba answered,

“This ritual will be done at a time when there is no disturbance. From 12:30 to 4 in the afternoon this place remains closed, so that time will be suitable. You come today at 12:45… and bring a coconut with you.”

After a short pause he added,

“The main gate will remain closed, so I will show you another path… one that I reveal only to my special devotees.”

Saying this, the Baba stood up and gestured for Pooja to follow him. He took her into his room, from where a door opened into the deserted back lane. He explained the entire route to her.

“Daughter, now you have understood the path, right?” the Baba asked.

“Yes Babaji, I have understood everything. I will come and go only by this path so that no one finds out,” Pooja said with full faith.

The Baba said seriously,

“Remember, all of this must remain secret. Only then will this ritual succeed.”

Pooja replied firmly,

“You can be assured, Babaji. I will not tell anyone anything. I will reach exactly at 12:45.”

“Alright, daughter,” the Baba said. “Come for this prayer with complete devotion and a pure mind.”

“Yes, Guruji,” Pooja answered humbly.

“You also make all the necessary preparations so that there is no obstacle.”

Saying this, Pooja walked away toward her home…

The Baba watched her swaying, juicy ass as it moved out of his sight. He stroked his cock and whispered to it, “Wait a little longer, my friend… I’ll show you a real treat.” A mysterious smile appeared on his face.

To be continued…