Sweet and Salty ~ (GxG) (Book 3: The Sweet and Sour series)

Dreaded Childhood

"I first saw Dev when I was seven", Satyavati hummed in a low voice.

The room was dark. Tasha was lying on Satyavati's bicep with her naked frame gently pressing against Satyavati's skin still heated up from the furious love making session they just had. One of her small hands rubbing Satyavati's chest in a comforting manner.

Satyavati had been gathering courage over days to finally tell Tasha about the rest of her past that she so didn't want to recall. Tasha was about to be her forever. She deserved the truth.

"Please continue. I'm listening", Tasha said in an equally low voice while her hand kept rubbing Satyavati's chest.

"Aren't you surprised?", Satyavati expected Tasha to be at shock but the young woman's calm and composed voice startled her instead.

"Mom is barely eighteen years older than you, you two look nowhere alike. It was kind of a wild guess. Still it wouldn't have mattered if mom hadn't told me all about Shantanu and her general disgust regarding committed relationships", Tasha said softly.

"Did she tell you everything about how she rescued me?", Tasha could hear a slight edge of discomfort in Satyavati's voice.

"You should trust your family a little more. They are really committed to you", Tasha kissed Satyavati's cheek and soothed her, "No she didn't say a word about you. In fact she didn't even tell me that she didn't birth you. She just told me everything about how she got engaged with an abusive lover and how it destroyed her interest in intimate relationships. She didn't say a word she was not entitled to. She trusts you enough to know that you would tell me everything in due time."

"I do trust her.....most of the times....Sorry I'm just too sensitive about all these", Satyavati sighed.

"How can you put your trust into someone when you are this caught up in your self doubt", Tasha kissed Satyavati again, "Don't feel pressurised to share things with me. You don't owe me any explanation. I love you for who you are today. I don't give a shit about your past."

"Language little girl. Language!", Satyavati scolded her woman.

"Says the master who swore a million times while cumming a gallon inside me a few minutes ago", Tasha chuckled naughtily.

Satyavati sighed, then joined in Tasha's naughty giggles.

After a few minutes silence Satyavati begun in a soft voice again, "I remember being born in a house that looked like a hospital cabin. With lots of beeping machines checking vitals and the smell of medicine always lingering in the air. My mother, biological mother, Kangana Behra was the only face I saw till I turned six. My birth name was Srikant Behra. I was always put on various medicines and I vaguely remember her putting me through various surgeries. I was too little to know what was happening to me. I was just told that I was severely sick and needed to stay indoors under her care."

"I was home-schooled by her, yet I yearned for friends. I was so damn lonely. I remember our house having multiple rooms, some of which I wasn't allowed to enter. Mom's office and another one with a white door that always stayed locked. After I turned 6 mom would sometimes take me out on dinner at restaurants or for long drive. Still I wasn't allowed to talk to other people and certainly wasn't allowed to make friends."

"I started rebelling really bad for getting admitted at a proper school at that time. I skipped meals, threw a tantrum, refused to take medicines, locked the door of my room for hours on end crying my eyes out to get a release to the outside world before mom unwillingly agreed to admit me to a school under one condition that I would not tell anyone about what conspires inside the closed doors of my house."

"I was happy to get out of the house. I made friends. We played together. I was unusually well built and strong compared to other kids. I was good at studies and sincere about homework too. I became a favourite of the teachers, specially my history teacher, Devjani Mukherjee. She was the youngest teacher of our school back then. She was kind and attentive and the kids loved her. She was my favourite teacher too."

"I was a kid afterall. I didn't disobey my mother. I didn't tell people about the condition of my house but my behaviour gave away too much. Once in our drawing class we were told to draw our families. While everyone drew their houses with their parents I drew my cabin with multiple machines and my mother in a lab coat. The way I was used to see it."

"That made my teachers suspicious. I was called to the principal's room where all the teachers interrogated me with candies and stories. I was all but a kid, so I gave away everything."

"The next few days went in haze. I don't remember much beside police cars raiding my house and men in uniform dragging my mom into a van while some of the teachers from my school took me away. For some days I was kept at a hospital where the doctors ran various tests before releasing me. I was taken to an orphanage. I kept asking for mom. Not that I was attached to her. In fact she was never my comfort zone, I dreaded her presence. Yet I was scared of all the unknown people surrounding me and taking me to unknown places. I wanted to go to mom. She looked safer compared to all the unknown ones around me. But I was told that mom went somewhere and I would not be seeing her shortly."

"After a few days, some random people came to see me. First an old couple. Then another old grandma. Finally two or three young adults. They all left after some short awkward conversations. I didn't even know who they were at that time. Finally Dev came and took me from that place to her house."

"It took me time to adjust to the fact that it was my new home and Dev was my new parent. She had loved me unconditionally. I finally submitted in that love and slowly my childhood memories started fading away. I never managed to call Dev mom though. She became more of a friend, a shoulder to trust, a guide to push forward than a parent. I have immense respect for her but she still remained just Dev for me."

After Satyavati stopped, there was silence for a long minute with only sound being two people breathing rhythmically. Satyavati's breathing was jagged, the memories from her childhood had faded over years, yet it hurt to remember those days of insecurity and constant fear that Kangana would inject her, operate on her and put her on drugs.

"Oh babe...", Tasha hugged Satyavati tightly and started kissing her face with a fervour.

Satyavati returned the kisses and soon the gentle kisses turned into them making out. Satyavati rolled on top of Tasha as her cock throbbed violently.