“No. You feel his heartbeat. I carried him for nine months. My blood became his blood. Every time he laughs, it’s my breath. Every time he cries, it’s my tear. Now, if you love him, you have to carry a part of me too. Are you ready for that?”
“Is she strong?”
“In her own way.”
“You are both my heart now,” she said, her voice breaking. “Don’t break each other. Because if you break him, you break me. And if you break her, I will never forgive you, Karthi.”
“You are afraid of the dark?” Sita asked. --- Mother And Son Telugu Sex Stories In Telugu Script
A son’s first romance is always with his mother. Every love after that is just an echo. At the wedding, Karthik tied the mangalsutra around Anjali’s neck. But before the saptapadi (seven steps), Sita walked to the center of the mandapam . She took Anjali’s right hand and placed it in Karthik’s left. Then she took her son’s right hand and held it against her own cheek.
Karthik rushed to fix the tarp. Anjali sat in the dark, shivering. Sita lit a small earthen lamp ( deepam ) and moved closer. My blood became his blood
Sita nodded. “Then bring her. But Karthi… don’t ask her to love my world. Just ask her to see it.” Anjali arrived on a Friday, dressed in linen pants and a worried smile. The village hit her like a wave—the smell of wet earth, the sound of roosters, the raw honesty of poverty. Inside, Sita was sitting on a straw mat, pulling a red thread through the loom.
“This is for you, Anjali,” Sita said. “I started it the day Karthik first called me and said your name. I didn’t know your face. But I wove my blessings into every thread.” Now, if you love him, you have to carry a part of me too
Sita stood up slowly. She went to her old iron cupboard and brought out the saree she had been weaving for three months. It was not the one she had started for the bride. It was a different one—deep maroon, with golden borders that shimmered like the Godavari at sunset.
Matti Gundello (మట్టి గుండెల్లో - In the Muddy Heart)