Forced Headshave by Akash Mishra

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(When someone dies in India specifically in Sanaatan dharm all male relatives gather at the tenth day and get their head shaved)

Hi,
Welcome and before I must warm you there is some level of nudity in this.let's dive straight into it.

As you see a gathering of males around a pond all wetting their head and waiting for their turns and young boys waiting in the front in line near the shore side and older Barber's brandishing their ustara's (a tool used for shaving).

A young boy named Arpan is also standing in the line and with some close cousin and waiting. Arpan is scared from the inside fearing his hair being shaved.

His cousin standing around him unable to feel the fear of arpan fight against other relatives for closer place in line near the barber.

As Arpan sees all this speechless, the fear in his heart increases. And sees that they are now very close to the barber.

One of his cousin with lush black beautiful hair sits down and gets his hair completely wet and as he lowers his head the ustara's blade shining like the death scythe and reaping his hair after a short time , he is completely bald losing his boyish charm and gaing a masculine charm.

But this scene scares the s**t out of arpan. He having unwillingly gathered some courage seeing his cousin go first all being lost.

But his other cousin instead of going first as the others. He forced me and said in my ear "go it's your turn" softly but it rang in his head like thunder.

And saw at some point he was where his cousin had been.Unable to voice his thoughts and thinking of society he sat begrudgingly.

And as he sat down the barber asked someone in the line to get some water.And guess who went?? his cousin went with the bucket and also got his hair wet.

And kept the bucket the barber as if knowing about his fear or just by coincidence asked arpan get his hair wet fully.

My heart was palpitating with just thought of his hair being shaved. But what could he do.He lowered his head and got it damp feeling his emotions, heart all in terror of what to come.

After that as he sat down again and came the strong grip of the barber. He lowered my head and told me to stay still.

As my head was lowered , I felt something cold thing touching my hair. And see my precious hair fall to the ground.

At this movement my heart was not in termoil as I expected but was fully calm and I felt only the cold thing moving and my hair falling down wherever it went.

Just in some time, My head was completely with hair and i felt cold on my head. It felt like it was a smooth yet also felling the sharp hair on head when it's hand is moving in opposite directions.

I went and bathed and as we cousins gathered after the shave. I told them and discussed the felling on my head, I was feeling.

After the discussion ended. Someone stared slapping our shaved head and I felt a firey sensation on my head and turned and returned it fiercely and not leaving anyone from the scene. And after enjoying the slapping sound and them trying to do the same but failing every time forgetting about his fear and even enjoying it

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