The day was sticky and uncomfortable, much like the tension that had been building up for years between my cousin’s family and me. As I walked into their home, the air was thick with it, like a heavy blanket that no one dared to pull off. They greeted me with smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes, and I knew that this reunion was going to be anything but pleasant.

Rahul, my cousin, was a man of few words but his body spoke volumes. His six-pack abs rippled under his lungi as he moved, a clear sign of his physical dominance. His father, Ram, was a bear of a man, his rough hands and hardened muscles telling tales of a life full of challenges and manual labor. His simple attire did nothing to hide the size of his manhood, which was a constant topic of comparison in my twisted mind.