Son helps neighbor to get mom

[Harini13]

U r back so u continue

Dude, you continue please.  
I am not getting other scene in my mind

[Fun_Lover_007]

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[Srikanth6996]

Dude, you continue please.  
I am not getting other scene in my mind

Bro I will help u with the scenes

[raju98]

Bro I will help u with the scenes

Hi Srikanth,

Pls you both continue , based on each story you guys bulid the story or continue the story.

[Levi17]

Dude, you continue please.  
I am not getting other scene in my mind

bro there is story with same theme but it's malayalam 
if you can understand malayalam maybe I would love to recommend that for a refference for developments in this story 

in that story son being watching the mother who is innocent milf being touched by his uncle 
he is groping her by pretending being friendly and in casual way but mother ingnores his all touches
even he rubs his dick on her pantyless ass many time gradually it becomes comfortable for her
so he becomes cunning and in pretext of slapping her ass he uses his groin 
he smack her ass with his groin even infront of the son


that was an amazing story if you understand malayalam maybe you both can use it as refference 
 stroy name -Angalavanya ammayude kadha

[Harini13]

e: (Elango) stepped out of the kitchen, his mind racing with thoughts. He had misread the situation, and Gayu's hesitation had made him realize that he had overstepped. He thought to himself, "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable."

g: (Gayu) felt a pang of sadness as she watched Elango walk away. She thought, "I didn't mean to hurt him. I just wasn't expecting that." She looked down at her outfit, noticing the panty line visible through her leggings. She was wearing a salwar kameez, and the dupatta had fallen down, revealing her bra strap and the impression of her bra on her salwar.

e: (Elango) said silently, "Gayu, I'm leaving." He didn't want to create a scene, but he needed some space to process his emotions.

g: (Gayu) felt a surge of emotions as she heard Elango's words. She thought, "No, don't go. I didn't mean to hurt you." She stepped out of the kitchen, her dupatta still fallen down, and approached Elango. "What happened? Why are you leaving?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

e: (Elango) wanted to create an emotional scene, so he said, "It was just a friendly hug, but you didn't feel comfortable. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Gayu." He looked at her, his eyes searching for answers.

g: (Gayu) thought, "He's good. He doesn't have any bad intentions." She said, "Sorry, Elango. I didn't mean to hurt you." She looked up at him, her eyes welling up with tears. "What's there in a hug? Come, hug me," she said, extending her hand.

e: (Elango) still stood silent, his emotions in turmoil. He thought, "I want to hold her, but I don't want to make her uncomfortable again."

g: (Gayu) approached him, her heart pounding in her chest. She hugged him, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. But as she hugged him, she felt something missing. She thought, "He's not holding me close enough."

e: (Elango) felt a sense of satisfaction as Gayu hugged him. He thought, "I've created a scene, and now she's coming to me." He waited for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, his hands tracing the outline of her ass over her leggings.

g: (Gayu) felt a shiver run down her spine as Elango's hands touched her ass. She thought, "This is what I was missing." But then she felt a hesitation, a sense of uncertainty. She said, "You can hold me close, Elango."

e: (Elango) smiled to himself, thinking, "She's giving me permission." He held her ass, tracing the panty line with his fingers. "Gayu," he said, his voice low and husky.

g: (Gayu) thought, "This is new. We've never discussed this before." Elango said, "Is your size fitting properly? I mean, your innerwear?" Gayu replied, "Yes," but she thought, "The panty size is a bit small. He brought a 36, but I'm a 38."

e: (Elango) said, "Thanks for wearing it, Gayu." He continued to trace the panty line, his fingers sending shivers down her spine.

g: (Gayu) felt her pussy oozing with moist, her panty almost wet. She thought, "I want to stop, but I don't want to hurt him again." As Elango moved his hand to the bottom of her ass, she felt a shock, a light moan escaping her lips.

e: (Elango) felt a sense of excitement, thinking, "She's responding to me." He continued to hold her, his hands exploring her body.

g: (Gayu) thought, "I need to stop this. I don't know what's happening." But as she looked into Elango's eyes, she saw a spark of excitement, a sense of connection that she couldn't ignore.

I can continue the scene.

As they stood there, Elango's hands continued to explore Gayu's body, making her feel sensations she had never felt before. She was torn between her desire and her hesitation, unsure of what to do next.

(g): (thinks to herself) What am I doing? This is wrong. But why do I feel like I want more?

(e): (whispers in her ear) Gayu, you're so beautiful. I just want to make you happy.

(g): (nervously) Elango, stop. This is too much.

(e): (smirks) Too much? I think we're just getting started. (continues to hold her close, his hands on her ass)

Gayu felt a surge of excitement mixed with fear. She didn't know what to do, but she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

(g): (thinks to herself) I need to stop this. But why do I feel like I want to give in?

Elango sensed her hesitation and slowed down his movements. He looked into her eyes, searching for answers.

(e): (whispers) Gayu, do you want me to stop?

(g): (nervously) I...I don't know.

(e): (smirks) That's okay. We'll take it slow. (continues to hold her close, but doesn't make any further moves)

Gayu felt a mix of relief and disappointment. She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

As they stood there, the tension between them was palpable. Elango's hands were still on her body, but he wasn't making any further moves. Gayu was torn between her desire and her hesitation, unsure of what to do next.

Suddenly, Elango spoke up, breaking the silence.

(e): (whispers) Gayu, can I ask you something?

(g): (nervously) Yeah, what is it?

(e): (smirks) Do you like the way I'm touching you?

Gayu felt a surge of excitement mixed with fear. She didn't know what to say, but she knew she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

(g): (nervously) I...I don't know.

As they stood there, the tension between them continued to build. Gayu was torn between her desire and her hesitation, unsure of what to do next. But one thing was certain - she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

[Harini13]

[Harini13]

(g): (thinks to herself) What am I doing? This is wrong. But why do I feel like I want more?

(e): (whispers in her ear) Gayu, you're so beautiful. I just want to make you happy.

(g): (nervously) Elango, stop. This is too much.

(e): (smirks) Too much? I think we're just getting started. (continues to hold her close, his hands on her ass)

Gayu felt a surge of excitement mixed with fear. She didn't know what to do, but she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

(g): (thinks to herself) I need to stop this. But why do I feel like I want to give in?

Elango sensed her hesitation and slowed down his movements. He looked into her eyes, searching for answers.

(e): (whispers) Gayu, do you want me to stop?

(g): (nervously) I...I don't know.

(e): (smirks) That's okay. We'll take it slow. (continues to hold her close, but doesn't make any further moves)

Gayu felt a mix of relief and disappointment. She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

As they stood there, the tension between them was palpable. Elango's hands were still on her body, but he wasn't making any further moves. Gayu was torn between her desire and her hesitation, unsure of what to do next.

Suddenly, Elango spoke up, breaking the silence.

(e): (whispers) Gayu, can I ask you something?

(g): (nervously) Yeah, what is it?

(e): (smirks) Do you like the way I'm touching you?

Gayu felt a surge of excitement mixed with fear. She didn't know what to say, but she knew she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

(g): (nervously) I...I don't know.

(e): (smirks) That's okay. We'll figure it out together. (continues to hold her close, his hands on her body)

As they stood there, the tension between them continued to build. Gayu was torn between her desire and her hesitation, unsure of what to do next. But one thing was certain - she couldn't deny the feelings that were growing inside her.

[Harini13]

As they hugged, Elango's hands began to wander, his fingers tracing the curves of Gayu's body. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands reached her ass, his fingers digging into the fabric of her leggings.

(g): (thinks to herself) Oh god, what is he doing? This is so wrong. But I don't care. I want him to touch me.

Elango's hands grasped her ass, his fingers separating her cheeks as he pulled her closer to him. Gayu felt a surge of excitement at the touch, her heart racing with anticipation.

(e): (whispers) You have such a nice ass, Gayu. I love the way it feels in my hands.

Gayu's face was buried in Elango's chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She was torn between her desire and her hesitation, unsure of what to do next.

(g): (thinks to herself) This is so wrong. He's being so rough. But I like it. I like the way he's touching me.

As Elango's hands continued to explore her ass, Gayu felt herself getting more and more turned on. She was wet, hot, and ready for him. She knew that she was on the verge of something big, something that would change her life forever.

(e): (whispers) I want to show more affection to you more, Gayu. I want to feel your cheeks
Gayu nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew that she was taking a risk, but she didn't care.

As Elango's hands continued to grope her ass, Gayu felt herself getting lost in the moment. She was a slave to her desires, and she was willing to do whatever it took to satisfy them.

[Harini13]

As Elango's hands continued to explore Gayu's body, he started to grope her ass more aggressively. His fingers dug deeper into her flesh, and he tugged his hand inside her ass cheeks, separating them with a gentle yet firm touch. Gayu felt a surge of excitement mixed with shame as he started to massage her ass more vigorously. She couldn't believe she was letting him touch her like this, and a part of her wanted to push him away.

(g): (thinks to herself) What am I doing? This is so wrong. I'm a married woman, and I'm letting my neighbor touch me like this. I'm ashamed of myself.

But as Elango's hands continued to caress her ass, Gayu couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. She was torn between her desire and her guilt, unsure of what to do next.

(e): (thinks to himself) I love the way she feels in my arms. She's so soft and curvy, and I can smell the scent of her perfume. I want to kiss her, to taste her lips and feel her skin against mine.

As Elango leaned in to kiss Gayu's neck, she felt a shiver run down her spine. His lips were warm and gentle, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of affection towards him. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the way she felt.

(g): (thinks to herself) He's being so gentle, so affectionate. It's like he really cares about me. But I know it's just lust, just a physical attraction. I have to be strong, I have to resist him.

Meanwhile, Elango was lost in his own thoughts, his mind consumed by his desire for Gayu. He loved the way she looked in her salwar and leggungs ,the way her big boobs were crushed against his chest. He felt like he was showing his affection, like he was being genuine and true.

(e): (thinks to himself) I love the way she dresses, so traditional and yet so sexy. She's a true Indian woman, with curves and beauty. I want to touch her, to feel her skin and taste her lips.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Gayu's panty started to ooze with her moist. She was wet, hot, and ready for him, but she knew she had to stop him. She couldn't let things go too far, not with her social status and her marriage to consider.

(g): (thinks to herself) I have to stop him, I have to push him away. I don't want to ruin my reputation, I don't want to hurt my husband. But oh god, I want him so bad.

Just as Elango was about to take things further, Gayu spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper.

(g): I...I think you should leave now. Balaji will be back from tuition soon.

Elango looked at her, his eyes filled with desire and longing. He knew he had to leave, but he didn't want to. He wanted to stay with Gayu, to touch her and kiss her and make love to her.

(e): (thinks to himself) I don't want to leave, I don't want to let her go. But I know I have to, I know I have to respect her boundaries.

With a sigh, Elango separated himself from Gayu, his hands dropping to his sides. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and sadness.

(e): (thinks to himself) I'll leave now, but I'll be back. I'll find a way to make her mine, to make her love me.

As Elango turned to leave, Gayu felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was glad he was leaving, glad she had stopped him before things went too far. But as she watched him walk away, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She had wanted him, she had wanted to feel his touch and his kiss. And now, she was left with nothing but her own guilt and shame.

(g): (thinks to herself) What have I done? What have I let happen? I'm a married woman, and I've let my neighbor touch me like that. I'm ashamed of myself, I'm ashamed of my desires.

As the door closed behind Elango, Gayu was left alone with her thoughts, her mind consumed by her guilt and her shame. She knew she had to be strong, she knew she had to resist her desires. But as she stood there, her heart still racing with excitement, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would she see Elango again? Would she give in to her desires? Only time would tell.

[Harini13]

Guys post some hot aunty pics in leggings

[Harini13]

Please continue the story, but don't end in happy ending. Elango will slowly seduce gagu. Make ascene like this

[Srikanth6996]

[Srikanth6996]

[Harini13]

Hi bro , please continue your scene

[Srikanth6996]

Hi bro , please continue your scene

Ok

[Srikanth6996]

Gayu was lost in deep thought after that moment. She couldn’t understand what was happening between her and Elango. Her mind was clouded with confusion—was it just friendship, or was there something more? She had never looked at Elango in that way before, but the warmth of his touch and the closeness they shared lingered in her mind, making her heart race.

On one side, she had her family, responsibilities, and the image she had built in society. She was a mother, a wife—someone who was expected to set boundaries and follow the norms. But on the other side, there was a part of her that felt something different when she was with Elango. It wasn’t just about the hug or the way he held her; it was the way he made her feel—wanted, cared for, and seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She tried to push those thoughts away, convincing herself that it was nothing more than a fleeting moment. But no matter how much she tried, her mind kept going back to the way Elango had whispered in her ear, the way he had looked at her. Was it wrong to feel this way? Or was it just a passing emotion that would fade with time? She didn’t know the answer, but one thing was certain—something had changed, and there was no going back to how things were before.

As soon as Elango reached home, his mind was filled with thoughts. He replayed everything that had happened with Gayu, and a wave of happiness washed over him. He felt thrilled that he had managed to get close to her, to subtly seduce her, and she hadn’t completely rejected his advances. Her reactions, her silence, and the way she responded made him believe that there was something there—something more than just friendship.

But along with his excitement, a sense of tension crept in. A part of him was afraid—what if Gayu thought badly of him? What if she saw him as someone with bad intention? If she started to feel uncomfortable, she might distance herself, and if that happened, he would lose any chance of getting closer to her.
The fear of losing whatever bond they had built made him cautious. He realized he had to be more careful moving forward. He couldn't rush things or make her feel trapped. If he wanted to keep her in his life, he had to handle the situation delicately. A single wrong move could ruin everything.

Elango took a deep breath, convincing himself to be patient. He decided that from now on, he would move slowly, making sure that Gayu never felt pressured. If he played it right, he could make her come to him on her own. For now, he just had to wait and make sure he didn't scare her away.
Elango picked up his phone and sent a message to Gayu.

E: Hi Gayu.

Gayu was sitting quietly when her phone vibrated. She glanced at the notification and saw Elango’s name on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment. She hesitated, unsure whether to open the message. Her mind was still filled with thoughts about what had happened between them. She decided to ignore it for now, letting the phone rest beside her.

But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, her mind kept returning to Elango. The way he hugged her, the way his presence made her feel things she wasn’t sure she should be feeling. After a few minutes of battling with her thoughts, she finally picked up her phone and replied.

G: Hi.

Elango saw her message immediately and smiled. He quickly responded.

E: Did you have dinner?

G: Yes, I did. What about you?

E: Yes, I had dinner too. So, what’s the plan for Balaji’s birthday?

G: There’s no plan yet.

E: Then let’s plan it tomorrow. I’ll come over, and we can discuss it together. Just the two of us, okay?

Gayu read his message and suddenly felt nervous. If he comes over again, will I be able to control my feelings? She could still feel the warmth of his touch from earlier. Her body reacted in ways she didn’t completely understand, and it scared her. Maybe it was better if he didn’t come.

She took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do. Before she could respond, another message popped up.

E: Gayu, are you there?

She stared at the screen. Her heart was telling her one thing, but her mind was warning her against it. Yet, before she could stop herself, her fingers typed out a response.

G: Okay.

The moment she pressed send, her eyes widened. What did I just do? I was thinking of telling him not to come, and now I’ve invited him myself! She bit her lip, frustrated with herself.
Elango’s reply came instantly.

E: Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow at 11. No one will be home at that time, right?

Without thinking, she replied in the same flow.

G: Okay.

And then, as if realizing what she had just agreed to, she quickly added, Good night.

E: Okay, good night.

Gayu placed her phone down and took a deep breath. What is happening to me? Why am I letting this happen? But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling inside her. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

The next morning, Gayu woke up feeling restless. The previous night’s conversation with Elango kept replaying in her mind. She had told herself she wouldn’t call him over, yet she had agreed in the heat of the moment. Now, as she stood in the kitchen preparing tea, she wondered why she felt this mix of nervousness and excitement.

At exactly 11 AM, the doorbell rang. Gayu’s heart skipped a beat. She wiped her hands on her saree and took a deep breath before opening the door. Elango stood there, smiling, his eyes holding something unreadable.

“Hi, Gayu,” he said softly.

She nodded, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked past her, she caught a whiff of his cologne, a scent that felt oddly familiar and comforting. She quickly shook the thought away and followed him inside.

Gayu was dressed in a deep maroon saree with a sleeveless blouse that hugged her curves perfectly. The soft fabric dbangd around her waist, accentuating her figure. A few strands of her hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face, making her look effortlessly beautiful.

“Where’s Balaji?” Elango asked, settling onto the couch.
“He went out with his friends,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky.
Elango noticed her uneasiness and smiled to himself. He had always admired Gayu—not just for her beauty but for her strength and warmth. But today, there was something different in the air, a tension neither of them could ignore.

“Shall I make tea for you?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation normal.

“No need, Gayu. I just came to spend some time with you.”
His words sent a strange thrill through her. She turned to the kitchen, needing a moment to compose herself. As she began preparing tea, Elango followed her, leaning against the counter.
“You look stunning today,” he said suddenly, his voice filled with admiration.

Gayu froze for a second before forcing a small laugh. “You’re saying that as if I don’t look good on other days.”

“You always do,” he admitted, his voice lower this time.
She focused on the boiling tea, but her hands felt unsteady. Something about his presence was making her aware of herself in a way she hadn’t been before. When she reached for the sugar jar, Elango was suddenly right behind her, his hand brushing against hers.
A shiver ran down her spine.

“Sorry,” he murmured, but he didn’t move away immediately. She could feel his breath near her ear, his warmth surrounding her. Her heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t sure what was happening—why she wasn’t stepping away, why she wasn’t stopping this.

Elango’s fingers gently trailed along her arm, sending sparks through her skin. “Gayu… are you okay?”

She turned to face him, her eyes full of uncertainty. “I don’t know, Elango. Something feels… different.”

Elango smiled softly, sensing her confusion. He lifted his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips lingered on her cheek, his gaze locked onto hers. “Sometimes, we don’t have to understand everything right away.”

She looked into his eyes, searching for answers she wasn’t even sure of. The intensity between them was undeniable, but so was her inner conflict. Her mind told her to step away, to remind him of their friendship, yet her heart refused to listen.

Elango’s gaze flickered down to her lips for the briefest second before he met her eyes again. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something neither of them was ready to name yet.
The tea kettle whistled, breaking the moment. Gayu quickly turned away, flustered. She poured the tea into cups with slightly trembling hands and handed one to Elango.

“Here,” she said, trying to sound normal.
He took it with a knowing smile but didn’t say anything. Instead, he sipped his tea, watching her, waiting.
Gayu knew something had changed between them. She just wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it yet.

[Harini13]

Nice update, please continue. Slow seduce here

[Levi17]

Gayu was lost in deep thought after that moment. She couldn’t understand what was happening between her and Elango. Her mind was clouded with confusion—was it just friendship, or was there something more? She had never looked at Elango in that way before, but the warmth of his touch and the closeness they shared lingered in her mind, making her heart race.

On one side, she had her family, responsibilities, and the image she had built in society. She was a mother, a wife—someone who was expected to set boundaries and follow the norms. But on the other side, there was a part of her that felt something different when she was with Elango. It wasn’t just about the hug or the way he held her; it was the way he made her feel—wanted, cared for, and seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She tried to push those thoughts away, convincing herself that it was nothing more than a fleeting moment. But no matter how much she tried, her mind kept going back to the way Elango had whispered in her ear, the way he had looked at her. Was it wrong to feel this way? Or was it just a passing emotion that would fade with time? She didn’t know the answer, but one thing was certain—something had changed, and there was no going back to how things were before.

As soon as Elango reached home, his mind was filled with thoughts. He replayed everything that had happened with Gayu, and a wave of happiness washed over him. He felt thrilled that he had managed to get close to her, to subtly seduce her, and she hadn’t completely rejected his advances. Her reactions, her silence, and the way she responded made him believe that there was something there—something more than just friendship.

But along with his excitement, a sense of tension crept in. A part of him was afraid—what if Gayu thought badly of him? What if she saw him as someone with bad intention? If she started to feel uncomfortable, she might distance herself, and if that happened, he would lose any chance of getting closer to her.
The fear of losing whatever bond they had built made him cautious. He realized he had to be more careful moving forward. He couldn't rush things or make her feel trapped. If he wanted to keep her in his life, he had to handle the situation delicately. A single wrong move could ruin everything.

Elango took a deep breath, convincing himself to be patient. He decided that from now on, he would move slowly, making sure that Gayu never felt pressured. If he played it right, he could make her come to him on her own. For now, he just had to wait and make sure he didn't scare her away.
Elango picked up his phone and sent a message to Gayu.

E: Hi Gayu.

Gayu was sitting quietly when her phone vibrated. She glanced at the notification and saw Elango’s name on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment. She hesitated, unsure whether to open the message. Her mind was still filled with thoughts about what had happened between them. She decided to ignore it for now, letting the phone rest beside her.

But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, her mind kept returning to Elango. The way he hugged her, the way his presence made her feel things she wasn’t sure she should be feeling. After a few minutes of battling with her thoughts, she finally picked up her phone and replied.

G: Hi.

Elango saw her message immediately and smiled. He quickly responded.

E: Did you have dinner?

G: Yes, I did. What about you?

E: Yes, I had dinner too. So, what’s the plan for Balaji’s birthday?

G: There’s no plan yet.

E: Then let’s plan it tomorrow. I’ll come over, and we can discuss it together. Just the two of us, okay?

Gayu read his message and suddenly felt nervous. If he comes over again, will I be able to control my feelings? She could still feel the warmth of his touch from earlier. Her body reacted in ways she didn’t completely understand, and it scared her. Maybe it was better if he didn’t come.

She took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do. Before she could respond, another message popped up.

E: Gayu, are you there?

She stared at the screen. Her heart was telling her one thing, but her mind was warning her against it. Yet, before she could stop herself, her fingers typed out a response.

G: Okay.

The moment she pressed send, her eyes widened. What did I just do? I was thinking of telling him not to come, and now I’ve invited him myself! She bit her lip, frustrated with herself.
Elango’s reply came instantly.

E: Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow at 11. No one will be home at that time, right?

Without thinking, she replied in the same flow.

G: Okay.

And then, as if realizing what she had just agreed to, she quickly added, Good night.

E: Okay, good night.

Gayu placed her phone down and took a deep breath. What is happening to me? Why am I letting this happen? But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling inside her. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

The next morning, Gayu woke up feeling restless. The previous night’s conversation with Elango kept replaying in her mind. She had told herself she wouldn’t call him over, yet she had agreed in the heat of the moment. Now, as she stood in the kitchen preparing tea, she wondered why she felt this mix of nervousness and excitement.

At exactly 11 AM, the doorbell rang. Gayu’s heart skipped a beat. She wiped her hands on her saree and took a deep breath before opening the door. Elango stood there, smiling, his eyes holding something unreadable.

“Hi, Gayu,” he said softly.

She nodded, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked past her, she caught a whiff of his cologne, a scent that felt oddly familiar and comforting. She quickly shook the thought away and followed him inside.

Gayu was dressed in a deep maroon saree with a sleeveless blouse that hugged her curves perfectly. The soft fabric dbangd around her waist, accentuating her figure. A few strands of her hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face, making her look effortlessly beautiful.

“Where’s Balaji?” Elango asked, settling onto the couch.
“He went out with his friends,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky.
Elango noticed her uneasiness and smiled to himself. He had always admired Gayu—not just for her beauty but for her strength and warmth. But today, there was something different in the air, a tension neither of them could ignore.

“Shall I make tea for you?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation normal.

“No need, Gayu. I just came to spend some time with you.”
His words sent a strange thrill through her. She turned to the kitchen, needing a moment to compose herself. As she began preparing tea, Elango followed her, leaning against the counter.
“You look stunning today,” he said suddenly, his voice filled with admiration.

Gayu froze for a second before forcing a small laugh. “You’re saying that as if I don’t look good on other days.”

“You always do,” he admitted, his voice lower this time.
She focused on the boiling tea, but her hands felt unsteady. Something about his presence was making her aware of herself in a way she hadn’t been before. When she reached for the sugar jar, Elango was suddenly right behind her, his hand brushing against hers.
A shiver ran down her spine.

“Sorry,” he murmured, but he didn’t move away immediately. She could feel his breath near her ear, his warmth surrounding her. Her heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t sure what was happening—why she wasn’t stepping away, why she wasn’t stopping this.

Elango’s fingers gently trailed along her arm, sending sparks through her skin. “Gayu… are you okay?”

She turned to face him, her eyes full of uncertainty. “I don’t know, Elango. Something feels… different.”

Elango smiled softly, sensing her confusion. He lifted his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips lingered on her cheek, his gaze locked onto hers. “Sometimes, we don’t have to understand everything right away.”

She looked into his eyes, searching for answers she wasn’t even sure of. The intensity between them was undeniable, but so was her inner conflict. Her mind told her to step away, to remind him of their friendship, yet her heart refused to listen.

Elango’s gaze flickered down to her lips for the briefest second before he met her eyes again. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something neither of them was ready to name yet.
The tea kettle whistled, breaking the moment. Gayu quickly turned away, flustered. She poured the tea into cups with slightly trembling hands and handed one to Elango.

“Here,” she said, trying to sound normal.
He took it with a knowing smile but didn’t say anything. Instead, he sipped his tea, watching her, waiting.
Gayu knew something had changed between them. She just wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it yet.

super bro please continue

[Harini13]

Pl continue bro