Son helps neighbor to get mom

[Harini13]

Elango watched as Gayatri walked toward the door, her red saree damp from the rain and clinging to her figure ( her panty line was prominentvisible in her saree ) . He noticed how gracefully she moved, her steps soft and natural, with a quiet elegance that always made her stand out. The way the saree shifted as she walked caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly she carried herself.

(Elango: "She’s always had this charm about her, like she doesn’t even realize how graceful she is. It’s just who she is—simple, confident, and so down-to-earth.")

He caught a faint outline through the wet saree but brushed it off, knowing it was just the rain playing tricks.

(Elango: "Poor Gayatri, she’s completely drenched. I hope she doesn’t catch a cold. I shouldn’t be staring—she’d laugh at me if she caught me! She’s always teasing me for being such an overthinker.")

He chuckled to himself, his thoughts warm and friendly. To him, she was a close friend, someone he genuinely cared for, and he admired how she carried herself, even in moments like these, without realizing the impact she had on those around her.