Lactating Neighbours: 2 Punjabi women: Pooja & Kiranjeet

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Scene 1 - Continued
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Pooja:
(Her voice a soft, reverent whisper. She leans in, her eyes still hazy with relief and gratitude)
“Kiranjeet… that was…”

(She doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, she closes the small space between them and presses her lips against Kiranjeet’s. The kiss is soft at first, then deepens, a passionate, searching expression of thanks that tastes faintly of sweet milk.)

Kiranjeet:
(She gasps into the kiss, her body melting into the embrace, her hands coming up to hold Pooja’s arms.)
“Pooja…”

Pooja:
(She pulls back just enough to speak, her forehead resting against Kiranjeet’s. Her breath is warm.)
“Thank you… really. You saved me.”

Kiranjeet:
“It was nothing.”

Pooja:
“No… it was everything.”

(A moment of silence passes between them, filled with the soft sounds of their breathing. Pooja’s gaze drifts down to Kiranjeet’s chest, a new, gentle curiosity in her eyes.)
“Kiranjeet ....”

Kiranjeet:
“Yes?”

Pooja:
(Her voice is shy, hesitant, yet intimate.)
“Can I… can I see? How much milk you are producing?”

(Kiranjeet looks down at her own chest, then back at Pooja. A slow, confident smile spreads across her face. The shame from yesterday is a distant memory, a ghost long since banished. She nods.)

Kiranjeet:
“Of course.”

(With steady fingers, Kiranjeet begins to unbutton her own blouse. The fabric parts, revealing the lace top of her bra. She unhooks it from the front, and her own full, DD-cup breasts spill free. They are heavy and pale, the nipples a soft, dusky pink.)

Pooja:
(Her breath hitches. A soft, admiring sound escapes her lips.)
“Oh… they’re so beautiful.”

Kiranjeet:
(She takes one of her own breasts in her hand, her thumb and forefinger finding the nipple. She looks directly into Pooja’s eyes as she slowly, gently squeezes.)
“Look…”

(A single, perfect, pearly drop of milk appears at the tip of her nipple. Then another. And another. They glisten under the soft light of the bedroom.)
Pooja:
(She leans closer, mesmerized, her lips slightly parted.)
“You have milk too… It’s… it’s perfect.”

Kiranjeet:
(Her voice is a low, inviting murmur, a complete reversal of their roles. She offers her breast forward slightly, an invitation.)
“You can suck my milk if you want.”

Pooja:
(Her eyes widen, a flush spreading across her cheeks. The offer hangs in the air, a gift of pure intimacy. She looks from Kiranjeet’s eyes to the glistening drops on her nipple, and a slow, grateful smile forms on her lips.)
“Really?”

Kiranjeet:
“Yes.”

(Pooja leans forward, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips gently brush against the glistening tip of Kiranjeet’s nipple. She tastes the sweet drop, a soft, happy hum vibrating in her throat.)

(She opens her mouth, her tongue tracing a soft, wet circle around the areola before she takes the nipple fully. Her suckle is gentle, a loving, tasting pull, so different from the desperate need before.)

Kiranjeet:
(A sharp gasp escapes her. Her back arches, her fingers clenching the bedsheets.)
“Oh… oh, Pooja…”

(Pooja continues, her suckling growing more confident, drawing the sweet, creamy milk into her mouth. Her free hand comes up to cup Kiranjeet’s other breast, her thumb stroking the nipple there, coaxing it into a tight, hard peak.)

Kiranjeet:
(A low, throaty moan rumbles in her chest, her head falling back against the pillows. Her eyes are squeezed shut in a wave of pure, unexpected pleasure.)
“Yes… oh, yes… like that…”

(Pooja suckles for a few minutes, her expression one of blissful contentment. When she finally releases the first breast, her lips are slick and glistening. She looks up at Kiranjeet, her face flushed with a rosy glow, and then moves to the other breast without needing to be asked.)

(She latches on with the same gentle reverence, suckling with a happy, contented rhythm.)

Kiranjeet:
(Her hands come up to cradle the back of Pooja’s head, her fingers threading through her soft hair, holding her close. A feeling of profound peace and powerful sensuality washes over her. The shame of yesterday has been utterly transformed into bliss.)
“Mmmhmmm…”

(Kiranjeet watches her, a feeling of peace and power settling deep within her. When Pooja finally pulls away, sated and smiling, Kiranjeet gently lowers her blouse back into place.)
“And Pooja?”

Pooja:
(Still looking at her with wonder.)
“Yes, Kiranjeet?”

Kiranjeet:
“If you ever feel that pain again… even a little bit… you call me. Don’t wait. Don’t ever hesitate. I will always be here to help.”

Pooja:
(Tears well up in her eyes, this time not from pain, but from overwhelming emotion. She reaches out and takes Kiranjeet’s hands in hers.)
“I will. Thank you. For everything.”

Kiranjeet:
(She squeezes Pooja’s hands, a genuine, happy laugh bubbling up from her chest.)
“What are sisters for? I am here for you. Always.”