Yesterday, 03:20 PM
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Raju comes out of his house holding a small bag. He looks at Padhu and says casually,
“Madam… shall we go?”
Padhu nods.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Raju walks to his bike and pulls it forward. The moment Padhu sees it, she stiffens.
“Why the bike?” she says quickly. “Let’s walk.”
Raju’s smile freezes for half a second.
Inside his head, frustration flashes.
Damn it… if we went on the bike, one sudden brake and she would crash against me. I could feel everything. But now she’s refusing. What do I do?
He recovers fast and says,
“Oh madam, if we walk, it will take a long time. If we go fast, we can come back quickly. Anyway, your son is alone at home, right?”
Padhu shakes her head calmly.
“It’s okay. He’s grown up. He can stay alone. Even if we get late, it’s fine. Let’s walk.”
There’s nothing Raju can do.
“Okay,” he says.
Padhu starts walking ahead, her pace unhurried. The road is quiet, the sun warm. With every step she takes, her hips move naturally—soft, full, impossible to ignore.
Raju walks behind her, eyes locked. He doesn’t even try to hide it from himself anymore.
Just walking… and she moves like this, he thinks.
If this is how she sways outside, what would it be like closer?
His hand tightens unconsciously as desire pulses through him. He slows his steps just to watch her longer.
Scene cut to:
Inside the apartment, Kiran opens the door—and freezes.
Standing in front of him is the neighbor aunty. She’s wearing a nighty, loose and thin, clinging softly to her shape. She’s tall, and because of that, her chest is right at his eye level—full, heavy, impossible to miss.
For a moment, neither of them speaks.
Kiran swallows.
His body reacts before his mind does. Heat rushes through him, sharp and sudden. She notices immediately—his posture, his breath, the way his body stiffens.
Inside her mind, a thought slips out before she can stop it.
What is this boy… so young, yet so strongly built?
Even my husband never looked like this.
Kiran looks away for a second, then back again.
She usually comes out with a towel, he thinks.
I never imagined she looked like this underneath. Not just that—her whole body… she’s solid. Confident. Powerful.
In beauty alone, she could stand next to Padhu without losing anything. She isn’t lesser—not even slightly.
She clears her throat.
“Kiran babu… is your mother at home?”
“Oh… aunty,” he says quickly. “She just went to the market.”
She frowns lightly.
“She usually doesn’t go alone, right? You could have gone with her.”
“I told her,” Kiran replies. “But she didn’t listen. She told me to focus on my work.”
“Hmmm… okay then. I’ll come later,” she says, turning slightly.
But Kiran doesn’t want the moment to end. Not yet.
His eyes linger, his mind racing.
“Oh aunty,” he blurts out, “you came after so long. Please come in. I’ll make tea for you.”
She hesitates—just for a breath.
Then she nods.
Maybe it’s the silence.
Maybe it’s the way he looked at her.
Maybe it’s the tension still hanging between them.
She steps inside.
Scene cut to:
Outside, Padhu keeps walking, unaware of the parallel storm brewing elsewhere.
Behind her, Raju follows, every step heavier than the last. His eyes never leave her.
Today, he thinks,
something is finally moving.
What happens next between Kiran and the aunty?
What line is Raju preparing to cross?
End of part 2
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“Madam… shall we go?”
Padhu nods.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Raju walks to his bike and pulls it forward. The moment Padhu sees it, she stiffens.
“Why the bike?” she says quickly. “Let’s walk.”
Raju’s smile freezes for half a second.
Inside his head, frustration flashes.
Damn it… if we went on the bike, one sudden brake and she would crash against me. I could feel everything. But now she’s refusing. What do I do?
He recovers fast and says,
“Oh madam, if we walk, it will take a long time. If we go fast, we can come back quickly. Anyway, your son is alone at home, right?”
Padhu shakes her head calmly.
“It’s okay. He’s grown up. He can stay alone. Even if we get late, it’s fine. Let’s walk.”
There’s nothing Raju can do.
“Okay,” he says.
Padhu starts walking ahead, her pace unhurried. The road is quiet, the sun warm. With every step she takes, her hips move naturally—soft, full, impossible to ignore.
Raju walks behind her, eyes locked. He doesn’t even try to hide it from himself anymore.
Just walking… and she moves like this, he thinks.
If this is how she sways outside, what would it be like closer?
His hand tightens unconsciously as desire pulses through him. He slows his steps just to watch her longer.
Scene cut to:
Inside the apartment, Kiran opens the door—and freezes.
Standing in front of him is the neighbor aunty. She’s wearing a nighty, loose and thin, clinging softly to her shape. She’s tall, and because of that, her chest is right at his eye level—full, heavy, impossible to miss.
For a moment, neither of them speaks.
Kiran swallows.
His body reacts before his mind does. Heat rushes through him, sharp and sudden. She notices immediately—his posture, his breath, the way his body stiffens.
Inside her mind, a thought slips out before she can stop it.
What is this boy… so young, yet so strongly built?
Even my husband never looked like this.
Kiran looks away for a second, then back again.
She usually comes out with a towel, he thinks.
I never imagined she looked like this underneath. Not just that—her whole body… she’s solid. Confident. Powerful.
In beauty alone, she could stand next to Padhu without losing anything. She isn’t lesser—not even slightly.
She clears her throat.
“Kiran babu… is your mother at home?”
“Oh… aunty,” he says quickly. “She just went to the market.”
She frowns lightly.
“She usually doesn’t go alone, right? You could have gone with her.”
“I told her,” Kiran replies. “But she didn’t listen. She told me to focus on my work.”
“Hmmm… okay then. I’ll come later,” she says, turning slightly.
But Kiran doesn’t want the moment to end. Not yet.
His eyes linger, his mind racing.
“Oh aunty,” he blurts out, “you came after so long. Please come in. I’ll make tea for you.”
She hesitates—just for a breath.
Then she nods.
Maybe it’s the silence.
Maybe it’s the way he looked at her.
Maybe it’s the tension still hanging between them.
She steps inside.
Scene cut to:
Outside, Padhu keeps walking, unaware of the parallel storm brewing elsewhere.
Behind her, Raju follows, every step heavier than the last. His eyes never leave her.
Today, he thinks,
something is finally moving.
What happens next between Kiran and the aunty?
What line is Raju preparing to cross?
End of part 2
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