Yesterday, 04:11 PM
When Kiran says, “Come inside, aunty, I’ll make tea,” Aamini hesitates for half a second. She doesn’t reply—but her feet move before her mind does. She quietly steps inside.
“Sit down, aunty. I’ll make tea and bring it right now,” Kiran says.
Aamini looks at him with mild surprise.
“Wow, Kiran… you know how to make tea too? These days even girls don’t know how to light a stove, and here you are making tea.”
“My mom taught me, aunty,” Kiran replies casually. “Not just tea—I know cooking too.”
She smiles, impressed.
“You’re really great. Your mother did a good job raising you.”
Kiran lets out a small laugh.
“Okay then, you watch TV. I’ll bring the tea,” he says and walks into the kitchen.
The moment he turns away, his face changes.
Damn… what is this aunty, man, he thinks.
Before I even notice her face, my eyes go straight to her chest. It’s impossible not to look. Somehow… I have to pull her into my line.
In the hall, Aamini sits stiffly on the edge of the sofa, her back straight, hands folded tightly in her lap.
What is wrong with me today? she thinks.
Why am I even noticing his bulge like that? Ever since I saw it, my head feels foggy. I didn’t even realize when I walked inside. I should drink the tea and leave immediately… otherwise, this could get dangerous.
Ten minutes feel longer than usual.
Kiran returns with the tea cup.
“Here you go, aunty.”
His body language is relaxed—but his erection is still obvious. He hasn’t made any effort to hide it.
Aamini notices. Her heart skips.
Oh God… what kind of karma is this?
Ever since I saw it, my mind has stopped working properly. I’m trying to leave, and he’s standing like this in front of me. Is he doing this deliberately… or am I reading too much into it?
“Thanks, Kiran,” she says softly. “It smells really good… looks good too.”
Kiran smiles slightly.
“What will you know just by looking, aunty? You’ll enjoy it only if you taste it.”
She looks up sharply.
“What?”
He chuckles, pretending innocence.
“I mean the tea, aunty.”
“Oh…”
She drinks the tea and says:
“It’s very good, Kiran. You made it really well.”
“If you’re okay with it, I can make it even better, aunty,” he says lightly.
She coughs, caught off guard.
“Tea… right?”
Kiran laughs.
“Of course. What else did you think, aunty?”
Her thoughts scream.
Is he intentionally talking like this? Or is my mind twisting everything? Either way, I need to leave now.
She stands up quickly.
“Okay, Kiran, I’ll go now. Thanks for the tea. Tell your mother that Aamini aunty came.”
Inside, Kiran feels a brief disappointment.
Damn… she’s leaving already? If she stayed just a little longer…
No. Better not push it. Today, this is enough.
Out loud, he says calmly,
“Okay, aunty. I’ll tell her. Bye.”
“Bye, Kiran. You’re a very good boy,” she says.
“You’re also very good…”
figure, he adds silently in his head,
“…aunty. Bye.”
Aamini steps out of the house, her chest feeling tight, her thoughts tangled.
What is happening to me? Why did my eyes keep going there?
And how can someone that young be built like that? My husband probably doesn’t even have half of that…
She suddenly feels a strange warmth below. She realizes her lower lips are wet.
The realization hits her hard.
Confusion. Shock. Embarrassment.
She quickly adjusts her nighty and walks away, her face burning.
Scene cut to:
Outside, Padhu walks ahead, her hips moving naturally with every step. The rhythm is unintentional—but impossible to ignore.
Behind her, Raju walks, his eyes fixed, his hand rubbing discreetly against his groin.
“Raju, let’s go to D-Mart first,” Padhu says. “Groceries are cheaper there.”
“Oh madam, why D-Mart?” Raju replies smoothly. “I know a wholesale shop even better than that. I always buy there.”
“But quality is good at D-Mart, and prices are low,” she says.
“The place I buy from has even better quality,” he insists. “Direct from the company. Lower rates, good stuff.”
“But sir and I always buy only at D-Mart.”
“Maybe sir doesn’t know, madam,” Raju says, pretending casual confidence.
“Just check this place once. If you like it, you’ll come here again yourself.”
She slows down.
“Hmmm… okay. Where is it?”
Inside, Raju’s pulse quickens.
The bird has stepped into the path. Now… it’s just a matter of time.
“It’s nearby, madam. Just two minutes.”
Two minutes later, they stop in front of a small shop. It’s cramped, noisy, packed with people pushing past each other.
Padhu frowns immediately.
“What is this, Raju? Why did you bring me here? There’s not even space to stand. The shop is so small. This won’t work—let’s go to D-Mart.”
“Oh madam, don’t worry,” Raju says quickly.
“It’s small, but prices are cheap—that’s why everyone comes here. Just look at the crowd.”
“Forget prices,” Padhu snaps.
“Look at the people. Anyone can bump into me anytime. Even if it costs more, D-Mart is better.”
Raju steps closer, lowering his voice.
“Madam, I’m used to this place. And we’ve already walked a long way. D-Mart is very far from here. In this heat, we can’t walk that much. You said no bike. So we have no option. Trust me—I won’t let even a fly touch you. We’ve come this far… going back empty-handed won’t look good. Trust me. I’ll take care of you.”
Padhu thinks. The sun beats down. The road behind feels long.
Finally, she sighs.
“Okay.”
Raju smiles instantly.
“Thank you for trusting me, madam. Come.”
Inside his head, one thought repeats.
Got the bird.
What does Raju do next?
What is Kiran’s next move?
Will Aamini and Padhu lose control?
Read the next episode…!!!
“Sit down, aunty. I’ll make tea and bring it right now,” Kiran says.
Aamini looks at him with mild surprise.
“Wow, Kiran… you know how to make tea too? These days even girls don’t know how to light a stove, and here you are making tea.”
“My mom taught me, aunty,” Kiran replies casually. “Not just tea—I know cooking too.”
She smiles, impressed.
“You’re really great. Your mother did a good job raising you.”
Kiran lets out a small laugh.
“Okay then, you watch TV. I’ll bring the tea,” he says and walks into the kitchen.
The moment he turns away, his face changes.
Damn… what is this aunty, man, he thinks.
Before I even notice her face, my eyes go straight to her chest. It’s impossible not to look. Somehow… I have to pull her into my line.
In the hall, Aamini sits stiffly on the edge of the sofa, her back straight, hands folded tightly in her lap.
What is wrong with me today? she thinks.
Why am I even noticing his bulge like that? Ever since I saw it, my head feels foggy. I didn’t even realize when I walked inside. I should drink the tea and leave immediately… otherwise, this could get dangerous.
Ten minutes feel longer than usual.
Kiran returns with the tea cup.
“Here you go, aunty.”
His body language is relaxed—but his erection is still obvious. He hasn’t made any effort to hide it.
Aamini notices. Her heart skips.
Oh God… what kind of karma is this?
Ever since I saw it, my mind has stopped working properly. I’m trying to leave, and he’s standing like this in front of me. Is he doing this deliberately… or am I reading too much into it?
“Thanks, Kiran,” she says softly. “It smells really good… looks good too.”
Kiran smiles slightly.
“What will you know just by looking, aunty? You’ll enjoy it only if you taste it.”
She looks up sharply.
“What?”
He chuckles, pretending innocence.
“I mean the tea, aunty.”
“Oh…”
She drinks the tea and says:
“It’s very good, Kiran. You made it really well.”
“If you’re okay with it, I can make it even better, aunty,” he says lightly.
She coughs, caught off guard.
“Tea… right?”
Kiran laughs.
“Of course. What else did you think, aunty?”
Her thoughts scream.
Is he intentionally talking like this? Or is my mind twisting everything? Either way, I need to leave now.
She stands up quickly.
“Okay, Kiran, I’ll go now. Thanks for the tea. Tell your mother that Aamini aunty came.”
Inside, Kiran feels a brief disappointment.
Damn… she’s leaving already? If she stayed just a little longer…
No. Better not push it. Today, this is enough.
Out loud, he says calmly,
“Okay, aunty. I’ll tell her. Bye.”
“Bye, Kiran. You’re a very good boy,” she says.
“You’re also very good…”
figure, he adds silently in his head,
“…aunty. Bye.”
Aamini steps out of the house, her chest feeling tight, her thoughts tangled.
What is happening to me? Why did my eyes keep going there?
And how can someone that young be built like that? My husband probably doesn’t even have half of that…
She suddenly feels a strange warmth below. She realizes her lower lips are wet.
The realization hits her hard.
Confusion. Shock. Embarrassment.
She quickly adjusts her nighty and walks away, her face burning.
Scene cut to:
Outside, Padhu walks ahead, her hips moving naturally with every step. The rhythm is unintentional—but impossible to ignore.
Behind her, Raju walks, his eyes fixed, his hand rubbing discreetly against his groin.
“Raju, let’s go to D-Mart first,” Padhu says. “Groceries are cheaper there.”
“Oh madam, why D-Mart?” Raju replies smoothly. “I know a wholesale shop even better than that. I always buy there.”
“But quality is good at D-Mart, and prices are low,” she says.
“The place I buy from has even better quality,” he insists. “Direct from the company. Lower rates, good stuff.”
“But sir and I always buy only at D-Mart.”
“Maybe sir doesn’t know, madam,” Raju says, pretending casual confidence.
“Just check this place once. If you like it, you’ll come here again yourself.”
She slows down.
“Hmmm… okay. Where is it?”
Inside, Raju’s pulse quickens.
The bird has stepped into the path. Now… it’s just a matter of time.
“It’s nearby, madam. Just two minutes.”
Two minutes later, they stop in front of a small shop. It’s cramped, noisy, packed with people pushing past each other.
Padhu frowns immediately.
“What is this, Raju? Why did you bring me here? There’s not even space to stand. The shop is so small. This won’t work—let’s go to D-Mart.”
“Oh madam, don’t worry,” Raju says quickly.
“It’s small, but prices are cheap—that’s why everyone comes here. Just look at the crowd.”
“Forget prices,” Padhu snaps.
“Look at the people. Anyone can bump into me anytime. Even if it costs more, D-Mart is better.”
Raju steps closer, lowering his voice.
“Madam, I’m used to this place. And we’ve already walked a long way. D-Mart is very far from here. In this heat, we can’t walk that much. You said no bike. So we have no option. Trust me—I won’t let even a fly touch you. We’ve come this far… going back empty-handed won’t look good. Trust me. I’ll take care of you.”
Padhu thinks. The sun beats down. The road behind feels long.
Finally, she sighs.
“Okay.”
Raju smiles instantly.
“Thank you for trusting me, madam. Come.”
Inside his head, one thought repeats.
Got the bird.
What does Raju do next?
What is Kiran’s next move?
Will Aamini and Padhu lose control?
Read the next episode…!!!
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