Yesterday, 10:03 PM
Part-4
Aamini freshens up, splashes water on her face, and walks into the hall. She switches on the TV and starts flipping channels absent-mindedly. Suddenly, a **Kamasutra ad** flashes on the screen—slow visuals, suggestive lines, bodies too close for comfort.
The moment she sees it, heat rushes through her body again.
Her breath tightens.
“Damn it…” she mutters and immediately switches the TV off. She walks straight into the kitchen, trying to shake the feeling.
“What the hell is happening to me?” she says to herself.
“Unnecessarily I went to Paddu akka’s house today. That moment… the moment I saw his dick… everything went out of control. Since then, my body isn’t listening to me at all.”
Hunger hits her suddenly. She opens the fruit basket. Her eyes fall on a **banana—long, thick, heavy**.
Her mind betrays her instantly.
Kiran.
His body.
That shape.
That hardness.
“Oh God… what have I turned into?” she groans.
“This is it. From now on, I have to stay away from Kiran. Otherwise, it feels like I’ll walk up to him myself and ask for it. Chi… what nonsense. He’s young. What am I even thinking?”
She exhales sharply.
“I have to be careful. He’s sharp… too sharp. The way he stood there… half of me feels he *wanted* me to look at his dick. Or am I just imagining things?”
Her thoughts won’t settle.
---
At the same time, in the next flat, Kiran lies back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Fuck…” he whispers.
“I missed a damn good chance today. I really thought I could slowly pull Aamini into my line. But she slipped away.”
He smirks slightly.
“But the way she kept staring at my dick… no woman looks like that unless she wants it. That means she has hunger too.”
He frowns.
“I always thought her husband must be solid in bed. Maybe not. Or maybe his dick isn’t enough for her. Or maybe I’m overthinking.”
He closes his eyes.
“Whatever it is… one day, I want to fuck her properly. Just once… to see how she reacts.”
---
Meanwhile, Paddu and Raju walk into the crowded shop.
“Raju,” Paddu says, “two kilos of idli rava, one kilo upma rava, and three litres of oil packets. That’s all for me. What are you buying?”
Raju looks at her—not at the items.
*When a woman like you is right in front of me,* he thinks,
*what do I need anything else for? I came here only for your body, you mad woman.*
Out loud, he says,
“I’ll take a dozen eggs, madam.”
“Oh… one egg a day?” Paddu smiles. “Good. Protein is important.”
Raju swallows.
*Yeah… if I want the strength to handle a woman like you,* he thinks darkly.
“Yes madam,” he says. “True.”
Inside the shop, men keep staring at Paddu shamelessly. Some don’t even hide it—eyes roaming, lips parted. A few hands move unconsciously at their groins.
Paddu feels it.
“Raju… why is everyone looking at me like this?” she asks uneasily.
“Do I look strange?”
*Strange?* Raju thinks.
*You’re fucking dangerous. They’re fucking you with their eyes.*
“Nothing madam,” he says calmly. “Don’t bother. Come, let’s finish fast.”
Paddu reaches up to take oil packets from a higher shelf. As she lifts her arms, her pallu slips slightly.
Raju’s breath stops.
“Fuck… what luck today,” he thinks.
Her breasts strain forward, full and heavy, clearly outlined—like ripe mangoes begging to be touched.
Paddu realizes it instantly and adjusts her pallu. She looks at Raju.
He’s smiling. Crooked. Hungry.
She turns her face away, cheeks burning.
What she doesn’t realize is that **many eyes saw the same thing**, not just Raju’s.
“Raju,” she says softly, “I can’t reach that oil packet. Can you get it?”
“Sure, madam. Stand aside.”
She steps back.
Raju hands over the packets. Paddu says,
“I’ll take the rest. You go and buy your things.”
He hesitates.
“It’s okay madam, I’ll buy after you—”
“No,” she cuts in. “It’s already late. Kiran will be worried. You go.”
Raju has no choice. He walks away.
What Paddu doesn’t know is that **some eyes have been waiting exactly for this moment**.
Scene cut to:
Aamini is watching the TV , then suddenly
The doorbell rings.
“Who is it now?” she mutters, walking to the door.
She opens it—
And freezes in shock at the person standing in front of her.
Who rang the bell? And what will happen to paddu now, does raaju succeeded in his plan? These we will see in next part.
Stay tuned for upcoming update.
Aamini freshens up, splashes water on her face, and walks into the hall. She switches on the TV and starts flipping channels absent-mindedly. Suddenly, a **Kamasutra ad** flashes on the screen—slow visuals, suggestive lines, bodies too close for comfort.
The moment she sees it, heat rushes through her body again.
Her breath tightens.
“Damn it…” she mutters and immediately switches the TV off. She walks straight into the kitchen, trying to shake the feeling.
“What the hell is happening to me?” she says to herself.
“Unnecessarily I went to Paddu akka’s house today. That moment… the moment I saw his dick… everything went out of control. Since then, my body isn’t listening to me at all.”
Hunger hits her suddenly. She opens the fruit basket. Her eyes fall on a **banana—long, thick, heavy**.
Her mind betrays her instantly.
Kiran.
His body.
That shape.
That hardness.
“Oh God… what have I turned into?” she groans.
“This is it. From now on, I have to stay away from Kiran. Otherwise, it feels like I’ll walk up to him myself and ask for it. Chi… what nonsense. He’s young. What am I even thinking?”
She exhales sharply.
“I have to be careful. He’s sharp… too sharp. The way he stood there… half of me feels he *wanted* me to look at his dick. Or am I just imagining things?”
Her thoughts won’t settle.
---
At the same time, in the next flat, Kiran lies back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Fuck…” he whispers.
“I missed a damn good chance today. I really thought I could slowly pull Aamini into my line. But she slipped away.”
He smirks slightly.
“But the way she kept staring at my dick… no woman looks like that unless she wants it. That means she has hunger too.”
He frowns.
“I always thought her husband must be solid in bed. Maybe not. Or maybe his dick isn’t enough for her. Or maybe I’m overthinking.”
He closes his eyes.
“Whatever it is… one day, I want to fuck her properly. Just once… to see how she reacts.”
---
Meanwhile, Paddu and Raju walk into the crowded shop.
“Raju,” Paddu says, “two kilos of idli rava, one kilo upma rava, and three litres of oil packets. That’s all for me. What are you buying?”
Raju looks at her—not at the items.
*When a woman like you is right in front of me,* he thinks,
*what do I need anything else for? I came here only for your body, you mad woman.*
Out loud, he says,
“I’ll take a dozen eggs, madam.”
“Oh… one egg a day?” Paddu smiles. “Good. Protein is important.”
Raju swallows.
*Yeah… if I want the strength to handle a woman like you,* he thinks darkly.
“Yes madam,” he says. “True.”
Inside the shop, men keep staring at Paddu shamelessly. Some don’t even hide it—eyes roaming, lips parted. A few hands move unconsciously at their groins.
Paddu feels it.
“Raju… why is everyone looking at me like this?” she asks uneasily.
“Do I look strange?”
*Strange?* Raju thinks.
*You’re fucking dangerous. They’re fucking you with their eyes.*
“Nothing madam,” he says calmly. “Don’t bother. Come, let’s finish fast.”
Paddu reaches up to take oil packets from a higher shelf. As she lifts her arms, her pallu slips slightly.
Raju’s breath stops.
“Fuck… what luck today,” he thinks.
Her breasts strain forward, full and heavy, clearly outlined—like ripe mangoes begging to be touched.
Paddu realizes it instantly and adjusts her pallu. She looks at Raju.
He’s smiling. Crooked. Hungry.
She turns her face away, cheeks burning.
What she doesn’t realize is that **many eyes saw the same thing**, not just Raju’s.
“Raju,” she says softly, “I can’t reach that oil packet. Can you get it?”
“Sure, madam. Stand aside.”
She steps back.
Raju hands over the packets. Paddu says,
“I’ll take the rest. You go and buy your things.”
He hesitates.
“It’s okay madam, I’ll buy after you—”
“No,” she cuts in. “It’s already late. Kiran will be worried. You go.”
Raju has no choice. He walks away.
What Paddu doesn’t know is that **some eyes have been waiting exactly for this moment**.
Scene cut to:
Aamini is watching the TV , then suddenly
The doorbell rings.
“Who is it now?” she mutters, walking to the door.
She opens it—
And freezes in shock at the person standing in front of her.
Who rang the bell? And what will happen to paddu now, does raaju succeeded in his plan? These we will see in next part.
Stay tuned for upcoming update.
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