Family of Desire: Getting close to didi and mom

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Scene 4

We all moved to the living room. The afternoon sun was coming in through the thin curtains, making everything look golden. Vian was now in full charge. He was not just the neighbor anymore—he was the director, and Mom was his main star.

He told her to stand near the heavy silk curtains. 

Click. Click. Click.

The camera sound was steady, like music. With every click, Mom started to relax a little. At first she was stiff, holding her breath, pulling in her stomach. But Vian kept talking to her in a low, soft voice, like he was speaking to someone special, not just an aunty.

Vian: “Chin up, Aunty. Yes. Look straight at the camera. Don’t smile… give me that attitude look. Like you own everything. Like you know you’re hot.”

Kaveri Mom: “Vian… kuch bhi. I feel silly. Is my tummy looking very big?”

Vian: “Aunty, forget about the tummy. Think about your curves. Turn to the side… show me that profile. Yes. Uff. That shape is killer.”

Eshan: “See, Mom? I told you. You’re a natural.”

Vian: “Wait. The light is not hitting your neck right. Your hair is coming in the way.”

Vian put the camera down. He didn’t ask her to move her hair. He just walked up to her.

He stood very close—barely one inch away. I saw Mom’s shoulders get tight. She held her breath, her chest rising high and staying there, pressing against the thin net of the saree.

Vian reached out. His fingers touched her bare shoulder first. Then slowly he took her thick, wet hair and moved it all to one side. This showed her long, fair neck and the deep open back of the blouse.

His hand stayed there. His fingers lightly touched the string of the halter neck.

Vian: “Your skin… damn, Aunty. It’s smoother than the models I shoot. What do you use? Malai?”

Kaveri Mom: (voice shaking, almost a whisper) “Just… just soap, beta. Vian… you are standing very close.”

Vian: “Need to get the details perfect, na? Relax. You are so tense. Your shoulders feel tight.”

He didn’t step back. Instead he went behind her. He put both hands on her bare shoulders. His thumbs pressed into the soft skin. Mom gasped. Her head fell back a little against his chest.

Vian: “Loosen up. Aise. Just breathe.”

His hands moved down slowly. From her shoulders, along her bare back, following her spine, all the way to where the saree was tucked at her heavy hips. His palms stayed flat on her warm skin. It didn’t feel like just fixing a pose. It felt like he was claiming her.

Kaveri Mom: “Ahhh… Vian… kya kar rahe ho? Eshan is watching…”

Vian: (whispering in her ear) “Eshan is cool, Aunty. He wants you to look your best. And to look your best, you need to feel… sexy. Right, Eshan?”

Eshan: (watching everything, throat dry) “Yeah, Mom. Let him fix the pose. Just… go with the flow.”

Vian: “See? Even your son knows. Now… this saree is tied a bit high. It’s hiding your waist.”

Before Mom could say anything, Vian’s hands went to her waist. He put his fingers inside the saree waistband and pulled it down—just one inch. That small pull showed the deep curve of her hip bone and the soft creamy skin of her lower belly.
Mom took a quick, shaky breath. Her hands went up and grabbed his wrists, but she didn’t push him away. She just held tight, her fingers turning white.

Vian: “There. Now the navel is free. That deep, round navel… gazab.”

He moved around her, his face close to hers. They both looked at her reflection in the glass window.

Vian: “Look at yourself, Kaveri. Not Aunty. Kaveri. You are a bomb. Don’t you feel the heat?”

Kaveri Mom: “Vian… please… I am feeling… very hot. Ajeeb lag raha hai.”

Vian: “Good. That heat looks amazing on camera. Now… turn around and face me. I want a close-up.”

She turned. Now they were standing chest to chest. She had to look up at him. The air between them felt thick, with the smell of her sweat and his perfume.

Vian: “Give me that look again. The one that says you know exactly what I’m looking at.”

He looked straight at her cleavage, which was moving just inches from his shirt.

Kaveri Mom: “You… you are a very naughty boy, Vian. Flirting with your friend’s mother.”

Vian: (smiling, stepping even closer so his thigh touched hers) “Only because the mother is hotter than any girlfriend. Now… chin up. Mouth open a little. Yes. Perfect.”