divya

[కుమార్]

‎Two days passed normally. Divya did her daily work. Convent teaching. Cooking. Taking care of Monu. She smiled outside. Inside shame stayed quiet but heavy. Ranjith came back from village. Everything looked normal. No one talked about anything bad.
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‎Third day — Monu birthday.
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‎Divya woke early. Made halwa and kheer. Sweet smell filled kitchen. She wore light blue saree. Tight blouse. Blouse hugged her breasts tight. Cleavage little visible when she bent. Pallu neat. Bindi red. Mangalsutra shining. She looked beautiful. Traditional. But inside heart fast.
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‎Morning eight thirty Hamee rickshaw came. Shouted, “Bachho aao!”
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‎Children came. Sat in rickshaw.
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‎Ranjith was at gate. He saw Hamee. Smiled normal.
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‎“Come in Hamee. Take sweet. Today Monu birthday.”
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‎Hamee looked surprised. He not bathed. Shirt dirty. Lungi smell of sweat and old liquor. Beard rough. Hair messy.
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‎He nodded. “Ji saab.”
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‎He came inside house. 
‎ Shoes off at door.
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‎Monu was in hall. Sitting on floor. Watching picture books. Happy birthday mood.
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‎Ranjith looked at Divya in kitchen. Said, “Divya, I am going to bath. Give sweet to rickshaw pullar.”
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‎He took towel. Went to back side bathroom.
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‎Divya in kitchen. Light blue saree shining in morning light. Tight blouse showing her curves. Breasts full. Waist thin. She was stirring kheer. Halwa ready in bowl.
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‎Hamee slowly entered kitchen.
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‎He stood at door. Eyes on her back. Saw her saree. How it hugged her ass. Blouse tight. When she moved arm, breasts moved little.
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‎He came two steps inside. No sound.
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‎Divya felt someone. Turned head. Saw him.
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‎Her face became red. Heart beat fast. Remembered that night — how he fucked her hard. . Between breasts. Shame came like fire.
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‎She said soft, scared, “Hamee bhaiya… wait there. I give sweet.”
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‎But Hamee came more close. Liquor smell faint but there. Eyes hungry on her body.
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‎Ranjith bath sound came from back — water running.
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‎Monu in hall. Books sound.
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‎Kitchen silent except kheer bubbling.
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‎Hamee stood very close now. Behind her.
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‎Hamee stood very close in the kitchen. His hand moved slowly to Divya ass. Started rubbing over saree. Rough palm pressing soft flesh. 
‎Squeezing little.
‎ Divya felt his dirty fingers digging in. Warm through thin fabric.
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‎Divya looked at him angrily. Eyes sharp. But she said nothing. Lips tight. Just stared.
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‎Hamee slowly turned her towards him. Held her waist.
‎ Pulled her body to face him.
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‎Divya saw his ugly face up close. Beard black and rough. Full of dust. Yellow teeth. Red eyes from old liquor. 
‎Bad smell coming from mouth — liquor, beedi, sweat.
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‎He pressed her waist harder. Pulled her close. Kissed her cheeks. 
‎Rough beard scratched her soft skin. Wet lips touched her cheek twice. Slow. Possessive.
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‎Divya looked towards bathroom door. Water sound still coming from inside. Ranjith bathing.
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‎She said low , “I call my husband.”
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‎Hamee face changed. Became sad. Eyes dropped. Hands loosened on her waist.
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‎He removed his hands from her. Stepped back one step.
‎ Looked down. Like small boy who got scold.
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‎Divya saw his sad face. 
‎Something moved in her heart. Pity mixed with shame.
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‎She smiled small. Soft smile.
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‎“I don’t like your dirty face, bhaiyaa.”
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‎Hamee looked up. Still sad. Then looked towards hall. Monu sitting with birthday books. Happy face.
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‎Divya said quiet, “His birthday today, bhaiyaa.”
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‎Hamee still sad. No smile. Eyes down.
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‎Divya looked at bathroom door again. Water sound loud.
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‎She slowly moved to Hamee. One step. Then another.
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‎Raised on toes.
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‎Pressed her soft lips on his rough lips. Silently.
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‎Kiss gentle at first. Just lips touching.
‎ Then deeper. Her mouth opened little.
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‎ Tongue touched his lips.
‎Tasted liquor and beedi taste again.
‎ But she did not stop. Kissed slow. Wet. Warm.
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‎Hamee surprised. Then kissed back soft. Hands stayed on his side. Did not touch her this time.
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‎Kiss lasted ten seconds. Then Divya pulled back.
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‎Looked at him.his Eyes soft now.
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