11-02-2026, 09:45 AM
Part -5
Aamini is watching TV when the doorbell rings.
“Who the hell is it at this time?” she mutters and opens the door.
She freezes.
“Arey… Kiran? You?”
“Yes, aunty.”
“What happened? Why did you come like this?”
“Can’t I come?” he says softly.
Inside her head: Why now? After everything today… why him?
He steps a little closer.
“I was alone at home. Amma hasn’t come yet. She never leaves me alone this long. I felt… scared. If you don’t mind, can I stay here till she comes?”
Inside she thinks:
Scared? This grown guy? Or is he trying to get close? Or am I the one imagining things because of what I saw earlier?
She exhales.
“Okay. Come inside.”
Inside his head: Nice. Calm. Don’t rush. Slow game.
They sit on separate sofas. The TV plays some random show.
Silence stretches.
Kiran leans slightly forward.
“Aunty… if you don’t misunderstand, can I say something?”
“Say it.”
“You won’t scold me?”
“I won’t.”
“You’re very beautiful.”
She smiles knowingly.
Inside: There. That’s the real reason he came.
“Thanks. Not more than your mother.”
“No. You’re more beautiful than her.”
“Enough, Kiran.”
He continues.
“In our apartment… you have serious fan following. Especially among the uncles.”
“What nonsense?”
“I’ve seen it. The way they stare when you walk. They don’t even blink. They look at your chest, your waist… your ass. Like they’re mentally fucking you.”
Her breath catches.
Heat spreads slowly under her skin.
“Really?” she asks, voice lower.
“Yes. You have no idea what your body does when you walk past.”
She laughs lightly, pretending.
“You’re talking too much.”
“I’m telling the truth. Your beauty is dangerous. If someone like you calls a man close… who wouldn’t get hard?”
She turns sharply. “What did you say?”
He quickly covers. “I mean… who wouldn’t feel proud?”
Inside she thinks:
Proud? That’s not what you meant. I saw you earlier. You were hard.
She stands up suddenly.
“That’s enough. I’ll tell your mother that her son has become too clever.”
He jumps slightly.
“No! Please don’t tell her.”
“Oh, I’ll tell her properly. ‘Akka, your son talks like a full-grown man. Not innocent at all.’”
He moves forward in panic.
“Please, aunty. I just spoke like that because of your beauty. I didn’t mean anything wrong. If you tell her, she’ll kill me. I swear I’m innocent.”
She folds her arms, watching him squirm.
Inside: He’s scared. But not completely. He’s acting scared.
She finally smiles.
“Okay. I won’t tell.”
He exhales dramatically.
“Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”
“And don’t call me ‘babu’,” he says suddenly.
“What?”
“Don’t call me babu. It sounds like some old politician name. Just call me ‘ra.’”
She smirks. “Oh? You like that?”
“Yes. If someone as beautiful as you calls me ‘ra’… who wouldn’t feel something?”
“Feel what?” she challenges.
He grins. “Pride.”
Inside she thinks:
Not pride. Something else is rising in you.
She shakes her head.
“Watch TV. I’ll go freshen up.”
Inside her mind:
This fellow is not innocent. With just words he’s heating me up. If he actually touches me… what would happen? Stop it. Control yourself.
Inside his mind:
She’s affected. I saw that pause. She’s not untouched by this.
She walks toward the bathroom.
He watches.
Meanwhile, inside the shop…
Three men stand staring at Paddu.
“Look at her chest, da,” one whispers. “Those are fucking unreal.”
“And her ass,” another says. “The way it moves… I swear I’m getting hard just watching.”
“If I fuck that once, I’ll die peacefully.”
“She’s alone. Today is the day.”
One of them walks toward her.
“Hi, shopping?”
“What else would I be doing?” Paddu replies coolly.
Fuck, attitude too.
“What are you searching?”
“Chocolates for my son.”
“Son?” he blurts. “You look single.”
She smiles politely.
“Thank you. Show me where they are.”
He leads her. His friends follow.
He pretends to reach high, loses balance deliberately, and falls forward.
For one second.
His face presses into her chest.
Soft.
Warm.
Full.
His brain explodes.
Holy fuck.
Paddu freezes. Shocked.
Then pushes him hard.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I slipped! Why would I fall intentionally?”
She adjusts herself quickly, embarrassed, angry, but also shaken.
Behind her, the men whisper.
“How was it?”
“Bro… I can’t explain. Soft as heaven.”
“Lucky bastard.”
Paddu walks away, heart racing.
She bends near the watermelons.
As she bends, her hips push back naturally.
One of the men steps close.
Fingers brush her backside.
She stiffens.
Turns.
He pretends innocence.
She bends again.
This time, firm contact.
A body presses from behind through fabric.
She gasps softly.
Heat shoots up her spine.
It has been a long time since she felt strong physical sensation.
The man grinds lightly.
Inside his head:
Fuck… this feels insane.
Inside her head:
Move. Stop. Why is my body reacting like this?
Just when the tension stretches—
“Madam! Madam!”
Raju’s voice cuts through.
Paddu snaps back to reality and steps away immediately.
She walks toward him, breathing unevenly.
Outside, her legs feel slightly weak.
“Where were you?” Raju asks.
“Near the fruits. Let’s go home. It’s late.”
They finish billing.
Outside she says quietly, “Let’s take an auto.”
Raju nods fast. “Wait here.”
Inside his mind:
She’s shaken. This is the perfect time.
At the same time, Aamini enters the bathroom.
Strangely… she doesn’t lock the bedroom door.
Whether by carelessness.
Or something else.
Kiran notices.
Slowly.
He stands.
Walks toward the hallway.
Step.
Step.
Step.
What will Kiran do next?
What is Raju planning with the auto?
Is this just heat… or something darker about to happen?
Comment down ur thoughts!!!
Aamini is watching TV when the doorbell rings.
“Who the hell is it at this time?” she mutters and opens the door.
She freezes.
“Arey… Kiran? You?”
“Yes, aunty.”
“What happened? Why did you come like this?”
“Can’t I come?” he says softly.
Inside her head: Why now? After everything today… why him?
He steps a little closer.
“I was alone at home. Amma hasn’t come yet. She never leaves me alone this long. I felt… scared. If you don’t mind, can I stay here till she comes?”
Inside she thinks:
Scared? This grown guy? Or is he trying to get close? Or am I the one imagining things because of what I saw earlier?
She exhales.
“Okay. Come inside.”
Inside his head: Nice. Calm. Don’t rush. Slow game.
They sit on separate sofas. The TV plays some random show.
Silence stretches.
Kiran leans slightly forward.
“Aunty… if you don’t misunderstand, can I say something?”
“Say it.”
“You won’t scold me?”
“I won’t.”
“You’re very beautiful.”
She smiles knowingly.
Inside: There. That’s the real reason he came.
“Thanks. Not more than your mother.”
“No. You’re more beautiful than her.”
“Enough, Kiran.”
He continues.
“In our apartment… you have serious fan following. Especially among the uncles.”
“What nonsense?”
“I’ve seen it. The way they stare when you walk. They don’t even blink. They look at your chest, your waist… your ass. Like they’re mentally fucking you.”
Her breath catches.
Heat spreads slowly under her skin.
“Really?” she asks, voice lower.
“Yes. You have no idea what your body does when you walk past.”
She laughs lightly, pretending.
“You’re talking too much.”
“I’m telling the truth. Your beauty is dangerous. If someone like you calls a man close… who wouldn’t get hard?”
She turns sharply. “What did you say?”
He quickly covers. “I mean… who wouldn’t feel proud?”
Inside she thinks:
Proud? That’s not what you meant. I saw you earlier. You were hard.
She stands up suddenly.
“That’s enough. I’ll tell your mother that her son has become too clever.”
He jumps slightly.
“No! Please don’t tell her.”
“Oh, I’ll tell her properly. ‘Akka, your son talks like a full-grown man. Not innocent at all.’”
He moves forward in panic.
“Please, aunty. I just spoke like that because of your beauty. I didn’t mean anything wrong. If you tell her, she’ll kill me. I swear I’m innocent.”
She folds her arms, watching him squirm.
Inside: He’s scared. But not completely. He’s acting scared.
She finally smiles.
“Okay. I won’t tell.”
He exhales dramatically.
“Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”
“And don’t call me ‘babu’,” he says suddenly.
“What?”
“Don’t call me babu. It sounds like some old politician name. Just call me ‘ra.’”
She smirks. “Oh? You like that?”
“Yes. If someone as beautiful as you calls me ‘ra’… who wouldn’t feel something?”
“Feel what?” she challenges.
He grins. “Pride.”
Inside she thinks:
Not pride. Something else is rising in you.
She shakes her head.
“Watch TV. I’ll go freshen up.”
Inside her mind:
This fellow is not innocent. With just words he’s heating me up. If he actually touches me… what would happen? Stop it. Control yourself.
Inside his mind:
She’s affected. I saw that pause. She’s not untouched by this.
She walks toward the bathroom.
He watches.
Meanwhile, inside the shop…
Three men stand staring at Paddu.
“Look at her chest, da,” one whispers. “Those are fucking unreal.”
“And her ass,” another says. “The way it moves… I swear I’m getting hard just watching.”
“If I fuck that once, I’ll die peacefully.”
“She’s alone. Today is the day.”
One of them walks toward her.
“Hi, shopping?”
“What else would I be doing?” Paddu replies coolly.
Fuck, attitude too.
“What are you searching?”
“Chocolates for my son.”
“Son?” he blurts. “You look single.”
She smiles politely.
“Thank you. Show me where they are.”
He leads her. His friends follow.
He pretends to reach high, loses balance deliberately, and falls forward.
For one second.
His face presses into her chest.
Soft.
Warm.
Full.
His brain explodes.
Holy fuck.
Paddu freezes. Shocked.
Then pushes him hard.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I slipped! Why would I fall intentionally?”
She adjusts herself quickly, embarrassed, angry, but also shaken.
Behind her, the men whisper.
“How was it?”
“Bro… I can’t explain. Soft as heaven.”
“Lucky bastard.”
Paddu walks away, heart racing.
She bends near the watermelons.
As she bends, her hips push back naturally.
One of the men steps close.
Fingers brush her backside.
She stiffens.
Turns.
He pretends innocence.
She bends again.
This time, firm contact.
A body presses from behind through fabric.
She gasps softly.
Heat shoots up her spine.
It has been a long time since she felt strong physical sensation.
The man grinds lightly.
Inside his head:
Fuck… this feels insane.
Inside her head:
Move. Stop. Why is my body reacting like this?
Just when the tension stretches—
“Madam! Madam!”
Raju’s voice cuts through.
Paddu snaps back to reality and steps away immediately.
She walks toward him, breathing unevenly.
Outside, her legs feel slightly weak.
“Where were you?” Raju asks.
“Near the fruits. Let’s go home. It’s late.”
They finish billing.
Outside she says quietly, “Let’s take an auto.”
Raju nods fast. “Wait here.”
Inside his mind:
She’s shaken. This is the perfect time.
At the same time, Aamini enters the bathroom.
Strangely… she doesn’t lock the bedroom door.
Whether by carelessness.
Or something else.
Kiran notices.
Slowly.
He stands.
Walks toward the hallway.
Step.
Step.
Step.
What will Kiran do next?
What is Raju planning with the auto?
Is this just heat… or something darker about to happen?
Comment down ur thoughts!!!
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