Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
The next few days passed in a blur of activity.
 
Their parents returned, bringing with them a sudden, jarring sense of normalcy that made everything that had happened during the sleepover feel like a hazy, forbidden dream.
 
Anjali, ever the accomplished actress, slipped effortlessly back into the role of the perfect daughter, helping her mother around the house, chatting casually about college, and behaving as though nothing unusual had happened.
 
Yet every now and then, she and Rohan would exchange a brief, knowing glance, a silent reminder of the secret they now shared.
 
Just as planned, the invitation came through Neetu about a week later.
 
A cheerful, perfectly ordinary text inviting Anjali over for dinner.
 
Anjali made a small show of hesitation before casually mentioning it to her parents.
 
Since both families already knew each other well, her parents had no concerns.
 
They trusted Neetu's family and were happy to let Anjali go.
 
When they learned Rohan would accompany her, they agreed immediately, knowing he was responsible and that it would be a simple evening with familiar people.
 
Neetu's father had been working in Dubai for almost a decade.
 
His job required him to spend most of the year away from home, returning to India only once every six months and staying for about a month before leaving again.
 
The arrangement had given the family stability and comfort, but it had also meant that Mamta had spent a large part of her married life managing the home and raising Neetu largely on her own.
 
Mamta's story had begun much earlier, at an age when most people were still discovering themselves.