Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Mamta’s expression was focused and peaceful as she leaned closer to inspect a rose, her fingers gently brushing against the leaves without disturbing them.
 
There was something captivating about the way she treated the flowers, with patience, affection, and almost a motherly tenderness.
 
Rohan understood then why Neetu had described this place as her mother’s world.
 
“Wow,” Anjali whispered beside him.
 
Rohan looked at her.
 
“What?”
 
“She really does love roses.”
 
He smiled faintly.
 
“No. She loves life.”
 
Anjali looked at him suspiciously.
 
“Careful. You’re already talking like a poet.”
 
She gave him a small push.
 
“Go.”
 
Rohan took a deep breath, adjusted his shirt, and walked toward Mamta.
 
“Aunty? Mamta Aunty?”
 
Mamta turned.
 
For a second, surprise crossed her face.
 
Then it transformed into a warm smile.
 
“Rohan?”
 
Her smile was genuine, and somehow that made him even more nervous.
 
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “I thought you were an engineering student, not someone who spends weekends among flowers.”
 
He laughed.
 
“Definitely not a botanist, Aunty. Actually, I’m here because of my mother.”
 
“Your mother?”
 
“Yes. Her birthday is next week. She loves gardening, and I thought I would surprise her with a rose plant.”
 
Mamta’s eyes immediately softened.
 
“That is actually very thoughtful.”
 
He smiled.
 
“The problem is… I have no idea what I’m doing.”
 
She laughed softly.
 
The sound was gentle and unexpectedly charming.
 
“I don’t believe that.”
 
“It’s true. I came here looking confident, but inside I’m completely lost.”
 
Mamta shook her head, amused.
 
“Young people today are so confident about everything. At least you are honest enough to admit when you don’t know something.”
 
Rohan smiled.
 
“So you’re saying I get some points for honesty?”
 
“Maybe one or two.”
 
He laughed.
 
The conversation began naturally.
 
“What kind of garden does your mother have?” Mamta asked.
 
“Small one. Mostly plants in pots.”
 
“Then don’t choose something that requires too much space. Some roses need room to grow.”