Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
She laughed.
 
“Maybe I just read too much poetry.”
 
“Neetu told me.”
 
Mamta looked at him.
 
“She did?”
 
“Yes. She said you spend hours with old poetry books.”
 
A surprised smile appeared on her face.
 
“She told you that?”
 
“Yes.”
 
Mamta shook her head.
 
“That girl talks too much.”
 
“But she talks about you with a lot of affection.”
 
For a moment, Mamta became quiet.
 
The simple statement touched something inside her.
 
“That’s nice to hear.”
 
Rohan noticed the softness in her expression.
 
He wanted to remember that moment.
 
 
 
***
 
 
 
When they reached the checkout area, Rohan noticed the heavy bags and large pots in her trolley.
 
“Let me help you.”
 
“Oh no, Rohan. It’s okay.”
 
“It’s not okay. You’ll end up carrying all this yourself.”
 
“I manage.”
 
“I know you do.”
 
He smiled.
 
“But that doesn’t mean you always have to.”
 
The words surprised her.
 
For a moment, she simply looked at him.
 
Then she smiled gently.
 
“Fine. Thank you.”
 
He carried the plants easily, and she watched him with quiet amusement.
 
“You make it look effortless.”
 
“I’m an engineering student. We are trained for impossible problems.”
 
She laughed.
 
“Is carrying flower pots an engineering problem?”
 
“Today it is.”
 
She shook her head, smiling.
 
The drive home was even more comfortable than Rohan had imagined.
 
The conversation moved away from flowers.
 
He told her funny stories about his college projects, the disasters, the arguments, and the moments when everything went completely wrong.
 
Mamta listened with a growing smile, clearly enjoying his animated storytelling.
 
“You mean your entire team spent three weeks building something that didn’t work?” she asked, trying not to laugh.
 
Rohan nodded with a serious expression.
 
“Yes. Three weeks of late nights, endless debates, and complete confidence that we had created something revolutionary.”
 
“And then?”
 
He sighed dramatically.
 
“We discovered one wire was connected incorrectly.”
 
For a second, Mamta tried to maintain her composure.
 
Then she laughed.