Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan asked her with amusement, “She created the problem and became the hero?”
 
“Exactly.”
 
“She sounds exactly like Neetu.”
 
“She hasn't changed much,” Mamta replied, laughing. “She's always liked being the clever one.”
 
“I can believe that.”
 
“She'd eventually 'discover' the book under a pillow or behind a curtain, looking so proud of herself that I couldn't even pretend to be angry.”
 
“She was manipulating situations even as a child.”
 
Mamta nodded with a smile.
 
“She still does.”
 
Rohan chuckled.
 
“I suppose she learned that from someone.”
 
Mamta looked at him in surprise.
 
“From me?”
 
“Well…” he teased. “You seem very good at making people do things they weren't planning to.”
 
She tilted her head.
 
“Oh? Such as?”
 
He smiled.
 
“I came here to buy one rose plant.”
 
“Yes…”
 
“Instead, I bought a rose, learned an entire lesson on gardening, and somehow agreed to carry half the nursery to your apartment.”
 
Mamta laughed, shaking her head.
 
“I didn't force you.”
 
“No,” he admitted, looking at her with an easy smile.
 
“You didn't have to.”
 
For just a moment, their eyes met.
 
Mamta felt an unexpected warmth rise to her cheeks and looked out through the windshield, pretending to admire the passing trees.
 
To her relief, and slight disappointment, Rohan didn't mention her blush.
 
Instead, he asked gently,
 
“You must be very proud of Neetu.”
 
Mamta's expression softened instantly.
 
“I am.”
 
There was so much love in those two simple words that Rohan didn't need her to say anything else.
 
He smiled quietly.
 
“She talks about you with so much affection.”
 
Mamta looked at him.
 
“Does she?”
 
“She does.”
 
A gentle smile spread across her face.
 
“That's probably the nicest thing anyone has told me in a long time.”
 
The rest of the drive passed comfortably, filled with light conversation and easy laughter.