Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
When they reached her apartment building, Rohan parked the car but made no move to switch off the engine immediately.
 
Neither of them seemed in any hurry to end the conversation.
 
A comfortable silence settled between them.
 
Mamta finally turned toward him.
 
“Thank you, Rohan.”
 
“For what?”
 
“For carrying all those heavy pots…”
 
She smiled.
 
“…and for making a simple trip to the nursery unexpectedly enjoyable.”
 
He smiled back.
 
“I should be thanking you.”
 
She looked at him curiously.
 
“Why?”
 
“I came here thinking I was going to learn about roses.”
 
“And?”
 
“I ended up discovering they weren't the most beautiful thing in the nursery.”
 
The words escaped before he could stop them.
 
For a heartbeat, neither of them spoke.
 
Mamta blinked.
 
Then she lowered her eyes, a rosy blush slowly spreading across her cheeks.
 
“You're quite a charmer,” she murmured, trying to sound composed despite the smile threatening to appear.
 
“I wasn't trying to charm you.”
 
“No?”
 
“No.”
 
He smiled softly.
 
“I was just being honest.”
 
She looked at him again.
 
Their eyes met.
 
This time neither of them looked away immediately.
 
Mamta was the first to break the silence.
 
“I should go.”
 
“Probably.”
 
“But…”
 
She hesitated.
 
“…thank you.”
 
He nodded.
 
“I hope I'll see you again, Aunty.”
 
The familiar word sounded different now.
 
Warmer.
 
More intimate.
 
Almost teasing.
 
Mamta smiled knowingly.
 
“I have a feeling,” she said softly as she reached for the door handle,
 
“…you'll find another excuse to visit a nursery.”
 
Rohan laughed.
 
“I might.”
 
She looked back at him one last time.
 
“Next time…”
 
She paused, her smile widening just a little.
 
“…try not to pretend you know nothing about roses.”
 
He grinned.
 
“Then I'd lose my best excuse to ask for your help.”
 
A soft laugh escaped her lips.
 
She shook her head, her cheeks still faintly pink.
 
“You really do need more practice.”
 
“With gardening?”
 
“With flirting.”
 
He placed a hand over his heart in mock surrender.
 
“Then I hope you'll be patient enough to teach me.”