Incest Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
The romantic moment arrived a week later. Rather Rohan orchestrated the romantic moment a week later.
 
This time, Rohan didn't wait for an invitation.
 
But unlike the previous times, he exactly planed it. How to start and how to steer until the end of that day.
 
It was a complete dramatic plan.
 
Carefully crafted and arranged excuse.
 
Rohan got the book from the book store that morning. The collection of Ghalib's poetry he had mentioned during their last conversation, and smiled.
 
He had bought it exclusively for this. He knew this book will get him some reward.
 
He wanted a perfect excuse to see Mamta today.
 
This, for sure will give him that excuse, he had told himself.
 
He called Neetu.
 
“Hey,” he said casually. “I was nearby. I just finished meeting a friend. I was thinking of dropping by for a few minutes.”
 
Neetu, now a fully compliant co-conspirator, her guilt replaced by a strange, addictive thrill in being part of this secret, she expected this is coming sooner or later.
 
There was a pause.
 
Neetu knew.
 
She had known for some time.
 
She knew the way her mother smiled after Rohan left. She knew the way Mamta occasionally mentioned something he had said, pretending it was just an ordinary conversation.
 
And she knew something else too.
 
Something she did not want to examine too closely.
 
“Do you have a reason?” Neetu asked.
 
Rohan laughed.
 
“I brought that Ghalib book I told your mom about.”
 
Another pause.
 
Then Neetu sighed.
 
“You really are impossible.”
 
“Is that a yes?”
 
“She’s home.” She is becoming instrumental for him.
 
A small smile appeared on his face.
 
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
 
 
 
When Rohan arrived, Mamta was surprised.
 
Not unpleasantly.
 
Just surprised.
 
“Rohan?”
 
He held up the book.
 
“I kept my promise.”
 
Her eyes moved to the cover.
 
“You remembered?”
 
He smiled.
 
“I told you I would.”