Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

First Visit - The Plan
 
That week moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each day heavy with thinking and planning.
 
Tuesday morning arrived with a soft, grey light filtering through the curtains, casting the room in a muted, secretive glow.
 
Rohan had been planning this for days.
 
He knew Neetu’s college schedule by heart; she would be buried in lectures until the late afternoon.
 
He knew Mamta would be alone, the house silent and still, until the evening shadows crept in. This was the perfect window, a sliver of time he had carved out with meticulous precision.
 
Over breakfast, he had told Anjali his plan. His voice was low, a conspiratorial murmur against the clatter of the morning.
 
"Today," he said, his eyes holding hers. "I'm going to her house."
 
Anjali’s smile was slow and knowing. "Finally."
 
"She's been ready. I can feel it in the way she moves, in the way she looks away when I catch her eye."
 
"Then go." Anjali leaned in, her voice dropping to a silken whisper. "Make her yours, the way you've wanted to."
 
He glanced around the room, his mother was a distant clatter in the kitchen, and his father had already left for work.
 
The house was theirs for a fleeting moment. He leaned forward and captured Anjali’s lips in a kiss that was laced with a raw, unspoken desire, a hunger that was barely restrained.
 
"I want to make you mine, too," he breathed against her mouth.
 
"I told you," she whispered back, her eyes fluttering open, a flicker of longing and defiance in their depths. "Everything except that, right? Everything else is yours."
 
He looked deep into her eyes. They both knew what he truly craved.