[mzafar]

Harsh's POV:

"After finishing dinner, I moved to the sofa, my gaze fixed once again on the television. About 5–10 minutes after drinking some water following my meal, my head began to feel heavy. My eyes burned, and my body ached—much like the sensation one feels when running a fever. I continued watching the TV, but I don't recall exactly when my eyes drifted shut and I fell into a deep sleep."

Suspecting that his mother, Bimla, might have spiked his dinner with a sleeping aid or some other substance—noting that she had eaten only one *roti* while he had consumed four—Harsh quickly got up from the living room sofa. He rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and forced himself to vomit by inserting his fingers deep into his throat, purging the meal from his system. After washing up and thoroughly cleaning the bathroom, he returned to his own room, ate a few biscuits, drank some water, and lay down on his bed. He left his door wide open, turned off the lights, and feigned sleep, waiting to see if an intimate encounter would take place between his mother, Bimla, and Prabin Uncle—though he wasn't entirely certain if Prabin Uncle would actually show up.

I express my gratitude to the author, "cuckysonhabit," for taking the concerns of the readers seriously.


The readers want to see Harsh take control of his mother, Bimla. While they align with Harsh’s desire to embrace the "cuckson" dynamic, they also wish for him to maintain his social standing and self-respect. Ultimately, the readers want everything to unfold exactly as Harsh intends.