Riya's breath caught, a flutter deep in her stomach. They all laughed, half-ashamed of themselves, but beneath the giggles something else beat harder: a longing for deep voices, steady hands, that wicked calm. Riya forced a smile, but inside, heat curled tighter. Unbidden thoughts came: Papa in the morning, shirt damp and clinging faintly to his chest, clean stubble, and the quiet strength of his arms. It felt wrong, but oh, so good.
’Javaid leaned back, his eyes locked on hers, a slow smile curling his lips. “I respect you, aunty, and I'd never cross that line with Payal. But I have to say, you don't look like any mother I've ever met. You're stunning-honestly, it's hard to believe you're not her elder sister.” The compliment, laced with a teasing edge, landed like a spark on dry tinder. Sheetal's cheeks warmed, a flush of discomfort rising at the boldness of his words. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the cushion, her saree rustling softly as she shifted in her seat.’
’Dressing quickly, Kamini chooses a saree that drapes elegantly over her curves, its soft cotton whispering against her skin, though Nadeem's words about modesty echo in her mind. She walks the 30 meters to Aisha's sprawling home, her steps heavy with resolve. The morning heat presses against her, amplifying her unease. At the door, Aisha greets her, her burkha framing a face etched with concern as Kamini recounts the boy's ogling through her window. “He was staring at me, Aisha,” Kamini says, her voice trembling with indignation, “watching me in my own bedroom.” Aisha's eyes widen, her hand resting on her pregnant belly. The boy, she explains, isn't home, but she calls for Fatima, his mother and Nadeem's first wife. Fatima, older and sterner, her own burkha a shield of tradition, listens as Kamini repeats her complaint, her cheeks flushing with the memory of the boy's hungry gaze.’
’Kavya was special. Everyone in town thought she was perfect. She prayed a lot, smiled softly, and seemed so pure. She married Maheshwaran when she was seventeen. Now, ten years later, she was still by his side. But he never touched her. He didn’t love her like a husband should. To him, she was a pretty thing to show off. A symbol of purity. Something too good to use. Kavya wanted kids. She wanted a real marriage. But Maheshwaran always said no. He told her she wasn’t ready. He said her faith needed more tests. She was trapped, not loved.’
’Savita ne apne pati ki tasveer dekhi. “Main bure raste par ja rahi hoon… par ek Maa hoon,” usne dheere se kaha. Phir usne Rahul ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein dard bhi tha aur gussa bhi. “Par yeh sab hoga kaise? Tumhare paas camera hai? Kahan karoge yeh photoshoot? Gaav mein toh roz koi na koi aata-jata rehta hai, yahaan toh sambhav nahi hai.” Rahul ne halke se sukhte hue kaha, “Mujhse nahi hoga, Maa… lekin Bhoju madad kar sakta hai.” Savita ka chehra halka sa sankoch bhara tha, “Bhoju? Wo kaun hai?"’
’As they set off, the storm grows ruthlessly, flooding the streets and causing chaos. Visibility is poor, and the roads fill with pools of rising water. As they approach a main road, a group of drenched pedestrians rushes toward them, waving their hands. One of them shouts, warning Jameel that the bridge ahead has collapsed and the road is completely blocked.
Karvachoth k din esa ho skta hai jhaa us din koi meeting nhi hai ( alag alag companies se aai hui baaki female employees ko dekhte hue ) isliye sb female us din subha se taiyar ho kr apne apne ghar pr ya apne patiyo se baatein kr rhi hain etc whi shalu bhi us din sajii hui hogi jiski photos usk pati k pass pahcune pr raj ko fir se jalan hogi itne dino mei phli baar ( Karvachoth k din shalu ko ese saree aur usk bahar jhalakte jism ko dekh raj ghabrayega aur dono k bich us din bhot buri ladai hogi ) jhaa aarif aaj ki hi raat shalu ko apne bistar pr le jaane ka fesla kr lega.
Esi hi ek flight pr nazia ki mulakat aarif se hui aur aarif bhi baaki k mardo ki trha hi phli nazer mei nazia k sath soone k sapne dekhne lgaa. Nazia jo abhi tk ek hi baar ki hai wo bhi kaafi wqt phle toh wo aarif k offer dene pr haa kr degi aur whaa se dono k bich ek hostess aur passanger k alawa kuch baatein shuru hongi. Nazia ka pehla experience jis mard k sath rhaa wo shuruat mei hi nazia k sath esa rhaa tha maano kisi bajaaru k sath mjee le rha ho pr nazia ko tb jitne pese mile thay usme wo kaafi khush thi aur sath hi uska pehla experience bhi acha tha pr aarif esa nhi tha wo auro k mukable jada jaanwaro jesa tha aur agr ldki uski psnd mil jaaye tb wo bilkul reham krna psnd nhi krta tha pr sath hi wo esa krne se phle wo ldki ko is kadar khush krta hai ya comfortable krta hai ki koi bhi yhi sochne lgti hai k wo raat us ldki k liye pyar bhari hogi.
‘One day Amrita was cleaning Ayan's room when she found a packet of condom. Amrita got a little disturbed seeing this. She had no idea that her simple son would start doing all this at such a tender age. Amrita got worried. She knew that if children at this age start getting attracted to sex, it will hinder their development. But Amrita was hesitant about how she would talk to her son Ayan about this topic. Today was Saturday. Imran often came to Amrita's house on Saturdays and completed homework and projects with Ayan. Today at 9 in the evening Imran came home and rang the bell.’
