Divyansh, however, knew sleep was going to be difficult tonight.
In the evening, after everyone had rested, Santi sat at the small study table with Divyansh’s new HP laptop. She had to check some PowerPoint presentations sent by her students back in Mohanpur. She opened the laptop and started working.
Within a few minutes she noticed a folder named “Backup” on the desktop. Out of curiosity she clicked it. Inside were dozens of video files with names that left nothing to imagination — “MILF 4”, “Aunty Hard”, “Threesome Indian”, “Older Woman Young Boy”. There were also some downloaded images. Santi paused, stared at the screen for a few seconds, then quietly closed the folder and went back to the PPTs without saying a word. Her face remained calm, but a small thought crossed her mind. She ignored it completely and continued checking her students’ work like nothing had happened.
Later that night, after dinner (which Santi had cooked again — simple dal-roti and sabzi), she went to the balcony with Himanshu and Ajay while Divyansh was inside washing the dishes. She was wearing the same light pink nighty from the afternoon. It was loose and a little thin. As she leaned against the railing, talking to the two boys, the neckline dipped whenever she moved. Both Himanshu and Ajay could clearly see the deep cleavage between her breasts and the soft upper curves. At one point when she bent slightly to adjust her dupatta that wasn’t even there, they got an even clearer view of her full breasts inside the nighty. Neither of them looked away.
Santi noticed their eyes. She knew exactly where they were looking. But she didn’t cover herself or change her posture. She simply continued the conversation as if nothing was wrong.
“So batao dono… koi girlfriend hai tumhari?”
Himanshu shook his head. “Nahi aunty. Abhi tak nahi bani.”
Ajay smiled shyly. “Main bhi nahi. Padhai pe focus hai.”
Santi nodded. “Aur phir entertain kaise karte ho khud ko? Bored nahi lagta?”
Himanshu shrugged. “Social media, YouTube, movies… kabhi kabhi coaching ke baad bahar jaate hain.”
Ajay added, “Haan aunty, bas wahi. Aur friends ke saath time pass.”
Santi smiled knowingly but didn’t push further. She stayed on the balcony with them for another ten minutes, letting them steal glances at her chest whenever they thought she wasn’t looking. She noticed every time, but her expression never changed.
Later that night, when Divyansh was alone with both of them in the hall for a few minutes, he quietly told them what had happened in the bedroom — how his mother had shaved him and what she had said. Himanshu and Ajay listened in stunned silence but didn’t ask too many questions. They just nodded.
The next day, Himanshu came back from school much earlier than usual. It was only 12:30 in the afternoon. Santi was alone in the flat, folding clothes in the bedroom. She looked surprised when he entered.
“Arre beta, itni jaldi? School nahi tha kya aaj?”
Himanshu looked down, uncomfortable. “Nahi aunty… main thoda theek nahi feel kar raha tha. Chutti le li.”
