“Bhai, thank you so much! It’s working perfectly now. You’re a lifesaver. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
She hugged him quickly from the side, her slim body pressing against his arm for a second. Keshav hugged her back automatically, but his mind flashed to the hidden folders he had seen last night — her naked in the mirror, legs spread, videos of her moaning and fucking herself. She has no idea I saw everything. My own sister records herself like that… and I looked. I came last night thinking about both her and Mom. The guilt mixed with fresh arousal as she sat down and started eating.
“You’re welcome,” he said, trying to keep his voice normal. “Just be careful with downloads next time.”
Sonam nodded, but he noticed she seemed a little quieter than usual around him today. Or maybe he was imagining it because of what he knew now. Either way, the secret sat heavy between them even though she didn’t know it existed.
The day passed slowly. Keshav stayed mostly in his room, checking the fake Instagram account obsessively. Kalpana hadn’t messaged yet, but the memory of last night’s chat — the way she had said he made her feel special — kept replaying. He had crossed into soft flirt territory, and she had responded positively, almost shyly pleased. She liked it. She’s starting to open up to “Aryan”.
By evening the house settled into its usual rhythm. Sonam went to her room early with her now-working laptop. Kalpana was in the living room reading for a while before heading to her bedroom around 10 PM. Keshav waited until the lights were off and the house was quiet before locking his door and opening the fake account.
At 10:47 PM a message came.
Kalpana Rao 10:47 PM Good evening, Aryan. I hope your day was good. I kept thinking about our chat last night. You have a way of saying things that stay with a person. It made me smile more than once today.
Keshav’s heart beat faster. She had messaged first again. He was lying on his bed in just track pants, already half-hard from anticipation. He typed back, deciding to push the flirt a little further tonight — still respectful, but more direct and slightly cheesy, testing how far the barrier would bend.
Aryan Malhotra 10:52 PM Good evening, Professor. My day was better after seeing your message. I’m glad I could make you smile. You have a beautiful smile — I can tell even through text. It lights up your words. I hope you know that someone like you deserves to be told nice things more often.
He sent it and waited, stroking himself lightly over his track pants. Cheesy, but let’s see how she takes it.
The reply came after five minutes.
Kalpana Rao 10:58 PM You’re being very sweet again, Aryan. I don’t know what to say when you say things like that. I’m just a regular professor and mother who teaches literature and comes home to the same routine every day. But thank you. It feels nice to hear.
Keshav smiled. She was shy but not pulling back. The stranger barrier was already starting to crack. He pushed a little more, keeping it warm and cheesy.
