Fantasy Another story of Walvan [Breastmilk]

[RajuWalvan]

Update 1

The afternoon air was still. Suhana sat on the wooden bench outside her home, cradling her 18 year old nephew's head in her arms. Her blouse was loose, one side slipping off her shoulder, exposing the fullness of her breast as her nephew nursed. His hands pressed into her soft skin, his lips pulling rhythmically as milk flowed easily into his mouth. A drop of milk formed at the corner of his lips before he swallowed, his breath warm against her.

She was used to attention. Her breasts had always drawn looks, whether from admiration or curiosity, but it didn’t matter to her. They were meant for feeding, and that was all.

From the doorway, Guddu stood watching. Thin, quiet, teenage boy staring—not at her face, but at the slow movement of her breast, at the way her nephew Ramesh suckled.

Suhana noticed. “What is it?” she asked.

The boy hesitated, shifting his weight, but didn’t answer. Aarti, his aunt, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “He lost his parents young,” she said. “He hasn’t had much breastmilk.”

Suhana glanced at him again. His arms were frail, his ribs faintly visible beneath his loose shirt. Ramesh released her nipple with a soft sound, his belly full, milk still beading at the tip. Suhana wiped it away absently before turning back to Guddu.

“Come here,” she said.

Aarti nodded, encouraging him forward. Guddu hesitated, then stepped closer.

Suhana shifted, letting her blouse fall further, baring her other breast. It was full, taut, a bead of milk already forming at the tip. Guddu swallowed, unsure, before leaning in.

The first touch was hesitant. His lips pressed against her, but he didn’t take enough in. A thin stream of milk spilled from the side of his mouth.

“Not like that,” Suhana said calmly. She cupped her breast, lifting it slightly. “Take more of the areola, not just the tip.”

Guddu adjusted, opening his mouth wider, his lips stretching around her. His warm breath hit her skin as he struggled to find the rhythm.

“Use your tongue,” she guided. “Press against the nipple while you pull.”

His tongue moved, coaxing the milk to flow more freely. The suction grew stronger—pull, swallow, breath. His fingers curled into her side, his body leaning into her warmth.

Suhana remained still, letting him feed. His tense shoulders slowly relaxed, his eyes growing heavy. His pulls slowed. Then, his grip loosened.

His mouth stayed latched, even as he drifted into a trance.

 

[th23]

Didn't read walvan yet but this description is mind blowing

 

[Veejayy83]

Very nice. Keep going. I.o Raju here Ramesh or do we expect entry of Raju

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 2

A few days later, Suhana stepped into Aarti’s home, the familiar scent of warm spices lingering in the air. Inside, Aarti sat cross-legged on a cushioned mat, her back resting against a wooden bench. Her blouse was loose, and Guddu was nestled in her lap, latched onto her breast.

A smile touched Suhana’s lips. The boy looked peaceful, his thin fingers resting against Aarti’s breasts as he suckled in slow, steady pulls.

Aarti glanced up, irritation flickering in her eyes as she adjusted her hold on Chintu. “You’re early,” she said, shifting slightly to support his weight.

Suhana lowered herself onto the mat beside them. “I had time,” she replied, noticing the slight tension in Aarti’s movements. “When did you start feeding him?”

Aarti stroked Chintu’s hair absently. “That night, after you did. He woke up hungry, and I saw sujata and manisha feeding their BIL and FIL. And I thought—why not? He needed it.” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “He latched on easily, like he knew exactly what to do. But he keeps asking. All the time.”

Suhana nodded, understanding. “He must have been waiting for it.”

Aarti chuckled, though there was exhaustion behind it. “Maybe. He’s been feeding well since then. Sleeps better too, but… it’s constant. I barely get a moment to myself.”

Suhana adjusted her position, tucking her legs beneath her as she watched Guddu's slow, rhythmic pulls. His lips moved steadily, his body relaxed against Aarti’s warmth. Beside her, Ramesh sat peacefully his eyes lingering on Aarti’s large breasts.

After a moment, Aarti spoke. “Guddu,” she said gently, though there was an edge to her voice. “Would you like to try Suhana Aunty’s milk?”

The boy’s eyes flickered open slightly, his mouth still latched. He hesitated.

Suhana gave a small nod of encouragement, exhaling. “It’s okay,” she said. “If you want to.”

Guddu swallowed, his gaze shifting between them.

Suhana smiled, shifting slightly to free her breast. “Come here, beta.”

Guddu hesitated for only a second before jumping onto her breasts. Suhana guided him gently, helping him latch as his lips found their place against her skin. The milk flowed easily, his body relaxing almost instantly.

Aarti watched, a small smile playing on her lips, though she rubbed her temples as if weary. She knew these boys wanted more than their milk. It was their curiosity of their aunts breast's that encouraged them to play like innocent babies. She came out of her thought, “Looks like he’s happy.”

Suhana stroking his hair looked down to see guddu, pressing her nipple between his thumb and first finger, sucking milk out of her breast, “He is.”

And as the afternoon stretched on, they sat together, the quiet rhythm of feeding filling the space between them, though Aarti’s occasional sighs hinted at the exhaustion of it all.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Didn't read walvan yet but this description is mind blowing

Here you go-
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[RajuWalvan]

Update 3

Suhana sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, as Ramesh nursed at her breast. Aarti sat beside her, holding Guddu close as he suckled. Both boys were quiet, drinking steadily.

The door creaked open, and Pooja stepped in. She was a young mother, her first child only a few months old. When she saw what was happening, she stopped. Her eyes widened.

“You’re feeding them?” she asked.

Suhana looked up. “Yes.”

Pooja stepped closer, glancing between Guddu and Ramesh. “But they are so old.… don’t they misbehave? Do they ask for it in public?”

Aarti smiled. “Of course, they ask when they’re hungry.”

Suhana nodded. “But they know when to wait and when to come to us.”

Pooja still looked unsure. “What if you’re outside?”

Aarti adjusted Guddu slightly. “It happens. Once, I was in the market, and he pulled at my saree. I sat on the steps and fed him. Some people looked, but I didn’t mind.”

Suhana added, “Ramesh asked when I was visiting someone. I fed him there. No one said anything.”

Pooja hesitated before asking, “Can I try? Can I feed them together?”

Aarti and Suhana looked at each other, then turned to the boys. “Do you want to drink from Pooja Aunty?”

Guddu and Ramesh looked at Pooja, then nodded.

She took a deep breath and sat down. Slowly, she loosened her blouse, feeling nervous as she bared herself. She had large but firm breasts. Her areola was the largest.

Suhana guided her. “Just hold them close. They’ll know what to do.”

Guddu moved first. He leaned in, his lips soft as they touched her nipple. He opened his mouth wide, taking in a big part of her aerola. His lips sealed tightly, and his tongue pressed against her nipple, rolling in slow, steady motions. His sucks were strong and deep, drawing the milk with long pulls before swallowing.

Ramesh latched onto her other side. His lips closed gently but firmly around her nipple, but unlike Guddu, his sucking was quicker, more rhythmic. His tongue flicked against her nipple with each pull, coaxing the milk out in smaller bursts. He swallowed more often, his lips making soft, wet sounds as he drank.

Pooja gasped softly. It felt so different from feeding her infant. Guddu’s slow, deep sucking pulled steadily, while Ramesh’s quicker movements created a different sensation. She could feel every shift of their tongues, every change in pressure. It was strange at first, but soon, she relaxed.

She looked at Aarti and Suhana.

“I didn’t think this would feel so… relaxing,” she murmured.

Aarti smiled. “It is.”

Suhana nodded. “Now you understand.”

Pooja exhaled, adjusting her hold as she watched the boys feed.

She did achieve a trance

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 4

Suhana lay on her cot, enjoying the warm afternoon breeze drifting in through the open window. Just as her body began to relax, she heard soft footsteps.

Guddu stood near her, his weak hands clasped in front of him. He looked hesitant but hopeful.

“Suhana Aunty…” he murmured.

She sat up, immediately recognizing the look in his eyes. She adjusted her blouse slightly, pressing her nipples in her index finger and thumb, but after a moment, she sighed.

“I don’t have any milk right now, beta.”

Guddu’s lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Suhana thought for a moment before smiling. “Come, let’s go to Gita Aunty.”

Gita was their neighbor, a kind and beautiful woman with a kids of her own. When Suhana knocked, Gita opened the door, wiping her hands on her saree.

“What happened?” she asked, glancing at Guddu.

“He’s hungry,” Suhana explained. “I don’t have milk right now. Could you feed him?”

Gita hesitated, her brows knitting together. “But he is old… and he’s not mine.”

Suhana gave her a knowing look. “Neither is Ramesh, but I still feed him.”

Gita glanced at Guddu again. He stood silently, waiting. After a moment, she sighed. “Alright, but it stays between us. Come here, beta.”

She sat down on the floor, adjusting the folds of her saree before loosening her blouse. As she brought her breast forward, Guddu hesitated briefly before stepping closer. Her breasts were much small than he was used to, her nipples hardened and size of a 5 rupees coin. But she was much pretty than others and had pink nipples. His hands pressed against her thighs as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her nipple.

He latched on, his mouth stretching wide and took most of her breast in. His lips formed a soft seal, his tongue pressing gently against the under boob running till the nipple, coaxing the milk to flow. With the first slow pull, his eyes fluttered slightly. A drop of milk escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin before he swallowed. Her flow was more than he expected.

Gita shifted uncomfortably, adjusting her hold on him. Her shoulders stayed stiff, and her fingers twitched slightly as Guddu’s lips worked over her nipple. It was a strange experience for her. She kept glancing at Suhana, as if seeking reassurance.

Just then, Radha’s older son, Mohan, walked in. He was six— but looked like 12, but still a child. His eyes widened when he saw his mother letting him suck her breasts.

His brows furrowed. “Why is he drinking your milk?”

Gita’s grip on Guddu tightened slightly. Her whole world revolved around her eyes. She murmured, “Because he needed it.”

Mohan frowned. “I want it too!”

Gita’s jaw tightened. “No, beta. This is for children.”

Mohan’s face darkened. “That’s not fair! He is older than me!” His voice rose, his hands curling into fists. “I want it!”

Gita exhaled sharply, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. But when Mohan stomped his foot, his face turning red with frustration, she relented. “Alright, fine. Come here.”

Mohan wiped his eyes and climbed onto her lap. He hesitated before leaning in, pressing his lips around her nipple. He suckled lightly, but after just a few pulls, he pulled back with a scowl.

“It tastes sour.” He made a face, rubbing his tongue against his teeth.

Gita looked at him, then at Suhana, her discomfort evident. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her saree as if she wanted to pull her blouse back up and end the moment.

Suhana, however, only smiled. She had seen this before.

“It’s not about the milk, is it, Mohan?” she asked gently.

Mohan didn’t answer. He looked down, kicking at the mat beneath him.

Suhana reached out, brushing his hair back. “You just wanted comfort, didn’t you?”

Mohan’s lower lip trembled. Slowly, he nodded.

Suhana opened her arms. “Come here, beta.”

Mohan hesitated, then climbed into her lap. He nestled against her as she loosened her blouse. Her breasts were larger, than his mother's. As soon as her nipple was near his mouth, he latched on, barely covering her areola, his lips soft but hesitant. Unlike Guddu’s strong, eager pulls, Mohan’s suckling was light, almost lazy. His tongue barely moved at first, just resting beneath her nipple as he breathed in her warmth. He initially, just held her nipple in his mouth and started licking with his tongue, feeling all the bumps.

Then, after a moment, he started sucking slowly—shallow pulls, barely drawing any milk, but enough to soothe him. His lips stayed loose around her, his tongue pressing gently in small waves. His hands rested against her chest, his fingers curling slightly in on her free nipple.

Gita watched stiffly, shifting again. She didn’t speak, but her discomfort was clear.

As Mohan nursed, his tense body slowly relaxed. His breathing evened out, his grip loosening. Suhana stroked his back, feeling the way his lips moved against her.

“See? It’s okay,” she murmured.

Mohan didn’t respond, but when he finally pulled away, his face was calm. He rested his head against her for a moment before shifting back.

Gita exhaled in relief, quickly adjusting her blouse. She still looked uneasy, as if she wasn’t sure what to think about what had just happened. “My kindness puts me in difficult position”, she thought to herself.

Suhana smiled.

Sometimes, it wasn’t about the milk.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 5

Suhana sat comfortably on the cot, leaning against the wall, her saree draped loosely over her shoulder. Ramesh's head lay in her lap, his face pressed against hers as he nursed. His hands rested on the soft curve of her breast, fingers splaying slightly as if to hold onto her warmth. His lips moved rhythmically around her nipple, his tongue pressing against the base with each steady suck.

Her chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm, the only sounds in the room being the faint swallows of milk and the quiet rustle of fabric. Ramesh’s eyes were half-closed, lost in the comfort of feeding, his breathing deep and content.

Then came the voices from outside.

“Aunty! Can we come in?”

Suhana lifted her head to see Ramesh’s two school friends, Amit and Suraj, peeking through the doorway. They hesitated, their gazes locked onto her exposed breast, where Ramesh continued to nurse without a care.

She nodded. “Come in, beta.”

The boys stepped forward hesitantly, their eyes never leaving her bare breast. They weren’t embarrassed—just fascinated. Their gaze followed the way Ramesh’s lips moved, the way her nipple stretched slightly with each pull, how the dark circle of her areola compressed against his mouth.

They had seen babies being fed before, but never a boy of their age. Never so close. Never with a young women.

Amit’s voice broke the silence first. “Aunty… can I try too?”

Suhana studied their faces. It was clear they weren’t asking out of hunger. They were curious about the experience itself, about what Ramesh felt, why he seemed so drawn to her breast.

She gave a soft smile. “Come here.”

Amit hesitated but moved closer, his gaze shifting between her face and her breast. Suraj followed, his breath catching slightly as he knelt beside her.

Suhana adjusted her saree, letting the fabric fall away from her other breast. Amit’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of her full, rounded shape, the way her skin curved smoothly into the darker hue of her areola. He hesitated, then leaned in, his lips parting slightly as he touched her nipple.

The first contact was light—just a brush of warmth against her skin. Then, he pressed more firmly, sealing his lips around her nipple. He gave a small, tentative suck, his eyebrows furrowing as if concentrating. His tongue moved, hesitating at first, then pressing lightly in an experimental motion.

Suraj was bolder. He latched on more naturally, his lips forming a snug seal as he began to suck. His tongue worked in slow waves, firmer than Amit’s, but uneven—still figuring out the rhythm.

Suhana felt the differences immediately. Amit’s mouth was softer, more hesitant, his tongue brushing rather than pressing. He seemed more focused on the feel of her nipple inside his mouth, on the warmth of her skin. Suraj, on the other hand, was more intentional, trying to mimic the motions he had observed.

Meanwhile, Ramesh remained where he was, nursing as if nothing had changed. His suction was steady, practiced, his tongue moving in firm, natural strokes. He was used to this. This was his place.

Then, after a few moments, he pulled away slightly, licking a trace of milk from his lips. His eyes flicked between Amit and Suraj before he frowned.

“If they drink from you,” he asked slowly, “then will their mothers feed me if I ask?”

Amit and Suraj exchanged glances. They hadn’t thought about that.

“But…” Ramesh’s fingers tightened slightly against Suhana’s skin. “Aunty’s breasts belong to me.”

Suhana smiled softly, brushing a hand over his hair. “It’s okay, beta,” she said gently. “Breasts are for anyone who needs them.”

Ramesh hesitated. His gaze drifted toward her chest, then back to his friends, as if weighing her words. Finally, he sighed, nodded, and nestled back against her, latching on once more.

The room settled again into quiet, filled only by the soft sounds of sucking and swallowing.

The boys had come seeking answers, and now, they understood.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 6

One afternoon, Suhana was folding clothes in the courtyard when she saw Meena standing at the gate, shifting uncomfortably. She had never seen Meena look so uncomfortable before.
“Suhana… can we talk?” Meena asked hesitantly.
Suhana set the clothes aside and gestured for her to come in. “Of course. What’s wrong?”
Meena stepped closer, lowering her voice. “It’s Amit. Today, when I was napping, I woke up and found him trying to… playing with my breast, trying to feed from me.”
She looked troubled, as if she had caught Amit doing something improper. Suhana, however, remained calm.
“What did you do?” Suhana asked gently.
“I stopped him right away,” Meena admitted, shaking her head. “I scolded him… but the way he looked at me, it was like I had done something wrong. I don’t understand why he did it.”
Suhana smiled knowingly. “Meena, this is normal.”
Meena frowned. “Normal? But he’s not a baby anymore!”
Suhana gestured for her to sit. “For you, it ended when you weaned him. But for Amit, it was never just about food. Breastfeeding is about comfort, warmth, and security. When children see others nursing, their curiosity awakens. It’s not about hunger—it’s about closeness.”
Meena bit her lip, still uncertain. “But after so many years? Wouldn’t it be strange?”
Suhana shook her head. “Not at all. It only feels that way because we are told to stop at a certain age. If he’s seeking it, it means he still associates it with comfort.”
Meena hesitated, looking down. “But I don’t know if I can do it again. What if he doesn’t latch properly? What if I don’t produce milk anymore?”
Suhana placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “That’s why I’m here. If you’re willing to try, I can help.”
Meena exhaled slowly. “I… I want to, but I’m nervous.”
Suhana nodded. “Let’s call Amit and see if he still wants to.”
Meena called Amit over, and he approached hesitantly, sensing his mother’s unease. Suhana smiled at him gently. “Amit, do you still want to nurse?”
Amit nodded, his eyes hopeful but cautious. Meena took a deep breath and adjusted her blouse, baring her breast hesitantly. Her skin was soft and warm, the fullness of her breast exposed after years of neglect. Amit moved closer without hesitationhe held his mothers breast in his hand barely covering it.
Suhana guided Meena’s hand, helping her position Amit’s mouth. “Relax. Let him take his time.”
Amit opened his mouth and latched on, though his suction was weak at first. Suhana adjusted his position, showing Meena how to cup her breasts. “Encourage him. Hold him close.”
Slowly, Amit found a rhythm. His lips sealed around the darkened areola, pulling gently as Meena felt the familiar but long-forgotten sensation of suckling. He started massaging her breast whith a pulling motion, starting from the base to her nipple. A tingling warmth spread through her, and she gasped softly. Suhana nodded reassuringly. “It’s just your body remembering.”
Though there was no milk, Amit continued to pull with his lower lip, his small mouth working instinctively. The motion was comforting to him, even if it yielded nothing. Meena felt his lips pressing softly, his tongue moving with effort, playing with her nipple in up and down motion. A soft hum escaped him as he nestled deeper into her hold.
Meena’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly as she felt the gentle, rhythmic pulls. She glanced at Suhana, relief in her eyes. “He’s… he’s doing it.”
Suhana smiled. “See? It’s just like before. He just needed guidance, and so did you.”
Meena let out a small laugh, stroking Amit’s hair. “I never thought I’d do this again.”
Suhana nodded. “Sometimes, they just need our breasts out of curiosity.”
As the afternoon sun warmed the courtyard, Meena held Amit close, her doubts melting away as she embraced the moment of reconnection with her son.

 

[RajuWalvan]

Update 7

In the evening, the women had gathered at Suhana’s home for evening tea, their conversation flowing as they sipped from steaming cups. As usual, some of the children had approached their mothers, seeking comfort at their breasts.

Meena cradled Amit while he latched eagerly, his hands gripping her loose breast under her blouse. Aarti had Guddu on her lap, his lips forming a tight seal around her nipple as he suckled noisily. Suhana, seated comfortably, had Ramesh nestled against her side, his cheeks moving rhythmically as he fed lazily, his tongue pressing against her areola with each pull of milk.

It was a natural sight, one they had all grown accustomed to.

That was when Suhana’s brother-in-law, Ravi, entered the room. His eyes swept across the women, pausing at the children nursing. His brows furrowed in disapproval.

“Aren’t they too old for this?” he asked, his voice laced with judgment.

The conversation halted. Meena and Aarti exchanged glances but remained silent.

Suhana met his gaze calmly. “They are children, and they need comfort. There is nothing wrong with it.”

Ravi scoffed, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen boys this age still at their mother’s breast.”

Aarti spoke up. “Because people make it a secret. But it’s normal. They grow out of it when they’re ready.”

Ravi muttered something under his breath and left the room, clearly unconvinced.

Later that evening, Suhana was in the kitchen, preparing snacks. The others were still chatting outside. That was when Suraj slipped in, his expression hesitant but pleading.

“Just for a little while?” he asked quietly.

Suhana hesitated for only a second before nodding. She adjusted her blouse, guiding him as he leaned in. Suraj was taller, his frame lanky from years of growing up with little. His clothes, slightly worn, hung loosely on his shoulders. He stood close, holding her waist for balance, his lips stretching around her nipple as he latched.

His sucking was deep and slow, not hurried like an infant’s but deliberate, his tongue pressing purposefully against her areola to feel her nipple. His warm breath tickled her skin as her hands instinctively held onto his head. His thin fingers curled into the fabric of her saree, steadying himself as he drank.

Each pull of his lips sent a slight tug through her, his mouth working with precision as he drew milk. His lower lip sealed tightly while his upper lip curled slightly outward, ensuring a firm latch. As he suckled, he occasionally pulled back slightly, stretching her nipple before letting it slip back on to her breast, the sensation making her shift her stance just a little. A thin sheen of milk gathered at the corner of his lips before he swallowed deeply.

Just as she was about to tell him it was enough, she heard a sharp intake of breath.

She turned to see Ravi standing in the doorway. His expression darkened, eyes fixed on the way Suraj’s lips moved, how his cheeks hollowed slightly as he pulled her nipple. He could see the slight sheen of milk at the corner of Suraj’s mouth, the way Suhana held his head in place.

“This… this is not right,” he hissed. “He’s too old. If my brother finds out—”

Suhana straightened, covering herself quickly. She met his gaze without fear.

“What I do in my home is not for you to judge.”

Ravi clenched his jaw. “We’ll see what your husband has to say about this.”

Then he turned and walked away, leaving Suhana standing there, heart steady but mind racing.

Ravi paced back and forth in the courtyard, his fists clenched. Suhana watched him from the doorway, calm yet alert.

“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice steady.

Ravi turned sharply, eyes filled with uncertainty. “He deserves to know! What you’re doing—feeding boys that old—it’s not right.”

Suhana took a step closer, folding her arms. “Do you truly believe that? Or do you just want to prove a point?”

Ravi hesitated, avoiding her gaze.

Suhana’s tone softened. “Or are you just… curious?”

His breath hitched. “What?”

Suhana stepped forward, her expression unreadable. “If you really believe this is wrong, then tell him. But if you just want to understand—if you wonder what it feels like—then there’s no need to hide behind threats.”

Ravi swallowed hard. The courtyard was silent, the weight of her words pressing down on him.

“Would you like to try?” she asked simply.

His lips parted, but no words came out. His eyes darted to the side, to the shadows where no one could see them.

Suhana didn’t move, waiting.

After a long silence, Ravi stepped forward. His movements were calibrated, uncertain. Suhana opened her blouse, exposing her breast just enough. He hesitated once more before leaning in, his lips brushing against her nipple.

At first, he fumbled, unsure of how to latch. Suhana guided him, her fingers gently supporting the back of his head. “Take more into your mouth,” she instructed softly. “Press with your tongue.”

Ravi followed her guidance, sealing his lips more firmly around her nipple. His tongue moved experimentally, hesitantly pressing against her areola, trying to draw milk. It took a moment before he found a rhythm, and when the first trickle of milk touched his tongue, he stiffened slightly. His hands, initially hovering at his sides, slowly reached up. One rested on the curve of her breast, fingers testing its softness, while the other clung lightly to her waist for balance.

Suhana remained still, watching him, reading his expression. His eyes were closed, his breathing steadying as he sucked slowly, cautiously. The suction grew more confident as he settled into a rhythm, his lips moving with purpose, his tongue pressing more deliberately. His fingers, hesitant at first, adjusted slightly, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath them. Occasionally, his hands roamed further, he was pressing her breasts vigorously, testing the boundaries of what was allowed. Suhana, gave out moans, bringing Ravi to his senses.

Time seemed to slow. Neither spoke. The courtyard remained quiet, the only sound the faint, rhythmic pulls of his mouth.

After a while, Ravi pulled away, his lips slightly parted, a trace of milk glistening at the corner of his mouth. His hands lingered on her chest, for a moment before he let go, stepping back. His eyes flickered with something unreadable—understanding, perhaps, or something deeper.

He swallowed, looking at her as she stood there with her bare breasts, if seeing her for the first time.

Suhana simply adjusted her blouse. “Now, do you still want to tell him?”

Ravi opened his mouth, then closed it. He shook his head and turned away, walking off without another word.

Suhana exhaled, watching him disappear into the night.