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NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Chintu nodded, his tiny feet padding across the cool, earthen floor. He found the bucket of water in the corner of the backyard, next to a mug and a bar of soap. He splashed some water on his face, the cool liquid refreshing his skin. He quickly washed his hands and face, the soap leaving behind a faint scent of lemon.
As he dried his hands on the cloth nearby, he could hear the clinking of plates and the soft humming of a tune in the kitchen. He made his way back inside, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.
The kitchen was small but efficiently arranged. A wooden table stood in the center, laden with steaming dishes.
The aroma of the food was overwhelmingly appetizing, making Chintu's mouth water. Suchi was busy transferring the food onto plates, her movements deft and practiced. She looked up as he entered and smiled.
"Just in time," she said. "Go, sit down. I'll bring the food over."
Chintu sat down on the mat spread out on the floor, his eyes feasting on the food in front of him. There was rice, sambar, papad, and his favorite - palak paneer. He couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
Suchi placed the dishes on the table, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You seem eager," she teased.
Chintu grinned, his small hands already reaching for the spoon. "I am. I love palak paneer."
Suchi chuckled, sitting down across from him. "I know. Dadi told me. She said you could eat a whole bucket of it if given a chance."
Chintu laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Maybe. Or at least a big bowl."
They started eating, the clatter of spoons against plates filling the air.
After a while, Suchi was done with her lunch. She observed that Chintu is not eating any food properly.
She asked,"Chintu, what happened. Is the food is not tasty?"
Suchi asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
Chintu looked up from his half-eaten plate, his small brows furrowed in thought. He shook his head, his spoon pausing mid-air. "No, the food is delicious, Bhabi. I just... I just can't seem to eat much today."
Suchi was a bit concerned. But she didn't want to force Chintu. She handed over a towel to Chintu and said,"Ok Beta, go wash your hand, and then dry them up using this towel . After that take rest for a while. Late Afternoon we will go to Sujata Bhabi's House"
Chintu is now taking rest. Suchi was a bit concerned about Chintu not having proper food. She called Chintu's Grandmother.
"Dadi, I'm really worried about Chintu. He's barely eaten anything since he got here," Suchi said into the phone, her voice low with concern.
Dadi's voice came through the line, "Yes Beta, I knew you would call. This is a concern. But here we couldn't do anything. May be you could take him to a doctor nearby?"
Dadi suggested, her voice calm yet concerned. "Maybe there's something wrong that we don't know about."
Suchi sighed, rubbing her temples. "I thought of that, Dadi. Sure Dadi, will take him tomorrow."
Dadi replied, "That's good, beta. And don't worry too much. Chintu is a strong child. He'll be fine."
"I hope so, Dadi. I hope so," Suchi said, hanging up the phone with a sense of unease.
She looked over at Chintu, who was curled up on the mat, his tiny form tucked under a colorful quilt. His eyes were closed, but his chest rose and fell with gentle breaths, indicating he was still awake.
Suchi smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection for the little man.
She whispered a silent prayer for his well-being and quietly tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar to let in some fresh air.
She stepped outside, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the village. She took a deep breath, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cooked food filling her nostrils. She looked around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of her beloved village.
Just then, the sound of a baby's cry carried over from Sujata's house next door. Suchi smiled, the sound reminding her of her own lost child. She decided to take Chintu to meet Sujata and her little one.
Maybe the baby's presence would cheer him up. She walked over to Sujata's house, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the soft earth beneath her feet. The baby's cries were louder now, and Suchi could see Sujata pacing back and forth in her courtyard, her face flushed and her hair disheveled.
"Sujata," Suchi called out, her voice soft and soothing. "Is everything alright?"
Sujata looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and tired. "Oh, Suchi. I don't know what to do.
Little Hari won't stop crying no matter what I do," Sujata said, her voice trembling with exhaustion and frustration. She gently patted Hari's back, trying to soothe him, but he only cried louder.
Suchi told her, "May be he is hungry. Did you try to breastfeed him now? You can try that" she said softly.
Sujata looked at her, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and desperation. "Oh I didn't, let me try."
Sujata sat on the floor and put Hari on her lap. Suchi sat next to her. Suchi asked Chintu to sit in front of Sujata as there was no place else to sit.
As in village no one women wears Bra, or Blouse. They just wrap around the sari. In this way the village ladies are comfortable and helps them take care of chores. It helps breastfeeding mothers also to quickly take out the breast for breastfeeding.
Sujata takes out her Huge Left Breast with dark nipple. Thrusted that inside Hari's mouth. Hari started sucking it. Chintu was feeling a bit uncomfortable but curious as well about the things getting unfold in front of him
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Sujata's breast was huge, much larger than Suchi had imagined. The dark nipple stood out prominently, and little Hari was latched onto it, sucking eagerly.
Suchi in an alarming tone, "Sujata, why are you exposing your breast infront of Chintu?"
Suchi found that both Chintu and Sujata were looking at her with a sense of confusion.
Sujata replied, "Suchi, relax. Chintu is just a little boy. What would he understand? His mind is not developed that much"
Sujata gave an embarrassing smile to Sujata. But Suchi is thinking that Chintu is not a kid. He is a 19 year old man. Its just that because of GHD he still looks like a kid.
Suchi looked at Chintu, who was indeed staring at Sujata's breast with wide-eyed curiosity, his tiny fingers curled around his knees. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that matched the setting sun.
Sujata asked Suchi, "You didn't introduce Chintu to me. Who is he and how old is he?"
Sujata, out of nervousness, lied there instantly, "He is my nephew. He is just 3 years old"
Suchi glanced at Chintu, her eyes reflecting his discomfort. She wanted to correct Sujata, but decided against it. It was not the right time or place.
Chintu lowered his gaze, staring at his intertwined fingers, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a strange sensation, a mix of discomfort and curiosity. He had never seen a woman's breast before, and seeing Sujata nurse her baby had left him feeling both embarrassed and intrigued.
Sujata laughed softly, her eyes never leaving her baby as he suckled. "He's adorable."
Sujata asked Chintu,"What happened beta. Is this the first time you are seeing a baby taking his food?"
Sujata asked Chintu, her voice gentle and soothing. Chintu nodded, his eyes still on the ground, his cheeks still flushed.
"It's natural, child," Sujata explained. "The baby needs milk to grow strong and healthy, just like you do."
To cut the tension, Suchi intervened, "Poor Chintu never been Breastfed. He lost his parents during his birth. Thats why may be he seems a bit curious"
Suchi explained, her voice soft.
Chintu looked up, his eyes meeting Sujata's. She smiled at him.
Hari slept in deep sleep. Sujata put hari on a bed. Now she came sitting, while her Huge left breast is still dangling. The dark hard nipples are shining because of Hari's Saliva.
Sujata cupped her left breast and asked, "Chintu Beta, Do you want to have my DUDU?"
Chintu's eyes widened in shock, his small mouth agape. He quickly looked away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Suchi's face turned pale, and she quickly intervened, "Sujata, please. That's not appropriate." As Suchi knows, Chintu is not a 3 year old like Sujata thinks, rather he is a 19 year old man
Sujata laughed softly, "Relax, Suchi. He is like Hari only. He is so cute. I really want to Breastfeed him. Moreover he has never tasted breastmilk"
Chintu's heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the heat spreading from his cheeks to his ears. He didn't know what to say or do.
Chintu was just staring at Suchi if she gives permission. Suchi said, "Ok Sujata. My heart is overwhelmed with emotions just to see Chintu and with what he has gone through. He never been breastfed which is a human's birth right. please go ahead and breast feed Chintu"
Chintu looked up at Suchi, his eyes wide with disbelief and hope. He had always imagined what it would be like to be breastfed, to experience that primal connection with a mother figure. He had never expected it to become a reality.
Suchi sighed, her heart torn between her protective instincts and the desire to give Chintu something he had never had. She looked at Sujata, who was still cupping her breast, a soft smile on her face.
Sujata beckoned Chintu gently, "Come here, little one. Let me feed you."
Chintu hesitated for a moment, his small hands gripping the edge of the mat. He looked up at Suchi, seeking her approval, his heart pounding in his chest like a little drum.
Suchi nodded softly, her eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay, Chintu. You deserve this."
With a deep breath, Chintu shuffled forward, his tiny body inching closer to Sujata.
He sat in front of her, his knees touching the tips of her breasts. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and curiosity, but the warmth radiating from Sujata was comforting.
Sujata smiled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She gently lifted Chintu's chin, her fingers tracing the curve of his jaw.
She brought her breast to his mouth, the dark nipple brushing against his lips. "Open your mouth, little one," she whispered gently.
Chintu complied, his mouth opening slightly. Sujata guided her nipple into his mouth, the taste of her milk filling his senses.
Chintu's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Sujata's warm, firm breast press against his lips. The taste of her milk was strange and yet comforting, a sweet and rich flavor that filled his mouth. He closed his eyes, his tiny hands reaching up to grip Sujata's arm, his body trembling slightly with the intensity of the experience.
Sujata cooed softly, her fingers gently stroking his hair. "That's it, little one. Drink up. It's good for you."
Chintu sucked gently, his small body relaxing into the sensation.
He could feel the milk flowing into his mouth, warm and sweet, filling him with a sense of comfort and security. He had never felt this way before, and it was unlike anything he had ever imagined.
Suchi watched from the side, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. She was happy to see Chintu finally getting a taste of what he had been denied since birth, but she also felt a pang of guilt for not being able to provide this for him herself.
Sujata looked down at Chintu, her eyes filled with tenderness. You're doing great," she murmured, her fingers continuing to stroke his hair.
"You're a natural at this."
Chintu swallowed the milk, his tiny body growing more relaxed with each passing moment. He had never felt so content, so at peace. He was no longer the awkward, out-of-place figure he often felt like. In this moment, he was simply a child, being nourished by a woman.
Suchi looked away, thinking , though it looks like a baby being breastfed, but actually this is a grown up man sucking a woman's breast.
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The air was filled with the sweet smell of jasmine and the soft hum of distant conversation. Chintu had long since fallen asleep, his tiny body curled up against Sujata's chest, his small hand still clutched around her breast.
Sujata gently brushed his hair away from his forehead, a soft smile playing on her lips. "He's so peaceful," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
Suchi nodded, her eyes reflecting the warm glow of the setting sun. "He deserves it," she said softly.
"After all he's been through." She looked up at Sujata, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sujata. I can't believe you're doing this for him."
Sujata's smile softened, and she looked down at Chintu, her expression tender. "It's my pleasure, Suchi. I've always wanted to breastfeed a child other than mine, and now...well, here's my chance." She glanced down at Chintu, her eyes filled with a warmth that made Suchi's heart ache.
"But promise me, Sujata," Suchi said, her voice firm.
"This stays between us. Chintu... he'll have a lot to process. We can't have the whole village talking."
Sujata's eyes widened, and she nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Of course, Suchi. You have my word."
Suchi let out a sigh of relief, her gaze returning to Chintu. He looked so peaceful, so content. It was a far cry from the nervous, anxious boy he had been earlier. She felt a pang of guilt for having doubted Sujata's intentions, but seeing Chintu like this, it was clear that this was what he needed.
She gently scooped him up, cradling him in her arms as she stood up. He stirred slightly, his tiny hand still clutching Sujata's breast, but he didn't wake up.
Suchi looked at Sujata, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I can't thank you enough, Sujata. You've given him something he's always missed out on."
Sujata smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "It's the least I could do, Suchi."
Suchi and Chintu left for their home.
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Chintu nodded, his tiny feet padding across the cool, earthen floor. He found the bucket of water in the corner of the backyard, next to a mug and a bar of soap. He splashed some water on his face, the cool liquid refreshing his skin. He quickly washed his hands and face, the soap leaving behind a faint scent of lemon.
As he dried his hands on the cloth nearby, he could hear the clinking of plates and the soft humming of a tune in the kitchen. He made his way back inside, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.
The kitchen was small but efficiently arranged. A wooden table stood in the center, laden with steaming dishes.
The aroma of the food was overwhelmingly appetizing, making Chintu's mouth water. Suchi was busy transferring the food onto plates, her movements deft and practiced. She looked up as he entered and smiled.
"Just in time," she said. "Go, sit down. I'll bring the food over."
Chintu sat down on the mat spread out on the floor, his eyes feasting on the food in front of him. There was rice, sambar, papad, and his favorite - palak paneer. He couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
Suchi placed the dishes on the table, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You seem eager," she teased.
Chintu grinned, his small hands already reaching for the spoon. "I am. I love palak paneer."
Suchi chuckled, sitting down across from him. "I know. Dadi told me. She said you could eat a whole bucket of it if given a chance."
Chintu laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Maybe. Or at least a big bowl."
They started eating, the clatter of spoons against plates filling the air.
After a while, Suchi was done with her lunch. She observed that Chintu is not eating any food properly.
She asked,"Chintu, what happened. Is the food is not tasty?"
Suchi asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
Chintu looked up from his half-eaten plate, his small brows furrowed in thought. He shook his head, his spoon pausing mid-air. "No, the food is delicious, Bhabi. I just... I just can't seem to eat much today."
Suchi was a bit concerned. But she didn't want to force Chintu. She handed over a towel to Chintu and said,"Ok Beta, go wash your hand, and then dry them up using this towel . After that take rest for a while. Late Afternoon we will go to Sujata Bhabi's House"
Chintu is now taking rest. Suchi was a bit concerned about Chintu not having proper food. She called Chintu's Grandmother.
"Dadi, I'm really worried about Chintu. He's barely eaten anything since he got here," Suchi said into the phone, her voice low with concern.
Dadi's voice came through the line, "Yes Beta, I knew you would call. This is a concern. But here we couldn't do anything. May be you could take him to a doctor nearby?"
Dadi suggested, her voice calm yet concerned. "Maybe there's something wrong that we don't know about."
Suchi sighed, rubbing her temples. "I thought of that, Dadi. Sure Dadi, will take him tomorrow."
Dadi replied, "That's good, beta. And don't worry too much. Chintu is a strong child. He'll be fine."
"I hope so, Dadi. I hope so," Suchi said, hanging up the phone with a sense of unease.
She looked over at Chintu, who was curled up on the mat, his tiny form tucked under a colorful quilt. His eyes were closed, but his chest rose and fell with gentle breaths, indicating he was still awake.
Suchi smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection for the little man.
She whispered a silent prayer for his well-being and quietly tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar to let in some fresh air.
She stepped outside, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the village. She took a deep breath, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cooked food filling her nostrils. She looked around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of her beloved village.
Just then, the sound of a baby's cry carried over from Sujata's house next door. Suchi smiled, the sound reminding her of her own lost child. She decided to take Chintu to meet Sujata and her little one.
Maybe the baby's presence would cheer him up. She walked over to Sujata's house, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the soft earth beneath her feet. The baby's cries were louder now, and Suchi could see Sujata pacing back and forth in her courtyard, her face flushed and her hair disheveled.
"Sujata," Suchi called out, her voice soft and soothing. "Is everything alright?"
Sujata looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and tired. "Oh, Suchi. I don't know what to do.
Little Hari won't stop crying no matter what I do," Sujata said, her voice trembling with exhaustion and frustration. She gently patted Hari's back, trying to soothe him, but he only cried louder.
Suchi told her, "May be he is hungry. Did you try to breastfeed him now? You can try that" she said softly.
Sujata looked at her, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and desperation. "Oh I didn't, let me try."
Sujata sat on the floor and put Hari on her lap. Suchi sat next to her. Suchi asked Chintu to sit in front of Sujata as there was no place else to sit.
As in village no one women wears Bra, or Blouse. They just wrap around the sari. In this way the village ladies are comfortable and helps them take care of chores. It helps breastfeeding mothers also to quickly take out the breast for breastfeeding.
Sujata takes out her Huge Left Breast with dark nipple. Thrusted that inside Hari's mouth. Hari started sucking it. Chintu was feeling a bit uncomfortable but curious as well about the things getting unfold in front of him
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
Sujata's breast was huge, much larger than Suchi had imagined. The dark nipple stood out prominently, and little Hari was latched onto it, sucking eagerly.
Suchi in an alarming tone, "Sujata, why are you exposing your breast infront of Chintu?"
Suchi found that both Chintu and Sujata were looking at her with a sense of confusion.
Sujata replied, "Suchi, relax. Chintu is just a little boy. What would he understand? His mind is not developed that much"
Sujata gave an embarrassing smile to Sujata. But Suchi is thinking that Chintu is not a kid. He is a 19 year old man. Its just that because of GHD he still looks like a kid.
Suchi looked at Chintu, who was indeed staring at Sujata's breast with wide-eyed curiosity, his tiny fingers curled around his knees. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that matched the setting sun.
Sujata asked Suchi, "You didn't introduce Chintu to me. Who is he and how old is he?"
Sujata, out of nervousness, lied there instantly, "He is my nephew. He is just 3 years old"
Suchi glanced at Chintu, her eyes reflecting his discomfort. She wanted to correct Sujata, but decided against it. It was not the right time or place.
Chintu lowered his gaze, staring at his intertwined fingers, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a strange sensation, a mix of discomfort and curiosity. He had never seen a woman's breast before, and seeing Sujata nurse her baby had left him feeling both embarrassed and intrigued.
Sujata laughed softly, her eyes never leaving her baby as he suckled. "He's adorable."
Sujata asked Chintu,"What happened beta. Is this the first time you are seeing a baby taking his food?"
Sujata asked Chintu, her voice gentle and soothing. Chintu nodded, his eyes still on the ground, his cheeks still flushed.
"It's natural, child," Sujata explained. "The baby needs milk to grow strong and healthy, just like you do."
To cut the tension, Suchi intervened, "Poor Chintu never been Breastfed. He lost his parents during his birth. Thats why may be he seems a bit curious"
Suchi explained, her voice soft.
Chintu looked up, his eyes meeting Sujata's. She smiled at him.
Hari slept in deep sleep. Sujata put hari on a bed. Now she came sitting, while her Huge left breast is still dangling. The dark hard nipples are shining because of Hari's Saliva.
Sujata cupped her left breast and asked, "Chintu Beta, Do you want to have my DUDU?"
Chintu's eyes widened in shock, his small mouth agape. He quickly looked away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Suchi's face turned pale, and she quickly intervened, "Sujata, please. That's not appropriate." As Suchi knows, Chintu is not a 3 year old like Sujata thinks, rather he is a 19 year old man
Sujata laughed softly, "Relax, Suchi. He is like Hari only. He is so cute. I really want to Breastfeed him. Moreover he has never tasted breastmilk"
Chintu's heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the heat spreading from his cheeks to his ears. He didn't know what to say or do.
Chintu was just staring at Suchi if she gives permission. Suchi said, "Ok Sujata. My heart is overwhelmed with emotions just to see Chintu and with what he has gone through. He never been breastfed which is a human's birth right. please go ahead and breast feed Chintu"
Chintu looked up at Suchi, his eyes wide with disbelief and hope. He had always imagined what it would be like to be breastfed, to experience that primal connection with a mother figure. He had never expected it to become a reality.
Suchi sighed, her heart torn between her protective instincts and the desire to give Chintu something he had never had. She looked at Sujata, who was still cupping her breast, a soft smile on her face.
Sujata beckoned Chintu gently, "Come here, little one. Let me feed you."
Chintu hesitated for a moment, his small hands gripping the edge of the mat. He looked up at Suchi, seeking her approval, his heart pounding in his chest like a little drum.
Suchi nodded softly, her eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay, Chintu. You deserve this."
With a deep breath, Chintu shuffled forward, his tiny body inching closer to Sujata.
He sat in front of her, his knees touching the tips of her breasts. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and curiosity, but the warmth radiating from Sujata was comforting.
Sujata smiled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She gently lifted Chintu's chin, her fingers tracing the curve of his jaw.
She brought her breast to his mouth, the dark nipple brushing against his lips. "Open your mouth, little one," she whispered gently.
Chintu complied, his mouth opening slightly. Sujata guided her nipple into his mouth, the taste of her milk filling his senses.
Chintu's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Sujata's warm, firm breast press against his lips. The taste of her milk was strange and yet comforting, a sweet and rich flavor that filled his mouth. He closed his eyes, his tiny hands reaching up to grip Sujata's arm, his body trembling slightly with the intensity of the experience.
Sujata cooed softly, her fingers gently stroking his hair. "That's it, little one. Drink up. It's good for you."
Chintu sucked gently, his small body relaxing into the sensation.
He could feel the milk flowing into his mouth, warm and sweet, filling him with a sense of comfort and security. He had never felt this way before, and it was unlike anything he had ever imagined.
Suchi watched from the side, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. She was happy to see Chintu finally getting a taste of what he had been denied since birth, but she also felt a pang of guilt for not being able to provide this for him herself.
Sujata looked down at Chintu, her eyes filled with tenderness. You're doing great," she murmured, her fingers continuing to stroke his hair.
"You're a natural at this."
Chintu swallowed the milk, his tiny body growing more relaxed with each passing moment. He had never felt so content, so at peace. He was no longer the awkward, out-of-place figure he often felt like. In this moment, he was simply a child, being nourished by a woman.
Suchi looked away, thinking , though it looks like a baby being breastfed, but actually this is a grown up man sucking a woman's breast.
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The air was filled with the sweet smell of jasmine and the soft hum of distant conversation. Chintu had long since fallen asleep, his tiny body curled up against Sujata's chest, his small hand still clutched around her breast.
Sujata gently brushed his hair away from his forehead, a soft smile playing on her lips. "He's so peaceful," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
Suchi nodded, her eyes reflecting the warm glow of the setting sun. "He deserves it," she said softly.
"After all he's been through." She looked up at Sujata, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sujata. I can't believe you're doing this for him."
Sujata's smile softened, and she looked down at Chintu, her expression tender. "It's my pleasure, Suchi. I've always wanted to breastfeed a child other than mine, and now...well, here's my chance." She glanced down at Chintu, her eyes filled with a warmth that made Suchi's heart ache.
"But promise me, Sujata," Suchi said, her voice firm.
"This stays between us. Chintu... he'll have a lot to process. We can't have the whole village talking."
Sujata's eyes widened, and she nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Of course, Suchi. You have my word."
Suchi let out a sigh of relief, her gaze returning to Chintu. He looked so peaceful, so content. It was a far cry from the nervous, anxious boy he had been earlier. She felt a pang of guilt for having doubted Sujata's intentions, but seeing Chintu like this, it was clear that this was what he needed.
She gently scooped him up, cradling him in her arms as she stood up. He stirred slightly, his tiny hand still clutching Sujata's breast, but he didn't wake up.
Suchi looked at Sujata, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I can't thank you enough, Sujata. You've given him something he's always missed out on."
Sujata smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "It's the least I could do, Suchi."
Suchi and Chintu left for their home.
NOTE: "All characters are over the age of 18."
