Fantasy Breastmilk tradition of Walvan
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The sun was just beginning to rise as Raju made his way back home. The early morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. He walked briskly, the events of the night still fresh in his mind, his body relaxed yet tingling with a strange mix of emotions.
As he neared the house, he slowed his steps, his hand instinctively brushing his shirt. It was faintly damp, and the unmistakable scent of milk clung to him, warm and sweet. His heart skipped a beat—would anyone notice?
The household was already stirring when he stepped inside. Sujata stood in the kitchen, her saree neatly draped, her hair tied back as she prepared tea. Manisha was seated at the dining table, her head resting lazily on her palm as she sipped from a steel tumbler.
Raju hesitated for a moment, but Manisha’s sharp eyes caught him immediately. “Arre, Raju!” she called out, her tone teasing. “Where are you comming from?”
Raju straightened, trying to mask his unease. “Just went for a morning walk,” he replied, his voice steady but quiet.
Sujata turned from the stove, narrowing her eyes as she took a closer look at him. “Raju,” she said, her tone curious, “Why are your clothes smelly?”
Raju froze, his hand tightening on the edge of his shirt. “I don't know,” he stammered. “Spilled Some milk on my clothes .”
Manisha smirked, setting her tumblr down with a soft clang. “Spilled, whose milk were you drinking so early in the morning?” she quipped, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Raju’s cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze. “Chachi, I prefer only your milk,” he muttered, stepping past her toward his room.
Sujata and Manisha exchanged knowing glances. Sujata’s lips pressed into a thin line, through her eyes softened. “He slept at Gita’s last night,” she murmured quietly to Manisha.
Manisha chuckled under her breath. “Gita, have had a long night then,” she said. “He has become the son for the whole village.”
Sujata sighed, shaking her head as she returned to her tea-making. “Son- or something else. We need to keep watch on him.”
In his room, Raju leaned against the door, exhaling deeply. He pulled his shirt off, the faint scent of milk still lingering. He smiled faintly to himself, a warmth spreading through him as he thought of Gita.
The late morning sun bathed Raju’s room in soft light as he sat on the cushioned mat, staring absently at the open book in his lap. His thoughts wandered to the events of the previous night, and he barely noticed when Manisha stepped in, her saree perfectly draped, her expression calm but purposeful. Raju, thinking she is here to feed him, reached to unhook her blouse
“Raju,” she said, her voice firm yet kind. “I'm here to talk, Beta.” She said while looking at his hands unhook her blouse.
Raju looked up, sensing the seriousness in her tone. “What happened, Chachi?” he asked, holding her both breasts hesitantly.
Manisha shut the door behind her softly and sat down beside him. Raju continued, playing with her breasts, he removed her bra and started to kiss and suck her breasts. She still ignored her like until he bit her nipple "Use your tongue, Beta” she said, patting his back. “Drink properly, we can talk.”
Raju hesitated for a moment, his gaze flicking to her exposed skin. Slowly, he moved closer and rested his head on her thigh. Manisha guided him gently, her fingers brushing through his hair as she brought her breast closer to his face.
“Hold my areola with your lips and pull your lips back, it will give you more milk,” she murmured, tilting his chin upward. Her areola, darker against the lighter tone of her skin, stood out, the nipple slightly firm as it brushed against his lips. “If you are uncomfortable. Latch on to the other one.”
Raju hesitated briefly before opening his mouth, his lips forming a seal around her nipple. He began nursing tentatively, his warm breath fanning against her chest as he suckled. Manisha’s breath hitched slightly, but she relaxed, her hand cradling the back of his head.
“Press with your tongue,” she whispered, stroking his hair gently. “Repeat, nice and easy.”
As Raju settled into a rhythm, Manisha let her fingers trail lightly over his scalp, her voice softening. “Beta, I know you slept with Gita,” she began, her tone even but direct. “I'm also aware, what you did with her.”
Raju’s suckling slowed, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, but he didn’t release his latch.
“Gita…” Manisha sighed, her expression contemplative. “She is different from us, she is sexually frustrated and that is the reason I have asked her to feed Bhaiya.”
Raju’s lips paused briefly, his cheeks faintly flushed as he continued to draw milk with a gushing sound.
“And Raju, you belong to a prominent family in this village,” Manisha continued, brushing her fingers along the nape of his neck, “You are just visiting your family. Your uncles are respected In this region. Anything you do can affect them, you are like a child to us.”
She adjusted slightly, guiding him to latch more securely. “I'm also aware of Priya,” she added, her tone softening. “She is a nice girl but not suited to you and your lifestyle in Mumbai.”
Raju’s suckling became slower, his body relaxing further as he absorbed her words. Manisha smiled faintly, brushing his hair back. “I know you are clever and can read between line,” she said, tilting his chin slightly upward to adjust his latch. “If you have any urges or are confused about anything you should visit me. It is totally normal, even I had to adjust to this house”
Her hand moved lightly over his shoulder and trailed downward, brushing against his waistband. Her touch was deliberate but gentle, resting there momentarily. “Anything you want could be arranged,” she murmured, her tone calm but firm. “You don't have to visit anyone.”
Raju tensed slightly under her touch, his eyes widening as he looked up at her. Manisha’s expression remained composed, her voice soothing as she continued.
“What your father has with Gita, is theirs…,” she said while kissing him on lips. “But you are different, you are known as the nephew of your uncles in our village.”
She guided his head back to her breast, her fingers stroking his temple. “And you will always be my heart, even if you demand anything,” she murmured. “I want you to leave Walvan with lots of memories.”
The room settled into a quiet rhythm as Raju nursed contentedly, his breathing steady. Manisha continued to stroke his hair, her thoughts lingering on Gita’s boldness and Priya’s innocence. She resolved to guide Raju through this delicate phase, ensuring he found balance without causing harm to himself or the family’s reputation.
The sun was just beginning to rise as Raju made his way back home. The early morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. He walked briskly, the events of the night still fresh in his mind, his body relaxed yet tingling with a strange mix of emotions.
As he neared the house, he slowed his steps, his hand instinctively brushing his shirt. It was faintly damp, and the unmistakable scent of milk clung to him, warm and sweet. His heart skipped a beat—would anyone notice?
The household was already stirring when he stepped inside. Sujata stood in the kitchen, her saree neatly draped, her hair tied back as she prepared tea. Manisha was seated at the dining table, her head resting lazily on her palm as she sipped from a steel tumbler.
Raju hesitated for a moment, but Manisha’s sharp eyes caught him immediately. “Arre, Raju!” she called out, her tone teasing. “Where are you comming from?”
Raju straightened, trying to mask his unease. “Just went for a morning walk,” he replied, his voice steady but quiet.
Sujata turned from the stove, narrowing her eyes as she took a closer look at him. “Raju,” she said, her tone curious, “Why are your clothes smelly?”
Raju froze, his hand tightening on the edge of his shirt. “I don't know,” he stammered. “Spilled Some milk on my clothes .”
Manisha smirked, setting her tumblr down with a soft clang. “Spilled, whose milk were you drinking so early in the morning?” she quipped, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Raju’s cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze. “Chachi, I prefer only your milk,” he muttered, stepping past her toward his room.
Sujata and Manisha exchanged knowing glances. Sujata’s lips pressed into a thin line, through her eyes softened. “He slept at Gita’s last night,” she murmured quietly to Manisha.
Manisha chuckled under her breath. “Gita, have had a long night then,” she said. “He has become the son for the whole village.”
Sujata sighed, shaking her head as she returned to her tea-making. “Son- or something else. We need to keep watch on him.”
In his room, Raju leaned against the door, exhaling deeply. He pulled his shirt off, the faint scent of milk still lingering. He smiled faintly to himself, a warmth spreading through him as he thought of Gita.
The late morning sun bathed Raju’s room in soft light as he sat on the cushioned mat, staring absently at the open book in his lap. His thoughts wandered to the events of the previous night, and he barely noticed when Manisha stepped in, her saree perfectly draped, her expression calm but purposeful. Raju, thinking she is here to feed him, reached to unhook her blouse
“Raju,” she said, her voice firm yet kind. “I'm here to talk, Beta.” She said while looking at his hands unhook her blouse.
Raju looked up, sensing the seriousness in her tone. “What happened, Chachi?” he asked, holding her both breasts hesitantly.
Manisha shut the door behind her softly and sat down beside him. Raju continued, playing with her breasts, he removed her bra and started to kiss and suck her breasts. She still ignored her like until he bit her nipple "Use your tongue, Beta” she said, patting his back. “Drink properly, we can talk.”
Raju hesitated for a moment, his gaze flicking to her exposed skin. Slowly, he moved closer and rested his head on her thigh. Manisha guided him gently, her fingers brushing through his hair as she brought her breast closer to his face.
“Hold my areola with your lips and pull your lips back, it will give you more milk,” she murmured, tilting his chin upward. Her areola, darker against the lighter tone of her skin, stood out, the nipple slightly firm as it brushed against his lips. “If you are uncomfortable. Latch on to the other one.”
Raju hesitated briefly before opening his mouth, his lips forming a seal around her nipple. He began nursing tentatively, his warm breath fanning against her chest as he suckled. Manisha’s breath hitched slightly, but she relaxed, her hand cradling the back of his head.
“Press with your tongue,” she whispered, stroking his hair gently. “Repeat, nice and easy.”
As Raju settled into a rhythm, Manisha let her fingers trail lightly over his scalp, her voice softening. “Beta, I know you slept with Gita,” she began, her tone even but direct. “I'm also aware, what you did with her.”
Raju’s suckling slowed, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, but he didn’t release his latch.
“Gita…” Manisha sighed, her expression contemplative. “She is different from us, she is sexually frustrated and that is the reason I have asked her to feed Bhaiya.”
Raju’s lips paused briefly, his cheeks faintly flushed as he continued to draw milk with a gushing sound.
“And Raju, you belong to a prominent family in this village,” Manisha continued, brushing her fingers along the nape of his neck, “You are just visiting your family. Your uncles are respected In this region. Anything you do can affect them, you are like a child to us.”
She adjusted slightly, guiding him to latch more securely. “I'm also aware of Priya,” she added, her tone softening. “She is a nice girl but not suited to you and your lifestyle in Mumbai.”
Raju’s suckling became slower, his body relaxing further as he absorbed her words. Manisha smiled faintly, brushing his hair back. “I know you are clever and can read between line,” she said, tilting his chin slightly upward to adjust his latch. “If you have any urges or are confused about anything you should visit me. It is totally normal, even I had to adjust to this house”
Her hand moved lightly over his shoulder and trailed downward, brushing against his waistband. Her touch was deliberate but gentle, resting there momentarily. “Anything you want could be arranged,” she murmured, her tone calm but firm. “You don't have to visit anyone.”
Raju tensed slightly under her touch, his eyes widening as he looked up at her. Manisha’s expression remained composed, her voice soothing as she continued.
“What your father has with Gita, is theirs…,” she said while kissing him on lips. “But you are different, you are known as the nephew of your uncles in our village.”
She guided his head back to her breast, her fingers stroking his temple. “And you will always be my heart, even if you demand anything,” she murmured. “I want you to leave Walvan with lots of memories.”
The room settled into a quiet rhythm as Raju nursed contentedly, his breathing steady. Manisha continued to stroke his hair, her thoughts lingering on Gita’s boldness and Priya’s innocence. She resolved to guide Raju through this delicate phase, ensuring he found balance without causing harm to himself or the family’s reputation.
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The afternoon sun cast warm, golden light into the quiet home as Sujata entered with Dadaji, who seemed visibly relaxed. She set her bag down on a stool, her movements light and cheerful.
“I have brought Baba, from Prabhas home,” she said, smiling as she helped him settle onto a cushioned mat. “He is enjoying it.”
Dadaji chuckled softly, his tone content. “Prabha is a goddess,” he said. “She knows how I want and how long I want her breasts.”
Sujata shook her head, amused, before turning her attention to Raju, who was sitting by the window, staring into the distance. “And you Raju, How is Priya?”
Raju turned to her, a faint smile on his lips. “She is nice, Chachi,” he replied. “I think I like her.”
Sujata’s smile widened, a hint of pride in her expression. “I'm happy you are making friends,” she said warmly.
Before the conversation could continue, Manisha entered the room, her expression thoughtful and serious. She glanced at Raju and then at Sujata. “Sujata,” she began, her voice firm but calm, “Can you feed Raju, its time.”
Sujata blinked, her cheeks faintly pink. “Now?” she asked hesitantly.
Manisha nodded, crossing her arms. “Yes, Now,” she replied. “I don't want him to get bored with my breasts, he needs change.”
Sujata didn’t hesitate. She moved to a corner of the room, unhooking her blouse and sliding the fabric from her shoulder. Her bra followed, its straps slipping down as she adjusted herself. Her breasts, full and slightly tender, were now exposed.
“Come, beta,” she said softly, patting the space beside her.
Raju hesitated, glancing at Manisha for guidance. Before he could move, Manisha raised a hand. “Stop,” she said firmly. “Take this to the bedroom, I can join later.”
Sujata nodded, gathering her saree before leading the way to the bedroom. Raju followed quietly, his steps careful. Manisha brought up the rear, closing the door behind them.
Inside, the bedroom was dimly lit, with thick curtains blocking out most of the sunlight. Sujata reclined on the bed, adjusting her saree to make herself comfortable. She lay on her side, her body turned toward Raju as she gestured for him to come closer.
“Come, beta,” she murmured, her voice soothing and inviting.
Raju knelt beside her, his movements hesitant but deliberate. Sujata cradled his head with one hand, guiding him to her breast. Her nipple brushed against his lips, and he latched on, his lips sealing gently around her areola.
Manisha leaned against the wall, watching them with a thoughtful expression. “Sujata,” she said softly, “Raju, must understand.”
Sujata glanced at her, tilting her head in curiosity. “What?” she asked.
Manisha stepped closer, her tone firm but affectionate. “Raju, beta,” she said, addressing him directly. “Priya is an innocent girl. I dont want to find you sucking her breasts”
Raju paused his nursing briefly, looking up at her with wide eyes.
Manisha continued, her gaze steady. “Something are better behind closed doors,” she explained. “If you feel any urges, you should come to us.”
Sujata nodded, brushing Raju’s hair back as he latched again. “Manisha is right, beta,” she said softly. “And you can ask us for anything"
Manisha moved to the bed, sitting on its edge. “Raju,” she added, her tone softening, “We know, you get aroused whenever we let you suck our breasts. That is normal for a boy at your age”
Raju nodded slightly, his cheeks faintly flushed. Sujata smiled, leaning down to kiss his temple. “My breasts are available for you,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. “We are doing this for you.”
The room settled into a calm rhythm as Raju continued to nurse, Sujata holding him close while Manisha watched with quiet approval
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the open windows, casting a warm glow on the modest yet inviting living room. Raju sat cross-legged on the floor near the entrance, his thoughts restless as he awaited Priya’s arrival. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, smoothing the fabric over his chest as he heard the soft knock on the door.
Standing on the threshold was Priya, her figure framed by the golden light. She wore a fitted salwar kameez in a pastel shade that complemented her glowing complexion. The fabric hugged her slim frame, the contours of her figure subtly revealed as she adjusted her dupatta over her shoulder. Her eyes, lined with a hint of kohl, sparkled with curiosity and shyness.
“Namaste,” she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic warmth.
“Namaste,” Raju replied, stepping aside to let her in, his heart skipping slightly at the sight of her.
As Priya entered, her gaze swept across the room, taking in its simple yet cozy decor. She noticed Sujata and Manisha bustling in the kitchen and offered a polite smile.
“Namaste, Mausi ji,” Priya greeted Sujata, her tone respectful and clear.
Sujata turned, her warm eyes lighting up as she saw Priya. “Namaste, beta,” she replied, wiping her hands on the edge of her saree. Her saree’s fabric was soft and slightly worn, the pallu slipping occasionally to reveal the curve of her neckline. “Come, we were just talking about you.”
Priya blushed slightly, adjusting her dupatta again as she sat on the mat. Her slender fingers smoothed the fabric of her kameez over her knees, her posture demure yet composed. Raju sat beside her, his gaze flicking nervously between her and his aunts.
Manisha joined them, her keen eyes studying Priya closely. Manisha’s saree, tightly pleated and neatly tucked, accentuated her hourglass figure, her pallu draped low on one shoulder. Her blouse, snugly fitted, revealed just enough to hint at the swell of her chest.
“Priya,” Manisha began, her tone kind but measured, “You both have become good friends in short time.”
Priya nodded, her voice soft but steady. “Yes mausi, he is very nice. I love talking with him.”
Manisha exchanged a glance with Sujata, who smiled knowingly. Sujata’s saree shifted slightly as she adjusted her seat, revealing the outline of her curves under the thin fabric.
“We know,” Sujata said with a chuckle. “Raju, know his way around.”
The conversation flowed easily, with Priya growing more comfortable. She laughed softly at Sujata’s jokes, her lips parting to reveal straight, pearly teeth. Her hands, adorned with simple glass bangles, gestured delicately as she spoke about her family and studies.
Raju couldn’t help but notice the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone, where her dupatta had slipped slightly. The curve of her neck and the gentle rise of her chest were accentuated as she adjusted her posture.
After a while, Sujata stood. “Let me bring snacks for everyone.” she said, heading toward the kitchen.
Manisha leaned slightly closer to Priya, peaking at her exposed cleavage, her tone softening. “Beta, You have grown in a beautiful young women”
Priya hesitated briefly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dupatta. “I dont know, I'm still the same child you know,” she said. “I try to take care of me and my body.”
Manisha nodded approvingly, her gaze steady. “I can see,” she said. “But remember more than external beauty, one must be caring, lovable from inside.”
Priya smiled, her eyes briefly meeting Raju’s before she replied, “I know, Mausiji.”
Sujata returned with a tray of chai and snacks, placing it on the low table. Her pallu draped to reveal her big bosom.
Priya’s cheeks turned pink as she sipped her chai, her lips leaving a faint mark on the rim of the cup. Raju watched her, his heart fluttering at her shy glances and soft laughter.
The room was filled with warmth, gentle teasing, and the easy flow of conversation. The connection between Priya and Raju deepened under the watchful and approving eyes of Sujata and Manisha, marking the beginning of a bond that could shape their future.
Priya sat cross-legged on the cushioned mat, listening intently as Sujata spoke, her gentle voice laced with pride.
“Raju will return to mumbai in next few weeks,” Sujata said, her eyes soft with affection.
Priya nodded, her delicate fingers adjusting the hem of her dupatta over her shoulder. “I think he should stay, our village life is more relaxed” she said softly, her voice carrying admiration.
Sujata chuckled, pouring more chai into her cup. “You are right,” she said, her tone warm. “And we both have become accustomed to his presence.”
Just then, Manisha appeared at the doorway, her eyes briefly scanning the room before settling on Raju. “Raju,” she called, her voice light but firm, “I need you in kitchen.”
Raju looked up from his spot on the mat, nodding silently before standing up and following her. Priya’s gazes lingered on him for a moment before she turned to Sujata, curiosity evident in her expression.
“Mausi ji, why manisha mausi called him to kitchen?” Priya asked, tilting her head slightly.
Sujata smiled knowingly. “He is on a special diet,” she replied, her voice casual but amused. “We take special care of him.”
“Special diet?” Priya repeated, her brows knitting together.
“Haan,” Sujata explained, setting her cup down. “He takes some special things for his health and energy. Mumbai's routine is hectic, so this helps him maintain balance here.”
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Raju leaned against the counter as Manisha turned to him, her movements deliberate and practiced. “Someone is busy today” she said teasingly, her fingers unhooking the top of her blouse.
“Chachi, Im okay,” Raju said hesitantly, his hand brushing the back of his neck.
Manisha raised an eyebrow, her tone soft but firm. “This is our routine beta,” she said, adjusting her saree and letting her blouse fall away from her shoulder. Her breast, full and slightly tender, was now exposed, the darker shade of her nipple standing out against her fair skin.
“Open your mouth,” she instructed gently, tilting his chin upward with her fingers.
Raju hesitated but then leaned in, his hooth brushing against her nipple before he latched on. Manisha exhaled softly, her hand resting on the back of his head as she guided him. “Suck,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “Imagine, you are sucking Priya’s breasts.”
As Raju suckled, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple, Manisha’s fingers traced gentle circles on his back. “Aise hi… bas relax karo,” she said softly, leaning slightly against the counter for support.
Back in the living room, Priya glanced toward the kitchen, her curiosity deepening. “Mausi ji, what is in his diet?” she asked.
Sujata smiled, leaning back slightly. “Beta, its mostly milk,” she replied. “We give fresh milk.”
Priya nodded thoughtfully. “You are so caring,” she said softly, her tone filled with respect.
In the kitchen, Raju finally pulled back, his lips slightly damp, and his breathing steady. “Okay, Chachi,” he murmured, his cheeks faintly flushed. “I'm full.”
Manisha chuckled, adjusting her blouse and pallu. “Theek hai,” she said lightly. “Remember, no indecent behavior with Priya.”
As Raju returned to the living room, Priya looked up, a soft smile gracing her lips. Sujata continued sharing anecdotes about his life in Mumbai, while Manisha quietly joined them, her expression calm yet observant.
The afternoon unfolded in a comfortable rhythm, with the house enveloped in warmth, understanding, and quiet care.
The afternoon sun cast warm, golden light into the quiet home as Sujata entered with Dadaji, who seemed visibly relaxed. She set her bag down on a stool, her movements light and cheerful.
“I have brought Baba, from Prabhas home,” she said, smiling as she helped him settle onto a cushioned mat. “He is enjoying it.”
Dadaji chuckled softly, his tone content. “Prabha is a goddess,” he said. “She knows how I want and how long I want her breasts.”
Sujata shook her head, amused, before turning her attention to Raju, who was sitting by the window, staring into the distance. “And you Raju, How is Priya?”
Raju turned to her, a faint smile on his lips. “She is nice, Chachi,” he replied. “I think I like her.”
Sujata’s smile widened, a hint of pride in her expression. “I'm happy you are making friends,” she said warmly.
Before the conversation could continue, Manisha entered the room, her expression thoughtful and serious. She glanced at Raju and then at Sujata. “Sujata,” she began, her voice firm but calm, “Can you feed Raju, its time.”
Sujata blinked, her cheeks faintly pink. “Now?” she asked hesitantly.
Manisha nodded, crossing her arms. “Yes, Now,” she replied. “I don't want him to get bored with my breasts, he needs change.”
Sujata didn’t hesitate. She moved to a corner of the room, unhooking her blouse and sliding the fabric from her shoulder. Her bra followed, its straps slipping down as she adjusted herself. Her breasts, full and slightly tender, were now exposed.
“Come, beta,” she said softly, patting the space beside her.
Raju hesitated, glancing at Manisha for guidance. Before he could move, Manisha raised a hand. “Stop,” she said firmly. “Take this to the bedroom, I can join later.”
Sujata nodded, gathering her saree before leading the way to the bedroom. Raju followed quietly, his steps careful. Manisha brought up the rear, closing the door behind them.
Inside, the bedroom was dimly lit, with thick curtains blocking out most of the sunlight. Sujata reclined on the bed, adjusting her saree to make herself comfortable. She lay on her side, her body turned toward Raju as she gestured for him to come closer.
“Come, beta,” she murmured, her voice soothing and inviting.
Raju knelt beside her, his movements hesitant but deliberate. Sujata cradled his head with one hand, guiding him to her breast. Her nipple brushed against his lips, and he latched on, his lips sealing gently around her areola.
Manisha leaned against the wall, watching them with a thoughtful expression. “Sujata,” she said softly, “Raju, must understand.”
Sujata glanced at her, tilting her head in curiosity. “What?” she asked.
Manisha stepped closer, her tone firm but affectionate. “Raju, beta,” she said, addressing him directly. “Priya is an innocent girl. I dont want to find you sucking her breasts”
Raju paused his nursing briefly, looking up at her with wide eyes.
Manisha continued, her gaze steady. “Something are better behind closed doors,” she explained. “If you feel any urges, you should come to us.”
Sujata nodded, brushing Raju’s hair back as he latched again. “Manisha is right, beta,” she said softly. “And you can ask us for anything"
Manisha moved to the bed, sitting on its edge. “Raju,” she added, her tone softening, “We know, you get aroused whenever we let you suck our breasts. That is normal for a boy at your age”
Raju nodded slightly, his cheeks faintly flushed. Sujata smiled, leaning down to kiss his temple. “My breasts are available for you,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. “We are doing this for you.”
The room settled into a calm rhythm as Raju continued to nurse, Sujata holding him close while Manisha watched with quiet approval
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the open windows, casting a warm glow on the modest yet inviting living room. Raju sat cross-legged on the floor near the entrance, his thoughts restless as he awaited Priya’s arrival. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, smoothing the fabric over his chest as he heard the soft knock on the door.
Standing on the threshold was Priya, her figure framed by the golden light. She wore a fitted salwar kameez in a pastel shade that complemented her glowing complexion. The fabric hugged her slim frame, the contours of her figure subtly revealed as she adjusted her dupatta over her shoulder. Her eyes, lined with a hint of kohl, sparkled with curiosity and shyness.
“Namaste,” she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic warmth.
“Namaste,” Raju replied, stepping aside to let her in, his heart skipping slightly at the sight of her.
As Priya entered, her gaze swept across the room, taking in its simple yet cozy decor. She noticed Sujata and Manisha bustling in the kitchen and offered a polite smile.
“Namaste, Mausi ji,” Priya greeted Sujata, her tone respectful and clear.
Sujata turned, her warm eyes lighting up as she saw Priya. “Namaste, beta,” she replied, wiping her hands on the edge of her saree. Her saree’s fabric was soft and slightly worn, the pallu slipping occasionally to reveal the curve of her neckline. “Come, we were just talking about you.”
Priya blushed slightly, adjusting her dupatta again as she sat on the mat. Her slender fingers smoothed the fabric of her kameez over her knees, her posture demure yet composed. Raju sat beside her, his gaze flicking nervously between her and his aunts.
Manisha joined them, her keen eyes studying Priya closely. Manisha’s saree, tightly pleated and neatly tucked, accentuated her hourglass figure, her pallu draped low on one shoulder. Her blouse, snugly fitted, revealed just enough to hint at the swell of her chest.
“Priya,” Manisha began, her tone kind but measured, “You both have become good friends in short time.”
Priya nodded, her voice soft but steady. “Yes mausi, he is very nice. I love talking with him.”
Manisha exchanged a glance with Sujata, who smiled knowingly. Sujata’s saree shifted slightly as she adjusted her seat, revealing the outline of her curves under the thin fabric.
“We know,” Sujata said with a chuckle. “Raju, know his way around.”
The conversation flowed easily, with Priya growing more comfortable. She laughed softly at Sujata’s jokes, her lips parting to reveal straight, pearly teeth. Her hands, adorned with simple glass bangles, gestured delicately as she spoke about her family and studies.
Raju couldn’t help but notice the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone, where her dupatta had slipped slightly. The curve of her neck and the gentle rise of her chest were accentuated as she adjusted her posture.
After a while, Sujata stood. “Let me bring snacks for everyone.” she said, heading toward the kitchen.
Manisha leaned slightly closer to Priya, peaking at her exposed cleavage, her tone softening. “Beta, You have grown in a beautiful young women”
Priya hesitated briefly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dupatta. “I dont know, I'm still the same child you know,” she said. “I try to take care of me and my body.”
Manisha nodded approvingly, her gaze steady. “I can see,” she said. “But remember more than external beauty, one must be caring, lovable from inside.”
Priya smiled, her eyes briefly meeting Raju’s before she replied, “I know, Mausiji.”
Sujata returned with a tray of chai and snacks, placing it on the low table. Her pallu draped to reveal her big bosom.
Priya’s cheeks turned pink as she sipped her chai, her lips leaving a faint mark on the rim of the cup. Raju watched her, his heart fluttering at her shy glances and soft laughter.
The room was filled with warmth, gentle teasing, and the easy flow of conversation. The connection between Priya and Raju deepened under the watchful and approving eyes of Sujata and Manisha, marking the beginning of a bond that could shape their future.
Priya sat cross-legged on the cushioned mat, listening intently as Sujata spoke, her gentle voice laced with pride.
“Raju will return to mumbai in next few weeks,” Sujata said, her eyes soft with affection.
Priya nodded, her delicate fingers adjusting the hem of her dupatta over her shoulder. “I think he should stay, our village life is more relaxed” she said softly, her voice carrying admiration.
Sujata chuckled, pouring more chai into her cup. “You are right,” she said, her tone warm. “And we both have become accustomed to his presence.”
Just then, Manisha appeared at the doorway, her eyes briefly scanning the room before settling on Raju. “Raju,” she called, her voice light but firm, “I need you in kitchen.”
Raju looked up from his spot on the mat, nodding silently before standing up and following her. Priya’s gazes lingered on him for a moment before she turned to Sujata, curiosity evident in her expression.
“Mausi ji, why manisha mausi called him to kitchen?” Priya asked, tilting her head slightly.
Sujata smiled knowingly. “He is on a special diet,” she replied, her voice casual but amused. “We take special care of him.”
“Special diet?” Priya repeated, her brows knitting together.
“Haan,” Sujata explained, setting her cup down. “He takes some special things for his health and energy. Mumbai's routine is hectic, so this helps him maintain balance here.”
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Raju leaned against the counter as Manisha turned to him, her movements deliberate and practiced. “Someone is busy today” she said teasingly, her fingers unhooking the top of her blouse.
“Chachi, Im okay,” Raju said hesitantly, his hand brushing the back of his neck.
Manisha raised an eyebrow, her tone soft but firm. “This is our routine beta,” she said, adjusting her saree and letting her blouse fall away from her shoulder. Her breast, full and slightly tender, was now exposed, the darker shade of her nipple standing out against her fair skin.
“Open your mouth,” she instructed gently, tilting his chin upward with her fingers.
Raju hesitated but then leaned in, his hooth brushing against her nipple before he latched on. Manisha exhaled softly, her hand resting on the back of his head as she guided him. “Suck,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “Imagine, you are sucking Priya’s breasts.”
As Raju suckled, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple, Manisha’s fingers traced gentle circles on his back. “Aise hi… bas relax karo,” she said softly, leaning slightly against the counter for support.
Back in the living room, Priya glanced toward the kitchen, her curiosity deepening. “Mausi ji, what is in his diet?” she asked.
Sujata smiled, leaning back slightly. “Beta, its mostly milk,” she replied. “We give fresh milk.”
Priya nodded thoughtfully. “You are so caring,” she said softly, her tone filled with respect.
In the kitchen, Raju finally pulled back, his lips slightly damp, and his breathing steady. “Okay, Chachi,” he murmured, his cheeks faintly flushed. “I'm full.”
Manisha chuckled, adjusting her blouse and pallu. “Theek hai,” she said lightly. “Remember, no indecent behavior with Priya.”
As Raju returned to the living room, Priya looked up, a soft smile gracing her lips. Sujata continued sharing anecdotes about his life in Mumbai, while Manisha quietly joined them, her expression calm yet observant.
The afternoon unfolded in a comfortable rhythm, with the house enveloped in warmth, understanding, and quiet care.
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Both updates are great (30 and 31). Great writing
Don't ignore your father-in-laws and Raju's father.
Give the responsibility of father-in-law and Raju's father to Sujata.
Update 32
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the village, Priya adjusted her dupatta and stood, brushing her salwar lightly. “I should get going now,” she said softly, glancing at Sujata and Manisha.
Raju, who had been listening intently, rose from his seat. “I’ll drop you home,” he offered, his tone calm but genuine.
Sujata exchanged a glance with Manisha, a faint smile curving her lips. “Of course,” Sujata said warmly. “Raju, make sure she gets home safely. And don’t forget to stop by Leela’s house—she wanted to see you.”
Manisha nodded with a smirk. “And come back soon,” she added playfully.
Raju nodded, holding the door open for Priya. The two stepped out into the cool evening air, the faint scent of flowers lingering as they walked down the quiet path toward her home.
As they strolled, Raju broke the silence. “Life in Mumbai is hectic,” he began, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Balancing work and personal life is a challenge. That’s why I decided to come back to Walvan after my mother passed away. I needed some clarity.”
Priya turned to him, her eyes filled with understanding. “I’ve heard so much about your mother,” she said gently. “She was a strong, graceful woman. Everyone speaks highly of her.”
Raju smiled faintly, his gaze fixed ahead. “She was my biggest inspiration,” he replied, his voice tinged with emotion.
Priya continued, her tone thoughtful. “Someone once described her to me. Tall, with a fair complexion, always dressed in elegant sarees that turned heads wherever she went.”
Raju chuckled softly. “Yes, she had a way of carrying herself that left an impression on everyone,” he said.
As they reached Priya’s house, she stopped, turning to face him. “Your journey is inspiring,” she said sincerely.
“Thank you, Priya,” Raju replied, his tone warm. “Take care.”
Priya nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips as she stepped inside. Raju waited until the door closed behind her before turning and heading toward Leela’s house.
The walk to Leela’s home was quiet, with the distant sounds of children playing and the occasional rustle of leaves accompanying him. When he knocked on the door, Leela opened it, her expression shifting from surprise to composure in seconds.
“Oh, Raju,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her surprise. “Come in. I have something for you to take to your aunts.”
From inside the house, her husband’s voice called out. “Who’s there, Leela?”
“It’s Raju,” she replied quickly, her tone steady. Turning to Raju, she added, “Come with me to the storeroom. What I need to give you is kept there.”
Raju followed her through the modest house to the small, dimly lit storeroom at the back. The air was thick with the scent of spices and dried grains. Leela moved quickly, her hands fidgeting with the folds of her saree.
Before Raju could ask, she turned to him abruptly, unhooking her blouse in one swift motion. Her blouse fell away, revealing her full, rounded breasts. Her dark nipples were slightly hardened, contrasting against her lighter skin.
“You need this, don’t you?” she whispered, stepping closer and guiding his face toward her chest.
Raju hesitated, his breath catching, but her urgency and the familiarity of the act compelled him. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her nipple before latching on.
Leela exhaled softly, her fingers cradling the back of his head as she held him close. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low. “Drink slowly.”
Raju suckled steadily, his warm lips drawing gently as her breathing evened out. Her free hand rested lightly on his arm, her touch firm yet soft.
“You’re very different, Raju,” she whispered, her tone soft and reflective. “Gentler than your grandfather.”
Before the moment could deepen further, her husband’s voice broke through the quiet. “Leela! Did you find what you were looking for?”
Leela tensed, pulling away quickly and adjusting her blouse and saree with practiced efficiency. “Yes, I found it!” she called out, her voice steady despite her flushed cheeks.
Turning back to Raju, she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Sorry, I have to go,” she said, her voice hushed but sincere.
She grabbed a metal plate, wrapped it in a cloth, and handed it to him. “Take this to Sujata,” she said firmly, her expression softening. “And be careful.”
Raju nodded silently, stepping out of the storeroom as Leela composed herself. Her husband barely glanced at them as Raju exited the house, the evening air cooling his flushed face as he walked back toward home.
into night. After returning from Leela’s house, Raju handed over the wrapped plate to Sujata in the kitchen. She gave him an approving smile, her eyes briefly scanning his face for any signs of unease.
“Leela must’ve been happy to see you,” Sujata said warmly, placing the plate on the counter.
Raju nodded, his voice soft. “Yes, Chachi. She said to send her regards.”
Manisha entered the kitchen, her saree slightly loose from the day’s work. “Dinner is done,” she announced, her tone light. “Let’s all rest now.”
As they prepared for bed, Raju noticed Sujata and Manisha exchanging glances. Sujata approached him, her voice soft but firm. “Beta, aaj hum tumhare saath soenge,” she said.
Raju blinked, surprised. “Why, Chachi?”
Manisha stepped closer, her expression calm. “You’ve been through a lot lately, and we want to be here for you,” she said. “You need comfort, and we can provide that.”
Without further discussion, the three made their way to Raju’s room. The small space was dimly lit by a single lantern on the bedside table. Sujata sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting her saree as she glanced at Raju.
“Come here, beta,” she said softly, patting the space beside her.
Raju hesitated, but the warmth in her tone reassured him. He sat down, his posture stiff as Sujata leaned closer, her hand brushing lightly against his shoulder.
“Relax,” Sujata murmured, her voice soothing.
Manisha, who had been standing near the doorway, approached the bed. She unhooked her blouse, letting it fall open as she adjusted her saree. “Raju,” she said gently, “you need this.”
Sujata followed suit, loosening her pallu and unhooking her blouse. Both women settled on either side of him, their presence grounding yet intimate.
Manisha guided his head to her chest, her hand cradling him as she spoke softly. “You’ve been carrying so much, beta,” she murmured. “It’s time to let it go.”
Raju latched on tentatively, his lips forming a gentle seal around her nipple. Manisha exhaled softly, her fingers stroking his hair as she leaned back slightly.
On his other side, Sujata waited patiently, her exposed chest rising and falling with steady breaths. When Raju shifted, releasing Manisha, Sujata leaned in, guiding him toward her.
“Here, beta,” she said quietly, her tone filled with warmth.
Raju latched onto Sujata, his hooth warm against her skin as he nursed. Sujata cradled his head, her hand tracing soothing patterns on his back. “You’re safe with us,” she whispered.
The room was filled with quiet intimacy, the rhythmic sounds of Raju nursing creating a calming atmosphere. Manisha leaned back against the headboard, her hand resting lightly on Raju’s shoulder as she watched him relax.
As the night deepened, the three lay intertwined on the bed. Raju’s breathing grew slower and steadier as he drifted off, his head resting against Sujata’s chest.
Manisha smiled faintly, adjusting her saree. “He needed this,” she said softly.
Sujata nodded, her hand gently stroking Raju’s hair. “We’re here for him,” she replied, her voice filled with quiet resolve.
The room remained peaceful, the bond between them strengthened in the quiet moments of care and connection.
The golden morning light crept through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Raju stirred slightly, his body nestled between Sujata and Manisha. His head rested gently against Sujata’s chest, her arm draped protectively over him. Manisha lay close on his other side, her hand resting lightly on his arm.
The soft rhythm of their breaths filled the quiet room, mingling with the faint chirping of birds outside. Sujata was the first to wake. She glanced down at Raju, his face still pressed lightly against her, his lips brushing her saree-covered chest where he had nursed earlier. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, and she softly stroked his hair.
“Beta, wake up,” she whispered, her voice tender and warm.
Raju stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked up at her. “Good morning, Chachi,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.
Sujata chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Good morning,” she replied. “Did you sleep well?”
Before Raju could respond, Manisha shifted beside him, her eyes slowly opening. She stretched lightly, her saree slightly disheveled from the night. Her gaze softened as she saw Raju sitting up.
“You’re awake early,” she said teasingly, her voice still laced with sleep.
Raju sat up fully, his movements unhurried. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing between them. “I didn’t want to disturb you both,” he said softly.
Manisha smiled faintly, reaching out to pat his arm. “You didn’t disturb us,” she said. “In fact, I think we all slept better together.”
Sujata adjusted her saree as she sat up, her blouse slightly creased from where Raju had rested his head. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “You seemed so at peace last night,” she said. “That’s all we wanted.”
Raju glanced down, his expression softening. “I felt… safe,” he admitted. “Thank you.”
Manisha leaned closer, brushing her hand over his cheek. “Beta, you don’t need to thank us,” she said warmly. “We’re your family. This is what we’re here for.”
Sujata’s gaze softened further as she smoothed her saree. “And don’t forget,” she added with a playful smile, “it’s our duty to take care of you. Always.”
As the three moved to rise from the bed, Sujata adjusted the pillows and folded the blanket neatly. She glanced at Raju, her tone gentle. “Go freshen up, beta. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
Manisha nodded, her eyes still watching Raju closely. “We’ll make something light and refreshing for you,” she said, her tone encouraging.
Raju gave a faint smile, his posture relaxed as he headed toward the bathroom. The quiet click of the door closing left the two women alone in the room.
Sujata turned to Manisha, her voice dropping to a whisper. “He feels lighter today,” she said, her tone tinged with relief.
Manisha adjusted her pallu, her expression thoughtful. “Last night was important,” she replied. “He needed that comfort.”
Sujata nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “We’ll make sure he always has what he needs,” she said firmly.
The two women left the room, moving toward the kitchen to prepare the morning meal. Their bond with Raju, and with each other, felt stronger, their shared care a source of quiet pride and mutual understanding.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the village, Priya adjusted her dupatta and stood, brushing her salwar lightly. “I should get going now,” she said softly, glancing at Sujata and Manisha.
Raju, who had been listening intently, rose from his seat. “I’ll drop you home,” he offered, his tone calm but genuine.
Sujata exchanged a glance with Manisha, a faint smile curving her lips. “Of course,” Sujata said warmly. “Raju, make sure she gets home safely. And don’t forget to stop by Leela’s house—she wanted to see you.”
Manisha nodded with a smirk. “And come back soon,” she added playfully.
Raju nodded, holding the door open for Priya. The two stepped out into the cool evening air, the faint scent of flowers lingering as they walked down the quiet path toward her home.
As they strolled, Raju broke the silence. “Life in Mumbai is hectic,” he began, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Balancing work and personal life is a challenge. That’s why I decided to come back to Walvan after my mother passed away. I needed some clarity.”
Priya turned to him, her eyes filled with understanding. “I’ve heard so much about your mother,” she said gently. “She was a strong, graceful woman. Everyone speaks highly of her.”
Raju smiled faintly, his gaze fixed ahead. “She was my biggest inspiration,” he replied, his voice tinged with emotion.
Priya continued, her tone thoughtful. “Someone once described her to me. Tall, with a fair complexion, always dressed in elegant sarees that turned heads wherever she went.”
Raju chuckled softly. “Yes, she had a way of carrying herself that left an impression on everyone,” he said.
As they reached Priya’s house, she stopped, turning to face him. “Your journey is inspiring,” she said sincerely.
“Thank you, Priya,” Raju replied, his tone warm. “Take care.”
Priya nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips as she stepped inside. Raju waited until the door closed behind her before turning and heading toward Leela’s house.
The walk to Leela’s home was quiet, with the distant sounds of children playing and the occasional rustle of leaves accompanying him. When he knocked on the door, Leela opened it, her expression shifting from surprise to composure in seconds.
“Oh, Raju,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her surprise. “Come in. I have something for you to take to your aunts.”
From inside the house, her husband’s voice called out. “Who’s there, Leela?”
“It’s Raju,” she replied quickly, her tone steady. Turning to Raju, she added, “Come with me to the storeroom. What I need to give you is kept there.”
Raju followed her through the modest house to the small, dimly lit storeroom at the back. The air was thick with the scent of spices and dried grains. Leela moved quickly, her hands fidgeting with the folds of her saree.
Before Raju could ask, she turned to him abruptly, unhooking her blouse in one swift motion. Her blouse fell away, revealing her full, rounded breasts. Her dark nipples were slightly hardened, contrasting against her lighter skin.
“You need this, don’t you?” she whispered, stepping closer and guiding his face toward her chest.
Raju hesitated, his breath catching, but her urgency and the familiarity of the act compelled him. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her nipple before latching on.
Leela exhaled softly, her fingers cradling the back of his head as she held him close. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low. “Drink slowly.”
Raju suckled steadily, his warm lips drawing gently as her breathing evened out. Her free hand rested lightly on his arm, her touch firm yet soft.
“You’re very different, Raju,” she whispered, her tone soft and reflective. “Gentler than your grandfather.”
Before the moment could deepen further, her husband’s voice broke through the quiet. “Leela! Did you find what you were looking for?”
Leela tensed, pulling away quickly and adjusting her blouse and saree with practiced efficiency. “Yes, I found it!” she called out, her voice steady despite her flushed cheeks.
Turning back to Raju, she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Sorry, I have to go,” she said, her voice hushed but sincere.
She grabbed a metal plate, wrapped it in a cloth, and handed it to him. “Take this to Sujata,” she said firmly, her expression softening. “And be careful.”
Raju nodded silently, stepping out of the storeroom as Leela composed herself. Her husband barely glanced at them as Raju exited the house, the evening air cooling his flushed face as he walked back toward home.
into night. After returning from Leela’s house, Raju handed over the wrapped plate to Sujata in the kitchen. She gave him an approving smile, her eyes briefly scanning his face for any signs of unease.
“Leela must’ve been happy to see you,” Sujata said warmly, placing the plate on the counter.
Raju nodded, his voice soft. “Yes, Chachi. She said to send her regards.”
Manisha entered the kitchen, her saree slightly loose from the day’s work. “Dinner is done,” she announced, her tone light. “Let’s all rest now.”
As they prepared for bed, Raju noticed Sujata and Manisha exchanging glances. Sujata approached him, her voice soft but firm. “Beta, aaj hum tumhare saath soenge,” she said.
Raju blinked, surprised. “Why, Chachi?”
Manisha stepped closer, her expression calm. “You’ve been through a lot lately, and we want to be here for you,” she said. “You need comfort, and we can provide that.”
Without further discussion, the three made their way to Raju’s room. The small space was dimly lit by a single lantern on the bedside table. Sujata sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting her saree as she glanced at Raju.
“Come here, beta,” she said softly, patting the space beside her.
Raju hesitated, but the warmth in her tone reassured him. He sat down, his posture stiff as Sujata leaned closer, her hand brushing lightly against his shoulder.
“Relax,” Sujata murmured, her voice soothing.
Manisha, who had been standing near the doorway, approached the bed. She unhooked her blouse, letting it fall open as she adjusted her saree. “Raju,” she said gently, “you need this.”
Sujata followed suit, loosening her pallu and unhooking her blouse. Both women settled on either side of him, their presence grounding yet intimate.
Manisha guided his head to her chest, her hand cradling him as she spoke softly. “You’ve been carrying so much, beta,” she murmured. “It’s time to let it go.”
Raju latched on tentatively, his lips forming a gentle seal around her nipple. Manisha exhaled softly, her fingers stroking his hair as she leaned back slightly.
On his other side, Sujata waited patiently, her exposed chest rising and falling with steady breaths. When Raju shifted, releasing Manisha, Sujata leaned in, guiding him toward her.
“Here, beta,” she said quietly, her tone filled with warmth.
Raju latched onto Sujata, his hooth warm against her skin as he nursed. Sujata cradled his head, her hand tracing soothing patterns on his back. “You’re safe with us,” she whispered.
The room was filled with quiet intimacy, the rhythmic sounds of Raju nursing creating a calming atmosphere. Manisha leaned back against the headboard, her hand resting lightly on Raju’s shoulder as she watched him relax.
As the night deepened, the three lay intertwined on the bed. Raju’s breathing grew slower and steadier as he drifted off, his head resting against Sujata’s chest.
Manisha smiled faintly, adjusting her saree. “He needed this,” she said softly.
Sujata nodded, her hand gently stroking Raju’s hair. “We’re here for him,” she replied, her voice filled with quiet resolve.
The room remained peaceful, the bond between them strengthened in the quiet moments of care and connection.
The golden morning light crept through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Raju stirred slightly, his body nestled between Sujata and Manisha. His head rested gently against Sujata’s chest, her arm draped protectively over him. Manisha lay close on his other side, her hand resting lightly on his arm.
The soft rhythm of their breaths filled the quiet room, mingling with the faint chirping of birds outside. Sujata was the first to wake. She glanced down at Raju, his face still pressed lightly against her, his lips brushing her saree-covered chest where he had nursed earlier. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, and she softly stroked his hair.
“Beta, wake up,” she whispered, her voice tender and warm.
Raju stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked up at her. “Good morning, Chachi,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.
Sujata chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Good morning,” she replied. “Did you sleep well?”
Before Raju could respond, Manisha shifted beside him, her eyes slowly opening. She stretched lightly, her saree slightly disheveled from the night. Her gaze softened as she saw Raju sitting up.
“You’re awake early,” she said teasingly, her voice still laced with sleep.
Raju sat up fully, his movements unhurried. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing between them. “I didn’t want to disturb you both,” he said softly.
Manisha smiled faintly, reaching out to pat his arm. “You didn’t disturb us,” she said. “In fact, I think we all slept better together.”
Sujata adjusted her saree as she sat up, her blouse slightly creased from where Raju had rested his head. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “You seemed so at peace last night,” she said. “That’s all we wanted.”
Raju glanced down, his expression softening. “I felt… safe,” he admitted. “Thank you.”
Manisha leaned closer, brushing her hand over his cheek. “Beta, you don’t need to thank us,” she said warmly. “We’re your family. This is what we’re here for.”
Sujata’s gaze softened further as she smoothed her saree. “And don’t forget,” she added with a playful smile, “it’s our duty to take care of you. Always.”
As the three moved to rise from the bed, Sujata adjusted the pillows and folded the blanket neatly. She glanced at Raju, her tone gentle. “Go freshen up, beta. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
Manisha nodded, her eyes still watching Raju closely. “We’ll make something light and refreshing for you,” she said, her tone encouraging.
Raju gave a faint smile, his posture relaxed as he headed toward the bathroom. The quiet click of the door closing left the two women alone in the room.
Sujata turned to Manisha, her voice dropping to a whisper. “He feels lighter today,” she said, her tone tinged with relief.
Manisha adjusted her pallu, her expression thoughtful. “Last night was important,” she replied. “He needed that comfort.”
Sujata nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “We’ll make sure he always has what he needs,” she said firmly.
The two women left the room, moving toward the kitchen to prepare the morning meal. Their bond with Raju, and with each other, felt stronger, their shared care a source of quiet pride and mutual understanding.
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Update 33
The afternoon sun bathed the house in a warm glow, casting soft shadows across the living room. Sujata and Manisha were seated on the cushioned mat, chatting softly while preparing the lunch. The faint aroma of freshly cooked rice and vegetables lingered in the air.
Raju sat nearby, his demeanor calm but reflective. Sujata noticed his distant expression and exchanged a glance with Manisha.
“Raju, beta, come here,” Sujata called gently, patting the space beside her.
Raju stood and walked over, his movements slow, as though weighed down by his thoughts. He sat down, leaning slightly against Sujata, who immediately began to adjust her saree.
“You look lost,” Manisha said, her tone light yet curious. “What’s on your mind?”
Raju hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Manisha Chachi, Sujata Chachi'” he began, his voice steady but soft, “I wanted to tell you… my vacation is over. I’ll be leaving the village tomorrow.”
The room fell silent for a moment. Sujata paused, her hands resting on her lap, while Manisha’s expression softened into quiet understanding.
“You’ve decided?” Sujata asked, her voice steady but tinged with sadness.
Raju nodded. “Yes, Chachi. I need to get back to work, and life in Mumbai,” he said, glancing between them. “But I’ll never forget these days here.”
Manisha reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Beta, we knew this day would come,” she said softly. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”
Sujata nodded, her eyes glistening as she smiled faintly. “You’ve reminded us of so much—family, love, and care,” she said. “And we’re proud of you for everything you’re doing.”
Manisha adjusted her saree, unhooking her blouse slightly. “Before you go,” she said with a small smile, “let us take care of you one more time.”
Sujata followed suit, loosening her pallu as she guided Raju to lean against her. “Come, beta,” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.
Raju hesitated for a moment but then leaned into Sujata, his head resting against her chest. She cradled him gently, her hand brushing through his hair as she guided him to nurse.
“You’ll always have a place here,” Sujata said softly as Raju latched on, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple.
Manisha watched with a faint smile, her hand lightly stroking Raju’s back. “You’ve grown so much, but you’re still our Raju,” she said.
The quiet intimacy of the moment enveloped the room as Raju nursed, his breathing steady and his body relaxing. Sujata held him close, her touch filled with tenderness, while Manisha offered quiet support.
When Raju finally pulled back, he looked at them with a faint smile. “I’ll miss this,” he said sincerely.
Sujata leaned down to kiss his forehead, her eyes warm with affection. “We’ll miss you too,” she said. “But we know you’ll make us proud.”
Manisha nodded, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You’ll always be welcome here, no matter how far you go,” she said.
The three of them sat quietly for a moment, the bond between them unspoken yet deeply felt.
The sky deepened into twilight as Priya approached Raju’s veranda, her steps light yet purposeful. She stopped at the edge of the porch, hesitating for a moment before calling softly, “Raju?”
Raju looked up from where he sat on the bench, his thoughts momentarily interrupted. Seeing her, his expression softened into a warm smile. “Priya,” he said, standing up, his tone laced with surprise. “You came.”
“I had to,” she said, stepping closer. Her dupatta slipped slightly from her shoulder as the evening breeze played with it, but she barely noticed. “You’re leaving tomorrow… I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye.”
Raju gestured toward the bench. “Come, sit,” he said, his voice gentle.
She sat beside him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the quiet punctuated only by the occasional chirping of crickets.
“I’ll miss this place,” Raju said after a moment, his voice soft. “And… I’ll miss you.”
Priya turned to him, her eyes glistening in the dim light. “I’ll miss you too,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You’ve been… different, Raju. Gentle. Understanding. You made these days feel… special.”
Raju’s hand hesitated before it reached out, brushing against hers lightly. Her fingers twitched but didn’t pull away. Emboldened, he clasped her hand gently, his touch warm and steady.
“Priya,” he said, his voice low but earnest, “you’ve been special too. You made this place feel more like home.”
Priya’s lips parted, her breath catching as she looked at him. “Raju,” she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.
He leaned closer, his gaze locked with hers. “Can I?” he asked softly, his face inches from hers.
Her response was a faint nod, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against hers. The kiss was tentative, filled with the hesitation of a first connection but deepened by the emotions that had been quietly building between them.
Her free hand moved hesitantly to his chest, resting there as if to anchor herself in the moment. His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand, grounding them both in the intimacy of their shared space.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling in the cool evening air.
“I don’t want this to end,” Priya murmured, her voice trembling.
Raju smiled faintly, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It doesn’t have to,” he said. “I’ll carry this with me, no matter where I go.”
She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Take care of yourself, Raju,” she whispered.
“I will,” he said, his tone steady but laced with emotion. “And you… you take care too.”
Priya slowly stood, adjusting her dupatta as she prepared to leave. Her fingers lingered on his hand for a moment before she stepped away.
Raju watched her until she disappeared into the fading light, his heart heavy yet full. He sat back on the bench, the memory of her touch and the warmth of her presence lingering long after she was gone.
The afternoon sun bathed the house in a warm glow, casting soft shadows across the living room. Sujata and Manisha were seated on the cushioned mat, chatting softly while preparing the lunch. The faint aroma of freshly cooked rice and vegetables lingered in the air.
Raju sat nearby, his demeanor calm but reflective. Sujata noticed his distant expression and exchanged a glance with Manisha.
“Raju, beta, come here,” Sujata called gently, patting the space beside her.
Raju stood and walked over, his movements slow, as though weighed down by his thoughts. He sat down, leaning slightly against Sujata, who immediately began to adjust her saree.
“You look lost,” Manisha said, her tone light yet curious. “What’s on your mind?”
Raju hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Manisha Chachi, Sujata Chachi'” he began, his voice steady but soft, “I wanted to tell you… my vacation is over. I’ll be leaving the village tomorrow.”
The room fell silent for a moment. Sujata paused, her hands resting on her lap, while Manisha’s expression softened into quiet understanding.
“You’ve decided?” Sujata asked, her voice steady but tinged with sadness.
Raju nodded. “Yes, Chachi. I need to get back to work, and life in Mumbai,” he said, glancing between them. “But I’ll never forget these days here.”
Manisha reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Beta, we knew this day would come,” she said softly. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”
Sujata nodded, her eyes glistening as she smiled faintly. “You’ve reminded us of so much—family, love, and care,” she said. “And we’re proud of you for everything you’re doing.”
Manisha adjusted her saree, unhooking her blouse slightly. “Before you go,” she said with a small smile, “let us take care of you one more time.”
Sujata followed suit, loosening her pallu as she guided Raju to lean against her. “Come, beta,” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.
Raju hesitated for a moment but then leaned into Sujata, his head resting against her chest. She cradled him gently, her hand brushing through his hair as she guided him to nurse.
“You’ll always have a place here,” Sujata said softly as Raju latched on, his lips forming a firm seal around her nipple.
Manisha watched with a faint smile, her hand lightly stroking Raju’s back. “You’ve grown so much, but you’re still our Raju,” she said.
The quiet intimacy of the moment enveloped the room as Raju nursed, his breathing steady and his body relaxing. Sujata held him close, her touch filled with tenderness, while Manisha offered quiet support.
When Raju finally pulled back, he looked at them with a faint smile. “I’ll miss this,” he said sincerely.
Sujata leaned down to kiss his forehead, her eyes warm with affection. “We’ll miss you too,” she said. “But we know you’ll make us proud.”
Manisha nodded, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “You’ll always be welcome here, no matter how far you go,” she said.
The three of them sat quietly for a moment, the bond between them unspoken yet deeply felt.
The sky deepened into twilight as Priya approached Raju’s veranda, her steps light yet purposeful. She stopped at the edge of the porch, hesitating for a moment before calling softly, “Raju?”
Raju looked up from where he sat on the bench, his thoughts momentarily interrupted. Seeing her, his expression softened into a warm smile. “Priya,” he said, standing up, his tone laced with surprise. “You came.”
“I had to,” she said, stepping closer. Her dupatta slipped slightly from her shoulder as the evening breeze played with it, but she barely noticed. “You’re leaving tomorrow… I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye.”
Raju gestured toward the bench. “Come, sit,” he said, his voice gentle.
She sat beside him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the quiet punctuated only by the occasional chirping of crickets.
“I’ll miss this place,” Raju said after a moment, his voice soft. “And… I’ll miss you.”
Priya turned to him, her eyes glistening in the dim light. “I’ll miss you too,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You’ve been… different, Raju. Gentle. Understanding. You made these days feel… special.”
Raju’s hand hesitated before it reached out, brushing against hers lightly. Her fingers twitched but didn’t pull away. Emboldened, he clasped her hand gently, his touch warm and steady.
“Priya,” he said, his voice low but earnest, “you’ve been special too. You made this place feel more like home.”
Priya’s lips parted, her breath catching as she looked at him. “Raju,” she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.
He leaned closer, his gaze locked with hers. “Can I?” he asked softly, his face inches from hers.
Her response was a faint nod, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against hers. The kiss was tentative, filled with the hesitation of a first connection but deepened by the emotions that had been quietly building between them.
Her free hand moved hesitantly to his chest, resting there as if to anchor herself in the moment. His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand, grounding them both in the intimacy of their shared space.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling in the cool evening air.
“I don’t want this to end,” Priya murmured, her voice trembling.
Raju smiled faintly, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It doesn’t have to,” he said. “I’ll carry this with me, no matter where I go.”
She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Take care of yourself, Raju,” she whispered.
“I will,” he said, his tone steady but laced with emotion. “And you… you take care too.”
Priya slowly stood, adjusting her dupatta as she prepared to leave. Her fingers lingered on his hand for a moment before she stepped away.
Raju watched her until she disappeared into the fading light, his heart heavy yet full. He sat back on the bench, the memory of her touch and the warmth of her presence lingering long after she was gone.
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Nice writing
Raju is leaving the village and going to the city for work, so I feel a little sad, but after Raju goes to the city, SujataRaju is feeling a little sad because he is leaving the village to go to the city for work, but after Raju goes to the city, show Sujata and Manisha taking care of Raju's father and grandfather.
Nice writing.
BI wish you all the best for the next part.