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cyclone encounters......
The night dragged on, an eternal canvas of darkness filled with the cacophony of howling winds and torrential rain. Radha woke up to the harrowing sound of a tree branch brutally snapping against the window. Shaken, she looked around the room, her heart pounding at the terrifying intensity of the cyclone that threatened to tear their house apart.
Next to her, Rohan was curled up under a thick blanket, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept. In the dim light, she admired his rugged features, framed by the flowing black hair that he had inherited from her. The sight of him, safe and alive, brought a lump to her throat.
Radha gently shook Rohan, whispering his name urgently.
"Rohan, wake up. The storm, it's getting worse."
Rohan stirred, opening his eyes to meet his mother's warm brown gaze. He took a moment to fully wake up, then sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What's going on, ma?"
Radha gestured towards the window, her voice shaking with fear. "The winds are picking up, and the rain is coming down harder than before. I'm scared, Rohan. What if the house can't withstand the storm?"
Rohan got up, and walked over to the window, looking out at the tempestuous weather. "Don't worry, ma. The house has been here for decades, and it has weathered many storms. We will be fine."
Radha nodded, trying to take comfort in her son's words.
But the thought of their house collapsing under the force of the cyclone lingered in her mind, gnawing at her peace. She glanced around the room, taking in the old family photographs on the wall, the worn-out furniture, and the memories that were intertwined with each and every object of this room.
Radha turned to Rohan, her eyes filled with a determined gleam. "We need to make sure that the house is as secure as possible. Go check the doors and windows, and make sure they are properly shut and locked. I'll gather some essentials and keep them nearby in case we need to leave in a hurry."
Rohan nodded, and quickly got to work, securing the windows and doors. Radha watched him as he moved around the room, his strong build and confident demeanor reminding her of his father.
But the thought of her late husband was interrupted by a sudden and ominous shift in the storm's intensity.
The wind howled, rattling the windows with a ferocity that sent chills down Radha's spine. The rain came down in sheets, making it impossible to see anything outside. And then, without warning, a tree branch came crashing through the window, shattering the glass and sending shards flying everywhere.
Radha screamed, shielding herself from the flying debris as Rohan rushed to her side.
"Ma, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine," she replied, still trembling from the shock. "But the window, Rohan. The storm has gotten so much worse.
Rohan, trying to stabilize his nerves, walks around the house in a daze. Suddenly, he stops in his tracks. The floor feels damp. And it's getting worse. A few more steps and the water level is clearly rising.
"Ma, you need to come here," Rohan calls out, his voice urgent.
Radha rushes to his side, and they both stand there, watching in horror as the water level rises in their home.
"What's happening, Rohan? Why is the water rising?" Radha asks, fear evident in her voice.
"I don't know, ma. But we need to do something before the ground floor is completely submerged."
With a shared sense of urgency, Radha and Rohan gather their belongings and head to the second floor, hoping to find refuge from the rising water level.
But even as they ascend the stairs, the water continues to rise at an alarming rate, filling every corner of the house.
Radha's heart races with each step she takes, the water lapping at her ankles, then her calves, as she struggles to keep up with her son. Rohan, for his part, moves with a quiet determination, focused solely on getting them to safety.
As they reach the top of the stairs, Rohan pauses, looking back at the chaos below. The water is now chest-high, and he can see the furniture and other household items being swept away in the torrent.
Radha, too, looks back, and her heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of the situation. They are trapped, with no way out, as the water continues to rise.
Radha looks around, desperation written all over her face.
"Rohan, we need to find a way out of here," she says, her voice trembling. "The water is still rising, and I don't think we have much time left."
Rohan nods, deep in thought. Suddenly, an idea strikes him.
"Ma, there's one more place we can go. My study room on the first floor. I don't use it often, but it's the highest point in the house. We might be able to find some shelter there," he says, his voice filled with determination.
Radha's face lights up at the suggestion. "Yes, let's go there. It's our best chance of survival."
They quickly gather their belongings and head to the third floor, the water already up to their waists.
They take as many essentials as they can carry, grabbing clothes, food, and water from the house before they escape to the room on the third floor.
Their progress is slow and treacherous, as they battle against the powerful currents created by the floodwater. Rohan takes the lead, his strong arms pulling them both through the water with a steady, powerful rhythm. Radha follows close behind, her heart pounding with fear as she watches the water rise inexorably around them.
Finally, they reach the safety of the first floor, and Rohan kicks open the door to his study. Radha stumbles inside, gasping for breath, as Rohan follows, shutting the door behind them.
The room is still and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Radha looks around, grateful for the shelter, but worried about what comes next.
She turns to Rohan and says, "We need to grab essential items. We don't know how long we'll be stuck here, or what kind of damage the storm might do."
Rohan nods in agreement, and the two of them quickly gather supplies. Radha grabs a flashlight, a first aid kit, and some blankets, while Rohan gathers food, water, and a portable stove. They also make sure to bring their phones, chargers, and a battery-powered radio, in case they need to stay informed about the storm.
As they finish gathering supplies, Radha looks up and notices that both of them are completely drenched from the flooded water. Their clothes are soaked through, sticking to their skin and revealing the curves and contours of their bodies. She feels her face flush with heat, her heart pounding in her chest.
She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts, but the image of Rohan's muscular frame remains firmly etched in her mind.
Meanwhile, Rohan is also struggling with his thoughts. He has never seen his mother in this light before, but as he watches her move around the room, her saree clinging to her body, he finds himself unable to deny the attraction he feels.
Suddenly, Radha turns to face him, and Rohan's heart skips a beat. The wet saree hugs her curves, highlighting her hourglass figure, and Rohan can't help but stare.
For a moment, neither of them speaks, both lost in their own thoughts.
"In search of dry clothing, Radha accidentally opens a secret compartment in Rohan's desk, revealing a stash of adult movies and magazines.
Radha's mind reels as she tries to process this new information about her son. She can't help but think about how much they have been through together, the long hours spent talking and bonding in this very room. And yet, there is a part of him that she knows nothing about.
As they sit in silence, the weight of the storm outside fades into the background, replaced by a more pressing and personal turmoil. Radha feels a strange mix of emotions: disappointment, anger, but also a strange sense of curiosity.
She ignores the contents of the drawer and closes it firmly, turning away from Rohan to gather her thoughts. She decides that it's not the right time to talk about what she just found, not with the storm raging outside and the tension building inside.
Radha takes a deep breath and turns back to Rohan, who is still standing there, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and guilt.
"Rohan, I think we should try to get some rest," Radha says, her voice firm but gentle. "We don't know how long we'll be stuck in here, and we need to conserve our energy."
Rohan nods, his eyes still on his mother. He can tell that she's upset, but he doesn't know how to make it right.
"Okay, ma," he says quietly.
Radha silently contemplates the discovery, her mind racing with questions. She wonders how long Rohan has been keeping this secret from her, and why. She thinks about all the times they've spent together in this very room, and how none of it seemed to matter now.
The storm outside continues to rage, but inside the room, the atmosphere is thick with tension. Radha tries to focus on the positive, reminding herself that they are safe and secure for the time being. But the thought of her son's secret life weighs heavily on her mind.
As the night wears on, they both grow increasingly restless. Radha can't sleep, her mind too consumed with worry and doubt. Rohan, too, lies awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake off the guilt of his secret.
Finally, Radha gets up and walks over to the window.
She gazes out into the darkness, lost in thought. Suddenly, she notices a glint of metal in the moonlight. She squints and leans closer, trying to make out what it is.
As she does so, she sees a small, metal box tucked away in the corner of the room, hidden from view. Curiosity piqued, Radha walks over to the box and picks it up. It's heavy, with an intricate lock on the front.
Without hesitation, Radha pulls out her phone and starts to pick the lock. After a few tense moments, she manages to crack it open. Inside, she finds a stash of letters, photographs, and other personal items.
As she sifts through the contents, she discovers a whole new side to Rohan.
There are photographs of him with friends, letters from ex-girlfriends, and even a few condom packets.
Radha feels a wave of shock and disbelief wash over her as she holds the condom packets in her hand. She can't believe what she's seeing. She's known Rohan all his life, and never suspected that he was sexually active.
She puts the condoms back in the box, her mind racing with questions. Who were they for? Was he seeing someone in secret? And why didn't he tell her?
Radha tries to push the thoughts away, telling herself that it's not her business. But she can't shake off the feeling that something is not right.
As the night wears on, the storm outside begins to subside, and a new day dawns.
But inside the room, Radha is still grappling with the discovery of Rohan's secret life. Despite her initial shock, she decides to keep silent about what she has found.
Radha knows that Rohan is not ready to open up about his personal life, and she doesn't want to push him away. She tells herself that it's not important, that what matters is that they are safe and together.
But as the day goes on, Radha finds it increasingly difficult to ignore the elephant in the room. The tension between her and Rohan is palpable, and she can see that he is uncomfortable and on edge.
Finally, Radha decides to broach the subject, but in a gentle and understanding way.
"Rohan," she says, her voice soft and soothing.
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cyclone encounters......
The night dragged on, an eternal canvas of darkness filled with the cacophony of howling winds and torrential rain. Radha woke up to the harrowing sound of a tree branch brutally snapping against the window. Shaken, she looked around the room, her heart pounding at the terrifying intensity of the cyclone that threatened to tear their house apart.
Next to her, Rohan was curled up under a thick blanket, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept. In the dim light, she admired his rugged features, framed by the flowing black hair that he had inherited from her. The sight of him, safe and alive, brought a lump to her throat.
Radha gently shook Rohan, whispering his name urgently.
"Rohan, wake up. The storm, it's getting worse."
Rohan stirred, opening his eyes to meet his mother's warm brown gaze. He took a moment to fully wake up, then sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What's going on, ma?"
Radha gestured towards the window, her voice shaking with fear. "The winds are picking up, and the rain is coming down harder than before. I'm scared, Rohan. What if the house can't withstand the storm?"
Rohan got up, and walked over to the window, looking out at the tempestuous weather. "Don't worry, ma. The house has been here for decades, and it has weathered many storms. We will be fine."
Radha nodded, trying to take comfort in her son's words.
But the thought of their house collapsing under the force of the cyclone lingered in her mind, gnawing at her peace. She glanced around the room, taking in the old family photographs on the wall, the worn-out furniture, and the memories that were intertwined with each and every object of this room.
Radha turned to Rohan, her eyes filled with a determined gleam. "We need to make sure that the house is as secure as possible. Go check the doors and windows, and make sure they are properly shut and locked. I'll gather some essentials and keep them nearby in case we need to leave in a hurry."
Rohan nodded, and quickly got to work, securing the windows and doors. Radha watched him as he moved around the room, his strong build and confident demeanor reminding her of his father.
But the thought of her late husband was interrupted by a sudden and ominous shift in the storm's intensity.
The wind howled, rattling the windows with a ferocity that sent chills down Radha's spine. The rain came down in sheets, making it impossible to see anything outside. And then, without warning, a tree branch came crashing through the window, shattering the glass and sending shards flying everywhere.
Radha screamed, shielding herself from the flying debris as Rohan rushed to her side.
"Ma, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine," she replied, still trembling from the shock. "But the window, Rohan. The storm has gotten so much worse.
Rohan, trying to stabilize his nerves, walks around the house in a daze. Suddenly, he stops in his tracks. The floor feels damp. And it's getting worse. A few more steps and the water level is clearly rising.
"Ma, you need to come here," Rohan calls out, his voice urgent.
Radha rushes to his side, and they both stand there, watching in horror as the water level rises in their home.
"What's happening, Rohan? Why is the water rising?" Radha asks, fear evident in her voice.
"I don't know, ma. But we need to do something before the ground floor is completely submerged."
With a shared sense of urgency, Radha and Rohan gather their belongings and head to the second floor, hoping to find refuge from the rising water level.
But even as they ascend the stairs, the water continues to rise at an alarming rate, filling every corner of the house.
Radha's heart races with each step she takes, the water lapping at her ankles, then her calves, as she struggles to keep up with her son. Rohan, for his part, moves with a quiet determination, focused solely on getting them to safety.
As they reach the top of the stairs, Rohan pauses, looking back at the chaos below. The water is now chest-high, and he can see the furniture and other household items being swept away in the torrent.
Radha, too, looks back, and her heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of the situation. They are trapped, with no way out, as the water continues to rise.
Radha looks around, desperation written all over her face.
"Rohan, we need to find a way out of here," she says, her voice trembling. "The water is still rising, and I don't think we have much time left."
Rohan nods, deep in thought. Suddenly, an idea strikes him.
"Ma, there's one more place we can go. My study room on the first floor. I don't use it often, but it's the highest point in the house. We might be able to find some shelter there," he says, his voice filled with determination.
Radha's face lights up at the suggestion. "Yes, let's go there. It's our best chance of survival."
They quickly gather their belongings and head to the third floor, the water already up to their waists.
They take as many essentials as they can carry, grabbing clothes, food, and water from the house before they escape to the room on the third floor.
Their progress is slow and treacherous, as they battle against the powerful currents created by the floodwater. Rohan takes the lead, his strong arms pulling them both through the water with a steady, powerful rhythm. Radha follows close behind, her heart pounding with fear as she watches the water rise inexorably around them.
Finally, they reach the safety of the first floor, and Rohan kicks open the door to his study. Radha stumbles inside, gasping for breath, as Rohan follows, shutting the door behind them.
The room is still and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Radha looks around, grateful for the shelter, but worried about what comes next.
She turns to Rohan and says, "We need to grab essential items. We don't know how long we'll be stuck here, or what kind of damage the storm might do."
Rohan nods in agreement, and the two of them quickly gather supplies. Radha grabs a flashlight, a first aid kit, and some blankets, while Rohan gathers food, water, and a portable stove. They also make sure to bring their phones, chargers, and a battery-powered radio, in case they need to stay informed about the storm.
As they finish gathering supplies, Radha looks up and notices that both of them are completely drenched from the flooded water. Their clothes are soaked through, sticking to their skin and revealing the curves and contours of their bodies. She feels her face flush with heat, her heart pounding in her chest.
She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts, but the image of Rohan's muscular frame remains firmly etched in her mind.
Meanwhile, Rohan is also struggling with his thoughts. He has never seen his mother in this light before, but as he watches her move around the room, her saree clinging to her body, he finds himself unable to deny the attraction he feels.
Suddenly, Radha turns to face him, and Rohan's heart skips a beat. The wet saree hugs her curves, highlighting her hourglass figure, and Rohan can't help but stare.
For a moment, neither of them speaks, both lost in their own thoughts.
"In search of dry clothing, Radha accidentally opens a secret compartment in Rohan's desk, revealing a stash of adult movies and magazines.
Radha's mind reels as she tries to process this new information about her son. She can't help but think about how much they have been through together, the long hours spent talking and bonding in this very room. And yet, there is a part of him that she knows nothing about.
As they sit in silence, the weight of the storm outside fades into the background, replaced by a more pressing and personal turmoil. Radha feels a strange mix of emotions: disappointment, anger, but also a strange sense of curiosity.
She ignores the contents of the drawer and closes it firmly, turning away from Rohan to gather her thoughts. She decides that it's not the right time to talk about what she just found, not with the storm raging outside and the tension building inside.
Radha takes a deep breath and turns back to Rohan, who is still standing there, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and guilt.
"Rohan, I think we should try to get some rest," Radha says, her voice firm but gentle. "We don't know how long we'll be stuck in here, and we need to conserve our energy."
Rohan nods, his eyes still on his mother. He can tell that she's upset, but he doesn't know how to make it right.
"Okay, ma," he says quietly.
Radha silently contemplates the discovery, her mind racing with questions. She wonders how long Rohan has been keeping this secret from her, and why. She thinks about all the times they've spent together in this very room, and how none of it seemed to matter now.
The storm outside continues to rage, but inside the room, the atmosphere is thick with tension. Radha tries to focus on the positive, reminding herself that they are safe and secure for the time being. But the thought of her son's secret life weighs heavily on her mind.
As the night wears on, they both grow increasingly restless. Radha can't sleep, her mind too consumed with worry and doubt. Rohan, too, lies awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake off the guilt of his secret.
Finally, Radha gets up and walks over to the window.
She gazes out into the darkness, lost in thought. Suddenly, she notices a glint of metal in the moonlight. She squints and leans closer, trying to make out what it is.
As she does so, she sees a small, metal box tucked away in the corner of the room, hidden from view. Curiosity piqued, Radha walks over to the box and picks it up. It's heavy, with an intricate lock on the front.
Without hesitation, Radha pulls out her phone and starts to pick the lock. After a few tense moments, she manages to crack it open. Inside, she finds a stash of letters, photographs, and other personal items.
As she sifts through the contents, she discovers a whole new side to Rohan.
There are photographs of him with friends, letters from ex-girlfriends, and even a few condom packets.
Radha feels a wave of shock and disbelief wash over her as she holds the condom packets in her hand. She can't believe what she's seeing. She's known Rohan all his life, and never suspected that he was sexually active.
She puts the condoms back in the box, her mind racing with questions. Who were they for? Was he seeing someone in secret? And why didn't he tell her?
Radha tries to push the thoughts away, telling herself that it's not her business. But she can't shake off the feeling that something is not right.
As the night wears on, the storm outside begins to subside, and a new day dawns.
But inside the room, Radha is still grappling with the discovery of Rohan's secret life. Despite her initial shock, she decides to keep silent about what she has found.
Radha knows that Rohan is not ready to open up about his personal life, and she doesn't want to push him away. She tells herself that it's not important, that what matters is that they are safe and together.
But as the day goes on, Radha finds it increasingly difficult to ignore the elephant in the room. The tension between her and Rohan is palpable, and she can see that he is uncomfortable and on edge.
Finally, Radha decides to broach the subject, but in a gentle and understanding way.
"Rohan," she says, her voice soft and soothing.
