Their intimacy grew with each passing day. With no objections from her, Randhir's touches began lingering longer. He would kiss her shoulders and neck while she worked in the kitchen, lay his head in her lap as they watched TV, and caress her breasts whenever Trisha fell asleep during their movie time.

One afternoon, Ragini was cooking lunch while waiting for Trisha to come home from school. She felt a presence behind her and was soon engulfed in a back hug. Randhir slid both hands onto her bare waist through her saree and nuzzled his face into her neck.

Ragini continued cooking without saying anything, but her breathing became heavier. She could feel her heart race at his proximity. Even though he had been hugging her for days, every time he came near, her heartbeat would quicken.

Randhir’s hand traveled upward from her waist, slipping under her saree to cup her breast. He pulled her closer to his chest, pressing her breast through the fabric.

"Uff, kya kar rahe hain? Hatiye, bahut kaam baaki hai," (What are you doing? Move, there's still a lot of work to do) Ragini protested softly, trying to move away, but he didn’t budge or let her go.

"Aapko madam har waqt kaam hi rehta hai. Ye sab chhodiye aur chaliye mere saath," (Madam, you’re always busy. Forget all this, and come with me) Randhir teased.

"Kahan?" (Where?) Ragini asked.

"Dekho, pasine se kitni bheeg gayi ho. Chalo hawa mein baithte hain thodi der," (Look how you're sweating. Let’s go sit in the breeze for a while) he whispered against her neck, his lips brushing her skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

"Abhi sirf Trisha ke liye banaya hai maine. Woh teekha nahi khati. Aap kaise khaoge ye sab? Hatiye, mujhe banane dijiye," (I’ve only made food for Trisha for now. She doesn’t eat anything spicy. How will you eat this? Let me finish cooking) Ragini tried to reason.

"Gudiya jo khayegi, hum bhi kha lenge. Tum chalo," (Whatever our doll eats, I’ll eat too. You come with me) Randhir insisted, pulling her gently toward the hall.

He made her sit on the sofa and sat beside her, saying, "Gudiya ko main le aaunga school se, aaj late chhutti hogi school ki." (I’ll pick Gudiya up from school today. Her classes will end late.)

"Kyoon?" (Why?) Ragini asked, wiping the sweat from her face with the pallu of her saree.

"Jaadugar aur kuch log aaye hain school mein, to late se chhutti hogi," (A magician and some other people have come to the school, so the day will end late) Randhir explained.

"Ooo," Ragini responded, then looked at him.

Randhir laid down on the sofa, resting his head on her lap as he gazed up at her. Ragini’s hand gripped the hem of her saree, feeling the intensity of his gaze. His hand moved to the pallu of her saree, gently pulling it off her shoulder, exposing her milky skin.

Her chest, still clothed, heaved with her heavier breathing. He traced his fingers from her navel up to her stomach and toward her blouse, slowly undoing the hooks. Ragini remained silent but didn’t remove his hands or shift his head from her lap.

He looked at her expectantly, and she quietly removed her blouse, letting it fall away. His fingers traced circles around her erect nipples over her bra, pinching and teasing them, causing her to let out a soft moan.

He pressed his face against her stomach, planting kisses along her navel as his hands roamed up her arms. Ragini closed her eyes, her head resting against the sofa’s headrest.

Randhir’s hands cupped her breasts again, lightly pressing them as he continued to kiss her stomach. He then sat up from her lap, hovering above her, his gaze admiring her face.

Ragini, feeling his eyes on her, opened her own and looked back at him. His palms cupped her face, and he gently caressed her cheeks with his thumb.

"Tujhe pata hai, mujhe kitni mushkil hoti hai khud ko rokne mein taaki tujhe kiss na karoon," (Do you know how hard it is for me to stop myself from kissing you?) Randhir said.

Ragini, confused, looked at him and asked, "Kyun? Aap kiss nahi karte? Ya phir sirf mujhe nahi karna?" (Why? You don’t kiss anyone? Or is it just that you don’t want to kiss me?)

"Main kisi ko kiss nahi karta, Ragini ji. Par tum mera sabar ka baandh tod rahi ho," (I don’t kiss anyone, but you’re breaking my resolve) Randhir said, gently tracing her lower lip with his thumb.

"Jis din tujhe kiss karenge, uss din mera lund teri chut mein itna andar tak hoga ki tujhe mere alawa kisi ka naam yaad nahi rahega," (The day I kiss you, my cock will be so deep inside you that you won’t remember anyone else's name) Randhir said, biting her cheek softly.

His lips travelled to her neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys.

Before he could move further, his phone rang, causing him to pull back with a groan of frustration. He picked up the phone and, once again, laid his head on her lap while talking.

“Thakur sahab, school ki chutti hone wali hai 15 minute mein. Aap khud aayenge ya main le aaun Trisha bitiya ko ghar?” (Thakur sir, school will be dismissed in 15 minutes. Will you come yourself, or should I pick up Trisha for you?) asked the man on the other end of the line.

“Nahi, hum aa rahe hain,” (No, I’m coming) Randhir replied before ending the call.

He buried his face in her stomach while she buttoned up her blouse and said, “Jii, vo hatiye ab. Khana bhi nahi banaya maine.” (Yes, please move away now. I haven’t even made dinner yet.)

Randhir kissed her stomach and moved away from her lap. He set his hair with his fingers and said, “Gudiya ki chutti ho gayi hai, hum leke aate hain usko.” (Gudiya's school is over; we'll go pick her up.)

Ragini adjusted her saree and replied with a small, “Okay.”

Randhir hopped on his bike, the engine roaring to life as he sped towards the school. The afternoon sun bathed the streets in a warm glow, but he barely noticed, his thoughts occupied with the moments shared with Ragini earlier. Arriving at the school, he parked his bike and waited near the entrance, scanning the crowd for Trisha.

As the school bell rang, students began pouring out, laughter and chatter filling the air. Randhir's gaze caught sight of Trisha, her small frame looking tired as she trudged along, her backpack weighing heavily on her shoulders. Despite her exhaustion, a bright smile spread across her face when she spotted him.

"Dost!" (Friend!) she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. Randhir couldn't help but smile back as he approached her.

He knelt down and opened his arms wide, welcoming her into a warm embrace. "Kaisa raha aaj ka din? Jaadugar aaye the?" (How was your day today? Did the magician come?) he asked, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

Trisha giggled, resting her head against his shoulder. "Achha. Jaadu ne bahut saari choco di!" (It was good. The magician gave a lot of chocolates!)

Randhir chuckled, "Achha, kitni saari choco di?" (Oh really, how many chocolates did he give you?)

"Itni saari!" (A lot!) Trisha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she showed him three fingers.

"Ohho, 3 choco de di aapko jaadugar ne, gudiya. Lekin itni saari choco khaogi to daant chuhe le jayenge!" (Oh no, the magician gave you three chocolates, my doll. But if you eat so many chocolates, the mice will take your teeth away!) he replied, setting her down gently.

Trisha immediately put both her hands on her mouth and said, “No chuha! Trisha is a good girl!” (No mice! Trisha is a good girl!)

“Yes, meri Trisha sabse zyada good girl hai. Ab ghar chale?” (Yes, my Trisha is the best girl. Shall we go home now?) said Randhir while putting a cap on her to shield her from the sun.

Trisha nodded her head eagerly and said excitedly, “Ghumi ghumi karenge?” (Will we spin around?)

“Jii madam, ghumi ghumi karenge!” (Yes, ma'am, we will spin around!) replied Randhir as he adjusted Trisha carefully on the bike.

The bike ride was so fun for her that it seemed to erase her earlier fatigue. Randhir revved the engine, glancing back to ensure she was securely holding on. With a grin, he took off, the wind whipping past them, carrying away any remnants of tiredness.

As they rode home, Trisha chatted about her day, her voice filled with the joy and innocence of childhood. Randhir felt a warmth in his heart, grateful for these small moments of happiness.