The rest of the day passed smoothly for everyone else.
Rohit spent most of it with Akhil and the others, playing games and laughing as if nothing unusual had happened. But Kavita was nowhere near as fortunate.
No matter what she did, her mind kept circling back to that afternoon — the oil-slick hands, the overwhelming pleasure, the shameful way her body had betrayed her. The memories haunted her relentlessly.
While serving lunch. While trying to rest in her room. Even while pretending to watch television.
By evening, she found herself sitting alone in the living room, staring blankly at the screen. The program played on, but none of it registered.
"Auntie?"
The familiar voice made her body tense instantly. A rush of heat and guilt flooded her chest.
She looked up.
Rohit stood a few steps away, wearing an easy, innocent smile.
"What are you watching?" he asked casually.
"Oh… nothing important," she murmured, quickly averting her eyes.
