[You have activated the Flower-Breaking System.]
Arahan blinked.
What the fucking thing was this, he was confused by the voice rang inside his head.
Its tone was mechanical, but he had never heard this tone before.
He looked around in confusion, thinking someone was pranking him, but the park was quiet.
Children played in the distance. The breeze was soft. Nothing seemed out of place.
He rubbed his forehead slowly.
He didn't understand what happened.
He looked at his hands. He wasn't hurt. He was alive.
He started thinking about his life.
He was in a small village named Varnapur, in the country of Hindia.
His life was simple.
He worked as a teacher's assistant in the village school. His monthly pay was ₹5000, it was not enough, but still, it was good.
In the evenings, he tutored small children, mostly those in class 5 or below, to earn a little extra.
Their families couldn't pay much, but he never complained. It helped cover rent and food.
He lived in a rented one-room house.
A dry leaf drifted down onto Arahan's knee. He brushed it away, still lost in thought, when his eyes caught the time on the old tower clock near the temple.
4:42 PM.
His eyes widened.
"I need to get Geetanjali's house…"
He stood up quickly, grabbing the plastic bag and slinging it under his arm. Dust rose from beneath his slippers as he stepped off the path and hurried down the narrow lane.
He had promised to reach Akash's house by five.
The boy's mother Geetanjali had asked him to help with Maths and English, since Akash was a slow learner.
He was not interested in teaching Akash, because the tuition fees was ₹200, which was not enough considering the situation of Akash.
But then knowing no one was there to teach Akash, and looking into the tearful eyes of Geetanjali, he accepted it.
Moreover, he also finds Geetanjali as pleasing to his eyes.
Soon, they became good friends. Arahan also helped her in many works, like bringing the gas cylinder, sometimes going to the market with her.
As he crossed the street of the village, he arrived at the market square, entering the older part of the village.
This street was full of Muslim's home..
Houses stood close together, doors painted in faded green or blue.
Children played cricket in the lane with a rubber ball. The sound of evening azan floated faintly from the masjid nearby.
He passed familiar faces—Rafiq chacha sitting with his glass of tea, Amina baji sweeping the front of her house. They nodded at Arahan politely as he walked by.
At the far end of the lane stood a modest one-story house with a small courtyard and a neem tree outside. This was Akash's home.
In the beginning, Akash's home was not here. This house had been bought by her late husband a few years ago. They never intended to live here, it was for give on the rent.
But after a brutal family dispute over ancestral land, everything changed.
Her husband was killed by his own brother.
With nowhere else to go, and no one left to trust, Geetanjali moved into the very house they once planned to sell.
But even surrounded by strangers of another faith, she found peace here.
Even Geetanjali was Hindu, but she had been living in this area for several years now.
Though this part of the village was almost entirely Muslim, she was never made to feel like an outsider.
She greeted her neighbors with a smile, spoke their language, and carried herself with quiet dignity. Over time, the community accepted her and her son without question.
Nobody bothered her. No one asked questions. She and Akash lived quietly.
And since they have a quiet sum of money, she never worried about it.
Arahan knocked the gate.
Soon, it was opened by a woman.
Her face was beautiful. By looking at it, no one can say she is married.
She wears a purple flowery design saree today.
Also a matching blouse.
But her cleavage was open, so it shows the upper part of her breast.
Through it, anyone can guess her breast shape.
Moreover, her nipples were hard, their faint shape appeared on the blouse.
"Arahan! You have arrived late today," She said looking at the time. It was 5:10 PM.
"Mm," Arahan nodded, and flirted with her, "I was thinking about you, and forgot the time."
"You always found some excuses," Geetanjali said, blushing a little. But she is not angry with him.
It was because from the time Arahan started teaching Akash, they developed a good bond with each other as friends.
Also because of Arahan, instead of wearing white saree like others' widows, she started wearing colorful saree.
And as the time passed, Arahan openly flirted with her.
"Akash is inside. He's been waiting for you," She quickly changed the topic. And gesture to him to enter, stepping aside to let you pass.
Arahan passes her, at the same time he smells her neck, "Rose." He smiled, smelling her neck, and caressed her cheek.
"Yes," She nodded, she didn't know why she used rose fragrance perfume, but from the time, when Arahan said to her, he likes the smell of rose, it became a habit for her.
Soon, he arrived and noticed, Akash was writing his homework.
"Namaste, Arahan uncle,"
Akash looked at Arahan and greets with a small bow. He's a skinny boy, with large eyes.
"Arahan uncle, I've been practicing the multiplication tables like you told me," he says eagerly, his voice highpitched with excitement. "Do you want to check?"
Before Arahan can respond, Geetanjali intervenes gently. "Akash, let Arahan uncle settle in first. He's just arrived."
She turns to you with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Arahan. He's been looking forward to your visit all day."
"Like a son to her father," Arahan whispered in her ears.
Hearing it, Geetanjali became a little shocked, and she also blushed a little.
And hearing the bold tone of Arahan, she knew Arahan wants to become more closer with her, not just as friends. But more than that.
She gestures towards the living room, where a low table is set with books and notebooks. "Please, sit down. I will bring you tea, and some snacks."
After telling him, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.
As she moved, her backside appeared.
Arahan noticed, her hips shape was clearly showing through her tight saree.
Just by looking at her, he can easily figure out her hourglass figure.
And when she walks, her hips go up and down, clearly showing her curves for a moment.
As she moved, she paused, and turned back looking at Arahan. Noticing his gaze on her hips, she blushed a little bit, but didn't care about it.
And again turned back walking towards the kitchen, she was even proud of that, Arahan looking at her.
Akash watches her go before turning his attention back to you.
"Arahan uncle," he says, his eyes shining with curiosity, "Can we start with multiplication? I promise I've been practicing!"
Arahan patted his head and nodded, "Of course, Akash. But first, let's take a look at what you've been working on."
As Akash rushed off to fetch his notebook, Arahan adjusted the cushion beneath him and reached for a pencil.
Then.
[Ding!]
[Flower-Breaking System Activated.]
New task generated.
At first he was shocked, he even forgot about this voice and thought it was his illusion.
But hearing it again, now he was cautious.
He noticed that in front of his eyes, some transparent screen hovered faintly, only visible to him.
🌸 Flower-Breaking System 🌸
Host: Arahan
Age: 18
Profession: Village Teacher's Assistant
Level: 1
Health: 5.0 / 10
Stamina: 4
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 5
Charm: 6
Wealth: ₹48.00
System Wallet: ₹0.00
Relationship Statuses:
— Geetanjali: 5/100 (Warm Acquaintance)
— Others: —
[Task: Told Geetanjali to feed you while drinking chai, and at the same time, flirt with her.]
Reward: +0.1 Health | ₹100 | Relationship +1
Note: Repeated sincere gestures can slowly increase mutual affection.
Arahan stared at the panel, he blinked once. Then twice.
But the words didn't disappear from his eyes.
He wasn't hallucinating, there was really something that appeared in front of him.
A romance system?
That phrase—"Flower-Breaking"—suddenly felt far more literal than poetic.
He rubbed his temple.
"Is it good or bad?" He murmured himself, but then decided to complete the task and do it.
Soon Geetanjali arrived holding a tray.
In the tray was a cup of tea, and some snacks.
She placed the tray carefully beside him and smiled. "I hope you like it strongly. I didn't add too much sugar."
Arahan accepted the cup gently.
His eyes met hers.
And softly, he said, "If you feed the snacks, while I drink tea, I will like it more Geetanjali," She said to him.
Geetanjali, hearing it, started blushing, "How can I do this?"
Arahan without hesitation held her hand, and pulled her beside him.
She settled herself on the seat beside him.
"Now, you can do it." He told her, while picking up the teacup.
As he took one sip, he gestured to her to feed him the snacks.
Geetanjali is blushing, just thinking about this.
Although she knew Arahan wanted to become more close with her, she even knew, if he got any single chance he would not hesitate to climb in her bed.
But still, she wants it to be slow, before today he always flirted with her, but never demanded her to feed him.
Still, she sighed, took the chips and pushed it towards his lips.
Arahan opened his mouth, and took the chips at the same time he also licked her finger.
Geetanjali's cheeks flushed the faintest pink, but she didn't stop feeding him.
[Task Completed!]
+0.1 Health
+₹100 (Credited to System Wallet)
+1 Relationship Point with Geetanjali
System Wallet Balance: ₹100
Arahan nearly dropped the cup.
System Wallet?!
Before he could react further, Akash nudged him with the notebook. "Uncle, look! I got all the 3-times tables correct!"
Arahan smiled, setting aside the chai for now. "Let's take a look."