It was Sabnam.
She had nearly lost her balance, her purple saree fluttering from the sudden jolt. But now, she stood still—frozen—in Arahan's arms.
Her eyes, lined with soft kohl, widened—just slightly—as they met his.
His hand rested firmly around her slender waist, the other gripping her delicate wrist.
The closeness between them was sudden, electric. Neither of them moved.
The corridor was quiet now. Only the distant laughter of students echoed outside.
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
Hold Teacher Sabnam close for one full minute and gently rub her waist.
Reward: ₹300 | +0.3 Charm | +3 Relationship
Note: Must remain natural. Any awkwardness will reduce charm instead.
Arahan's breath caught.
His fingers flexed slightly against the soft curve of her waist, and for a brief second, Sabnam didn't pull away.
She wasn't looking at him—but she hadn't stepped back either.
One minute.
He kept his grip soft but steady, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I thought you were going to fall."
She responded in a murmur, eyes still averted, "I nearly did."
His thumb brushed lightly against her waist—once. The silk of her saree was smooth, the warmth of her skin just beneath it.
Sabnam's breath hitched—but she didn't move. Her cheeks tinted ever so faintly.
Time passed.
Neither spoke.
Only the soft rustle of fabric between them and the beating of his heart in his ears.
Then—
Slowly, carefully, he let go.
She stepped back without a word, smoothing her saree with both hands. Her expression had shifted, something was lingering in her eyes.
Unspoken.
[Task Completed!]
+₹300 (System Wallet Balance: ₹700)
+0.3 Charm (Total: 7)
Sabnam Relationship +3 → 9/100 (Silent Tension)
Arahan didn't speak.
He simply nodded once, turned, and walked away toward the gate, the fading gold light of afternoon stretching across the empty school yard.
While he was still thinking about the Sabnam in his arms, he was still looking at his fingers, which touched her waist.
---
Soon, Arahan arrived near his rented home. The sun had also gone down a bit, till he reached there.
The rusted gate creaked as he pushed it open. A few chickens scattered across the courtyard, clucking lazily. The sweet scent of tamarind drifted from a neighbor's window, mixing with the faint scent of dust and earth.
As he stepped inside the courtyard, and reached near the stairs, something small and white darted across his path.
He stopped.
A wet cloth smacked his leg—soaked and flung perfectly at shin-level.
He looked up slowly.
"Sabiha!" he called out, his voice stern but amused.
On the roof above, Sabiha, the spirited daughter of his landlord, peeked down over the edge, giggling uncontrollably. Her long braid swung beside her shoulder, her bangles clinking as she leaned on the railing.
"I was aiming for the clothesline," she said between laughs. "You got in the way!"
"You always make excuses," Arahan muttered, peeling the wet cloth off his leg.
Sabiha rested her cheek on her hand, still smiling. "You looked too serious. Like a baba coming down from the mountain."
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
Smile at Sabiha and tell her she's mischievous, but in a cute way.
Reward: ₹100 | +0.1 Charm | +1 Relationship
Note: Simple tasks sometimes win hearts more easily than bold ones.
Arahan looked up, suppressing a smile.
"You're a complete troublemaker," he called back, "but I'll admit—sometimes, it's… cute."
Sabiha blinked, her expression caught between surprise and a rising blush. Because Arahan always scolds her, but today he compliments her.
She quickly turned away. "Go eat your lunch, Arahan . Before I throw the whole bucket."
[Task Completed!]
+₹100 (System Wallet Balance: ₹800)
+0.1 Charm (Total: 7.1)
Sabiha Relationship +1 → 3/100 (Playful Curiosity)
Shaking his head with a quiet grin, Arahan stepped into the house.
He noticed the lunch was already put there, with dal, two rotis, and some mashed potatoes. Which he has already prepared in the morning.
He ate quietly, lost in thought.
Because of the system. Not about getting close to the girls. Because he knew he was handsome, and getting close to the girls was not difficult for him.
But the reward of money.
Because, if he continues to earn money like that, he will soon become rich, and whatever problem he has had before, all of it will vanish.
After lunch, he lay back on his mat, letting the fan hum above him for a few peaceful minutes.
---
He looked at the time, and understood, it was time for teaching Akash, and at the same time, flirting with Geetanjali.
Because of the system, he started flirting with other girls.
But Geetanjali was different. Even without the system, he wants her.
He gathered his teaching notebook and walked out again, weaving through the quiet evening lanes, past the well and the tea vendor setting up for the night.
Soon, he reached the familiar door.
Geetanjali opened the door, and nodded, "You're on time."
"Yes, how can I waste even a second for seeing you," He flirted with her without hesitation.
He looked at her, and noticed she was wearing a green color designer saree and matching blouse with deep cleavage.
"You always found the word to flirt with me," Geetanjali replied, she was happy hearing it.
"You look beautiful wearing the green saree, if I have a camera, I have captured you in that." He compliments her.
"I know, I know, now go and teach Akash," Geetanjali replied, but she was happy hearing his praise.
---
The soft creak of the old ceiling fan hummed in the background as Arahan guided Akash through a series of word problems, scribbling numbers and small sketches across the notebook.
"One basket has eight mangoes," Arahan said, tapping the page. "Another has four. How many mangoes together?"
Akash furrowed his brows, chewing his pencil. "Umm… twelve?"
"Perfect," Arahan nodded. "You're getting faster."
Just then, the gentle clinking of cups sounded from the next room.
A moment later, Geetanjali stepped in, carrying a round steel tray.
Two cups of steaming tea. A small plate of Marie biscuits. And that same soft, grounded presence she always carried with her.
"You must be tired," she said, kneeling beside the low table and placing the tray in front of him. "At least take a few minutes for tea."
Arahan sat up straighter. "You also know how to calm my mood."
He was going to put tea in the cup from the kettle.
"Let me do it," She said, and put the tea in the cup, and moved toward him.
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
Hold Geetanjali softly and compliment her. Make her seat in your lap.
Reward: ₹200 | +0.2 Health | +2 Relationship.
Note: Keep the gesture tender, natural.
Arahan looked down at her hand, still near his cup.
He reached out, and held it. Then he pulled her towards him.
"What are you doing?" Geetanjali asked in a shocked tone, but didn't interrupt him.
"You are looking so beautiful, that I was losing my control," He said, and brought her in his lap.
Geetanjali is continuously getting shocked one by one, by the daring of him.
But instead of complaining, she adjusted herself in his lap.
Although it was the first time for her. But she liked it.
"You are so beautiful, that I have not any words for complimenting you," He said, while caressing her cheek.
"You always found some words to please me," She said looking in his eyes.
"I also have something more, which please you gently and deeply," Arahan said, as his hand started going upward of her waist.
Seeing Akash was looking at them, and hearing his double meaning, she blushed and quickly stood up from his lap.
"You're a scoundrel."
She said, before running back to the kitchen.
[Task Completed!]
+₹200 (System Wallet Balance: ₹1000)
+0.2 Health (Health: 5.2 → 5.4 / 10)
Geetanjali Relationship +2 → 10/100 (Warming Comfort)
Arahan picked up the tea cup slowly, sipping its warmth—though his hand still tingled faintly from the contact.
Beside him, Akash was already flipping to the next page, he saw his mother in Arahan uncle's lap, but he didn't know what they were doing, so he didn't think about it.
---
The tutoring continued with light chatter and occasional giggles from Akash, who had grown comfortable under Arahan's calm guidance.
Numbers, animals, and even some spelling exercises filled the pages of his notebook, and time passed like the soft flow of a village stream.
"Uncle, this one's hard," Akash pouted, tapping a picture of a bird on a worksheet.
Arahan leaned over, pointing to the letters. "Spell it with me. P… E… A…"
"C-O-C-K," Akash finished with a grin.
Arahan chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair. "See? You're better than you think."
Just then, Geetanjali's voice floated in from the other room. "Arahan, could you help me in the kitchen for a moment?"
"Of course," he replied, standing up and dusting off his kurta.
He followed her into the small kitchen space—warm from the evening heat, with steel utensils stacked neatly in the corner. The air smelled faintly of cardamom and turmeric.
Geetanjali stood beneath a wooden cupboard, her eyes scanning the top shelf. "There's a box of dry fruits up there. I can't reach it."
She turned to him, holding a small stool in one hand. "I usually climb and get it, but I thought maybe—"
Before she could finish—
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
Lift Geetanjali up and let her take the box herself. During the lift, gently feel and rub her hips.
Reward: ₹500 | +0.5 Lust | +0.5 Intelligence | +5 Relationship
Note: Must be done with confidence and natural flow.