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 | +0.2 Charm | +2 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—still composed, but something now lingered in her eyes.
Unspoken.
Unsettled.
[Task Completed!]
+₹300 (System Wallet Balance: ₹700)
+0.2 Charm (Total: 6.9)
Sabnam Relationship +2 → 3/100 (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.
But inside him, something had changed.
The system… was drawing him closer to women he never imagined he'd touch.
And with every small act, the bond deepened.
———
Of course, Sharky. Here's the next detailed scene in Arahan's day—continuing from his tense encounter with Sabnam, returning home to find Sabiha causing a bit of playful trouble, then receiving a simple task, and finally preparing to teach again at Geetanjali's home. And yes—her son's name is Akash.
---
The warm afternoon sun had softened into a golden glow by the time Arahan returned to the narrow street where his rented room stood.
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, 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 say that," 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.
She quickly turned away. "Go eat your lunch, Arahan bhaiya. Before I throw the whole bucket."
[Task Completed!]
+₹100 (System Wallet Balance: ₹800)
+0.1 Charm (Total: 7.0)
Sabiha Relationship +1 → 2/100 (Playful Curiosity)
Shaking his head with a quiet grin, Arahan stepped into the house.
Inside, his room welcomed him with its usual stillness. The sun slanted through the wooden window slats, and a plate sat covered on the corner table—dal, two rotis, and some mashed potatoes. Which he has already prepared in the morning.
He ate quietly, lost in thought.
The system was changing his life—bit by bit.
After lunch, he lay back on his mat, letting the fan hum above him for a few peaceful minutes.
Then he sat up.
It was time.
His second job was just beginning.
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's house.
She greeted him with a soft smile from the doorway. "You're on time, as always."
And from behind her skirt, Akash peeked out with a grin.
"Uncle, today we're learning word problems, right?"
Arahan smiled, ruffling his hair. "Only if you're ready."
---
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.
She wore a simple cotton saree today, faded maroon with floral borders. Her hair was loosely tied, a few strands falling around her cheek. Even in the dim light, her features glowed—tired, perhaps, but graceful. Natural. Familiar.
"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 didn't need to—"
"You teach my son every evening," she said, not letting him finish. "Let me do my part."
As she set the cup down in front of him, her fingers brushed his hand.
And right then—
> [Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
Hold Geetanjali's fingers softly and compliment her. Rub her hand gently for a moment.
Reward: ₹200 | +0.2 Health | +2 Relationship
Note: Keep the gesture tender, natural. The warmth in hands often speaks louder than words.
---
Arahan looked down at her hand, still near his cup.
He reached out slowly, his fingers brushing hers again—this time deliberately, softly curling around her slender fingers.
Geetanjali froze for a moment, looking at him, her breath catching just slightly. But she didn't pull away.
"You're always so thoughtful," Arahan said, his voice low. "Even after a long day, you remember everything."
His thumb rubbed gently along the side of her finger.
Geetanjali looked down, smiling faintly—her cheeks touched with warmth, though she quickly pulled her hand back, tucking it in her lap.
"You speak too nicely," she murmured.
[Task Completed!]
+₹200 (System Wallet Balance: ₹700)
+0.2 Health (Health: 5.2 → 5.4 / 10)
Geetanjali Relationship +2 → 8/100 (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, unaware of the soft, shifting glances between his mother and teacher.
---
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. Control your breath. Intent must be hidden behind helpfulness.