Arahan stared at the wealth on his system panel.
System Wallet: ₹300.00
"Let's check it," he muttered.
"Withdraw the system money, " he thought looking at the wealth.
[Withdraw ₹300 from System Wallet?]
Confirming...
In the next instant, a strange warmth filled his hand.
And soon, three crisp ₹100 notes appeared in his hand.
"It worked, it really worked," He murmured with happiness.
"Let's check if it works or not in the shop," He decided to completely check it out.
Arahan stood up at once, slipping the notes into his shirt pocket, he stepped out.
And made his way through the village lanes under the dimming violet sky.
The moon was already climbing.
He passed the well, the empty dhaba, and the row of banyan trees that bordered the fields.
Cows rested lazily along the road, chewing slowly in the fading light.
This was Varnapur—the village he had arrived in six months ago with little more than a plastic bag of clothes and a crumpled job letter.
When he first came, he had nothing. His savings barely lasted a week. Most of the shopkeepers turned him away when he asked for food on credit.
Except of one, Kavita
She was the only one in the entire village, who gave him all of the general food and basic things.
"Rice, wheat, oil, vegetables, and other ingredients.
Her family's general store sat just around the corner on the next street.
It wasn't big or fancy, but it was good. There was also a table in front of her. Through it, she gave the thing to her customer.
There were also handwritten rate charts pasted on the wall.
Kavita had been the only one who didn't look at him with suspicion.
From that day, he started taking food from her shop, just enough to get by.
And every month, when his salary arrived, he came back to clear his debt.
Now, he reached the familiar wooden counter.
The lantern inside flickered gently, casting shadows across the jars of lentils and grains. Behind it, Kavita stood alone—braiding her long hair absentmindedly, her cotton dupatta draped loosely over her shoulder.
She looked up as he approached.
She blinked once, then gave a small, quiet smile. "So, what do you need this time," She asked him.
"I have come to clear my debts," Arahan replied to her.
"Oh, You're early this time, Arahan." She was surprised that he came so much earlier.
He nodded, pulling the notes from his pocket. "I have gotten some extra money."
"I owe you two hundred twenty rupees," he asked her.
"Right?"
She tilted her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes… I have it noted. She took out a notebook, and looked towards the Arahan name in that book.
Arahan was going to slid the money across the counter.
At the same time System Task came.
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated –Greet and spend a moment with Surendra affectionately. And held Kavita's hand for more than a minute.
Reward: ₹100 | +0.1 Charm | +1 Relationship with Kavita
Note: Small actions with children can influence the hearts of mothers more than words.]
---
He blinked once.
The system really left no opportunity untouched.
"Kavita, take it," He said while giving her the three hundred rupees.
"Okay," Kavita nodded and took the money, at the same time her fingers touched him.
Arahan held her fingers, and didn't let it go.
Kavita didn't know what he was doing, but she let him hold it.
Just then, a small voice called out from behind a sack of rice.
"Arahan Uncle!"
A little boy came running—barefoot, bright-eyed, biscuit in hand. Surendra, her three-year-old son.
Arahan crouched with a soft laugh. "Surendra! Still awake?"
The boy grinned, nodding. "Mama said I could wait for you!"
Kavita sighed behind him. "He's been asking about you since sunset."
Arahan patted Surendra's head. "Then let's see—can you count to ten yet?"
The boy nodded eagerly and began counting on his fingers.
Arahan listened patiently, clapped softly when he finished, and pulled out a small wrapped toffee from his pocket. "Here's your reward. But next time, you go till twenty."
Surendra squealed and hugged his leg before dashing back behind the grain sack.
[Task Completed!]
+₹100 (System Wallet Balance: ₹100)
+0.1 Charm (Total: 6.4)
Kavita Relationship +1 → 2/100 (Cautious Trust)
Arahan let her hand go, and was ready to exit it.
"Thank you, Arahan," she said.
He tilted his head. "For what?"
"For treating him like your own."
Arahan gave a quiet smile. "He's a good kid."
"But his father never understood it," Kavita complained, but soon she started counting the money.
Arahan turned to leave, but again the new task came.
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
🌸 Task: Touch and hold Kavita's hand for one full minute. Do it subtly, without causing discomfort.
Reward: ₹200 | +0.2 Charm | +2 Relationship with Kavita.
Warning: Failure to be discreet may result in loss of trust.
---
Arahan stopped mid-step. Seeing the task, his heart skipped a little, but both the reward and action were worth it.
Kavita was gathering the change from the drawer.
He turned back, stepped up to the counter again, and said calmly, "Wait. I think I gave you an extra fifty."
Kavita looked up, frowning lightly. "No, Arahan, it was exactly—"
He reached out slowly, placing his hand gently over hers before she could push the drawer shut.
Their eyes met.
Just for a second.
And since Kavita is married, she soon understands, he was just making an excuse for touching her hand. But she didn't pull away.
Her hand was warm, a little calloused from lifting sacks and counting grain all day, but soft beneath his palm.
Arahan leaned forward slightly, keeping his voice low. "You always double-check. Let me do it this time."
He held her hand just long enough to feel her pulse quicken faintly beneath his fingers.
Then he released it smoothly, as if it had never happened.
"I was wrong," he said quietly. "You're right. It was exact."
Kavita didn't speak for a moment. Her eyes lingered on him, but she said nothing.
[Task Completed!]
+₹200 (System Wallet Balance: ₹600)
+0.2 Charm (Total: 6.6)
Kavita Relationship +2 → 4/100 (Growing Curiosity)
---
After a little action, Arahan stood up, and turned back to go towards his home.
The wind had picked up slightly, and the soft rustling of neem leaves followed him down the quiet road of Varnapur.
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The morning sun rose gently over Varnapur, casting golden streaks across the dusty fields and tiled rooftops.
Birds chirped lazily along the electric lines, and the village slowly came alive with the clang of hand pumps and the hiss of boiling kettles.
Arahan walked down the school lane, his bag slung loosely over his shoulder. He felt lighter than usual—perhaps it was the cleared debt, or maybe the quiet confidence blooming in him with each new task completed.
The small village school stood beneath an old peepal tree. Children gathered near the steps, laughing, their uniforms wrinkled and untucked, faces still carrying sleep.
As Arahan entered the gate, the breeze caught a soft floral scent. He looked up—
And there she was.
Sabnam.
The senior teacher—and his supervisor.
She stood near the doorway, holding a stack of papers, speaking gently to a student. Her presence was impossible to ignore.
Her long hair, black as monsoon clouds, was braided neatly with a few strands falling freely around her cheeks. Her complexion was radiant, soft as wheat under sunlight, and her lips carried the subtle tint of rose. She wore a purple designer saree, the fabric clinging gracefully around her waist and falling in elegant folds. The blouse—half-sleeved with delicate silver embroidery—fit her slender figure perfectly.
Her eyes—almond-shaped, deep, and lined with kohl—glanced up as she noticed Arahan approaching.
She smiled looking at him.
Her smile makes his day beautiful.
He loves Geetanjali companionship, if he gets the chance, he will not hesitate to pin her down on the bed, and explore her fully.
He also loves Kavita's little gestures as friends.
But for Sabnam, he didn't think about his dick, he only thought about his heart.
His heart started beating, whenever he appeared beside her.
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
🌸 Compliment Teacher Sabnam sincerely on her appearance.
Reward: ₹100 | +0.1 Charm | +1 Relationship
Note: Be confident. Timing and tone matter.
Arahan's heartbeat picked up.
He hesitated for only a second, then walked closer with a calm expression.
"Good morning, ma'am," he greeted.
Sabnam nodded. "Morning, Arahan. You're on time today."
He smiled, then said gently, "I just wanted to say… you look especially graceful today. That color suits you."
She blinked, pausing for a moment. The corners of her lips curved just slightly with a smile.
"Thank you," she said, her voice smooth and composed. "That's kind of you to say."
[Task Completed!]
+₹100 (System Wallet Balance: ₹400)
+0.1 Charm (Total: 6.7)
Sabnam Relationship +1 → 6/100 (Polite Acknowledgment)
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Arahan stepped into the classroom, the system panel fading softly in his vision.
He took his seat near the chalkboard as children filed in. But his mind lingered, just for a breath, on Sabnam's quiet, graceful presence by the doorway.
The classroom buzzed with the energy of small children trying their best to sit still.
Arahan stood at the blackboard, chalk in hand, writing simple equations in clear, rounded letters.
"Alright, everyone… if Rani has three mangoes and her brother gives her two more, how many mangoes does she have now?"
"Five!" a chorus of voices rang out, some confidently, some unsure.
He smiled, nodding. "Good. Now let's try with subtraction."
Behind him, on the wooden teacher's desk, sat a stack of flashcards he'd made by hand. Simple science diagrams, animal drawings, and tiny labeled plants helped the students stay engaged. As he moved around the room, he gently corrected posture, rewrote crooked numbers, and praised those who answered with clarity.
"Remember," he said, crouching beside a boy who looked close to tears, "it's okay to make a mistake. Just try again. I'll wait."
The boy sniffled, then slowly began writing again.
From the window, soft wind passed through the iron bars, stirring the curtains just slightly. Far outside, someone rang a cycle bell, and the faint bark of a street dog echoed.
Then—
RRRRINGGGG!
The loud clang of the school bell cut through the room.
Children instantly sprang to life—packing bags, jumping over benches, shouting goodbyes. Arahan laughed under his breath, moving toward the exit as the class slowly emptied.
He stepped into the corridor, slipping through the crowd of running students.
And then—
Thud!
He collided hard into someone turning the corner.
A soft gasp.
Arahan instinctively reached out—and found his hands gripping her waist and wrist firmly, holding her steady.