The sky over Varnapur was painted in soft orange and fading blues as Arahan stepped out of Geetanjali's home. The air was cooler now, filled with the smells of dinner fires and wet mud from a distant pump.
He walked slowly, taking the longer path back through the narrow lanes, hands tucked behind his back as he began to count silently.
Total: ₹10,200.
His lips parted slightly, stunned for a moment. Just a few days ago, he was hesitating to even buy proper tea leaves. Now… five digits.
"Ten thousand rupees…" he murmured under his breath, smiling. "I've never even seen that much at once."
He passed the closed ration shop, gave a nod toward the shuttered doors of Kavita's store, and paused briefly to look up at the village tower where a torn banner still hung—announcing the arrival of 4G Internet in their area.
He smirked.
"Choudhary Mahesh Telecom has brought 4G to Hindia." That's what the posters had said.
He had heard the boys in the schoolyard talking about it with stars in their eyes—"fast downloads," "video calls," and even someone mentioning YouTube without buffering.
Maybe… he could buy a simple smartphone. Something used. Something good enough for teaching, maybe video learning for Akash… or himself.
"But first," he thought, adjusting the strap of his bag, "I need to find a way to make this money last."
He reached the wooden gate of his rental house and pushed it open slowly, stepping into the quiet courtyard.
The creaky gate clicked shut behind him as Arahan stepped into the narrow courtyard of the house. The dim evening light pooled along the worn path to the staircase.
He was just about to climb the first step when a voice stopped him.
"Arahan?"
He turned.
Sabiha stood at the corner of the small courtyard near the washing line, a faded towel draped over her arm. She wore a light mint-green salwar kameez, the fabric still a little damp at the hems. Her braid was loosely tied over one shoulder, and a few strands clung to her cheeks from the humidity.
But it was her eyes that caught him—warm, hesitant, and lingering just a second too long.
"You… you look different lately," she said, her tone softer now. "I mean, more confident. And smiling a lot."
Arahan blinked, a small chuckle escaping. "Is that so?"
She nodded, stepping closer. "It's nice. You look better like this."
[Hidden Notification]
Sabiha has noticed your maxed Charm. Passive attraction effect active.
Relationship progress accelerating...
She cleared her throat, then held out a folded paper toward him. "Actually… I came to ask if you could help me with this."
He took it and unfolded it. An application form—for a junior nursing course in town.
"I want to apply next week," she said, brushing her braid back. "But some of the English is a bit much."
Arahan scanned the paper quickly. "Of course. I'll help you with it tonight if you want."
Her face lit up. "Really?"
He nodded. "Why not? You're trying to grow. I respect that."
She smiled—genuinely, then turned to head back toward her side of the house. But before she disappeared, she glanced back once over her shoulder, her eyes catching him again.
Just once.
He lingered there for a moment, watching Sabiha disappear behind the cloth curtain of her side of the house.
He looked down at the paper in his hand. The nursing form was creased at the corners, and some words were underlined in pink pen. Sabiha had tried. She wanted this.
He smiled faintly, then climbed the steps to his room, pushed the creaky door open, and stepped inside.
The bulb above flickered once, then glowed steady.
He set the form on the wooden desk, pulled out a pen, and started going over the sections she'd marked: basic details, educational background, a short statement of purpose.
She'd written:
"I want to be a nurse because I want to help old and sick people like my grandmother."
Simple. Honest. Sweet.
He corrected a few grammatical mistakes, adjusted a line or two—but he didn't erase her words.
He slipped the form under his notebook, grabbed both, and stepped back outside. The courtyard was quiet. A low bulb flickered on her side.
He tapped lightly on the wooden frame of the entrance. "Sabiha?" he called.
Her voice came softly from inside. "Come in."
He ducked through the curtain.
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Sabiha sat cross-legged on a woven mat in the small sitting area of their home, a steel tumbler of water beside her. The room was dimly lit, a yellow bulb casting long shadows on the walls. Her notebook and a cheap blue pen lay open before her, along with a few wrinkled textbooks and an empty teacup.
She looked up as Arahan stepped in, carrying the edited form. "You came," she said softly, brushing her braid over her shoulder.
"I said I would," he replied with a nod, settling beside her. He placed the nursing form between them. "Let's go through this together."
For the next twenty minutes, the only sounds in the room were the scratch of pens on paper, Sabiha murmuring lines to herself, and Arahan softly correcting her English. She was a quick learner, occasionally biting her lip in concentration, her brows furrowed adorably whenever she got stuck on a word like recommendation or motivation.
"You spelled 'clinic' with a K," Arahan chuckled.
She gasped. "Are you serious?"
He turned the page toward her, pointing. "Here. 'Klinik.'"
Sabiha covered her face. "Oh no."
Arahan laughed gently. "Don't worry. These things get easier."
They sat close—too close for strangers, but just enough for comfort. The kind of quiet that didn't feel awkward anymore.
When they reached the last section, he handed her the form. "Now, you write it in your handwriting. Just how we fixed it. Slowly."
She took it carefully, nodding. "Thank you, Arahan. Really."
He met her eyes. "You're going to do fine. I can already see you in a white coat."
She looked down, smiling faintly—then got to writing.
But Arahan was disturbed by the new task, which just appeared now.
[Ding!]
[New Task Generated]
Spend time helping Sabiha complete her nursing form. Tell her about biology, let her know how a man penis looks, and what is used. Let her give you handjob and blowjob with care and patience. Guide her through each section.
Reward: ₹1000 | +1 Strength | +1 Lust | +10 Relationship (Sabiha)
Note: Support goes a long way when dreams are involved.
Arahan's heart raced as he read the new task, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. He glanced over at Sabiha, who was diligently filling out the form, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Taking a deep breath, he scooted closer to her on the bench. "Sabiha," he began softly, placing a hand on her arm. "I think it's time I explained something to you."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious. "What is it?" she asked.
Arahan hesitated for a moment before plunging ahead. "Well, as a nurse, you'll need to know about human anatomy," he explained carefully. "Including... male anatomy."
Sabiha's cheeks flushed pink, but she nodded eagerly. "I see," she murmured. "Please, tell me what I need to know."
Arahan took another deep breath before continuing. "Okay," he said slowly. "A man's penis that's the male reproductive organ, comes in various shapes and sizes. It's typically longer when flaccid, which means not erect and can grow much larger when aroused."
"When a man is aroused," Arahan continued, trying to keep his voice steady, "his penis fills with blood, causing it to become erect. It's usually between five to eight inches when hard, but it can be shorter or longer depending on the individual."
Sabiha listened intently, her eyes wide and unblinking. "I see," she murmured. "And what do you mean by 'erect'?"
"It means stiff and pointing upwards," Arahan explained, feeling a stirring in his loins at the thought. He quickly pushed the feeling aside and pressed on. "When a man is aroused, his testicles also draw up closer to his body."
Sabiha nodded slowly, processing the information. "So if a man is aroused, his penis will be hard and pointing up?" she confirmed.
"That's right," Arahan replied, trying to ignore the growing tightness in his pants. "And when he reaches climax, that's when he ejaculates his penis will throb and release semen."
"I see," Sabiha murmured, her face flushed. She glanced down at Arahan's lap hesitantly. "Is that... is that what your penis looks like?"
Arahan felt a jolt of electricity run through him at her question. Slowly, he reached down, lifted his lungi.