Sister-in-law's that afternoon

The name of the village was Sukoonpur - where people knew each other by name in every street. There was a cheerful and simple woman - Sunita Bhabhi. He was around 32 years of age, but he still had the same freshness on his face as he did in college. Her husband, Ramesh, worked in the city and came home just once a month. Responsibilities and loneliness had become a habit for him. One afternoon, when the whole village was huddled in the houses to escape the sun, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" asked Sunita. Arjuna. I came to get the fan repaired. My brother said it. " Arjun was a young man from the village - 28 years old, tall, dark and hardworking. When Sunita opened the door, Arjun was sweating and a bag of tools in his hand. "Come on, Arjuna, how long has the fan been switched off?" The heat is killing people. " Arjun started fixing the fan and Sunita went to the kitchen. After a while she came back - cold syrup in her hand. "Take it, Arjuna, you are sweating. " Arjuna looked into her eyes as he sipped her drink, their eyes met for a moment, and then silence ensued. Fan that afternoon