Author's pov

Mohana was getting ready. She carefully braided her long hair, applied a small bindi on her forehead, and wore tiny earrings that suited her simple look. A swipe of lip balm added a subtle glow to her lips. Finally, she slipped into a plain kurti with delicate embroidery along the edges — her usual, minimal routine that she never skipped.

First, she headed to college, attending a few important classes until 10:30 AM. As soon as they were done, she made her way straight to Rohith’s house, where she worked part-time as a maid.

Standing at his doorstep, she took a deep breath and knocked.

A moment later, the door swung open — and there he was.

Rohith stood there, shirtless, his muscular torso on full display. The waistband of his loose-fitted pants hung low on his hips, revealing sharp v-lines that drew her gaze. His body was hot, sculpted, undeniably mouth-watering.

Mohana froze, unable to look away. She was practically eye-fucking him right there.

God, he is so damn sexy, she thought, heat rushing to her cheeks.

Her trance was broken by Rohith’s voice, teasing and a bit sharp.

“Hello? Excuse me, madam?”

“Huh? What? Um…,” she stammered, completely thrown off.

“What? What! back to Earth!” Rohith said, raising an eyebrow.

“Ah, sorry… Krithi sent me,” she finally blurted out.

“Yeah, I know. Come in and get started,” he replied, then turned away, a faint smirk on his lips.

Mohana mentally slapped herself, scolding her own wandering mind, and stepped inside to begin her chores

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From Rohith side:

Rohith was working on his laptop when he heard the doorbell ring. He got up, opened the door, and there she was.

A short girl with long, glossy braids. A soft, beautiful face. Curves that drew the eye, thick thighs, and breasts that filled out her simple kurti just enough to notice.

Damn, she’s beautiful, he thought, a slow grin forming on his face.

She was staring at him, eyes practically glued to his bare chest. He saw the way her gaze lingered, and that made his smirk widen even more.

“Hello? Excuse me, madam?” he called, breaking her daze.

She fumbled, confused and flustered.

He chuckled inwardly. Cute, he thought.

“Yeah, start working,” he told her, amused by how rattled she seemed, before heading back to his room, still smiling to himself.

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Mohana quietly started her work. She picked up a cloth and began dusting the table, the couch, the showcase, neatly arranging the scattered files as she went. Then she grabbed a broom, sweeping up the dust on the floor with practiced ease. After that, she took a mop and cleaned every corner until the floor shone.

She moved on to the kitchen, washing the utensils, including the pressure cooker whistles, then loaded the laundry into the washing machine. Krithi had already explained everything to her, so she worked steadily without pause.

Meanwhile, Rohith couldn’t seem to look away from her. Even while trying to focus on his laptop, his eyes kept drifting back to Mohana.

He watched her body moving around the room — the soft curves of her waist, the way her hair grew a little messy from working, the light sheen of sweat on her face. Every time she bent over, he caught a teasing glimpse of her breasts pressing against her kurti, and it drove him wild.

A restless heat stirred in his chest, a pull he couldn’t control. Lust burned through him as he watched her, desire pooling low in his stomach.

She had no idea he was practically devouring her with his eyes.

After finishing all the cleaning, Mohana walked over to Rohith, wiping her hands on the edge of her kurti.

“It’s all done,” she said softly.

Rohith looked up from his laptop, his eyes scanning her once more before replying, “Good. Now go ahead and make lunch — and dinner, too.”

She hesitated for a second, then nodded silently and moved to the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves and starting to prepare the meals.

She decided on a simple lunch — dal, rice, and a quick vegetable fry. Moving efficiently, she chopped onions, rinsed lentils, and set the cooker on the stove. The familiar routine of cooking helped steady her racing heart, even though she could still feel Rohith’s presence somewhere behind her, watching.

Rohith leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes stayed fixed on her every move — the way her fingers moved swiftly while cutting vegetables, the way she stretched to reach the spice box, exposing a shiver of her waist him.

He swallowed hard. There was something incredibly attractive about her doing such simple chores, completely unaware of the effect she was having on him.

Why the hell is she so distracting? he wondered, annoyed at himself.

Mohana could sense his gaze but kept her head down, focusing on stirring the dal. She tried to ignore the prickling heat rising in her cheeks.

After finishing lunch, she started prepping for dinner too, chopping extra vegetables and keeping things ready. She worked quietly, only the soft clinking of utensils filling the air between them.

At one point, Rohith stepped closer, pretending to check on what she was doing.

“What are you making?” he asked, his voice low and casual.

“Um… just dal, rice, and some fry for lunch. I’ll prep curry for dinner,” she replied without meeting his eyes.

“Smells good,” he murmured, closer than before, making her tense up.

“Thank you,” she said quickly, keeping her eyes on the pan.

Rohith let out a small chuckle, amused by how flustered she was, and walked away again, leaving Mohana struggling to calm the flutter in her chest.

She completed food and arranged in dinning table.

"It's over I will take leave now", she said

"Ummm ok,come tomorrow evening i have work in afternoon", he replied

"Ok then bye!",she went away

"I will get you for sure," he thought

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