Vikram was quiet. Then: “That’s how I feel with Sahiti.”
And that was the problem.
He took her hand—the one that had wiped his tears, signed his school forms, held his father’s dead hand in a hospital. “Amma, love doesn’t divide. It multiplies. Sahiti isn’t taking me away. She’s adding another person to hold you.” Mother And Son Telugu Sex Stories In Telugu Script High
“I’m not against her, Vikram,” she said slowly. “I’m afraid of being left behind.” Vikram was quiet
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Vikram sat beside her. “Tell me.”