Last year, a family – a couple in their early 30s and the wife's elderly mother – moved into our neighborhood. They quickly befriended my family. A few months ago, the wife's younger sister, a 20-year-old college student, came to stay with them after leaving her hostel. I'm an introvert and generally keep to myself, so I didn't interact with them much.

One day, my parents were out, and I answered a knock at the door. It was the young woman. I was shirtless, as I usually am at home, and she caught a glimpse of my physique. I quickly stepped back in surprise.

"Shaan! Your mom said you have an extra gas cylinder," she said.

"I don't know, let me check," I replied, heading to the kitchen.

She followed me. I pointed out the cylinder, and when she struggled to lift it, I offered to help. I put on a shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. She was blushing, I could tell. I carried the cylinder to her apartment, which was across from mine.

Over the next few days, there were a few more brief encounters. Once, my mother was home, and I was doing push-ups in the hall. I noticed the girl standing by the curtain, watching me.

My family went to my cousin's wedding, and since I don't enjoy such events, my mother asked the lady to prepare a meal for me. I don't eat the food our maid cooks, so I was grateful. The lady left for her job as a school teacher after leaving me the food.

The young girl, let's call her Shruti, knocked on my door and asked if I'd eaten. She brought me kheer (sweet rice pudding) and insisted I eat it in front of her. She tried to make conversation, asking personal questions like whether I had a girlfriend or if I was interested in anyone. She complimented my physique, voice, and hair, then asked me what I thought of her.

Feeling a bit pressured, I complimented her eyes and hair. She moved closer, asking what else I liked about her.

Feeling awkward, I said, "You're very polite, just like your sister." I'd heard my mother praise her sister, Sikha Di, for her hard work and dedication to her family.

"What about me?" she asked.

"My mother praises you too," I replied.

She moved even closer. "That's good. Even your mother likes me, and you don't."

"It's not like that," I protested.

Suddenly, she kissed me. I was completely taken aback. She pushed me back onto the sofa and sat on my lap. I was still in a daze as she kissed my neck and chest, arousing me. The situation quickly escalated. We undressed each other, and I started kissing her passionately.

As things progressed, she asked, "Shaan, will you be mine?" I replied with a "yes," though I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to. We spent the next three hours together.

When my family returned, we continued our clandestine meetings. Then, one day, Sikha Di saw Shruti leaving my apartment and confronted her. Shruti confessed everything. Our meetings stopped for a while. Shortly after, Shruti returned to her college hostel.

One day, Sikha Di asked me to come to their house to fix a faulty bulb. After I fixed it, she revealed that Shruti had told her everything about our affair. I was worried she would scold me or tell my parents, but she simply said, "You're both young. It's okay." This surprised me. She suddenly hugged me from behind, biting my ear and touching my groin, causing me to become aroused. I protested, but she placed my hand on her breast, and we became intimate again.

This continued for a few months. Then, her husband returned from his merchant navy duty. His mother, who mostly lives in the village, visits occasionally. Recently, I overheard her mother-in-law talking to my mother, and I learned that Sikha is pregnant.

I texted Sikha after a long time, only to find that I was blocked. I'm now worried. What if the baby looks like me in future?