Nandu's POV – Casual Conversation Style
I woke up to the usual combo—divine bhajans playing in the background, the smell of dhoop sticks wafting through the house. Classic home vibes! With a lazy stretch, I tied my hair up in a messy bun, pulled on my casual T-shirt and shorts (Sunday uniform!), and started my morning routine: bedding, brushing, bathing, and all that.

Now, for my secret mission: acting as the alarm clock for my brother. That's pretty much a full-time job, trust me. I gave him a loud wakeup call, shoved him into the bathroom, and locked the door until I was sure he actually bathed. If I didn't do it, no one would.

Meanwhile, mom's already busy with her puja—she never, ever skips it, like some morning ritual ninja! Dad, as always, was glued to his Eenadu newspaper. Sundays are special in our house because of that Sunday Eenadu supplement—I love those weekly puzzles!

Breakfast was a typical family rush. Mom yelled for me and Teja (my brother), and we shuffled to the dining table half-awake, plates ready. Mom even served dad his breakfast on the couch because he wouldn't miss the morning news for anything.

Once dad left for his errands, my brother put on his favorite movie—"Kushi" with Pawan Kalyan. We settled in, totally chilled, watching as the famous scene popped up: actor staring at the actress's waist and then—drama! My brother looked at me and asked, "Hey, does that stuff actually happen in your college?"
I just laughed, "That's just movie stuff, bro." He started laughing too. Classic sibling moment.
But then my mind wandered back to yesterday's... um, little encounter with Rahul. Was he really trying to peek at me? Or am I just overthinking, as usual? Nah, I'll just brush it off. Not going to dwell on it.

After the movie, I went to the kitchen to help mom with lunch prep. While I was arranging stuff, she started her weekly Monday-on-a-Sunday lecture: "Nandu, your exams are coming up. How's your preparation? You're weak in math, remember? Once you finish your +2 you'll be a big girl! Aeronautical engineering, dreams, all that..."

I groaned. "Mom, can we just have one Sunday without a motivational speech? I'm working on it, okay?"

Mom sighed, "Why do you get so annoyed whenever we talk about your studies?"
I grumbled, "It's not that, but the pep talks every single day drive me nuts!"

She just said, "Hmm, always with your shhh... Just arrange the utensils, I'll finish the curry."
As I bent down to arrange things, I noticed mom watching me. Was she just seeing if I was helping, or staring at me—for another reason? It sometimes feels like people don't just look me in the eye anymore...

Then suddenly mom calls, "Nandu, I need to talk to you." Uh oh. Was this going to be another lecture about exams?

She took me to my room, closed the door and said, "Take off your shirt."
I was totally confused. "Why, mom?"
She said, "Just do it."
I reluctantly did, and she immediately noticed I wasn't wearing a bra. That started a whole new kind of talk.

Mom: "Nandu, you're growing up. Your body is changing, and people do notice these things. Be mindful about what you wear—try not to wear tops that are too tight, especially around your chest. I know it's tough to find stuff that fits perfectly, but do your best. And if you can, wear a dupatta if you feel exposed. It's just for your comfort and safety."

I listened, trying to really pay attention. Honestly, in the past few days, I did feel like people's eyes lingered a little differently.
I asked, "But why all of a sudden, mom?"
She replied, "Girls' bodies change quickly as they grow. Hormones, body, mind—it's all part of growing up. You just have to be aware of it."
I nodded. I guess I'm learning more than just how to dodge my mom's Sunday motivation speeches—this stuff is important, even if it's awkward. Time to start taking her advice seriously, I guess!

So after that awkward mom-talk, I just flopped onto the couch, switched on the TV, and totally zoned out. Next thing I know, I'm waking up to my mom yelling, "Nanduuuuu!" (Honestly, does she ever stop?) The TV remote was pressing into my stomach—I must've napped harder than I thought.

She just wanted me to grab a milk packet from Raj uncle's shop. I muttered, "Seriously, mom. You always yell like there's a kitchen disaster." It was already 5 pm. Why do Sundays go by so fast?

When I stepped outside, the neighborhood felt lazy too. At the shop, Chinnu wasn't there—it's usually his dad running the place. Still, grabbed the milk, chatted about hostel life for a Minute, and i can sense his gaze had lingered a little too long on my Cleavage... i felt a strange sensation, something new and unfamiliar...
i quickly requested the the change money interrupting him and headed back to home

My mind racing with thoughts of the way Chinnu had looked at me..

I realized people look at me a bit differently these days. Or maybe I'm just imagining things? Back home, I gave mom the milk and ducked into my room. Couldn't help it—stood in front of my mirror, curious about what everyone seems to notice.
Honestly, it's just me; nothing seems that new or different. Maybe I'm just growing, and that's got me overthinking.

Doors locked, I peeled off my pink T-shirt—to look at my self more....it's way more comfy without a bra at home anyway. It's only family here, right? I took a good look at myself. My curves seem more defined lately, everything just... fits differently.

My body looked different, the curves more pronounced, my breasts fuller and rounder. I touched them, a shiver running through me as my nipples hardened under my touch. I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
I felt kinda proud. Then I thought, should I even bother with a bra at home? Nah. This is my safe space.

Pulled my shirt back on and lounged on the couch, scrolling through Insta reels, occasionally my eyes frequently drawn to my cleavage. I imagined the stares from my college friends, the group talks becoming more complicated.
I can't help but notice myself, no wonder others do too. Kinda funny, kinda weird.

Around then, clouds rolled in outside—looked like rain. Mom called me for chores again, so I went to grab the laundry off the line. Before I knew it, Teja came home dodging the rain (as usual, perfect timing). We poked fun at him, and he just rolled his eyes.

Dad was running late because of the rain, so mom told me to call him. He said he'd be home once it eased up. Mom looked worried. I suggested Teja go pick him up in the car, but of course, he'd rather wait it out. Sibling arguments, the usual. Eventually, mom made us eat dinner and sent us to bed since Monday mornings mean early wakeups.

Next morning, I woke up groggy and had to poke Teja until he got out of bed. After my bath, I wrapped up in a towel and wandered into the sunny hall, letting my hair dry with sunlight I felt a shiver of pleasure as the warmth touched my skin.

Teja passed by in his school uniform, his eyes widening as he saw me in towel. I turned to face him, my towel slipping slightly, giving him a glimpse of my breasts. He looked away quickly, his cheeks flushing.

I felt a strange sensation, like a spark,  "Morning, Teja," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me.
He mumbled a reply and retreated to his room. I walked back to mine, locking the door behind me

Back in my room, I locked the door, unwrapped my towel and slowly dropped it on the floor, and took another long look at myself standing naked in front of the mirror. I felt a rush of desire, my body responding to the sight of myself. I touched my breasts, my fingers tracing the curve of my hips, the softness of my stomach. I felt a wetness between my legs, and I couldn't help but touch myself, my fingers slipping inside.

I wrapped the towel again just to Re-imagine Teja's eyes on me, his cheeks flushing as he looked away....