Priyanka Mohan Navel Play

Priyanka navel enjoyed In Raju room

They walked back to the house, the Dart set forgotten in their excitement. The warm glow of the lights spilled out onto the porch, and the smell of spices wafted through the open door. Inside, the table was set with a feast of their favorite dishes: butter chicken, biryani, and a towering cake with 'Happy Birthday Raju' scribbled in pink frosting. It was a silent acknowledgment of the uncelebrated birthday that had been weighing on his heart all day.

Priyanka's eyes lit up as she saw the spread. "Looks like someone had a change of heart," she said, winking at his parents, who had been quietly watching from the kitchen.

Raju's mother, Sumitra, had a soft smile on her face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We wanted to surprise you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "But we didn't have the means."

"It's okay, Ma," he said, his voice cracking. "This is the best birthday I've ever had."

( As they chat, Priyanka learns about Raju's life and aspirations. She imparts a valuable lesson about the true essence of special days being in shared joy, not material celebrations. Returning to the house, they find a surprise feast set up by his parents, who had a change of heart, acknowledging his birthday with a homemade cake. Sumitra confesses their earlier inability to celebrate due to financial constraints, but the love-filled evening becomes the best birthday Raju has ever experienced.)

Sumitra nodded, her smile widening. "Thank you, Priyanka," she whispered, her eyes conveying a world of gratitude.

After dinner, the three of them sat outside on the porch, the quiet rhythm of the village night wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Frogs croaked in the distance, their song a comforting lullaby to the darkness. The occasional rustle of leaves danced through the air, whispering secrets that only the moon heard. Priyanka's laughter echoed through the stillness, a sweet symphony that seemed to chase away the shadows of their troubles.

They talked long into the night, their words weaving a tapestry of memories and dreams. Priyanka shared tales of her life in the city, the glitz and glamour of Bollywood, and the challenges she faced. Raju listened, wide-eyed, feeling a sense of wonder at the world that lay beyond his small town. In turn, he spoke of his own ambitions, his love for cricket, and the friends that made his days brighter.

As the night grew later, the conversation wound down, and the yawns grew more frequent. Priyanka stretched out on the floor, using her purse as a makeshift pillow. "You don't have to sleep on the floor, Priyu," he offered, his voice filled with concern. "You can have my bed."

Priyanka looked up at him, her smile warm and genuine. "No, Raju," she said, patting the space beside her. "This is where I want to be. Besides, it's your birthday. You should have the bed."

With dinner over, the trio retreats to the porch, where they engage in deep conversation under the night sky. Priyanka shares her Bollywood experiences while Raju opens up about his cricket dreams. Despite his offer, she insists on sleeping on the floor, ensuring he has the bed on his special night, reinforcing the bond between them.

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, Raju felt a pang of doubt. He had never seen his parents give up their own comfort for his, and the idea of doing so now felt strange and uncomfortable. But the excitement in Priyanka's eyes was infectious, and he found himself smiling back at her. "Okay," he said, his voice still unsure.

They settled down on the floor, the cool cement a stark contrast to the plush bedsheets he had seen in her movies. Priyanka leaned against the wall, her yellow silk blending with the faded paint. She looked around the room, her gaze lingering on the few posters of cricket stars that adorned the walls. "This is where you live your dreams," she said, her voice filled with a quiet awe.