Meena Aunty and her Navel

In the sweltering heat of Bhopal, 16-year-old Rahul's ordinary NEET-prep life shatters the moment he lays eyes on Meena Sharma - his best friend Arjun's 34-year-old single mother.
What begins as a stolen glance at her soft, plush, pear-shaped belly and her mesmerizing, inch-deep navel quickly spirals into a dark, all-consuming obsession. Meena's heavy, maternal curves and that deep, fleshy, velvety pit hidden beneath her low-tied sarees haunt Rahul's every waking moment and wet dream.
Determined to get closer, Rahul starts engineering excuses to visit their modest home - late-night study sessions, market trips, and sleepovers. With each accidental exposure and teasing slip of her pallu, his hunger grows darker and more dangerous.
What starts as shy, trembling touches in the dead of night soon escalates into bold, sensual worship. As Rahul's fingers explore the warm, slick depths of Meena Aunty's navel again and again - tracing every fleshy rim, every glossy fold, feeling it pulse and squeeze around him - the line between obsession and forbidden pleasure begins to blur.
Meena, far from angry, starts to notice... and slowly begins to tease him back with knowing smiles and lingering exposures. In the humid nights of their small flat, an illicit, navel-obsessed affair is about to ignite - one slow, wet, trembling touch at a time.