After coming out of the shop, he noticed Task had completed, but he didn't receive the reward. It was even given a warning.
[System Notification]
Task Completed: "Private Moments with Kavita"
Eligibility for Reward Unlocked
Warning: Accepting this reward will cause notable changes to your body and core stats.
Proceed carefully. Accept only when in a safe and private environment.
His brows furrowed, and choosing to walk home in silence.
Back at his rental room, the oil lamp flickered softly. Arahan unwrapped his lungi, washed his face and feet, and sat cross-legged on the floor. The room was still. His breath even.
He whispered, "Accept reward."
[System Reward Activating…]
+20 EXP (80 → 100 / 100)
+20 Relationship (Kavita: 50 → 70 / 100 — Comforted Intimacy)
+₹2000 (System Wallet: ₹5700 → ₹7700)
+2 Agility (7.0 → 9.0 / 10)
LEVEL UP! (Level 1 → Level 2)
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[SYSTEM LEVEL-UP SURGE INITIATED]
Arahan gasped, clutching his chest as a warm pulse surged through his core.
His muscles tightened, then relaxed—stronger.
His breathing deepened—more efficient.
His balance, posture, reaction—sharper.
His skin tingled as agility and strength aligned in harmony.
Every part of him felt… lighter. Faster. More connected.
He stood slowly, heart pounding not from fear—but from power.
The mirror on the wall reflected him—not drastically changed, but refined. His shoulders held more posture. His eyes—more clarity. And his movements? Smooth, confident.
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LEVEL 2 UNLOCKED!
Lust Stat Now Unlocked
Charm & Stamina Cap Increased
Advanced Task Tiers Available
New Companion Reaction System Online
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Arahan took a slow, steady breath.
This… was only the beginning.
He looked towards his panel.
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[Status Panel – Arahan]
Name: Arahan
Age: 18
Profession: Junior Teacher (Permanent Staff)
Level: 2
EXP: 0 / 1000
Level Cap: 10
Attributes (Max Cap: 30)
Health: 6.6 / 30 (Linked: Geetanjali)
Stamina: 7.6 / 30 (Linked: Sabnam)
Strength: 4.6 / 30 (Linked: Sabiha)
Agility: 9.0 / 30 (Boosted by Kavita tasks)
Intelligence: 7.0 / 30 (Linked: Bushra)
Charm: 10 / 30 (Maxed at Level 1 — Now can grow again)
Lust: 10 / 30 (Unlocked at Level 2 — ready to influence certain events)
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Wealth
On-hand Cash: ₹0.00
System Wallet: ₹7700.00
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💞 Relationships
Geetanjali: 29 / 100 (Quiet Blooming)
Sabiha: 49 / 100 (Blind Trust)
Kavita: 70 / 100 (Comforted Intimacy)
Sabnam: 72 / 100 (Lover)
Bushra: 20 / 100 (Quiet Blooming)
Others: —
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Level 2 Unlocks Active
Lust Stat Fully Activated
All Attribute Caps Increased to 30
Advanced Tier Tasks Now Available
Companion Reaction System Enabled
Hidden Traits & Reactions Now Influence Outcomes
System Evolution Path Unlocked (to be revealed at Level 5)
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7:40 PM
Arahan glanced at the time on his Toto smartphone. The sun had nearly set, casting golden shadows along the walls of his rental room.
Only 20 minutes left until the 8:00 PM show.
He adjusted his brown shirt slightly in the mirror, brushing his fingers through his hair. Sharp, tidy, composed.
The thought of Anjali Sharma, her sudden invitation, and the sparkle in her eyes when she mentioned Sheela Ke Deewane… it stuck with him.
✨ [DING! SYSTEM TASK TRIGGERED]
> 🎬 Task: Attend the movie Sheela Ke Deewane with Anjali Sharma.
This is not just entertainment—it's a potential bond in bloom.
Pay attention to her reactions, match her energy, and don't miss your cues.
🎁 Task Reward:
+1000 Rupees
+10 Relationship (Anjali)
+1 Charm
+10 EXP
🔓 Hidden Flag: Romantic Interest Slot (Pending Reaction)
📝 Note:
This task will begin upon arrival at cinema hall.
All choices made during the movie will influence the relationship path.
Arahan locked his door, slipped the phone into his pocket, and stepped into the dusky evening. His brown shoes tapped confidently against the path as he made his way toward the village bus stop—where Anjali would be waiting.
The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving a deep orange hue over the village streets. Arahan arrived at the small bus stop near the temple, where a few benches and an old lantern flickered dimly.
There, standing by the edge in a soft floral-patterned yellow kurti and jeans, was Anjali Sharma.
Her long hair was loosely tied back, a simple purse over her shoulder. When she saw Arahan approaching in his brown shirt and polished shoes, her face lit up—but only for a second before she tucked a smile behind her composed expression.
"You're right on time," she said, adjusting the strap on her purse.
Arahan smiled faintly. "I figured being late for a date—sorry, I mean… for a movie—might get me in trouble."
She gave him a playful side-glance. "Hmph. Let's see if the movie is worth it first."
A few minutes later, the local mini-bus rolled up. They hopped on, sitting side by side as the road curved out of the village toward the nearby town.
The cinema hall was small but buzzing with energy. Posters lined the outer wall—some action, some comedy—but front and center, plastered high, was the night's feature:
The poster showed a stunning girl in a vibrant red dress, dashing ahead barefoot across a field of wildflowers. Behind her, cartoon hearts burst out of the chests of at least a dozen dazed-looking boys, all running after her hopelessly in love.
Anjali glanced at the poster and chuckled. "That's totally how boys act when one pretty girl enters school."
Arahan smirked. But didn't say anything to her.
She glanced sideways at him—cheeks flushing slightly—but didn't reply.
They entered the hall. Anjali handed over the tickets she had already bought. "Second row, corner seats."
As they sat down, the lights began to dim. Popcorn rustled, whispers hushed, and the screen flickered to life.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Task Phase Started]
🎬 Observe. React. Stay in sync with her.
Choices you make during the movie will affect Anjali's emotional state.
The film started cheerfully enough—music, colors, wild montages of a girl being chased by dozens of hopeful boys. Anjali chuckled at the silliness. Arahan leaned back, trying to sync with her laughter, glancing occasionally to watch her smile more than the screen.
But then...
About twenty minutes in, the tone shifted.
The music softened. The girl stopped running. One of the male leads cornered her on a rooftop, and the camera lingered—too long, too close.
Whispers rose in the audience.
Then came the first bold scene—soft moans, a slow-motion kiss, hands brushing where they shouldn't on-screen. The camera didn't shy away.
Arahan's eyes widened.
Anjali stiffened slightly beside him.
They looked at each other, and in the flickering light from the screen, the tension between them was no longer just romantic—it was awkward.
"Um..." she whispered, blinking at the screen.
"I… didn't know it was this kind of movie."
Arahan leaned closer, instead of saying a anything, he hold her chin and
Instead of responding, Arahan leaned in close, his breath warm against Anjali's ear. "We don't have to watch this," he murmured softly.
His hand slid onto her thigh, squeezing gently. Anjali's breath hitched at the contact, her heart racing.
Arahan's thumb began to trace small circles on her skin, his touch sending shivers up her spine. Anjali bit her lip, torn between the inappropriate scene unfolding on screen and the electric sensation of Arahan's hand on her leg.
Slowly, deliberately, Arahan's hand crept higher, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. Anjali's legs parted slightly in invitation, despite the crowded theater.
Arahan took advantage of the opening, his palm pressing against her inner thigh. Anjali suppressed a moan as he caressed the sensitive skin, moving ever closer to the apex of her thighs.
The couple on screen continued their steamy encounter, but it was no longer the focus of Anjali's attention. All she could concentrate on was the heat building between her legs and Arahan's skilled touch.
On screen, the scenes grew bolder, the boy removed the heroine's bra, making her semi-nude.
As the scene on screen intensified, Arahan's actions mirrored the boldness of the film. His fingers deftly unbuttoned Anjali's kurti, parting the fabric to reveal her bare skin beneath.
Anjali's breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She glanced around nervously, but the dim lighting and engrossed audience provided cover.
Arahan slipped the kurti off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her exposed chest, barely contained by a lacy bra.
With a flick of his wrist, he unhooked the clasp, freeing her breasts. Anjali gasped softly as cool air hit her nipples, making them pebble instantly.
Arahan's gaze raked over Anjali's bare torso, his pupils dilating with desire. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to touch you."
Anjali's heart raced at his words, her skin prickling with anticipation. She nodded imperceptibly, giving him the green light.
Slowly, reverently, Arahan reached out and cupped her breasts in his large hands. Anjali bit back a moan as he squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
On the screen, the heroine sank to her knees, taking the hero's erect penis into her mouth. The theater filled with muffled gasps and whispers as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down.
Arahan's grip on Anjali's breasts tightened, his thumbs circling her nipples urgently. "Do it," he breathed in her ear, his voice strained. "Like she's doing."
Anjali hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously at the oblivious audience. She noticed many of the girls doing the same thing with their partner as in the movie.
And the sight of Arahan's flushed face and the throbbing bulge in his lungi convinced her.
Slowly, she slid off her seat onto her knees in front of him. Arahan's breath hitched as she reached for his lungi, untucking it to reveal his straining erection.
"Anjali," Arahan gasped as she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. "Just like that."
He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her head closer to his crotch. Anjali looked up at him, seeking confirmation, before leaning in and swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.
Arahan's hips jerked involuntarily, a low moan escaping his lips. Emboldened, Anjali took him into her mouth, sucking gently as she began to bob her head up and down.
On screen, the hero grunted and thrust his hips forward, fucking the heroine's face. The sound of wet sucking filled the theater, punctuated by the heroine's muffled moans.
Anjali followed suit, taking Arahan deeper into her mouth with each pass. She relaxed her jaw, allowing him to slide into the tight confines of her throat.
Arahan's grip on her hair tightened as he began to thrust shallowly, fucking her face in time with the action on screen. Anjali gagged slightly at first, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. But she soon adjusted, finding a rhythm that allowed her to take him deeper without choking.
The sounds of their lovemaking mingled with the noises from the film: the slurping and sucking, the wet smacking of lips against skin. It was a perverse symphony, a secret soundtrack that only they could hear.
Arahan's breathing grew ragged as he felt his climax approaching. He looked down at Anjali, his eyes glazed with lust and adoration.
"I'm going to come," he panted. "Are you sure you want this?"
Anjali pulled back just enough to nod, maintaining eye contact as she pumped his shaft vigorously with her hand.
With a final grunt, Arahan thrust deep into Anjali's mouth and came, his hot seed spurting against the back of her throat. Anjali swallowed instinctively, her eyes watering at the sudden influx.
Arahan slumped back in his seat, chest heaving as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Anjali stayed where she was for a moment, cleaning him gently with her tongue before sitting back on her heels.
She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, a shy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Arahan reached down and pulled her into his lap, pressing a fierce kiss to her forehead.
"That was... incredible," he murmured against her skin. "You're incredible."
Anjali snuggled against his chest, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.