After that day, our relationship was going well. But as days passed, the tension between Ananya and Radhika had been growing. They were a bit jealous of each other. Both mother and daughter were competing for my attention in subtle ways.

Longer glances towards me, flirtatious touches to me, bolder provocations. It was inevitable, and I knew things would come to a head. I sensed it. The usual lightness of their interactions had been replaced by something darker, more charged. That evening, the three of us were sitting in my living room.