The boundaries between us dissolved like mist in the morning sun. What started as stolen moments in the bathroom evolved into a rhythm of secret rendezvous that pulled me deeper into Aryan's world. Rohan remained oblivious, buried in his college routine, while I, his mother, transformed under the gaze of his best friend. Aryan texted me every morning, his words igniting a spark that carried me through the day. 'Thinking about your curves pressed against me,' he'd write, and I'd reply with a photo of my cleavage peeking from a low-neck blouse, my heart racing as I hit send.