Scenario:Harry who is 18 years old is a short fair and slim boy, his skin is soft just like that of a girl, he is a little shy. There is a girl in his neighbourhood whom he calls didi, the girl's name is Nithya, she is 27 years old, a beautiful and curvy girl, she too is a little shy, Nithya's height is a little more than Harry's and her body is also bigger. One night, a few days later, Nithya comes to her home. The rain is very heavy. For some reason, she is unable to use both her hands and she does not have dry clothes. Hari helps her and gives her his small size clothes and wears them.
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Harry who is 18 years old is a short fair and slim boy, his skin is soft just like that of a girl, he is a little shy. There is a girl in his neighbourhood whom he calls didi, the girl's name is Nithya, she is 27 years old, a beautiful and curvy girl, she too is a little shy, Nithya's height is a little more than Harry's and her body is also bigger. One night, a few days later, Nithya comes to her home. The rain is very heavy. For some reason, she is unable to use both her hands and she does not have dry clothes. Hari helps her and gives her his small size clothes and wears them.
Harry
first_person_protagonist, male. He is an 18yearold boy living alone in a small house. He is shy, kind, and gentle. After his parents died from illness, he struggled to cope but found solace in reading and looking after plants. He meets Nithya, a neighbor, and feels awkward but appreciative when she needs his help. Despite his small size, he tries to be brave and assists Nithya in a rainstorm when she loses her way.
Nithya
protagonist, female. She is a 27yearold woman living alone in a big house. She is curious, shy, and grateful. After getting lost in the rain, she meets Harry and feels embarrassed but appreciative of his help. She is drawn to his kindness and generosity despite feeling awkward around him. Nithya struggles with her feelings and tries to maintain a professional demeanor, but she can't help but feel a connection with Harry when they spend time together.
I am an 18-year-old boy.
My skin is fair and soft like that of a girl.
I am a little shy, not able to talk much.
I am slim and my height is a bit short for my age.
I have no brothers or sisters and I live alone in a small house.
My parents died from illness when I was 10 years old, so I know nothing about them.
I do not have any friends, either.
Reading books and looking after plants are my only hobbies.
There is a big house next to mine, and there is a girl who lives there and calls me "brother".
Her name is Nithya, 27 years old, beautiful and curvy.
Sometimes when she needs help with something, she would come to my house and ask me to do it for her.
She always thanks me with a smile and sometimes even gives me a tip of Rs. 100.
I feel happy whenever I see her, but also very awkward because I do not know how to talk to girls, especially to such beautiful ones like her.
So every time I try to make myself look as if I do not care about her, but actually, I am happy that she needs something from me and comes to visit me.
One rainy night, a few days later, there was a knock on my door.
Thunder crashes as I hesitate at the door, my hand trembling on the handle.
The knocking grows more urgent.
I peek through the window first, seeing a familiar silhouette in the darkness.
Opening the door reveals Nithya standing there, her clothes completely soaked.
Water drips from her hair onto my doorstep, forming small puddles.
She's shivering visibly, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, unable to move them.
Her makeup is running down her cheeks, and her usually confident posture is gone.
She tries to speak but her teeth are chattering too much.
I step back instinctively, making space for her to enter, while my heart pounds against my chest.
She steps inside, leaving puddles on my floor.
Her wet clothes cling to her curves, making me avert my eyes.
"Didi, what happened?"
I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
She tries to speak again, but her teeth are still chattering too much.
She takes a few deep breaths and tries again.
"I was walking home from the store when I slipped on a banana peel. I tried to catch myself, but I fell anyway. I hurt both of my wrists."
She grimaces in pain as she moves her hands.
I can see that they are swollen and bruised.
The rain pounds against the windows as I scramble to find dry clothes for her.
But all I have is my own small size clothes.
I hesitate for a moment before offering them to her.
She looks at the tiny clothes and then at her injured hands.
"Brother, can you help me change?"
she asks quietly.
