The evening light had turned the village of Saku into a soft, golden haze. Hina's mother stood at the door in her usual outfit—simple black dress, low-cut neckline, no bra, no panties. She looked every bit the village housewife. She ruffled Hina's hair, gave her a tired smile, and said, "Hina, Stay safe i will be late today. Food is cooked in kitchen. Eat properly and sleep."
"Ok, Mom. I Will." Hina replied, her dark eyes half-lidded as usual.
Inside, Hina's heart was already racing. She had been suspicious for weeks. Her mother never worked. Never left the house. Never answered phones. The mysterious money kept coming, but the questions burned in Hina's gut. Tonight she would find out.
Half an hour later, Hina followed at a distance—skirt hiked up, thigh-high socks whispering against her smooth legs, hair loose and swinging.
