Poonam bhabi's husband is not at home, she has come to meet her boyfriend at home, she has come to meet alone at home.

Punam Bhabhi's afternoon" It was a dull summer afternoon. The streets of the neighborhood were almost empty, and the afternoon sun lay dull on the walls of the houses. All the members of the house were out of one way or the other—the brother-in-law's office, the mother-in-law on a pilgrimage and the husband out on transfer to the city. There was only Punam Bhabhi in the house. Punam Bhabhi was known in the locality for her calm nature and gentle behavior. But today, there was some turmoil in his mind. An old friend from college, Rahul, now a journalist, came to the city. He came to sister-in-law's house just with the desire to meet. The door opened. In front of him was Rahul, a bag full of books in his hand and a smile on his face. "Hey Rahul! After so many years?" "Just like that... I thought I'd take it from you. I heard they were all out. " "Yes, come and sit down. " The sister-in-law made tea, and the two talked about the old days—the fun of college, the memories of the professors, and that last farewell. There was no time or distance in the conversation. Suddenly, the electricity went out. The heat began to rise, and silence spread throughout the room. But even in that silence there was an intimacy. "You are still the same -- alert, simple, and complete