Chapter 2: The First Peep

Pranjal Kadam’s obsession had evolved dangerously.

What began as the thrill of stealing Anvita’s panties had slowly lost some of its power. The act of sneaking onto her balcony, grabbing the soft fabric, and jerking off furiously into it while imagining her body was no longer enough to satisfy the growing hunger inside him. He wanted more. He needed to see her. Not just in clothes. Not just in his fantasies. He wanted the real thing — Anvita completely naked, unaware, and vulnerable.

He began watching her more carefully than ever before.

He memorized her daily schedule with frightening precision. Rajesh was often away on night duty or special assignments. Arjun went to school in the morning and usually returned around 4 PM. Anvita, like clockwork, would finish her household chores by mid-afternoon and take a long, relaxing bath around 4:30 PM to wash away the day’s sweat before preparing evening dinner.

That half-hour window became Pranjal’s new obsession.

It was a brutally hot Tuesday afternoon when everything changed.

Pranjal had come over to flat 302 under the usual excuse of playing with Arjun. The boy was still at school, so Anvita welcomed him warmly as always.

“Arjun will be back soon, beta. You can wait inside and watch TV,” she said with her kind, motherly smile. She was wearing a simple yellow cotton salwar kameez, the fabric slightly damp with sweat from the humidity, clinging to her full breasts and wide hips.

Pranjal smiled innocently. “Thank you, Aunty.”

The moment Anvita disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running water started, Pranjal’s heart began hammering violently. He waited exactly five minutes, listening carefully. Then, like a shadow, he crept down the narrow hallway.

The bathroom door, old and slightly warped from years of moisture, had developed a small crack near the handle — barely half an inch wide, but perfectly positioned.