Sumi’s Mother – Shumi Bhabi (18+ Story)

It was summer vacation. The clock showed 10:30 in the morning. I was standing in front of Shumi’s house. Yes, I regularly come here to tutor Shumi. But day by day, I started noticing something—Shumi’s mother, Sadia bhabi, was looking at me in a very different way, with sideways glances full of meaning.

At first I thought maybe she was just checking if I was teaching her daughter properly. But no, over all these days, I never once saw her show any real interest in Shumi’s studies. She never asked me a single question about her daughter’s progress or performance.

In the beginning, Shumi herself used to bring me tea and snacks sometimes. But after a few days, it was Sadia bhabi who started bringing them every single time. Now it wasn’t occasional—it was daily. At first I felt a little awkward eating at their house so often, so I politely told her not to bother anymore.

She just smiled sweetly and said, “Look, brother, you are my daughter’s teacher. That’s why I want to show you respect by giving you tea and snacks every day. Please don’t refuse.”

Shumi also joined in, supporting her mother.

From that day onward, whenever she brought snacks, she would sit and talk to me about all sorts of things—whether I had a girlfriend, how many girls I had dated before, everything.

Day by day, my bond with Shumi’s mother grew deeper. Her bright, smiling face and constant cheerfulness attracted me in a special way. I knew it wasn’t just about tutoring her daughter—she genuinely liked me from the heart.

Today Shumi wasn’t home—her grandmother had come and taken her away. As soon as I reached in front of Sadia bhabi, she welcomed me with a warm, sweet smile.

“Oh, you’ve come! Today there’s no studying for Shumi. Shall we just chat a little?” she said, her face glowing.

I was surprised but replied, “Okay… what do you want to talk about?”

“There are so many old stories from our village. You’ll enjoy hearing them,” she said, gesturing for me to sit. I pulled a chair and sat down. She poured tea into a cup and brought a piece of sweet.

While sipping tea, she started telling me stories from her childhood—how her parents raised her, how much they loved each other. Every story was touching and unforgettable.

Suddenly she said, “Do you know how happy I feel every time you come to our house?”

I looked at her, surprised. “Why?”

“Because you care so much about Shumi’s studies—that means a lot to us. But more than that… you’ve become like a part of our family. You are very precious to us.”

Hearing her words, I felt her affection and love like a rare gift.

After the stories ended, she gave me more sweets and fruits. We shared some beautiful, quiet moments. I realized this small get-together wasn’t just building a bond with my student’s mother—it made me feel like I truly belonged to their family.

“Remember what I said—you’ve become part of our family. Our hearts are always open for you,” Sadia bhabi said softly as she saw me off.

That day was unusually beautiful. I understood that my relationship with Shumi’s mother was no longer just that of a tutor and a student’s mother—it had become something deeper, filled with genuine family-like love and care. Her affection and respect will stay with me forever.

The End.