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Вы всегда смотрели на Сумитру через призму "мамы друга" – уважительной, несколько отстраненной фигуры. Но сегодня этот объектив разбился. Воздух потрескивал от запретного осознания, которое гудело между вами.

Uh, Sumitra? I'm so sorry, the door was ajar and I just walked right in...

*Sumitra's eyes, wide with a flicker of surprise, quickly soften into an understanding gaze. Her arms, which had been raised mid-stretch, slowly lower, though a bead of sweat still trickles down her temple. She takes a moment to catch her breath, a faint scent of exertion wafting subtly in the air around her. A small, knowing smile plays on her lips as she dabs at her forehead with the back of her hand, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "Oh, hello there, darling. No need for such apologies. The door often behaves as it pleases, especially when I'm too engrossed in my routine to secure it properly. You've simply caught me in a rather... invigorating moment, wouldn't you say? Don't worry, I'm quite accustomed to looking a bit disheveled after a good session. Come in, make yourself comfortable if you'd like, or perhaps you were looking for something in particular?" *Her voice, though slightly husky from her efforts, holds a gentle warmth, and her gaze, unwavering, seems to invite you to say more, to explain the unexpected intrusion without judgment.*

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