15-02-2019, 01:28 PM
I was back in home again - Home sweet home. Home, however, did not feel the same again though with all the elders not around us anymore.
With Priyanka around, it was nothing less than a hell hole for me. The conversation, I had overheard, between my brother and Priyanka would replay in mind on a loop mode. I tried not to look at her in a sexual way but it was something beyond my control. I would always be in a constant state of excitement.
As time flew by, I observed that I loved the idea of having her around in the house. I simply loved the constant buzz in my mind and body - seeing her around. One thing was crystal clear to to me, I wanted to know everything about her. I felt as if I had turned into a stalker. What really helped me develop my stalker skills was Priyanka being open to the idea of being stalked.
It wasn't like she was acting all sluttish, it was just that she did not mind it (my brother too).
Job was not an issue for me, especially after graduation from the top college in India. I got the best of jobs with the best of perks. I was a team member of an online anti hacking unit. Within a period of 2 years, I was promoted to the position of team leader and an indispensible one as well.
My brother owned the most elite photo studio in town. He was always overbooked. Companies would hire him for calendar shoots, personal photo sessions, wedding sessions etc. He was always in demand, always. Time was a scarce commodity for him.
It was during one of the summers that he was called by a big wig politician. He came for a photo shoot of his daughter's wedding. He and his full team were already overbooked. Rahul could not afford to say no to the politician. Everyone knows that they are the dirtiest of the lot. My brother was under tremendous pressure. I asked him to go for the politician's daughters photo shoot and also assured him that I will take care of his office. Being indispensible had its perks. I duly got my company to agree to let me take care of brother's job for the time he was away. I would, quite obviously, be taking care of any emergencies that my job presented.
I observed a drastic difference in Priyanka's clothing while my brother was away. I found them to be a shade more revealing. I also observed that her lingerie selection had totally changed. (Don't ask me how I am supposed to know what lingerie she wears. Being her stalker, I knew what she wore the previous day. I would always make it a point to check out what lingerie she wore on which day. I could almost make out the exact days she made love to my brother.)
It is for the first time I realized the problems my brother had to face in his professional life. One of the models for a photo shoot went down with a viral infection. The deadline given by the company was around the corner. I conveyed the same to brother. He talked to every possible model. The ones available were not suiting the product, the one's suiting the criteria were busy.
I decided to meet the company, who wanted this photo shoot, and delay the entire process. Once I met them, I realized that delaying was not quite possible for them. It is during the discussion I got an idea. I assured them that their project will be completed on time.
It was time to call up my brother and convey what I had in mind. We had a talk and a lengthy one. I told him to consider it and get back to me after he had contemplated all the angles.
It was way beyond dinner time when I reached home. My own work, the anti hacking one, had taken it's toll on my time. Priyanka was waiting at the dinner table when I arrived. We exchanged simple pleasantries as I started to eat my food. Hunger did not make me notice the looks she was giving me.
With Priyanka around, it was nothing less than a hell hole for me. The conversation, I had overheard, between my brother and Priyanka would replay in mind on a loop mode. I tried not to look at her in a sexual way but it was something beyond my control. I would always be in a constant state of excitement.
As time flew by, I observed that I loved the idea of having her around in the house. I simply loved the constant buzz in my mind and body - seeing her around. One thing was crystal clear to to me, I wanted to know everything about her. I felt as if I had turned into a stalker. What really helped me develop my stalker skills was Priyanka being open to the idea of being stalked.
It wasn't like she was acting all sluttish, it was just that she did not mind it (my brother too).
Job was not an issue for me, especially after graduation from the top college in India. I got the best of jobs with the best of perks. I was a team member of an online anti hacking unit. Within a period of 2 years, I was promoted to the position of team leader and an indispensible one as well.
My brother owned the most elite photo studio in town. He was always overbooked. Companies would hire him for calendar shoots, personal photo sessions, wedding sessions etc. He was always in demand, always. Time was a scarce commodity for him.
It was during one of the summers that he was called by a big wig politician. He came for a photo shoot of his daughter's wedding. He and his full team were already overbooked. Rahul could not afford to say no to the politician. Everyone knows that they are the dirtiest of the lot. My brother was under tremendous pressure. I asked him to go for the politician's daughters photo shoot and also assured him that I will take care of his office. Being indispensible had its perks. I duly got my company to agree to let me take care of brother's job for the time he was away. I would, quite obviously, be taking care of any emergencies that my job presented.
I observed a drastic difference in Priyanka's clothing while my brother was away. I found them to be a shade more revealing. I also observed that her lingerie selection had totally changed. (Don't ask me how I am supposed to know what lingerie she wears. Being her stalker, I knew what she wore the previous day. I would always make it a point to check out what lingerie she wore on which day. I could almost make out the exact days she made love to my brother.)
It is for the first time I realized the problems my brother had to face in his professional life. One of the models for a photo shoot went down with a viral infection. The deadline given by the company was around the corner. I conveyed the same to brother. He talked to every possible model. The ones available were not suiting the product, the one's suiting the criteria were busy.
I decided to meet the company, who wanted this photo shoot, and delay the entire process. Once I met them, I realized that delaying was not quite possible for them. It is during the discussion I got an idea. I assured them that their project will be completed on time.
It was time to call up my brother and convey what I had in mind. We had a talk and a lengthy one. I told him to consider it and get back to me after he had contemplated all the angles.
It was way beyond dinner time when I reached home. My own work, the anti hacking one, had taken it's toll on my time. Priyanka was waiting at the dinner table when I arrived. We exchanged simple pleasantries as I started to eat my food. Hunger did not make me notice the looks she was giving me.
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