02-02-2021, 04:41 PM
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The windows and doors received new curtains, few colourful cups were bought and
many other changes happened around the house and for both of us. It became a daily
routine that her touch was evident all over the place. Sometimes she used to be there
waiting for me anxiously, sometimes she would leave sticky notes on the fridge
reminding me about what was to be bought what all she need to decorate the house.
She never told anyone that she visits my house, even to her friend, Parineeta. Whenever
Parineeta asked Titli about her whereabouts, she used to avoid her queries by giving
excuses.
One day I noticed that my cupboard was also not mine. I observed that one of the racks
has been taken over by Titli’s belongings. Few flimsy slips, few skimpy undergarments,
few pairs of jeans and tops, few dress materials and her combs creams etc. I took out
one her red coloured skimpy nether garment. It was silky to touch; my freaking
imaginations ran wild that the tiny piece of cloth covered the most intimate part of her
anatomy.
My pervert mind vanquished me. I visualised her only in that piece of cloth on her
crotch with not a string around her opulent frame. I pressed that piece of cloth on my
nose and took a deep breath to inhale the odour of her sanctum sanctorum. I laughed at
my behaviour and kept that in its place.
I was unable to sleep properly that night. Whenever I closed my eyes, her curvaceous
figure came in front of me. She stood in a huge pearl shell like the birth of venus and
that skimpy undergarment covering her crotch.
Next day Titli was present at the house when I returned. She was on the couch and I was
on the floor reclining my head on her lap and having tea. She was playing with my hair
and we were watching some programme on tv.
She said to me, “Remember to buy the ration of this month. Most of the items are
finished and I have prepared the list also.”
“Anything special you want to order?” I asked her.
She said, “Nothing as of now, just stick to the list. It is in the kitchen.”
I asked her, “Tell me, do you go to college every day?”
She answered, “Whenever there are no classes I come here and enjoy my time by
reading those novels or idly sitting on the couch watching TV or doing something in the
kitchen. I love to be here, I feel very safe here. Sometimes I just cuddle your shirt and
goto sleep. But why are you asking this?”
“Hmmm.... I found your clothes in my cupboard, that’s why I was asking.” I said to her.
She slapped on my head and said, “That’s the reason I found my clothes messed up.”
She whispered in my ears, “What did you do with my clothes?”
My face turned red by the mere thought that how pervert I acted the other day. I shook
my head, “No no, I did not touch your clothes.” I looked up to see the expression of her
face.
Her creamy cheeks turned red, she screamed at me “I know that you were playing with
my undergarments. You pervert, sick devil.”
I whispered, “I am sorry Titli, but I loved the smell of that skimpy garment.”
There was rosy temper in her eyes. She screamed at me, “You are an evil scoundrel. I am
not going to talk to you.” She started to beat me, “I hate you, hate you ...”
I threw my arms around her and braced her tightly, “Oh, honey I love your curses.”
many other changes happened around the house and for both of us. It became a daily
routine that her touch was evident all over the place. Sometimes she used to be there
waiting for me anxiously, sometimes she would leave sticky notes on the fridge
reminding me about what was to be bought what all she need to decorate the house.
She never told anyone that she visits my house, even to her friend, Parineeta. Whenever
Parineeta asked Titli about her whereabouts, she used to avoid her queries by giving
excuses.
One day I noticed that my cupboard was also not mine. I observed that one of the racks
has been taken over by Titli’s belongings. Few flimsy slips, few skimpy undergarments,
few pairs of jeans and tops, few dress materials and her combs creams etc. I took out
one her red coloured skimpy nether garment. It was silky to touch; my freaking
imaginations ran wild that the tiny piece of cloth covered the most intimate part of her
anatomy.
My pervert mind vanquished me. I visualised her only in that piece of cloth on her
crotch with not a string around her opulent frame. I pressed that piece of cloth on my
nose and took a deep breath to inhale the odour of her sanctum sanctorum. I laughed at
my behaviour and kept that in its place.
I was unable to sleep properly that night. Whenever I closed my eyes, her curvaceous
figure came in front of me. She stood in a huge pearl shell like the birth of venus and
that skimpy undergarment covering her crotch.
Next day Titli was present at the house when I returned. She was on the couch and I was
on the floor reclining my head on her lap and having tea. She was playing with my hair
and we were watching some programme on tv.
She said to me, “Remember to buy the ration of this month. Most of the items are
finished and I have prepared the list also.”
“Anything special you want to order?” I asked her.
She said, “Nothing as of now, just stick to the list. It is in the kitchen.”
I asked her, “Tell me, do you go to college every day?”
She answered, “Whenever there are no classes I come here and enjoy my time by
reading those novels or idly sitting on the couch watching TV or doing something in the
kitchen. I love to be here, I feel very safe here. Sometimes I just cuddle your shirt and
goto sleep. But why are you asking this?”
“Hmmm.... I found your clothes in my cupboard, that’s why I was asking.” I said to her.
She slapped on my head and said, “That’s the reason I found my clothes messed up.”
She whispered in my ears, “What did you do with my clothes?”
My face turned red by the mere thought that how pervert I acted the other day. I shook
my head, “No no, I did not touch your clothes.” I looked up to see the expression of her
face.
Her creamy cheeks turned red, she screamed at me “I know that you were playing with
my undergarments. You pervert, sick devil.”
I whispered, “I am sorry Titli, but I loved the smell of that skimpy garment.”
There was rosy temper in her eyes. She screamed at me, “You are an evil scoundrel. I am
not going to talk to you.” She started to beat me, “I hate you, hate you ...”
I threw my arms around her and braced her tightly, “Oh, honey I love your curses.”
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