04-11-2021, 11:56 AM
As Dharma uncle was signing, I looked at the Bangalow and saw a man in his white dhoti and white shirt staring at my wife through the window. As my wife was putting an entry into the book, she accidentally showed her cleavage as she was bending and filling up the entry, and the security officer constable was licking his lips and feasting his eyes over my wife’s cleavage. As she gave the pen to me and I was putting the entry, “Dr. Mythili Ramakrishan, you are a doctor madam?” the security officer constable asked. “Yes,” she said with full of pride. “I could guess it from your appearance, madam,” he said, ogling my wife and drooling. “Anyone else come for the Candidate interview, sir?” Dharma uncle asked. “No sir, today’s appointment is only for you,” the security officer constable said. “That’s good, time really favors us today I guess, everything is happening just as I planned. Hope she will get the ticket to contest in the elections,” Dharma uncle said looking at the constable. “Many had come in the morning sir, but when the Leader saw madam’s pictures, he was fully impressed with her looks and told me to send the rest of them away and wants to meet only madam, today,” the security officer constable said. “Wow, that’s great,” Dharma uncle exclaimed. “Sir, I have the feeling that, Leader will select Madam just for her looks. She looks more beautiful in real life than in the pictures,” the constable said. “Woman’s Beauty is a Weapon,” Dharma uncle said looking at my wife feeling proud of her. “It is sir,” the security officer constable said and opened the gate for us and we entered inside.
As we entered inside, there was nobody there except a white ambassador car and the driver sleeping inside. “Where are the others?” I asked. “This is Leader’s guest house, no one is allowed here,” Dharma uncle whispered. The security officer constable watching us, “open the door and go inside,” he said from the gate and we opened the door and went inside and took seats on the sofa. As me and my wife Mythili sat in awe, looking at the huge Duplex Bungalow, Dharma uncle began giving all the buildup about the politician and he is going to become Central Minister next year, my wife was totally impressed with the politician and understood that he is a big fish and very influential man. The landline phone next to our sofa rang and Dharma uncle answered the call, “Hello,” as Dharma uncle said. “Good morning, Dharma,” we could clearly hear the voice from the other line as the Bangalow was totally quiet. “Good morning sir,” Dharma uncle said. Clearly it was the politician on the other line. “Saw her pictures, Dharma, she is beautiful, I am impressed,” the politician said. “Thank you sir,” as Dharma was thanking him over the phone, he smiled at us and showed us a thumbs up and me and my wife looked at each other and started beaming as if we got the ticket to contest in the elections. “What is she wearing?” the politician asked. Dharma uncle looked at my wife, “White kurti and white leggings sir,” Dhamra uncle said. “Should have told her to come in saree, Dharma. You know how a woman politician dresses, right?” as the politician was saying over the phone. “Ram, I thought of wearing a saree today, but out of laziness I decided not to,” my wife was cursing herself. “Sir, please forgive us, in a hurry she wore this and came,” Dharma uncle said. “In a hurry? In a hurry she forgot to wear her bra and panties? Ha ha ha” he politician laughed over the phone. “Sir.. sorry … it’s all my fault, I should have instructed her tomorrow itself,” as Dharma uncle was saying apologetically, my wife felt sorry for him.
To be continued ..
As we entered inside, there was nobody there except a white ambassador car and the driver sleeping inside. “Where are the others?” I asked. “This is Leader’s guest house, no one is allowed here,” Dharma uncle whispered. The security officer constable watching us, “open the door and go inside,” he said from the gate and we opened the door and went inside and took seats on the sofa. As me and my wife Mythili sat in awe, looking at the huge Duplex Bungalow, Dharma uncle began giving all the buildup about the politician and he is going to become Central Minister next year, my wife was totally impressed with the politician and understood that he is a big fish and very influential man. The landline phone next to our sofa rang and Dharma uncle answered the call, “Hello,” as Dharma uncle said. “Good morning, Dharma,” we could clearly hear the voice from the other line as the Bangalow was totally quiet. “Good morning sir,” Dharma uncle said. Clearly it was the politician on the other line. “Saw her pictures, Dharma, she is beautiful, I am impressed,” the politician said. “Thank you sir,” as Dharma was thanking him over the phone, he smiled at us and showed us a thumbs up and me and my wife looked at each other and started beaming as if we got the ticket to contest in the elections. “What is she wearing?” the politician asked. Dharma uncle looked at my wife, “White kurti and white leggings sir,” Dhamra uncle said. “Should have told her to come in saree, Dharma. You know how a woman politician dresses, right?” as the politician was saying over the phone. “Ram, I thought of wearing a saree today, but out of laziness I decided not to,” my wife was cursing herself. “Sir, please forgive us, in a hurry she wore this and came,” Dharma uncle said. “In a hurry? In a hurry she forgot to wear her bra and panties? Ha ha ha” he politician laughed over the phone. “Sir.. sorry … it’s all my fault, I should have instructed her tomorrow itself,” as Dharma uncle was saying apologetically, my wife felt sorry for him.
To be continued ..
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