13-12-2021, 05:09 PM
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Meanwhile, Ramya noticed my presence. They both split apart casually without showing any rush or embarrassment. Ramya without any guilt or different feeling of me seeing her fight with her BIL welcomed me. She offered a seat on the sofa. I could not get rid of the visuals I seen last 5 minutes.
She interrupted me and said, “Pooja, hope you identified who that donkey is right? He is my brother in law.” I smiled at her.
I know that she is staying with her in-laws and started wondering where are they? Hearing my voice, an old mom just came into the hall from somewhere and welcomed me. Ramya introduced her as her mother in law. Her MIL greeted me and complained to me.
“See dear, these kids grown up and still fighting like college kids. I’m fed up with these two monkeys. I don’t know when these monkeys will change.” Ramya laughed at her MIL’s comment and I too joined their laugh. Her MIL left us to chat and went inside.
Ramya and I sat on the sofa opposite to each other and started chatting. She started sharing family pics etc. My mind was not focusing on the discussion. I was not paying attention to what she is telling. Rather I was visualizing their intimacy and my thoughts were around it.
While we were discussing, Manoj just crossed us from inside. Ramya shouted at him “Hey pig, how many times I’ve told that don’t fight too hard? My shoulders are paining like hell.” He laughed and responded, “Root cause is you. You should have left remote with me without a fight.”
She stopped arguing and just she just signaled him something and pointed her fingers on her shoulder. I was wondering what she is signaling for. Manoj walked to her, went to her back as she is sitting on the sofa. He gently started massaging her shoulder from behind.
I realized that she signaled him for a massage for her shoulder pain. She gave some relax feeling on her face and she casually continued chatting with me on other topics. My goodness, what chemistry and understanding between them? I could not focus on what she is saying.
It would be too bad to stare at the massage activity. So casually engaged with her in conversation and gave a discreet look on how/what he is massaging. He is not doing something explicit or bad. But gently he started pressing all over her shoulders and neck.
She continued to chat with me and casually raised her one hand completely up. He started massaging the upper hand, and he snapped his five fingers with her five fingers and started massaging them. After that, he snapped each finger separately and they both repeated on the other hand.
The way they both are doing this without any discussion looks like it is their routine. I was jealously watching her. Half an hour passed and I reminded her that we need to get ready for the reception. Ramya said “Ok Pooja, come to my room. I’ll show you the party dress (saree). I’ll get ready and we can leave.”
She took me to her room and showed me the new saree and other fancy items that she got to wear for this reception. I just formally appreciated that all looks good. Just to give her privacy to wear her saree, I turned the other side and started browsing my mobile.
She started wearing saree, skirt, etc. behind me. Finally, she hinted to me that she completed her dressing. I turned back to her and she looked gorgeous in her saree and I noticed that her blouse was not properly stitched. It appeared too tight for her.
As her blouse is too tight, the major part of her boob was popping out at the cleavage area. I thought of pointing this out to her and felt that it may disappoint her. Therefore, I did hold back my thoughts to tell her. I formally appreciated that her dress looks good.
She said to me looking her knees, “Pleat needs to adjusted/creased.” She just called, “Manoj, come here.” I understood that she is calling her brother in law. He opened the door, entered her room, and asked her, “What Anni?” She just pointed him to her knee.
He kneels down on feet and started adjusted her saree pleats in order and creased them from top to bottom to form steps, step by layer. He raised hands without lifting his face. She handed over a pin to his hand. He pinned the pleats together. I wondered again at their casual body language communication without any words.
Without spelling a word, he understood her need. Usually, I have heard husbands doing saree pleat adjustment for the wife. But I am seeing the first-time brother in law doing this to SIL. It was so romantic to watch. He completed the pleat and stood up.
He looked at her dress, he started looking at her blouse at the shoulder, and his face changed. He casually asked her to turn and show her side pose. She turned and posed her left side to him, where her hip and boobs are visible at a side angle. I wondered how casually and indirectly he is asking her to show her boobs.
He looked deep on hip and blouse and complained her straight. “Anni, blouse doesn’t fit well for you. It is too tight and it appears exposing.” I was stunned at them as for how closely he looks at her boobs and directly commenting it as tight and exposing.
She interrupted me and said, “Pooja, hope you identified who that donkey is right? He is my brother in law.” I smiled at her.
I know that she is staying with her in-laws and started wondering where are they? Hearing my voice, an old mom just came into the hall from somewhere and welcomed me. Ramya introduced her as her mother in law. Her MIL greeted me and complained to me.
“See dear, these kids grown up and still fighting like college kids. I’m fed up with these two monkeys. I don’t know when these monkeys will change.” Ramya laughed at her MIL’s comment and I too joined their laugh. Her MIL left us to chat and went inside.
Ramya and I sat on the sofa opposite to each other and started chatting. She started sharing family pics etc. My mind was not focusing on the discussion. I was not paying attention to what she is telling. Rather I was visualizing their intimacy and my thoughts were around it.
While we were discussing, Manoj just crossed us from inside. Ramya shouted at him “Hey pig, how many times I’ve told that don’t fight too hard? My shoulders are paining like hell.” He laughed and responded, “Root cause is you. You should have left remote with me without a fight.”
She stopped arguing and just she just signaled him something and pointed her fingers on her shoulder. I was wondering what she is signaling for. Manoj walked to her, went to her back as she is sitting on the sofa. He gently started massaging her shoulder from behind.
I realized that she signaled him for a massage for her shoulder pain. She gave some relax feeling on her face and she casually continued chatting with me on other topics. My goodness, what chemistry and understanding between them? I could not focus on what she is saying.
It would be too bad to stare at the massage activity. So casually engaged with her in conversation and gave a discreet look on how/what he is massaging. He is not doing something explicit or bad. But gently he started pressing all over her shoulders and neck.
She continued to chat with me and casually raised her one hand completely up. He started massaging the upper hand, and he snapped his five fingers with her five fingers and started massaging them. After that, he snapped each finger separately and they both repeated on the other hand.
The way they both are doing this without any discussion looks like it is their routine. I was jealously watching her. Half an hour passed and I reminded her that we need to get ready for the reception. Ramya said “Ok Pooja, come to my room. I’ll show you the party dress (saree). I’ll get ready and we can leave.”
She took me to her room and showed me the new saree and other fancy items that she got to wear for this reception. I just formally appreciated that all looks good. Just to give her privacy to wear her saree, I turned the other side and started browsing my mobile.
She started wearing saree, skirt, etc. behind me. Finally, she hinted to me that she completed her dressing. I turned back to her and she looked gorgeous in her saree and I noticed that her blouse was not properly stitched. It appeared too tight for her.
As her blouse is too tight, the major part of her boob was popping out at the cleavage area. I thought of pointing this out to her and felt that it may disappoint her. Therefore, I did hold back my thoughts to tell her. I formally appreciated that her dress looks good.
She said to me looking her knees, “Pleat needs to adjusted/creased.” She just called, “Manoj, come here.” I understood that she is calling her brother in law. He opened the door, entered her room, and asked her, “What Anni?” She just pointed him to her knee.
He kneels down on feet and started adjusted her saree pleats in order and creased them from top to bottom to form steps, step by layer. He raised hands without lifting his face. She handed over a pin to his hand. He pinned the pleats together. I wondered again at their casual body language communication without any words.
Without spelling a word, he understood her need. Usually, I have heard husbands doing saree pleat adjustment for the wife. But I am seeing the first-time brother in law doing this to SIL. It was so romantic to watch. He completed the pleat and stood up.
He looked at her dress, he started looking at her blouse at the shoulder, and his face changed. He casually asked her to turn and show her side pose. She turned and posed her left side to him, where her hip and boobs are visible at a side angle. I wondered how casually and indirectly he is asking her to show her boobs.
He looked deep on hip and blouse and complained her straight. “Anni, blouse doesn’t fit well for you. It is too tight and it appears exposing.” I was stunned at them as for how closely he looks at her boobs and directly commenting it as tight and exposing.
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