Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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As my mom began counting the money, “Director Sir, look how flawless Ammu’s skin is,” the Hero said, drifting my sister’s pallu aside and revealing her waist and navel.  My sister was clearly feeling shy and was trying to cover her navel.  “Now do you believe that my selection is always the best, Hero Sir?” the director said.  “I don’t know about other things, Director Sir, but Ammu’s selection is the best,” he said and turned my sister around and tried to hug her, but my sister was refusing to hug him.  “Why is she refusing to hug him?  If she will not hug him, how will she hug on the sets and romance him in the movie?” the producer asked, looking at the director and my mom.  “No Producer sir, she will hug him, she is just feeling shy, isn’t it Sathya?” the director said and signalled my mom to tell my sister to hug the hero properly.  “It's okay Ammu, hug him properly, it's all acting,” as my mom encouraged my sister, and as the Hero started hugging my sister, my sister started hugging him back.  “Producer sir, you don’t have to be rude to her, she is new to acting that’s why she is feeling shy, isn’t it, Ammu?” the hero said.  “Yeah Sir,” as my sister whispered.  “See?” he said looking at the producer.  My mom looked at the producer and smiled at him and continued counting the money.