The spectator (A story of my life)
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The city was all lit up, like a giant party was about to start. It was two days before Diwali, and Kolkata was already buzzing with excitement. I was in my office on the 16th floor, watching the lights from my window.

I was done with work for the day, feeling happy and relaxed. My family business has been around for generations, and it's doing well. But today, I wasn't thinking about work. Diwali was in the air, and I was excited too.

Suddenly, I heard a faint ticking sound. I looked around the office, but I couldn't see anything unusual.  It must be the building's AC unit, I thought.

Then I saw our car pull up downstairs. I left the office and came down by lift.  There she was, my Sayantani, waiting for me outside the car.  She was beautiful, as always.  Her milky fair skin glowed in the evening light, her big eyes sparkling with anticipation.  Her voluptuous figure was perfectly framed by a blue linen saree, the matching sleeveless blouse exposing her shapely hands.  A small beauty spot rested just above her pink, juicy lips.  She was so quiet, so shy, but her smile was radiant.

"Ready for Diwali shopping?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

"Always," I replied, feeling excited. We were going to Bara Bazar Market, a huge market full of Diwali decorations. I could already smell the sweets and incense, hear the people talking, and feel the warmth of the city.

I took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine.  She squeezed my hand gently, her eyes sparkling with joy.  Tonight, as we stepped into the bustling city, I felt like I was walking into a dream.

I opened the car door for her, and she gracefully slid into the seat. As she settled in, I noticed something new. The blouse, almost backless, revealed her entire back, a smooth expanse of bright skin.  The curve of her spine was a beautiful line, leading down to the delicate curve of her waist.  Her shoulders were slender and graceful, the skin there as soft and smooth as a baby's.  A tiny mole, like a dark star, rested just below her shoulder blade.  It was a sight that took my breath away.  I couldn't help but smile, picturing the crowd of Bara Bazar witnessing this beautiful spectacle.
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The spectator (A story of my life) - by mvids - 04-11-2024, 12:19 AM
RE: The spectator (A story of my life) - by mvids - 05-11-2024, 11:24 PM
RE: The spectator (A story of my life) - by bicks - 09-11-2024, 02:54 PM
RE: The spectator (A story of my life) - by mvids - 06-11-2024, 04:18 PM



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