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Chapter 2: Selvam’s Quiet Strength
The solitude that followed Ashok’s departure to the US weighed heavily on Selvam, yet it fueled a transformation within him. His world, once centered around his son, now expanded to embrace the community he called home. Selvam found purpose in guiding others towards a healthier lifestyle, driven by his own deep-seated understanding of fitness and nutrition.
Selvam wasn’t your typical 48-year-old. Years of disciplined training and a high-protein diet had sculpted a physique that belied his age. He moved with an agility and strength that impressed everyone. His days began before sunrise, with a rigorous workout in his home gym, followed by a breakfast of eggs, nuts, and a green smoothie.
He started conducting free fitness training sessions in the local park. Middle-aged men and women, initially hesitant, soon found themselves drawn to Selvam’s infectious enthusiasm and practical advice. He taught them the importance of strength training, not just for building muscle, but for maintaining bone density and overall well-being. He shared his recipes for protein-rich meals and explained how small dietary changes could lead to significant improvements in health.
Ashok, video calls Selvam almost every other day even after getting married. “Appa, Vanitha seems stressed, she cannot pick what color saree she wants to Deepavali” Ashok chuckled. “She wants to have all the colors, but she’s can't make up her mind.”
Selvam, stroking his chin playfully. “Ashok, Vanitha has a tough choice of course.” he played along. Vanitha yanked the phone from Ashok's hands playfully yelled at her father-in-law "Mama, are you teaming up with him, I thought you are on my side."
"Of course, my dear, I am always on your side." Selvam laughed.
It had been a few years since his wife had passed away. His days were spent keeping busy with work and his passion for fitness, and his evenings were usually spent watching TV or reading.
"Vanitha, you know, I am pleasantly surprised you are more traditional unlike girls these days."
Vanitha wore a low-cut t-shirt and she tried to show Selvam the saree choice on FaceTime and she had to bend to frame the saree and herself in the camera so Selvam can see it. Selvam is looking at the saree and he sees Vanitha's ample cleavage on the screen.
"Vanitha, the saree is fine." Selvam blushed, turning his gaze away from the screen.
"Is this making you uncomfortable, mama?" Vanitha teased, pretending to cover her chest.
"No, no, my dear, please continue with the shopping."
"No I need your help to chose"
Vanitha's hand was dainty as she covered her ample cleavage with one palm, the fabric of her t-shirt stretched tautly across her chest.
The t-shirt she was wearing was a bright pink, softly hugging her figure. Her hand, covered in a deep maroon fabric, rested gently over her chest, partially obscuring the ample cleavage that peeked out from beneath.
Vanitha's fingers gently curved over her chest, covering her exposed cleavage with one palm. Her t-shirt was bunched up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, golden skin.
She covered her cleavage with one palm only as obligatory... as she's very comfortable with the family as Selvam is like a father to her.
Her hand was like a delicate flower, shielding the garden of her curves from the gaze of others. But her eyes sparkled with mischief, inviting a peek into the forbidden.
Selvam struggled to keep his gaze away from her supple breasts that was perky and round. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not a pervert. He thought to himself.
You know you will look good in both sarees but I think you already have that pink color, why don't you pick the yellow saree.
After chatting with them for few mins Selvam hung up the phone and lost in thoughts about what had happened. He felt bad that he was thinking about his daughter-in-law in such a sexual way. What was happening to him? He wondered. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head and went back to watching TV.
That night, as he lay in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Vanitha. He imagined running his hands over her smooth skin, kissing her soft lips, and caressing her full breasts. His dark thick cock, swollen and erect, throbbed with desire. Selvam never used to jerk-off but something came over him that night. Selvam stroked his length, pleasure coursing through his body as he envisioned making love to her.
The guilt and shame he felt afterwards only served to fuel his obsession. He knew he had to find a way to stop himself from crossing the line, but every night he found himself thinking about Vanitha, her luscious curves and inviting smile.
The solitude that followed Ashok’s departure to the US weighed heavily on Selvam, yet it fueled a transformation within him. His world, once centered around his son, now expanded to embrace the community he called home. Selvam found purpose in guiding others towards a healthier lifestyle, driven by his own deep-seated understanding of fitness and nutrition.
Selvam wasn’t your typical 48-year-old. Years of disciplined training and a high-protein diet had sculpted a physique that belied his age. He moved with an agility and strength that impressed everyone. His days began before sunrise, with a rigorous workout in his home gym, followed by a breakfast of eggs, nuts, and a green smoothie.
He started conducting free fitness training sessions in the local park. Middle-aged men and women, initially hesitant, soon found themselves drawn to Selvam’s infectious enthusiasm and practical advice. He taught them the importance of strength training, not just for building muscle, but for maintaining bone density and overall well-being. He shared his recipes for protein-rich meals and explained how small dietary changes could lead to significant improvements in health.
Ashok, video calls Selvam almost every other day even after getting married. “Appa, Vanitha seems stressed, she cannot pick what color saree she wants to Deepavali” Ashok chuckled. “She wants to have all the colors, but she’s can't make up her mind.”
Selvam, stroking his chin playfully. “Ashok, Vanitha has a tough choice of course.” he played along. Vanitha yanked the phone from Ashok's hands playfully yelled at her father-in-law "Mama, are you teaming up with him, I thought you are on my side."
"Of course, my dear, I am always on your side." Selvam laughed.
It had been a few years since his wife had passed away. His days were spent keeping busy with work and his passion for fitness, and his evenings were usually spent watching TV or reading.
"Vanitha, you know, I am pleasantly surprised you are more traditional unlike girls these days."
Vanitha wore a low-cut t-shirt and she tried to show Selvam the saree choice on FaceTime and she had to bend to frame the saree and herself in the camera so Selvam can see it. Selvam is looking at the saree and he sees Vanitha's ample cleavage on the screen.
"Vanitha, the saree is fine." Selvam blushed, turning his gaze away from the screen.
"Is this making you uncomfortable, mama?" Vanitha teased, pretending to cover her chest.
"No, no, my dear, please continue with the shopping."
"No I need your help to chose"
Vanitha's hand was dainty as she covered her ample cleavage with one palm, the fabric of her t-shirt stretched tautly across her chest.
The t-shirt she was wearing was a bright pink, softly hugging her figure. Her hand, covered in a deep maroon fabric, rested gently over her chest, partially obscuring the ample cleavage that peeked out from beneath.
Vanitha's fingers gently curved over her chest, covering her exposed cleavage with one palm. Her t-shirt was bunched up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, golden skin.
She covered her cleavage with one palm only as obligatory... as she's very comfortable with the family as Selvam is like a father to her.
Her hand was like a delicate flower, shielding the garden of her curves from the gaze of others. But her eyes sparkled with mischief, inviting a peek into the forbidden.
Selvam struggled to keep his gaze away from her supple breasts that was perky and round. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not a pervert. He thought to himself.
You know you will look good in both sarees but I think you already have that pink color, why don't you pick the yellow saree.
After chatting with them for few mins Selvam hung up the phone and lost in thoughts about what had happened. He felt bad that he was thinking about his daughter-in-law in such a sexual way. What was happening to him? He wondered. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head and went back to watching TV.
That night, as he lay in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Vanitha. He imagined running his hands over her smooth skin, kissing her soft lips, and caressing her full breasts. His dark thick cock, swollen and erect, throbbed with desire. Selvam never used to jerk-off but something came over him that night. Selvam stroked his length, pleasure coursing through his body as he envisioned making love to her.
The guilt and shame he felt afterwards only served to fuel his obsession. He knew he had to find a way to stop himself from crossing the line, but every night he found himself thinking about Vanitha, her luscious curves and inviting smile.
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