02-04-2025, 08:54 AM
A Pleasant Morning
It was a soothing morning. Vanitha was in the kitchen of her home, preparing coffee for her husband Vinith and their children, Ramesh and Uma. Standing at five feet six inches with a fair, radiant complexion, her shoulder-length "free hair" secured with a single small black clip, Vanitha looked stunning in her red polka-dotted two-piece nightie—like a model straight out of an advertisement! It was this captivating beauty that had enchanted Vinith into a love marriage with her. No one who saw her would believe she was the mother of two children. Vanitha maintained her figure impeccably, her body firm and shapely, thanks to the yoga she practiced every morning.
She poured the coffee she’d brewed into a Venice jug and carried it, along with three empty glasses, toward the bedroom. There, sprawled across the king-sized bed, lay her children and husband. With a gentle tap, she roused them, flashing a golden smile and a cheerful "Good morning" as she poured the coffee into three cups and handed it to them. The trio stretched lazily, sipped the coffee, and shuffled off toward the bathroom. Vanitha returned to the kitchen with the empty cups in hand.
Half an hour later, the children, now dressed in their college uniforms, plopped down at the dining table in the kitchen, shouting, "Food!" "One minute," Vanitha replied as she began serving the meal she’d prepared. The kids took what they wanted and started eating. Vinith joined them, serving himself a portion and digging in. While washing dishes at the sink, Vanitha glanced back to ensure her husband and children were eating before immersing herself fully in her tasks.
As Vanitha finished her chores and wiped down the table, the sound of the college van’s horn echoed from the doorstep. "Bye, Ma!" the kids yelled, dashing out. "Bye!" she called back, finishing the table, placing the cloth near the sink, and heading toward her bedroom. Vinith approached from the opposite direction, a bag slung over his shoulder. Playfully, he pinched the sliver of her waist visible in the small gap between her nightie top and pants. "Ow! Amma, what’s this before heading to the office?" she exclaimed, giving his cheek a light slap. "So I don’t forget you until I get back from the office!" he grinned, heading toward the door. "Hmph! Bye," she said, catching his faint "Bye" from outside as he left. She walked to the door, locked it, and returned to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, she grabbed a towel from the shelf and stepped into the attached bathroom to bathe. Hanging her nightie top, pants, bra, and panties on the bathroom rack, she stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over her naked body. Ten minutes later, she emerged with just a towel wrapped around her, slipping into a pair of maroon fancy panties and a matching bra from the shelf. She then took a hanger holding a saree, petticoat, and blouse, tossed it onto the bed, and began dressing—first the petticoat, then the blouse, and finally the saree. Sitting at the dressing table mirror, she started applying makeup. In five minutes, with a light dusting of powder and a touch of cream, she was elegantly ready. Having tied the saree low on her hips, she adjusted it to cover her waist, the maroon fabric accentuating her beauty. She gave herself one last look in the mirror before leaving the house through the hall.
Locking the front door, she took her maroon car, drove it out, locked the gate, and set off toward her company. Vanitha worked at a multinational computer chip manufacturing firm. She had joined as a marketing executive at the age of 23, shortly after her marriage, and now, at 31, her sincerity had propelled her to the position of marketing head. Parking her car in the company lot, she walked toward the glass elevator, admiring the ultra-modern, glass-laden office as she ascended to her seventh-floor cabin.
Stepping out of the elevator, she spotted Mr. Ambarish, the company’s GM, approaching. "Good morning, sir!" she greeted with a smile. Mr. Ambarish, a tall man of her father’s age with white hair, always wore a coat. "Good morning, my child!" he replied warmly, drawing closer. He held great respect and affection for Vanitha, recognizing her as a key contributor to the company’s success.
"Vanitha! I have some good news for you!"
"What, sir?"
"You’re getting an increment next month!"
"Wow! Thank you, sir, thank you very much!"
"But there’s a small formality first…"
"What’s that, sir?"
"You need to go to Delhi for a four-day training!"
"Don’t worry, Vanitha! You’ll be well taken care of by the company."
"It’s not that, sir. I was thinking about my children…"
"Come on, Vanitha, do you have infants at home?"
"No, sir, it’s not that…"
"No more ‘sir.’ You’re going!" he said playfully, issuing a mock command.
"Yes, sir!"
"That’s my child. When’s the training, sir?"
"Next Friday, you’ll fly out. And Mr. Angith is coming with you."
"Sir, who’s Angith?"
"Angith is our Chennai marketing head. He’s arriving today on the 12 o’clock flight, and you’ll be receiving him."
"Yes, sir!"
"Then you’ll train him here for two days, and after that, you’ll both head to Delhi. Okay?"
"Okay!"
"Pick him up in the company car, drop him at our regular star hotel, and start his training tomorrow. Bye," he said, walking toward the elevator. "Bye, sir," Vanitha replied, heading to her cabin, setting down her lunch bag, and preparing to fetch Mr. Angith.
At noon, Vanitha waited at the airport entrance in the company car for Mr. Angith. At 12:10, she recognized him approaching with the company driver. Mr. Angith, fair-skinned and standing at 5’9”, looked like a Hindi film star. The driver pointed her out, and Angith waved at her. She waved back, lifting her right hand, which caused her saree to slip, revealing her midriff and navel. In her maroon saree, the fair, slightly fleshy expanse of her waist and the round hollow of her navel caught Angith’s eye. Quickly regaining her composure, she adjusted her saree with her hand, covering herself up to her waist as he approached. "Hello, sir! I’m Vanitha, marketing head," she said. "Hello, I’m Angith! Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking her hand. They got into the car and headed toward the hotel.
After a half-hour drive, they reached the hotel entrance. "Okay, Mrs. Vanitha, see you tomorrow at the office. Bye," Angith said, stepping out. "Okay, bye. Take rest," she replied, driving back to the office. She finished her work by 4 PM and returned home by 4:30. Seeing the maid waiting at the doorstep, she asked, "Been here long?" while unlocking the door. "No, ma, I just arrived," the elderly woman replied, starting to clean the house. Vanitha went to her bedroom, changed back into her two-piece nightie, and began her tasks.
It was a soothing morning. Vanitha was in the kitchen of her home, preparing coffee for her husband Vinith and their children, Ramesh and Uma. Standing at five feet six inches with a fair, radiant complexion, her shoulder-length "free hair" secured with a single small black clip, Vanitha looked stunning in her red polka-dotted two-piece nightie—like a model straight out of an advertisement! It was this captivating beauty that had enchanted Vinith into a love marriage with her. No one who saw her would believe she was the mother of two children. Vanitha maintained her figure impeccably, her body firm and shapely, thanks to the yoga she practiced every morning.
She poured the coffee she’d brewed into a Venice jug and carried it, along with three empty glasses, toward the bedroom. There, sprawled across the king-sized bed, lay her children and husband. With a gentle tap, she roused them, flashing a golden smile and a cheerful "Good morning" as she poured the coffee into three cups and handed it to them. The trio stretched lazily, sipped the coffee, and shuffled off toward the bathroom. Vanitha returned to the kitchen with the empty cups in hand.
Half an hour later, the children, now dressed in their college uniforms, plopped down at the dining table in the kitchen, shouting, "Food!" "One minute," Vanitha replied as she began serving the meal she’d prepared. The kids took what they wanted and started eating. Vinith joined them, serving himself a portion and digging in. While washing dishes at the sink, Vanitha glanced back to ensure her husband and children were eating before immersing herself fully in her tasks.
As Vanitha finished her chores and wiped down the table, the sound of the college van’s horn echoed from the doorstep. "Bye, Ma!" the kids yelled, dashing out. "Bye!" she called back, finishing the table, placing the cloth near the sink, and heading toward her bedroom. Vinith approached from the opposite direction, a bag slung over his shoulder. Playfully, he pinched the sliver of her waist visible in the small gap between her nightie top and pants. "Ow! Amma, what’s this before heading to the office?" she exclaimed, giving his cheek a light slap. "So I don’t forget you until I get back from the office!" he grinned, heading toward the door. "Hmph! Bye," she said, catching his faint "Bye" from outside as he left. She walked to the door, locked it, and returned to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, she grabbed a towel from the shelf and stepped into the attached bathroom to bathe. Hanging her nightie top, pants, bra, and panties on the bathroom rack, she stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over her naked body. Ten minutes later, she emerged with just a towel wrapped around her, slipping into a pair of maroon fancy panties and a matching bra from the shelf. She then took a hanger holding a saree, petticoat, and blouse, tossed it onto the bed, and began dressing—first the petticoat, then the blouse, and finally the saree. Sitting at the dressing table mirror, she started applying makeup. In five minutes, with a light dusting of powder and a touch of cream, she was elegantly ready. Having tied the saree low on her hips, she adjusted it to cover her waist, the maroon fabric accentuating her beauty. She gave herself one last look in the mirror before leaving the house through the hall.
Locking the front door, she took her maroon car, drove it out, locked the gate, and set off toward her company. Vanitha worked at a multinational computer chip manufacturing firm. She had joined as a marketing executive at the age of 23, shortly after her marriage, and now, at 31, her sincerity had propelled her to the position of marketing head. Parking her car in the company lot, she walked toward the glass elevator, admiring the ultra-modern, glass-laden office as she ascended to her seventh-floor cabin.
Stepping out of the elevator, she spotted Mr. Ambarish, the company’s GM, approaching. "Good morning, sir!" she greeted with a smile. Mr. Ambarish, a tall man of her father’s age with white hair, always wore a coat. "Good morning, my child!" he replied warmly, drawing closer. He held great respect and affection for Vanitha, recognizing her as a key contributor to the company’s success.
"Vanitha! I have some good news for you!"
"What, sir?"
"You’re getting an increment next month!"
"Wow! Thank you, sir, thank you very much!"
"But there’s a small formality first…"
"What’s that, sir?"
"You need to go to Delhi for a four-day training!"
"Don’t worry, Vanitha! You’ll be well taken care of by the company."
"It’s not that, sir. I was thinking about my children…"
"Come on, Vanitha, do you have infants at home?"
"No, sir, it’s not that…"
"No more ‘sir.’ You’re going!" he said playfully, issuing a mock command.
"Yes, sir!"
"That’s my child. When’s the training, sir?"
"Next Friday, you’ll fly out. And Mr. Angith is coming with you."
"Sir, who’s Angith?"
"Angith is our Chennai marketing head. He’s arriving today on the 12 o’clock flight, and you’ll be receiving him."
"Yes, sir!"
"Then you’ll train him here for two days, and after that, you’ll both head to Delhi. Okay?"
"Okay!"
"Pick him up in the company car, drop him at our regular star hotel, and start his training tomorrow. Bye," he said, walking toward the elevator. "Bye, sir," Vanitha replied, heading to her cabin, setting down her lunch bag, and preparing to fetch Mr. Angith.
At noon, Vanitha waited at the airport entrance in the company car for Mr. Angith. At 12:10, she recognized him approaching with the company driver. Mr. Angith, fair-skinned and standing at 5’9”, looked like a Hindi film star. The driver pointed her out, and Angith waved at her. She waved back, lifting her right hand, which caused her saree to slip, revealing her midriff and navel. In her maroon saree, the fair, slightly fleshy expanse of her waist and the round hollow of her navel caught Angith’s eye. Quickly regaining her composure, she adjusted her saree with her hand, covering herself up to her waist as he approached. "Hello, sir! I’m Vanitha, marketing head," she said. "Hello, I’m Angith! Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking her hand. They got into the car and headed toward the hotel.
After a half-hour drive, they reached the hotel entrance. "Okay, Mrs. Vanitha, see you tomorrow at the office. Bye," Angith said, stepping out. "Okay, bye. Take rest," she replied, driving back to the office. She finished her work by 4 PM and returned home by 4:30. Seeing the maid waiting at the doorstep, she asked, "Been here long?" while unlocking the door. "No, ma, I just arrived," the elderly woman replied, starting to clean the house. Vanitha went to her bedroom, changed back into her two-piece nightie, and began her tasks.
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