Disclaimer : Dear readers, sorry for the long delay. I had few personal issues which I had to resolve. From now on updates will be regular on every week.
If possible, please go through previous parts again, so as to catch the on-going updates.
CONTINUES...…..
After about 5-10 minutes, we reached the shopping destination. (The newly opened famous mall in Hyderabad. It had most international brand with fresh layouts).
My mom's face lit up with an enormous smile as Venkat has brought us to the newly opened mall. She instantly hugged him and holding his and mine hand started running inside like a teenager. It was clear that she was thrilled to be there, and I could understand why. She had been talking to my father about visiting this mall for weeks, ever since her friends started raving about it. They had shared their wonderful experiences, from the vast array of stores to the delectable food options, and mom had been itching to check it out for herself. As we stepped into the mall, she couldn't contain her excitement. She began to scurry around, her eyes scanning the directory board to figure out where the women's sections were, including cosmetics and jewellery. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and we followed her as she dashed around the ground floor, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling mall.
As we explored the ground floor, we decided that our first stop would be a clothing store. We had all been thinking of buying some new clothes, and what better place to start than a popular brand? That's when we spotted the H&M store, and we walked in together. Venkat said he wanted to buy casual T-shirts, shorts and a pair of underwear’s for himself. I was interested in Shirts, those white cotton shirts, like that wore by Prabhas in Mirchi movie. But after looking around for a while, I was unable to find the perfect model like in that movie and got confused between few Shirts. So, I went looking around for mom, as she always helps me in shopping. Mostly I try out clothes and show it to her.
I spotted my mom standing outside the male trail room, seemingly lost in thought. I approached her, eager to get her opinion on the three shirts I had picked out
Mom, which one of these will look good on me? I held up the three shirts, fanning them out for her inspection.
Her response was immediate, sharp, and entirely dismissive. Without even a flicker of her eyes towards me or the shirts, she waved a hand in a shooing gesture. "Sunil, just take anything you want. Don’t disturb me today, I’m a bit busy!" Her tone was curt, her focus unwavering on the trial room door.
Come on mom, help me. I’m a bit confused between these three shirts; Can you tell me which one would look better on me?
An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, audible even over the store's noise. "Urh! Sunil, just pick anyone." This time, she spared me a fleeting, impatient glance, her eyebrows furrowed, before her attention snapped back to the door.
Wait, I will try out all three and show you.
Urrrhhh!! Sunil! I told you already, I’m busy. Choose anything you want by yourself. You’re grown up now, try to wear something of your choice.
Yeah, I choose these three. Just a bit confused, they all look so good. Tell me mom, by wearing which one of these would make me look like Prabhas?
"Forget about Prabhas," she sneered, finally turning her full attention to me, though her eyes held more disdain than warmth. "You don’t have height nor physique like him. These shirts are looking good, but they won’t look good on your skinny body. Try something else. Try out T-shirts!" The words were a brutal blow, striking directly at my insecurity. My hopeful grin vanished, replaced by a flush of anger and humiliation.
Mom, are you serious?! I’m not skinny! Why you have to say it loud?! People…...
Just as the retort left my lips, the frosted trial room door whirred open with a soft hiss. All air seemed to leave the space around us. Standing there, bathed in the soft glow from within the room, was Venkat. He looked undeniably striking in a slick, dark, party-wear kind of T-shirt, perfectly fitted to his athletic frame, paired with stylish, printed shorts that reached just above his knees.
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In an instant, Mom’s entire demeanour transformed. Her face, moments ago etched with impatience, practically lit up. Her "busy-ness" vanished as if by magic. Without a single word, without another glance in my direction, she surged forward, moving past me as if I were a piece of furniture. She went straight to Venkat, her hands immediately flying to his shoulders, smoothing the fabric, running down his arms, checking the fit around his chest and waist. She was touching him, adjusting, admiring, her voice a soft murmur of approval, completely, utterly absorbed.
A cold, bitter knot twisted in my stomach. Honestly, that felt more than "strangely bad," it felt like a betrayal. The way Mom had vehemently declared she was busy and couldn’t help me, yet the moment Venkat appeared, all her urgent work, all her pressing engagements, seemed to dissolve into thin air. Her hands, which had been so quick to dismiss me, were now lingering over Venkat, checking for fitness, adjusting every crease, in front of all the people milling around. Was she completely oblivious? Does she think she is in the USA or something?! Behaving as if Venkat is her boyfriend! it was infuriating!
Unable to contain the sudden, overwhelming surge of fury, I flung the three shirts I was still clutching to the gleaming tile floor. They landed with a pathetic rustle, a defiant statement of my hurt. With a growl of frustration, I turned on my heel and stomped away, heading towards the T-shirt section, which was in the other, far corner of the store, hoping to find clothes that didn't require anyone's approval but my own.
I tried to focus on finding a T-shirt that would make me feel better about myself. I didn't want to be reminded of my mom's betrayal every time I looked in the mirror. Worst of all was the fact that deep in my mind, a dirty part of it kind of liked it. I somehow liked seeing my mom touch Venkat in front of others. The way, he would hold her in his arms, the way he touched her in cab is so wrongly making me excited.
No…...No…. I must stop thinking like that. This is what making me weak. It’s Venkat’s idea. He surely wants me to be cuck. But I wouldn’t fall in his trap like my mom.
As I browsed through the racks, I couldn't help but think about how my life had changed. I had always been close to my mom, and now I felt like she is drifting away from me. Yes, that’s how I must think not the way Venkat described me to be. I’m not a cuck. I should stand up for myself. Think with positive mind and shut that kinky part of me. It is exciting but it’s wrong.
Suddenly I heard a sweet voice.
‘Can I help you sir?!’
I turned. Behind me was a girl, a beautiful girl with a H&M logo discreetly embroidered on the breast of her long-sleeved black top. She was completely covered, her clothes professional and modest, hiding even her hair but nothing could hide the arresting intensity of her eyes. They were grey, not a dull, rainy-day grey, but the colour of a storm brewing over the ocean, sharp and piercing. I found myself staring, my brain short-circuiting, whole evening dilemma completely forgotten.
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"Sir, do you need my help?! Hello, sir?!" Her voice, though still sweet, had a sliver of concern.
My consciousness snapped back. ‘Hn…yeah…yeah…I couldn’t tell which T-shirt would be better for me’
That’s fine sir, here is our latest collection. This is gen-z collections, perfect style for your age group.
As she guided me through the displays, her slender fingers pointing out different styles, I realised my gaze had drifted again. It wasn't just her eyes anymore. The gentle curve of her neck, the way she moved with an unstudied grace. My focus had locked onto her, a heat rising in my own cheeks.
‘Excuse me sir, c…can you look here’
‘Hm..yeah, I’m sorry’. I blurted out, frantically searching for an excuse. ‘I was searching for my mother’
Okay, so these are all our latest collections. If you need older models, those are behind female section. Let me know, if you want to check it out.
Check you out?!
Her grey eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. "N-no, sir, I said check the T-shirts."
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I just….’
In the whole while, I didn’t know when my eyes were locked on her. It was an involuntary, caveman-like instinct, a hunger which I didn’t knew existed. Honestly all these things were so new to me that I had no knowledge how to ogle at girl without her noticing?
She caught me ogling her breast as my eyes were constantly on her big breasts trying to bulge out of dress. When our eyes met and she caught me red handed staring at her. My whole body shook and I fell back a bit. Surprisingly she too moved back a bit in shy I guess as she wasn’t looking at me anymore.
‘S..Sir, you can choose from here. I... I will be leaving’
Panic flared in my chest. I couldn't let her go. This brief, clumsy connection was the most interesting thing that had happened to me in my life.
‘Excuse me miss; can you help me finding a T-shirt that would suit me.’
‘I showed you all section’
‘No, I mean personally?’
‘H..How could I…I mean how will I…I meant, I will call my friend, she is expert in T-shirt section. So, yeah, I…’
‘No, miss, I want your choice. I mean, you can find me a T-shirt too. It will be beautiful like you’
Her mouth fell open slightly ‘Huh??!…...’
I wanted her to stay beside me. I wanted to look at her beautiful eyes.
Surprisingly she went on to select T-shirt for me. She definitely likes me, I can feel that. Or else she could have ignored me and went for other customers.
She took out 3-4 T-shirts and handed it to me and was about to leave.
‘Miss, can you help me in deciding which one would look good on me.’
‘I took out best models in here. Now you try it according to your choice and show it to your mother.’
‘My mother is busy in shopping. You are the only one I know here. Will you help me?’
She looked at me, her grey eyes searching my face. ‘How can I help you? I mean what should I do?’
‘I will try these out, will you stay and tell me, if it looks good on me?’
‘Hm…I’m not good in this. I…I
‘Miss, it’s okay, I know your good in this, I can tell by looking at these beautiful t-shirts, you choose for me. But I want perfect one, will you help?’
‘O…Okay sir’
‘Sunil, you can call me Sunil!’
O…okay sir, I…I mean it’s…yes, I will stay, Sunil.
Thank you miss
With her behind me, I went to trial room. Surprisingly she stood just outside the trial room like a girlfriend. She must be into me? How will I impress her? What should I do? Slowly I was starting to feel nervous and my whole body was shaking and trembling in fear.
I tried one T-shirt and went out to show her. She smiled and just said ‘OKAY its good’.
Does it look good?
Hm
Should I try other ones or is it good enough to buy it?
Try others, try that Aqua colour one.
I happily tried other one, it was polo T-shirt with kind of an Aqua colour. I kind of liked this one. I began carefully checking out myself for a while.
When I came out, I saw her standing with some other models and an over- sized one too. Seeing me, she slowly approached me closer and said ‘it suits you’. Then surprisingly she began correcting it, like straightening it, my collar. Wow! That felt so good and happy in kind of unusual way. I remembered how my mom was checking and correcting Venkat while ignoring me. Well, there is someone who cares about me too.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Thanks, all of you for trusting and supporting me in my rough times. As promised, I will complete this story no matter what.
Let me know, how you liked this post?
If possible, please go through previous parts again, so as to catch the on-going updates.
CONTINUES...…..
After about 5-10 minutes, we reached the shopping destination. (The newly opened famous mall in Hyderabad. It had most international brand with fresh layouts).
My mom's face lit up with an enormous smile as Venkat has brought us to the newly opened mall. She instantly hugged him and holding his and mine hand started running inside like a teenager. It was clear that she was thrilled to be there, and I could understand why. She had been talking to my father about visiting this mall for weeks, ever since her friends started raving about it. They had shared their wonderful experiences, from the vast array of stores to the delectable food options, and mom had been itching to check it out for herself. As we stepped into the mall, she couldn't contain her excitement. She began to scurry around, her eyes scanning the directory board to figure out where the women's sections were, including cosmetics and jewellery. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and we followed her as she dashed around the ground floor, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling mall.
As we explored the ground floor, we decided that our first stop would be a clothing store. We had all been thinking of buying some new clothes, and what better place to start than a popular brand? That's when we spotted the H&M store, and we walked in together. Venkat said he wanted to buy casual T-shirts, shorts and a pair of underwear’s for himself. I was interested in Shirts, those white cotton shirts, like that wore by Prabhas in Mirchi movie. But after looking around for a while, I was unable to find the perfect model like in that movie and got confused between few Shirts. So, I went looking around for mom, as she always helps me in shopping. Mostly I try out clothes and show it to her.
I spotted my mom standing outside the male trail room, seemingly lost in thought. I approached her, eager to get her opinion on the three shirts I had picked out
Mom, which one of these will look good on me? I held up the three shirts, fanning them out for her inspection.
Her response was immediate, sharp, and entirely dismissive. Without even a flicker of her eyes towards me or the shirts, she waved a hand in a shooing gesture. "Sunil, just take anything you want. Don’t disturb me today, I’m a bit busy!" Her tone was curt, her focus unwavering on the trial room door.
Come on mom, help me. I’m a bit confused between these three shirts; Can you tell me which one would look better on me?
An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, audible even over the store's noise. "Urh! Sunil, just pick anyone." This time, she spared me a fleeting, impatient glance, her eyebrows furrowed, before her attention snapped back to the door.
Wait, I will try out all three and show you.
Urrrhhh!! Sunil! I told you already, I’m busy. Choose anything you want by yourself. You’re grown up now, try to wear something of your choice.
Yeah, I choose these three. Just a bit confused, they all look so good. Tell me mom, by wearing which one of these would make me look like Prabhas?
"Forget about Prabhas," she sneered, finally turning her full attention to me, though her eyes held more disdain than warmth. "You don’t have height nor physique like him. These shirts are looking good, but they won’t look good on your skinny body. Try something else. Try out T-shirts!" The words were a brutal blow, striking directly at my insecurity. My hopeful grin vanished, replaced by a flush of anger and humiliation.
Mom, are you serious?! I’m not skinny! Why you have to say it loud?! People…...
Just as the retort left my lips, the frosted trial room door whirred open with a soft hiss. All air seemed to leave the space around us. Standing there, bathed in the soft glow from within the room, was Venkat. He looked undeniably striking in a slick, dark, party-wear kind of T-shirt, perfectly fitted to his athletic frame, paired with stylish, printed shorts that reached just above his knees.
In an instant, Mom’s entire demeanour transformed. Her face, moments ago etched with impatience, practically lit up. Her "busy-ness" vanished as if by magic. Without a single word, without another glance in my direction, she surged forward, moving past me as if I were a piece of furniture. She went straight to Venkat, her hands immediately flying to his shoulders, smoothing the fabric, running down his arms, checking the fit around his chest and waist. She was touching him, adjusting, admiring, her voice a soft murmur of approval, completely, utterly absorbed.
A cold, bitter knot twisted in my stomach. Honestly, that felt more than "strangely bad," it felt like a betrayal. The way Mom had vehemently declared she was busy and couldn’t help me, yet the moment Venkat appeared, all her urgent work, all her pressing engagements, seemed to dissolve into thin air. Her hands, which had been so quick to dismiss me, were now lingering over Venkat, checking for fitness, adjusting every crease, in front of all the people milling around. Was she completely oblivious? Does she think she is in the USA or something?! Behaving as if Venkat is her boyfriend! it was infuriating!
Unable to contain the sudden, overwhelming surge of fury, I flung the three shirts I was still clutching to the gleaming tile floor. They landed with a pathetic rustle, a defiant statement of my hurt. With a growl of frustration, I turned on my heel and stomped away, heading towards the T-shirt section, which was in the other, far corner of the store, hoping to find clothes that didn't require anyone's approval but my own.
I tried to focus on finding a T-shirt that would make me feel better about myself. I didn't want to be reminded of my mom's betrayal every time I looked in the mirror. Worst of all was the fact that deep in my mind, a dirty part of it kind of liked it. I somehow liked seeing my mom touch Venkat in front of others. The way, he would hold her in his arms, the way he touched her in cab is so wrongly making me excited.
No…...No…. I must stop thinking like that. This is what making me weak. It’s Venkat’s idea. He surely wants me to be cuck. But I wouldn’t fall in his trap like my mom.
As I browsed through the racks, I couldn't help but think about how my life had changed. I had always been close to my mom, and now I felt like she is drifting away from me. Yes, that’s how I must think not the way Venkat described me to be. I’m not a cuck. I should stand up for myself. Think with positive mind and shut that kinky part of me. It is exciting but it’s wrong.
Suddenly I heard a sweet voice.
‘Can I help you sir?!’
I turned. Behind me was a girl, a beautiful girl with a H&M logo discreetly embroidered on the breast of her long-sleeved black top. She was completely covered, her clothes professional and modest, hiding even her hair but nothing could hide the arresting intensity of her eyes. They were grey, not a dull, rainy-day grey, but the colour of a storm brewing over the ocean, sharp and piercing. I found myself staring, my brain short-circuiting, whole evening dilemma completely forgotten.
"Sir, do you need my help?! Hello, sir?!" Her voice, though still sweet, had a sliver of concern.
My consciousness snapped back. ‘Hn…yeah…yeah…I couldn’t tell which T-shirt would be better for me’
That’s fine sir, here is our latest collection. This is gen-z collections, perfect style for your age group.
As she guided me through the displays, her slender fingers pointing out different styles, I realised my gaze had drifted again. It wasn't just her eyes anymore. The gentle curve of her neck, the way she moved with an unstudied grace. My focus had locked onto her, a heat rising in my own cheeks.
‘Excuse me sir, c…can you look here’
‘Hm..yeah, I’m sorry’. I blurted out, frantically searching for an excuse. ‘I was searching for my mother’
Okay, so these are all our latest collections. If you need older models, those are behind female section. Let me know, if you want to check it out.
Check you out?!
Her grey eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. "N-no, sir, I said check the T-shirts."
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I just….’
In the whole while, I didn’t know when my eyes were locked on her. It was an involuntary, caveman-like instinct, a hunger which I didn’t knew existed. Honestly all these things were so new to me that I had no knowledge how to ogle at girl without her noticing?
She caught me ogling her breast as my eyes were constantly on her big breasts trying to bulge out of dress. When our eyes met and she caught me red handed staring at her. My whole body shook and I fell back a bit. Surprisingly she too moved back a bit in shy I guess as she wasn’t looking at me anymore.
‘S..Sir, you can choose from here. I... I will be leaving’
Panic flared in my chest. I couldn't let her go. This brief, clumsy connection was the most interesting thing that had happened to me in my life.
‘Excuse me miss; can you help me finding a T-shirt that would suit me.’
‘I showed you all section’
‘No, I mean personally?’
‘H..How could I…I mean how will I…I meant, I will call my friend, she is expert in T-shirt section. So, yeah, I…’
‘No, miss, I want your choice. I mean, you can find me a T-shirt too. It will be beautiful like you’
Her mouth fell open slightly ‘Huh??!…...’
‘I’m sorry, I meant good colour T-shirt like that, I just fumbled. Sorry’
Wow, what just happened? I’m I in love? Oh my god, my heart is pounding like crazy. My mouth is going dry. Did I just propose a girl? No, it wasn’t. I just told her beautiful. Uhh! Why can’t I talk to girls with confidence?!
I wanted her to stay beside me. I wanted to look at her beautiful eyes.
Surprisingly she went on to select T-shirt for me. She definitely likes me, I can feel that. Or else she could have ignored me and went for other customers.
She took out 3-4 T-shirts and handed it to me and was about to leave.
‘Miss, can you help me in deciding which one would look good on me.’
‘I took out best models in here. Now you try it according to your choice and show it to your mother.’
‘My mother is busy in shopping. You are the only one I know here. Will you help me?’
She looked at me, her grey eyes searching my face. ‘How can I help you? I mean what should I do?’
‘I will try these out, will you stay and tell me, if it looks good on me?’
‘Hm…I’m not good in this. I…I
‘Miss, it’s okay, I know your good in this, I can tell by looking at these beautiful t-shirts, you choose for me. But I want perfect one, will you help?’
‘O…Okay sir’
‘Sunil, you can call me Sunil!’
O…okay sir, I…I mean it’s…yes, I will stay, Sunil.
Thank you miss
With her behind me, I went to trial room. Surprisingly she stood just outside the trial room like a girlfriend. She must be into me? How will I impress her? What should I do? Slowly I was starting to feel nervous and my whole body was shaking and trembling in fear.
I tried one T-shirt and went out to show her. She smiled and just said ‘OKAY its good’.
Does it look good?
Hm
Should I try other ones or is it good enough to buy it?
Try others, try that Aqua colour one.
I happily tried other one, it was polo T-shirt with kind of an Aqua colour. I kind of liked this one. I began carefully checking out myself for a while.
When I came out, I saw her standing with some other models and an over- sized one too. Seeing me, she slowly approached me closer and said ‘it suits you’. Then surprisingly she began correcting it, like straightening it, my collar. Wow! That felt so good and happy in kind of unusual way. I remembered how my mom was checking and correcting Venkat while ignoring me. Well, there is someone who cares about me too.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Thanks, all of you for trusting and supporting me in my rough times. As promised, I will complete this story no matter what.
Let me know, how you liked this post?
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