Bengaluru Dude - Fat, Bald, thick glasses => becomes ladies man | Incest

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Scene 4 : Getting back at my Cousin Deepa

The physical transformation was complete, forged from discipline and raw will.

But my mind was fixed on the target.
I observed. I refined my walk, my new voice, the tilt of my head that showed confidence without arrogance.

Deepa. The quiet college teacher who had dismissed me as a "brother."

I somehow got to know that Deepa has volunteered at the annual Bangalore Book Fair.
I 'accidentally' found myself there on a Saturday afternoon, dressed sharply in my new look. 

My new glasses sat perfectly on my nose.

I spotted her in the children's section, She looked serious, kind, and exactly like the woman who would never look at me twice.
I approached slowly, not a stalker, but a man browsing.

Senthil: Deepa? Is that you?
She looked up with confusion, then recognition, then surprised. She quickly blinked, as if trying to clear her vision.

Deepa: Senthil Anna? Is that really you? You look... so different. I almost didn't recognize you.

Senthil: (A small, confident smile) Life changes us, Deepa. And I decided it was time for me to change with it. What are you doing here? Still with little ones, even on the weekend?

Deepa: (A shy laugh) Yes, something like that. I'm helping organize the storytelling session. It's so busy, though.

The crowd was thickening, a bustling river of people. I saw my chance.

Senthil: (Leaning in slightly) It must take incredible patience to manage all this chaos, and still keep that calm, serene look about you. It's truly admirable, Deepa. To find that quiet strength in the midst of everything.

She looked at me, genuinely pleased, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She was used to compliments on her work, not on her inner strength and its reflection.

Just then, a wave of people pushed past us, threatening to separate us.

Senthil: (My hand shot out, not asking, but taking control) Careful. Let me get you through this.
I placed my hand firmly on the small of her back, just above her hip, guiding her with a subtle, non negotiable pressure.

My thumb brushed against the soft fabric of her saree, feeling the warmth of her skin through it. The contact was brief, functional, yet undeniably intimate and possessive. She stiffened for a second, then relaxed into my guidance, letting me steer her through the crowd. My new body, solid and powerful, was a silent statement.

We emerged into a slightly less crowded aisle. I removed my hand slowly, letting the lingering warmth imply more than just a polite gesture.

Deepa: (Her voice a little breathless) Oh. Thank you, Senthil Anna. That was... quick thinking.

Senthil: (My gaze holding hers, a subtle intensity in my eyes) Some situations just require a firm hand, Deepa. You can't be gentle all the time.
I let that hang in the air, a loaded statement about more than just crowds.

Senthil: Look, the session will start soon, no? How about we grab a coffee somewhere quiet after this? My treat. 

She hesitated, looking around as if for an excuse, but her eyes kept returning to me, drawn by the change, the unexpected confidence.

Deepa: (A small, hesitant smile) Okay, Senthil Anna. I'll meet you by the main entrance in an hour, after the session.

Senthil: (My smile was a small, knowing one) Senthil is fine, Deepa. Just Senthil.

I nodded, then turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving her with the lingering feeling of my touch and the quiet challenge in my eyes. The first step was complete. The "brother" was slowly being erased.