04-12-2025, 08:44 PM
## Update 174: The Bra and the Blush (Avi and Heena)
"What happened?" Heena repeated, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Where did you get lost just now?"
"Nowhere at all," I finally managed to stammer, shaking my head to clear it.
She laughed again, covering her mouth lightly with her hand.
"I honestly thought you would get furious with me," I admitted, shaking my head in disbelief. "But you... you just told me."
"You're getting older now, Avi," Heena said, settling onto the sofa across from me, crossing one leg over the other. "Adults talk openly and honestly about everything."
I seized the opportunity, my pulse quickening. "Then tell me, what color is your bra?"
"I'm not wearing a bra right now," Heena leaned back, crossing her arms casually, completely unbothered.
"Do you talk this openly with everyone you meet?" I pressed, fascinated by her directness.
"Not with everyone," Heena confessed, a hint of genuine excitement in her eyes. "Only with my boyfriend."
"Then why are you being so open with me?" I challenged, hoping for an invitation, leaning forward slightly.
"You are the first boy who ever asked me about my panty before anything else," Heena explained, shaking her head again. "That is why I told you the answer."
"How many boyfriends have you had, then?" I asked, curious about her past relationships.
"Only one so far," Heena replied, counting on her finger, holding it up. "And he's been my boyfriend for the last five years."
"Then you must have had a lot of fun together," I said, a slight envious note in my voice, frowning a bit.
"What fun?" Heena rolled her eyes dramatically, looking up at the ceiling. "My boyfriend insists that we will only 'do it' after we are married. It's like *he's* the girl and *I'm* the boy in the relationship."
"Then why don't you leave him?" I suggested, perplexed by her loyalty to such a restrictive rule.
"You find a man like him with great difficulty, Avi," she sighed, a look of profound respect for him crossing her face.
"What if he still doesn't 'do anything' even after you're married?" I said, throwing back my head and laughing hard at the thought.
"If he doesn't do it after the wedding, I'll just have to bang him myself," Heena smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously, slapping her knee lightly.
"That would make the front page of the newspaper," I gasped, laughing until my stomach hurt. "'On the wedding night, the bride bangd the groom'."
Both of us dissolved into laughter, the sound echoing through the quiet house, leaning back against the furniture.
"You're a truly interesting guy, Avi," Heena wiped a tear from her eye, catching her breath. "It was actually fun talking to you about this. My brother, on the other hand, probably wouldn't even know when he last spoke a word to me."
"Well, now I'm here, aren't I?" I said, meeting her eyes with a confident look, giving a smooth smile.
"You've asked all about me," Heena said, leaning toward me, dropping her voice. "Now tell me about yourself."
"My life, Heena, is an open book in which every girl I meet wants to write her name," I smiled broadly, striking a pose.
"You're good at poetry and clever lines, too," she observed, impressed, leaning back slightly.
"When there's such a beautiful girl sitting right in front of you," I replied softly, my voice low and serious, "the poetry just comes out on its own."
She visibly blushed deeply, turning her face away slightly, looking at the wall.
I continued to press my advantage. "What a beautiful blush on your face, Heena, in front of which even a rose would forget its own deep redness."
She blushed again, covering her mouth with her hand, ducking her head down.
I began another line of improvised verse: "Every time she blushes, she blushes at every little thing..."
"That's quite enough of your poetry now, Avi," Heena reached out and stopped me with a playful slap on my arm.
"Okay," I conceded easily, holding up my hands in surrender. "As you wish."
Heena looked at me thoughtfully, her expression serious again. "Now, watching you talk and listening to your lines, it feels like you don't have just one, but many, many girlfriends waiting for you."
"If I had a girlfriend in the village, Heena," I said, my voice deliberately flat and sincere, "why would I come all the way to the city every single day?"
"That means you truly don't have any girlfriend?" she asked, her eyes searching mine, seeking the truth.
"What can I do?" I sighed dramatically, holding my hands out in a gesture of helplessness. "I simply haven't found anyone who comes close to being like you."
"Now tell me the honest truth," Heena demanded, shaking her head, trying to see past my flirtation. "You don't need to try and beat around the bush with me."
"I don't have one," I insisted, looking her in the eye.
"You don't?" she asked again, clearly seeking a final admission.
"I don't," I confirmed, holding her gaze steadily.
"I understood," Heena said, smiling knowingly. "Don't keep repeating 'I don't have one' like that."
"Then what do you suggest I do instead?" I asked, leaning in, curious about her advice.
"Make a girlfriend, of course," Heena challenged, her smile widening.
"Is a girlfriend found just lying on the road that I can just pick one up and make her mine?" I asked, feigning annoyance.
"Make one in the college when classes start," she advised, nodding assuredly.
"Will I find someone like you in that college, though?" I asked, my voice genuine and hopeful.
"You might," Heena mused, tilting her head thoughtfully.
"What if I don't?" I questioned further, pressing the point.
"You will," she assured me, her eyes confident. "Either you'll have to find one, or someone in that college will definitely find you."
"We'll see," I said, a playful smile returning. "By the way, someone once said that God made seven people exactly alike in the world."
"Yes, I've heard that legend," Heena confirmed. "But I've never seen it with my own eyes. But why are you bringing that up now?"
"If that's the case," I said, leaning closer, my tone becoming suggestive, "I'll simply find someone exactly like you in the college. I'll make her my girlfriend. Since I clearly can't have you right now."
Hearing my bold suggestion, Heena burst into loud, clear laughter, throwing her head back.
While Heena was laughing, I happened to glance past her. I saw a movement behind the doorway of Soniya's room—someone was standing there, listening intently to our entire conversation. My eyes briefly flickered toward Soniya's room just as Karim walked in with his mom, ending the moment instantly.
I took my bike keys from Karim's hand, ready to leave, turning toward the door.
"Avi, wait!" Heena called out as I walked away, her voice urgent. "Give me your mobile number."
"Avi doesn't have a mobile yet, Heena," Karim spoke quickly, jumping ahead of my reply, holding the door open.
"It's okay, but you must get a mobile soon, Avi," Heena looked concerned, walking toward me. "It can be useful anytime for emergencies."
"Yes," I agreed, nodding quickly. "I feel exactly the same way."
Then I left Karim's house and rode my bike straight to Pankaj's house for a brief visit. After that, I finally came home.
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"What happened?" Heena repeated, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Where did you get lost just now?"
"Nowhere at all," I finally managed to stammer, shaking my head to clear it.
She laughed again, covering her mouth lightly with her hand.
"I honestly thought you would get furious with me," I admitted, shaking my head in disbelief. "But you... you just told me."
"You're getting older now, Avi," Heena said, settling onto the sofa across from me, crossing one leg over the other. "Adults talk openly and honestly about everything."
I seized the opportunity, my pulse quickening. "Then tell me, what color is your bra?"
"I'm not wearing a bra right now," Heena leaned back, crossing her arms casually, completely unbothered.
"Do you talk this openly with everyone you meet?" I pressed, fascinated by her directness.
"Not with everyone," Heena confessed, a hint of genuine excitement in her eyes. "Only with my boyfriend."
"Then why are you being so open with me?" I challenged, hoping for an invitation, leaning forward slightly.
"You are the first boy who ever asked me about my panty before anything else," Heena explained, shaking her head again. "That is why I told you the answer."
"How many boyfriends have you had, then?" I asked, curious about her past relationships.
"Only one so far," Heena replied, counting on her finger, holding it up. "And he's been my boyfriend for the last five years."
"Then you must have had a lot of fun together," I said, a slight envious note in my voice, frowning a bit.
"What fun?" Heena rolled her eyes dramatically, looking up at the ceiling. "My boyfriend insists that we will only 'do it' after we are married. It's like *he's* the girl and *I'm* the boy in the relationship."
"Then why don't you leave him?" I suggested, perplexed by her loyalty to such a restrictive rule.
"You find a man like him with great difficulty, Avi," she sighed, a look of profound respect for him crossing her face.
"What if he still doesn't 'do anything' even after you're married?" I said, throwing back my head and laughing hard at the thought.
"If he doesn't do it after the wedding, I'll just have to bang him myself," Heena smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously, slapping her knee lightly.
"That would make the front page of the newspaper," I gasped, laughing until my stomach hurt. "'On the wedding night, the bride bangd the groom'."
Both of us dissolved into laughter, the sound echoing through the quiet house, leaning back against the furniture.
"You're a truly interesting guy, Avi," Heena wiped a tear from her eye, catching her breath. "It was actually fun talking to you about this. My brother, on the other hand, probably wouldn't even know when he last spoke a word to me."
"Well, now I'm here, aren't I?" I said, meeting her eyes with a confident look, giving a smooth smile.
"You've asked all about me," Heena said, leaning toward me, dropping her voice. "Now tell me about yourself."
"My life, Heena, is an open book in which every girl I meet wants to write her name," I smiled broadly, striking a pose.
"You're good at poetry and clever lines, too," she observed, impressed, leaning back slightly.
"When there's such a beautiful girl sitting right in front of you," I replied softly, my voice low and serious, "the poetry just comes out on its own."
She visibly blushed deeply, turning her face away slightly, looking at the wall.
I continued to press my advantage. "What a beautiful blush on your face, Heena, in front of which even a rose would forget its own deep redness."
She blushed again, covering her mouth with her hand, ducking her head down.
I began another line of improvised verse: "Every time she blushes, she blushes at every little thing..."
"That's quite enough of your poetry now, Avi," Heena reached out and stopped me with a playful slap on my arm.
"Okay," I conceded easily, holding up my hands in surrender. "As you wish."
Heena looked at me thoughtfully, her expression serious again. "Now, watching you talk and listening to your lines, it feels like you don't have just one, but many, many girlfriends waiting for you."
"If I had a girlfriend in the village, Heena," I said, my voice deliberately flat and sincere, "why would I come all the way to the city every single day?"
"That means you truly don't have any girlfriend?" she asked, her eyes searching mine, seeking the truth.
"What can I do?" I sighed dramatically, holding my hands out in a gesture of helplessness. "I simply haven't found anyone who comes close to being like you."
"Now tell me the honest truth," Heena demanded, shaking her head, trying to see past my flirtation. "You don't need to try and beat around the bush with me."
"I don't have one," I insisted, looking her in the eye.
"You don't?" she asked again, clearly seeking a final admission.
"I don't," I confirmed, holding her gaze steadily.
"I understood," Heena said, smiling knowingly. "Don't keep repeating 'I don't have one' like that."
"Then what do you suggest I do instead?" I asked, leaning in, curious about her advice.
"Make a girlfriend, of course," Heena challenged, her smile widening.
"Is a girlfriend found just lying on the road that I can just pick one up and make her mine?" I asked, feigning annoyance.
"Make one in the college when classes start," she advised, nodding assuredly.
"Will I find someone like you in that college, though?" I asked, my voice genuine and hopeful.
"You might," Heena mused, tilting her head thoughtfully.
"What if I don't?" I questioned further, pressing the point.
"You will," she assured me, her eyes confident. "Either you'll have to find one, or someone in that college will definitely find you."
"We'll see," I said, a playful smile returning. "By the way, someone once said that God made seven people exactly alike in the world."
"Yes, I've heard that legend," Heena confirmed. "But I've never seen it with my own eyes. But why are you bringing that up now?"
"If that's the case," I said, leaning closer, my tone becoming suggestive, "I'll simply find someone exactly like you in the college. I'll make her my girlfriend. Since I clearly can't have you right now."
Hearing my bold suggestion, Heena burst into loud, clear laughter, throwing her head back.
While Heena was laughing, I happened to glance past her. I saw a movement behind the doorway of Soniya's room—someone was standing there, listening intently to our entire conversation. My eyes briefly flickered toward Soniya's room just as Karim walked in with his mom, ending the moment instantly.
I took my bike keys from Karim's hand, ready to leave, turning toward the door.
"Avi, wait!" Heena called out as I walked away, her voice urgent. "Give me your mobile number."
"Avi doesn't have a mobile yet, Heena," Karim spoke quickly, jumping ahead of my reply, holding the door open.
"It's okay, but you must get a mobile soon, Avi," Heena looked concerned, walking toward me. "It can be useful anytime for emergencies."
"Yes," I agreed, nodding quickly. "I feel exactly the same way."
Then I left Karim's house and rode my bike straight to Pankaj's house for a brief visit. After that, I finally came home.
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