16-12-2025, 06:11 PM
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Ruby: What the hell, Ruby ?
Ruby: Open your mouth and say something…
Ruby sat at the kitchen counter wearing a loose cotton Kurti and palazzo pants (safe and modest, the armour she had chosen that morning), clutching her coffee like it might have some answers. Uncle too was there sitting opposite to her, staring into his own cup… Neither knew how or what to start.
Even earlier when she was on call with Amit, she could scarcely listen to what Amit was saying or asking… Something from how swimming went and did the boys lose their mind,… to missing her, and loving her. He seemed to be least bothered about what Ruby might have to say… Not that Ruby could say anything cos she was barely contemplating anything herself.
Ruby: Speak anything, will you ???
Ruby: So, Uncle… lovely weather we are having, right ?
Ruby: Lovely weather? Really?… After last night you are talking about the weather?
Spoon clinked softly against the porcelain; Uncle finally decided to look up to meet her eyes.
Uncle: Ruby… about last night…
Ruby: Uncle, we don’t have to…
Uncle: No, we do.
Uncle: I crossed every line a man my age shouldn’t. I’m… ashamed of myself.
Ruby’s throat tightened. She knew what they both did, what she did… but, apparently it had hurt Uncle more than it did to her. In truth, she wasn’t even hurt that mush. She only worried if it might hurt her relationship with him.
Ruby: Uncle… You didn’t cross anything alone. She said, quietly, looking down.
Ruby: I was right there with you, you know…
Uncle: You are young, dear… curious. It’s all natural. But…
Uncle: But I’m old enough to be… I should have stopped it.
Ruby looked at Uncle who now was facing down again and his hands had left the coffee cup and curled into fists on the counter. She reached across and laid her hand over his clenched fist… Light, steady, unafraid.
Ruby: You did stop. The moment I said your name, you froze.
Ruby: But, I’m the one who kept going, remember… She said with a tiny, rueful smile
Uncle: I took something precious from you last night, dear. It was… wrong.
Ruby: No… No, Uncle. Please,… look at me.
Ruby: You actually gave me something… She said, voice soft but sure.
Ruby: I felt… wanted. Powerful. Alive. And I needed that more than I realised.
Uncle looked at her, eyes glassy… observing her face. He did not quite understand what she meant, but wondered what would have made her feel “not wanted” in the first place. It intrigued him.
Uncle: You sure you are all right, dear ?
Ruby: A little embarrassed that we’ll have to look each other in the eye over breakfast for the rest of our lives…
Ruby: but I’m all right, Uncle.
Ruby looked at Uncle with a shallow smile, her hand still over his. And then, she managed a crooked grin and added…
Ruby: We just had a very weird family bonding activity, that’s all.
Uncle huffed a surprised laugh, the tension cracking just enough for him to breathe.
Uncle: You’re impossible… He smiled at last.
Ruby: And you are still my favourite teddy bear. Nothing changes that, Uncle.
Ruby: But lets never…
Uncle: Yes dear… Never again. Never…
Soon, the laughter turned softer, and a slow awkwardness began to creep up again, but they were saved by the horn. Ruby jumped up like she had been saved by angels.
Ruby: That must be the boys. They are here.
Ruby: I would be late, Uncle. So, don’t wait it…
She was already halfway to the door when Uncle called after her, voice gentle but firm.
Uncle: Ruby, dear…
Uncle: That power you discovered last night… The feel of wanted.
Uncle: Be careful with it. It’s stronger than you think.
Ruby paused her steps, and looked at Uncle. She gave him a smile… it was small, knowing, and just a little bit dangerous.
Ruby: Oh, I’m counting on it.
She blew him a quick kiss and bolted out the door, heart racing again,… but this time it was filled with pure, electric anticipation.
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Ruby stepped into the morning sun, hips swaying in the white palazzo pants with the pale-blue kurti looking innocent. A beautiful innocent looking homely girl… if only Raj and Manoj had seen how slutty she had danced the previous night.
She saw the four boys eagerly waiting inside Rahul’s SUV like they had been waiting their whole lives for her arrival. Rahul stepped out and came around to greet her.
Rahul: Morning, Bhabhi. Looking… dangerous. He said, scanning her.
Ruby: Dangerous? I’m literally wearing the most boring outfit I own.
Sumit: Bhabhi, you could wear a potato sack and still look like you are about to ruin our lives.
Ruby: Haha, flattery will get you nowhere, dear.
Ruby: Now, chop chop, get to the back seat,… will you ?
With Rahul driving, Sumit had taken the passenger seat, or more like, was given that seat. Raj and Manoj were in the back side of the car, in all smiles as they had high hopes that Ruby would join them there,… but when as heard Ruby’s “chop chop”, Sumit bursted into a laughter.
Ruby: Why Sumit, what happened ? Why are you laughing so… ?
Sumit: Uhn…. Nothing Bhabhi. I mean…. He pointed his sight at the back seat.
She looked towards where he was pointing at and saw both Raj and Manoj with a sulky look on their face. Ruby laughed too, her sound light and musical, and entered into the car.
Settling down and seated comfortably, she turned around and gave them all at the back a full, radiant smile, and then glanced sideways at Rahul.
Ruby: Drive handsome… Shall we leave ?
Rahul: Oh yes, Bhabhi… He said, stepping on the gas.
The car pulled away from the curb, the engine’s low hum vibrating through the seats, sending a subtle thrill up her thighs. She let her hand rest casually on her lap gently tapping on it, feeling a little nervous inside. Yesterday’s dance and whatnot slowly appeared in front of her eyes.
Ruby: You don’t mind the company, do you, Rahul ?
Raj: Mind ? Why would he mind ?… Raj snapped from behind.
Manoj: That’s what ! We are the poor souls who missed out on last night’s… entertainment?
Panic surged into Ruby’s chest and her eyes grew wide. She turned around in her spot, giving the back row a full outline of her swollen breasts, which up until this point were so well hidden inside the loose Kurti.
Three set of eyes instantly fell on them.
Ruby: What ???…. Who told you ?
Manoj: So,… it’s true then, Bhabhi ?
Raj: Sumit’s been grinning like an idiot since we picked him up.
Manoj: How could you do this to us ? You abandoned us and gave them a show !!!
Ruby: Show ? What show ? We just had coffee, and then… danced a bit.
Raj: A bit? We heard shaking hula hulas, shirt buttons coming off… So cruel Bhabhi. He cried, so loudly.
Ruby’s mouth hung open… She didn’t know whether to laugh at how they were crying or shrink down into her seat, at her own embarrassment. She knew the boys shared everything among them, but hardly guessed that they would talk about the dance.
Looking sideways, she glared toward Rahul.
Rahul: Bhabhi,… I didn’t say a word.
Manoj: You danced an item song for them…
Manoj: God, we missed out big time. You owe us a private show now, Bhabhi.
Ruby’s cheeks went from pink to fire-engine red in the space of a heartbeat.
Ruby: What ?…. What have these devils told you?
Ruby: And private show !!!!
Ruby: Behave you both… or I’ll make you both walk the rest of the way.
Ruby: And you both… next time, keep your mouths shut or...
She started something, but the next instant,… her own voice cut short and she hit her forehead with her hand. Slumping back into the seat, Ruby let out a long, dramatic sigh and crossed her arms under her chest.
Rahul: Next time ? Wow, that’s awesomeee to hear.
Ruby: No… No next time. Its just came out wrong. I should kill you both…
Ruby: You two are… so dead to me.
Ruby: I hate you all.
Ruby: …A little. She said blushing, shy, and just a little angry.
Sumit muttered a silent apology under his breath… but the entire way Raj and Manoj kept crying for missing out, and were begging for one such repeat event, and Ruby continued to playfully scold them all four.
There was a lot of laughing and crying and scolding, but soon… they arrived at their destination. Rahul pulled into what looked like a small, beautifully built house with stone walls, decorated with golden lights high on large trees.
As they stepped out, a middle aged woman, must be in her 40s came out smiling towards Rahul. She hugged Rahul tightly wrapping her hands around him, before turning around and smiling warmly towards the others.
Auntie: Hello Ruby. Rahul informed me that you are looking to stitch a blouse.
Auntie: Have you decided on a design yet ?
Auntie took Ruby by the hand and as they both entered in, discussing, the four boys followed them into the house-shop like ducklings walking behind a mother duck.
The shop had a nice setting inside too… A very big room with machines spread evenly across the room, rolls of fresh fabrics arranged by the wall, a big couch to sit in, and in through an open door was another small room with what looked like stitched blouses and dresses kept ready for delivery.
Auntie: Its fine, dear. We will decide on something, together.
Auntie: I am sure the boys are eager to help too.
Ruby: Shying, and smiling… Do you have any samples, pamphlets or something, Auntie ?
Auntie: We have a variety of samples, but first, let us get your measurement, shall we ?
Ruby: Okay sure, Auntie… She responded, standing straight.
Auntie turned around and made a sound that was barely audible to the ones currently in the room, but god knows how he heard, a very short, bald headed tiny old man came sprinting out of the small room… with a tape in his hand.
He came and looked awkwardly, and a little nervously at Ruby,… and Ruby’s stomach too did a tiny flip the moment the old tailor appeared.
Ruby: Auntie…
As if she heard Ruby’s thoughts, Auntie came and kept a hand on Ruby’s shoulders… like an assurance.
Auntie: Don’t worry, dear. He is a professional and a very nice person.
Auntie: He is the one who will be stitching your blouse.
Ruby had been serviced by male tailors before, but mostly they would have a female person to take measurements or she would give them a measurement blouse, but nothing this time. She still looked a little nervous, but with an assured look from Rahul, she decided to get on with it.
If anything, her boys were there to protect her.
Ruby smiled politely towards the old man, presenting herself, while Auntie turned towards the boys.
Auntie: Dears, why don’t you all take a seat…
Auntie: We will take the measurements first, and then, perhaps we can try out some samples for the bride to be.
The old man cleared his throat, and stepped closer, raising the tape with shaking hands. Ruby instinctively folded her arms under her chest, then realised that only accentuated her breasts like a pushup bra… and quickly dropped them again, cheeks blushing.
He barely looked into Ruby’s eyes but came closer and stretched the tape around her back to bring the ends together in front. Accidentally, his knuckles brushed the sides of her breasts for a quick fraction of a second and Ruby jumped as if she had been shocked.
Old man: I am sorry… I am sorry.
He squeaked and took a full step back, looking bewildered. Honestly, he did not intend it, but any client can mistake him for it. At the same time, the way Ruby had jumped back, four simultaneous, poorly-stifled snickers came from the couch and hearing it, she shot them a death glare over her shoulder. She looked back at the poor old man, and felt a little pity at how he had jumped.
Ruby: Its okay, I was accidental.
Old man: I am sorry again, madam, but your dress will make this job very difficult.
Old man: A saree would be much easier…
He said, turning his look towards Auntie… who now came in between them hurriedly, like she had forgotten to tell something to her.
Auntie: Oh, yes dear. I totally forgot. We cannot measure in this.
Ruby: But, I don’t have a saree with me… She dragged, and Auntie cut her short.
Auntie: Don’t worry, dear. We have a lot of samples… You can try on a fitting one.
Auntie: Do you have any color preference ? She asked and started looking for one.
Up until now, the boys were all sitting quietly, but upon hearing Auntie now, a couple of them jumped in. It was Raj and Manoj.
Raj: Something light and bright I would say….
Manoj: Light on the shoulders... Nothing too heavy.
Ruby: Ai… chup you both. Anything is fine, Auntie. It’s just for measurement, right.
As Ruby silenced the two fellows, Auntie fetched a neatly folded package and came towards Ruby, laughing gently.
Auntie: The boys seem very eager…
Auntie: Here, I think this might look good on you. Try it out, inside… This way.
Auntie guided Ruby towards the small room. Sending her in and closing the door behind, she came back and Rahul went to meet her. Sumit, Raj and Manoj remained on the couch, a bit afar. They could not hear what Auntie and Rahul were speaking, but from the way Rahul was flushing, it looked like Auntie was teasing him.
Inside, Ruby dropped her pants revealing the dark green panty she was wearing underneath. She peeled off the kurti too, letting the cool air kiss her milky white skin all over, feeling goose bumps on her skin. Folding, and neatly setting her cloths aside, she opened the package given by Auntie.
Ruby was gone for a full 15 minutes but when the door opened, a spark of light beamed from all four boy’s eyes. Wrapped neatly in a light green colored saree and a contrast pink colored blouse,… Ruby looked gorgeous. Not gorgeous sexy, but stunningly beautiful. The saree was light and transparent leaving her midriff to be exposed, but she had wrapped it so precisely high around her waist that her entire navel was hidden,… yet it looked so alluring to the viewers. The blouse was sleeveless, and even though it had a broad neck, it barely showed any cleavage, but still, it gave her bust a full, heavy eye turning look.
![[Image: 1.webp]](https://i.ibb.co/PGYnkT28/1.webp)
With blouse being modest, Ruby stepped out smoothing her pallu to the side, showcasing her blouse to Auntie,… and by extension to everyone else in the room.
Ruby: This better, Auntie ?
Auntie: Yes beta, you look lovely! But let's check the fit for accuracy…
The blouse was a bit loose, yes… but before Ruby could even say that, Auntie stepped closer and slid her cool fingers through the loose seam of the blouse, brushing her back knuckles over the soft, inner curve of Ruby's breast as she tugged at the fabric. The touch was brief, professional, but the unexpected graze against her sensitive skin made Ruby jerk and she felt a tingling in her chest.
Ruby: Oouh… she smiled.
Ruby: Your fingers… they are cold, Auntie.
Auntie: Ah, sorry dear. This blouse is a bit big for you.
Auntie: The measurements won’t come correct.
While Auntie and Ruby stood in the centre of room, examining the cloth,… a few voices chimed in from the couch.
Raj: Yeah, definitely too much room Auntie. We agree.
Auntie: Oh, you all can see that too ?... Dutt. She said at them in common.
Auntie: Come dear. Let me find another apt one. What is your size, anyway ?
Rahul: Oh, that must be… 34DD, I believe.
Manoj: Hey, no bro. I think we settled on 36D.
Ruby’s eyes widened so much that her eye balls popped out of the socket. Turning around, she glared so fiercely at the boys, and turned back to see Auntie quietly controlling her laugh.
Ruby: These idiots. What will she think of me !!
Auntie: Ruby dear… Your size? She asked again, coming with two packages.
Ruby: It’s… It’s 34D Auntie. She whispered, nervous.
Ruby’s cheeks were burning from the boys’ shameless guessing game when Auntie gently steered her back toward the changing room, package in hand.
Auntie: Men will always exaggerate, dear. Don’t mind them.
Auntie: Come, let’s get you into something that actually fits. I guess this will, perfectly.
Auntie: Master-ji. Could you close the main door. We don’t want anyone barging in.
Inside the small room, Auntie helped her out of the loose light pink blouse and into the second one: A sleeveless, dark-pink one that ran a deep neckline but showed no sign of any cleavage. The fit was perfect, lifting, shaping, and showing the true weight and roundness but revealing nothing at all. She also made her remove the light green saree and dbangd her in a matching dark pink saree that again left her midriff transparent see through and this time, before Ruby could do it, Auntie adjusted the dip in her waist a couple of inches below the navel, and dragged her out, presenting Ruby like a painting.
![[Image: 1.webp]](https://i.ibb.co/gMY8hQyp/1.webp)
Auntie: There! Now tell me this doesn’t look perfect.
Ruby smoothed her pallu that was running along the split valley of her boobs, cheeks pink, offering the room a shy, formal smile.
For one second the boys just stared,… and then all four of them stood up at unison.
Raj: No, absolutely not.
Manoj: Bhabhi, you look like a college teacher… Hahaha.
Sumit: Its pretty, yes, but… you do look like a strict principal trying hard.
Rahul: It doesn’t say a wedding blouse at all, Bhabhi. Not at all.
Of all, Ruby’s mouth fell open at Sumit’s comment. Reaching up close, she got hold of his ear and pinched it hard.
Sumit: Aaaahhhhhhh….
Ruby: Strict principal, fine… But what is that “trying hard”, Monkey ?
Laughter bursted around the room as Sumit jumped at his spot, winching in pain… apologising to her. Auntie too joined them, laughing, but her arms were folded and she stood there spectating Ruby… her attire from top to bottom.
Auntie: Yeah, the boys are right. This doesn’t suit you at all.
Ruby: But, Auntie. It’s for measurement only na.
Auntie: But still, taking a measure out of something that doesn’t suit will be like…
Auntie: We can find something else. What is the blouse color you have chosen dear ?
Ruby: Well, the saree is red colour. So…
Manoj: What ? Bhabhi… But, isn’t the first night Saree purple ?
Raj: Yeah, the lace printed saree you wore with a push-up-bra-kind blouse. We all saw…
Ruby’s stomach dropped. The photo, she had sent in a moment of bold, reckless fun, the purple lace print saree dbangd low, and the blouse - pushing her entire breasts up and above, teasing them. She had shared it with them, thinking it harmless flirtation… And now, it had come back to bite her.
Her face went nuclear-red, and she darted to the centre of the boys, voice a fierce, panicked whisper.
Ruby: You idiots. That… was private! You weren't supposed to bring it up like this!
Ruby: What will Auntie think of me ????
Raj: Shit. Sorry, Bhabhi… we didn’t think…
Manoj: We were just teasing… Really sorry.
Ruby stood there, hands on hips, chest rising and falling fast, trying to look angry while her heart tried to climb out of her throat.
Auntie, standing a few steps away, was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that her shoulders shook. She finally lost the battle and let out a warm, affectionate chuckle.
Auntie: Ruby beti, relax. I am sure you were just… teasing them.
Rahul: Bhabhi, I have known Auntie since I was in diapers. She doesn’t judge. Trust me.
Auntie: Your secret is safe with me, darling.
Auntie: I am also sure, it nothing compared to the teasings I have done… She said, winking.
Auntie: Don’t worry. And if the boys get too naughty, I’ll box their ears myself.
Ruby, still nervous, exhaled shakily, some of the panic draining away… and she managed a tiny, sheepish smile.
Ruby: I meant, the reception Saree is red
Auntie: Got you, dear. Check this one out, I think you will be splendid in this one.
Ruby was going in for the third time… while all four boys now stood outside… expectantly.
Raj: Third time is the charm Bhabhi… Make it worth.
Auntie followed Ruby behind the door and shut it with a soft thud that sounded far too loud in the sudden privacy.
Ruby stood there clutching the new bundle, cheeks still blushed. Auntie smiled, gentle and knowing,… and began unpinning the pallu of the dark-pink saree.
Auntie: Those boys out there… they seem like puppies around you, beta.
Auntie: Tails wagging, tongues hanging out. I’ve known Rahul since he was in diapers; never seen him like this though.
Ruby: They are just being silly… She said, smiling little nervous.
Auntie: Silly is one word, dear. Smitten is another.
Auntie: Four of them trailing after one girl to stitch her Sugraat blouse? That’s not silly, that’s devotion.
Ruby: It’s not like that Auntie. They are just… here for a company. She said in a soft voice, almost soundless.
Auntie raised an eyebrow looking at Ruby, almost smiling, and handed her the new different pink coloured blouse… and began tucking the saree into the petticoat.
Auntie: Company that jumps every time you breathe?… she asked, teasing.
Auntie: Company that swallow their tongues every time you come out in a new saree ?
Auntie: They like you a lot, beta. And you like them too, I think…
Auntie: Or you wouldn’t have brought the whole pack to watch you choose something that your husband will take off on the first night.
Auntie: You love teasing them, don’t you ?
Ruby blushed into crimson hearing her words, and could not meet Auntie’s eyes in the mirror… but still, she managed a honest response.
Ruby: I do love them, yes Auntie. My little boys.
Ruby: They are always around, make me laugh… and…
Auntie: And they make you blush… And breathe a little faster…
Auntie: And want your sarees to sit a little lower each time, don’t they ?
Laughing, Auntie stepped back and looked at Ruby up and down… She let out a low, appreciative hum.
Auntie: Arre wah… now this is a bride.
Auntie: Well, a bride on her Sugraat… She teased.
Ruby finally dared to look. The deep pink blouse cupped her breasts like it was made for them deliberately and the saree, same colour as the blouse again dipped an inch below her navel, flowing loose and teasing.
She looked gorgeous in her own eyes.
Auntie: Remember what that quiet one said, dear ?
Auntie: That you look like a college principal…
She leaned close to Ruby’s ear, and whispered…
Auntie: Give him a heart attack this time, beta.
Auntie: Show him what a real bride looks like when she decides to be a little… naughty.
Ruby’s breath hitched. She met her own eyes in the mirror… wide, nervous and sparkling, and felt that familiar, forbidden heat bloom low and fierce in her gut.
She smiled at Auntie with a nod,… and then she tugged, pulled, spread,… and even the pallu slipped off one shoulder on its own, as if the saree itself wanted to show more.
Auntie: That’s my girl.
Auntie: Now go give those puppies something to dream about, alone in the night.
Ruby took one last breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped out from behind the door.
Broad, smooth and impossibly soft, the unhidden portion of Ruby’s upper body gleamed like a chilled ivory under the shop’s bright light, stretching from the delicate under curve of her bulging breasts all the way down to the scandalously low dip of her saree, that teased the edge of revelation of the valley where her thighs would meet. The hollow little navel - a tiny perfect jewel, winking from behind the transparent pallu right at the centre of that flawless expanse, added such a perfection to her entire juicy stomach.
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Ruby: How do I look now, dear student ?… She asked at Sumit, lips bitten.
But Sumit’s jaw had already dropped down and hit the floor.
Sumit: You look like a dream, Bhabhi. He said in a hazy voice.
Rahul: We have seen you in quite a few sarees, some whole and some not so whole….
Raj: But every new saree is like… ‘hold my pallu, watch this’. It just gets better and better.
Manoj: Bro must see this, Bhabhi…
Manoj said, and clicked a picture, and posted in the group chat.
Ruby posed like she was modelling just for their lust to blow through their top, and from the looks of everyone in the room, she could say it was happening, and she felt like she was a goddess in control,… but just then the old man with the tape stepped in front of Ruby.
Old man: Shall we begin, madam ?
… Continued.
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18. The Tailor, The Old man and her Boys - Part 1
Ruby: What the hell, Ruby ?
Ruby: Open your mouth and say something…
Ruby sat at the kitchen counter wearing a loose cotton Kurti and palazzo pants (safe and modest, the armour she had chosen that morning), clutching her coffee like it might have some answers. Uncle too was there sitting opposite to her, staring into his own cup… Neither knew how or what to start.
Even earlier when she was on call with Amit, she could scarcely listen to what Amit was saying or asking… Something from how swimming went and did the boys lose their mind,… to missing her, and loving her. He seemed to be least bothered about what Ruby might have to say… Not that Ruby could say anything cos she was barely contemplating anything herself.
Ruby: Speak anything, will you ???
Ruby: So, Uncle… lovely weather we are having, right ?
Ruby: Lovely weather? Really?… After last night you are talking about the weather?
Spoon clinked softly against the porcelain; Uncle finally decided to look up to meet her eyes.
Uncle: Ruby… about last night…
Ruby: Uncle, we don’t have to…
Uncle: No, we do.
Uncle: I crossed every line a man my age shouldn’t. I’m… ashamed of myself.
Ruby’s throat tightened. She knew what they both did, what she did… but, apparently it had hurt Uncle more than it did to her. In truth, she wasn’t even hurt that mush. She only worried if it might hurt her relationship with him.
Ruby: Uncle… You didn’t cross anything alone. She said, quietly, looking down.
Ruby: I was right there with you, you know…
Uncle: You are young, dear… curious. It’s all natural. But…
Uncle: But I’m old enough to be… I should have stopped it.
Ruby looked at Uncle who now was facing down again and his hands had left the coffee cup and curled into fists on the counter. She reached across and laid her hand over his clenched fist… Light, steady, unafraid.
Ruby: You did stop. The moment I said your name, you froze.
Ruby: But, I’m the one who kept going, remember… She said with a tiny, rueful smile
Uncle: I took something precious from you last night, dear. It was… wrong.
Ruby: No… No, Uncle. Please,… look at me.
Ruby: You actually gave me something… She said, voice soft but sure.
Ruby: I felt… wanted. Powerful. Alive. And I needed that more than I realised.
Uncle looked at her, eyes glassy… observing her face. He did not quite understand what she meant, but wondered what would have made her feel “not wanted” in the first place. It intrigued him.
Uncle: You sure you are all right, dear ?
Ruby: A little embarrassed that we’ll have to look each other in the eye over breakfast for the rest of our lives…
Ruby: but I’m all right, Uncle.
Ruby looked at Uncle with a shallow smile, her hand still over his. And then, she managed a crooked grin and added…
Ruby: We just had a very weird family bonding activity, that’s all.
Uncle huffed a surprised laugh, the tension cracking just enough for him to breathe.
Uncle: You’re impossible… He smiled at last.
Ruby: And you are still my favourite teddy bear. Nothing changes that, Uncle.
Ruby: But lets never…
Uncle: Yes dear… Never again. Never…
Soon, the laughter turned softer, and a slow awkwardness began to creep up again, but they were saved by the horn. Ruby jumped up like she had been saved by angels.
Ruby: That must be the boys. They are here.
Ruby: I would be late, Uncle. So, don’t wait it…
She was already halfway to the door when Uncle called after her, voice gentle but firm.
Uncle: Ruby, dear…
Uncle: That power you discovered last night… The feel of wanted.
Uncle: Be careful with it. It’s stronger than you think.
Ruby paused her steps, and looked at Uncle. She gave him a smile… it was small, knowing, and just a little bit dangerous.
Ruby: Oh, I’m counting on it.
She blew him a quick kiss and bolted out the door, heart racing again,… but this time it was filled with pure, electric anticipation.
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Ruby stepped into the morning sun, hips swaying in the white palazzo pants with the pale-blue kurti looking innocent. A beautiful innocent looking homely girl… if only Raj and Manoj had seen how slutty she had danced the previous night.
She saw the four boys eagerly waiting inside Rahul’s SUV like they had been waiting their whole lives for her arrival. Rahul stepped out and came around to greet her.
Rahul: Morning, Bhabhi. Looking… dangerous. He said, scanning her.
Ruby: Dangerous? I’m literally wearing the most boring outfit I own.
Sumit: Bhabhi, you could wear a potato sack and still look like you are about to ruin our lives.
Ruby: Haha, flattery will get you nowhere, dear.
Ruby: Now, chop chop, get to the back seat,… will you ?
With Rahul driving, Sumit had taken the passenger seat, or more like, was given that seat. Raj and Manoj were in the back side of the car, in all smiles as they had high hopes that Ruby would join them there,… but when as heard Ruby’s “chop chop”, Sumit bursted into a laughter.
Ruby: Why Sumit, what happened ? Why are you laughing so… ?
Sumit: Uhn…. Nothing Bhabhi. I mean…. He pointed his sight at the back seat.
She looked towards where he was pointing at and saw both Raj and Manoj with a sulky look on their face. Ruby laughed too, her sound light and musical, and entered into the car.
Settling down and seated comfortably, she turned around and gave them all at the back a full, radiant smile, and then glanced sideways at Rahul.
Ruby: Drive handsome… Shall we leave ?
Rahul: Oh yes, Bhabhi… He said, stepping on the gas.
The car pulled away from the curb, the engine’s low hum vibrating through the seats, sending a subtle thrill up her thighs. She let her hand rest casually on her lap gently tapping on it, feeling a little nervous inside. Yesterday’s dance and whatnot slowly appeared in front of her eyes.
Ruby: You don’t mind the company, do you, Rahul ?
Raj: Mind ? Why would he mind ?… Raj snapped from behind.
Manoj: That’s what ! We are the poor souls who missed out on last night’s… entertainment?
Panic surged into Ruby’s chest and her eyes grew wide. She turned around in her spot, giving the back row a full outline of her swollen breasts, which up until this point were so well hidden inside the loose Kurti.
Three set of eyes instantly fell on them.
Ruby: What ???…. Who told you ?
Manoj: So,… it’s true then, Bhabhi ?
Raj: Sumit’s been grinning like an idiot since we picked him up.
Manoj: How could you do this to us ? You abandoned us and gave them a show !!!
Ruby: Show ? What show ? We just had coffee, and then… danced a bit.
Raj: A bit? We heard shaking hula hulas, shirt buttons coming off… So cruel Bhabhi. He cried, so loudly.
Ruby’s mouth hung open… She didn’t know whether to laugh at how they were crying or shrink down into her seat, at her own embarrassment. She knew the boys shared everything among them, but hardly guessed that they would talk about the dance.
Looking sideways, she glared toward Rahul.
Rahul: Bhabhi,… I didn’t say a word.
Manoj: You danced an item song for them…
Manoj: God, we missed out big time. You owe us a private show now, Bhabhi.
Ruby’s cheeks went from pink to fire-engine red in the space of a heartbeat.
Ruby: What ?…. What have these devils told you?
Ruby: And private show !!!!
Ruby: Behave you both… or I’ll make you both walk the rest of the way.
Ruby: And you both… next time, keep your mouths shut or...
She started something, but the next instant,… her own voice cut short and she hit her forehead with her hand. Slumping back into the seat, Ruby let out a long, dramatic sigh and crossed her arms under her chest.
Rahul: Next time ? Wow, that’s awesomeee to hear.
Ruby: No… No next time. Its just came out wrong. I should kill you both…
Ruby: You two are… so dead to me.
Ruby: I hate you all.
Ruby: …A little. She said blushing, shy, and just a little angry.
Sumit muttered a silent apology under his breath… but the entire way Raj and Manoj kept crying for missing out, and were begging for one such repeat event, and Ruby continued to playfully scold them all four.
There was a lot of laughing and crying and scolding, but soon… they arrived at their destination. Rahul pulled into what looked like a small, beautifully built house with stone walls, decorated with golden lights high on large trees.
As they stepped out, a middle aged woman, must be in her 40s came out smiling towards Rahul. She hugged Rahul tightly wrapping her hands around him, before turning around and smiling warmly towards the others.
Auntie: Hello Ruby. Rahul informed me that you are looking to stitch a blouse.
Auntie: Have you decided on a design yet ?
Auntie took Ruby by the hand and as they both entered in, discussing, the four boys followed them into the house-shop like ducklings walking behind a mother duck.
The shop had a nice setting inside too… A very big room with machines spread evenly across the room, rolls of fresh fabrics arranged by the wall, a big couch to sit in, and in through an open door was another small room with what looked like stitched blouses and dresses kept ready for delivery.
Auntie: Its fine, dear. We will decide on something, together.
Auntie: I am sure the boys are eager to help too.
Ruby: Shying, and smiling… Do you have any samples, pamphlets or something, Auntie ?
Auntie: We have a variety of samples, but first, let us get your measurement, shall we ?
Ruby: Okay sure, Auntie… She responded, standing straight.
Auntie turned around and made a sound that was barely audible to the ones currently in the room, but god knows how he heard, a very short, bald headed tiny old man came sprinting out of the small room… with a tape in his hand.
He came and looked awkwardly, and a little nervously at Ruby,… and Ruby’s stomach too did a tiny flip the moment the old tailor appeared.
Ruby: Auntie…
As if she heard Ruby’s thoughts, Auntie came and kept a hand on Ruby’s shoulders… like an assurance.
Auntie: Don’t worry, dear. He is a professional and a very nice person.
Auntie: He is the one who will be stitching your blouse.
Ruby had been serviced by male tailors before, but mostly they would have a female person to take measurements or she would give them a measurement blouse, but nothing this time. She still looked a little nervous, but with an assured look from Rahul, she decided to get on with it.
If anything, her boys were there to protect her.
Ruby smiled politely towards the old man, presenting herself, while Auntie turned towards the boys.
Auntie: Dears, why don’t you all take a seat…
Auntie: We will take the measurements first, and then, perhaps we can try out some samples for the bride to be.
The old man cleared his throat, and stepped closer, raising the tape with shaking hands. Ruby instinctively folded her arms under her chest, then realised that only accentuated her breasts like a pushup bra… and quickly dropped them again, cheeks blushing.
He barely looked into Ruby’s eyes but came closer and stretched the tape around her back to bring the ends together in front. Accidentally, his knuckles brushed the sides of her breasts for a quick fraction of a second and Ruby jumped as if she had been shocked.
Old man: I am sorry… I am sorry.
He squeaked and took a full step back, looking bewildered. Honestly, he did not intend it, but any client can mistake him for it. At the same time, the way Ruby had jumped back, four simultaneous, poorly-stifled snickers came from the couch and hearing it, she shot them a death glare over her shoulder. She looked back at the poor old man, and felt a little pity at how he had jumped.
Ruby: Its okay, I was accidental.
Old man: I am sorry again, madam, but your dress will make this job very difficult.
Old man: A saree would be much easier…
He said, turning his look towards Auntie… who now came in between them hurriedly, like she had forgotten to tell something to her.
Auntie: Oh, yes dear. I totally forgot. We cannot measure in this.
Ruby: But, I don’t have a saree with me… She dragged, and Auntie cut her short.
Auntie: Don’t worry, dear. We have a lot of samples… You can try on a fitting one.
Auntie: Do you have any color preference ? She asked and started looking for one.
Up until now, the boys were all sitting quietly, but upon hearing Auntie now, a couple of them jumped in. It was Raj and Manoj.
Raj: Something light and bright I would say….
Manoj: Light on the shoulders... Nothing too heavy.
Ruby: Ai… chup you both. Anything is fine, Auntie. It’s just for measurement, right.
As Ruby silenced the two fellows, Auntie fetched a neatly folded package and came towards Ruby, laughing gently.
Auntie: The boys seem very eager…
Auntie: Here, I think this might look good on you. Try it out, inside… This way.
Auntie guided Ruby towards the small room. Sending her in and closing the door behind, she came back and Rahul went to meet her. Sumit, Raj and Manoj remained on the couch, a bit afar. They could not hear what Auntie and Rahul were speaking, but from the way Rahul was flushing, it looked like Auntie was teasing him.
Inside, Ruby dropped her pants revealing the dark green panty she was wearing underneath. She peeled off the kurti too, letting the cool air kiss her milky white skin all over, feeling goose bumps on her skin. Folding, and neatly setting her cloths aside, she opened the package given by Auntie.
Ruby was gone for a full 15 minutes but when the door opened, a spark of light beamed from all four boy’s eyes. Wrapped neatly in a light green colored saree and a contrast pink colored blouse,… Ruby looked gorgeous. Not gorgeous sexy, but stunningly beautiful. The saree was light and transparent leaving her midriff to be exposed, but she had wrapped it so precisely high around her waist that her entire navel was hidden,… yet it looked so alluring to the viewers. The blouse was sleeveless, and even though it had a broad neck, it barely showed any cleavage, but still, it gave her bust a full, heavy eye turning look.
With blouse being modest, Ruby stepped out smoothing her pallu to the side, showcasing her blouse to Auntie,… and by extension to everyone else in the room.
Ruby: This better, Auntie ?
Auntie: Yes beta, you look lovely! But let's check the fit for accuracy…
The blouse was a bit loose, yes… but before Ruby could even say that, Auntie stepped closer and slid her cool fingers through the loose seam of the blouse, brushing her back knuckles over the soft, inner curve of Ruby's breast as she tugged at the fabric. The touch was brief, professional, but the unexpected graze against her sensitive skin made Ruby jerk and she felt a tingling in her chest.
Ruby: Oouh… she smiled.
Ruby: Your fingers… they are cold, Auntie.
Auntie: Ah, sorry dear. This blouse is a bit big for you.
Auntie: The measurements won’t come correct.
While Auntie and Ruby stood in the centre of room, examining the cloth,… a few voices chimed in from the couch.
Raj: Yeah, definitely too much room Auntie. We agree.
Auntie: Oh, you all can see that too ?... Dutt. She said at them in common.
Auntie: Come dear. Let me find another apt one. What is your size, anyway ?
Rahul: Oh, that must be… 34DD, I believe.
Manoj: Hey, no bro. I think we settled on 36D.
Ruby’s eyes widened so much that her eye balls popped out of the socket. Turning around, she glared so fiercely at the boys, and turned back to see Auntie quietly controlling her laugh.
Ruby: These idiots. What will she think of me !!
Auntie: Ruby dear… Your size? She asked again, coming with two packages.
Ruby: It’s… It’s 34D Auntie. She whispered, nervous.
Ruby’s cheeks were burning from the boys’ shameless guessing game when Auntie gently steered her back toward the changing room, package in hand.
Auntie: Men will always exaggerate, dear. Don’t mind them.
Auntie: Come, let’s get you into something that actually fits. I guess this will, perfectly.
Auntie: Master-ji. Could you close the main door. We don’t want anyone barging in.
Inside the small room, Auntie helped her out of the loose light pink blouse and into the second one: A sleeveless, dark-pink one that ran a deep neckline but showed no sign of any cleavage. The fit was perfect, lifting, shaping, and showing the true weight and roundness but revealing nothing at all. She also made her remove the light green saree and dbangd her in a matching dark pink saree that again left her midriff transparent see through and this time, before Ruby could do it, Auntie adjusted the dip in her waist a couple of inches below the navel, and dragged her out, presenting Ruby like a painting.
Auntie: There! Now tell me this doesn’t look perfect.
Ruby smoothed her pallu that was running along the split valley of her boobs, cheeks pink, offering the room a shy, formal smile.
For one second the boys just stared,… and then all four of them stood up at unison.
Raj: No, absolutely not.
Manoj: Bhabhi, you look like a college teacher… Hahaha.
Sumit: Its pretty, yes, but… you do look like a strict principal trying hard.
Rahul: It doesn’t say a wedding blouse at all, Bhabhi. Not at all.
Of all, Ruby’s mouth fell open at Sumit’s comment. Reaching up close, she got hold of his ear and pinched it hard.
Sumit: Aaaahhhhhhh….
Ruby: Strict principal, fine… But what is that “trying hard”, Monkey ?
Laughter bursted around the room as Sumit jumped at his spot, winching in pain… apologising to her. Auntie too joined them, laughing, but her arms were folded and she stood there spectating Ruby… her attire from top to bottom.
Auntie: Yeah, the boys are right. This doesn’t suit you at all.
Ruby: But, Auntie. It’s for measurement only na.
Auntie: But still, taking a measure out of something that doesn’t suit will be like…
Auntie: We can find something else. What is the blouse color you have chosen dear ?
Ruby: Well, the saree is red colour. So…
Manoj: What ? Bhabhi… But, isn’t the first night Saree purple ?
Raj: Yeah, the lace printed saree you wore with a push-up-bra-kind blouse. We all saw…
Ruby’s stomach dropped. The photo, she had sent in a moment of bold, reckless fun, the purple lace print saree dbangd low, and the blouse - pushing her entire breasts up and above, teasing them. She had shared it with them, thinking it harmless flirtation… And now, it had come back to bite her.
Her face went nuclear-red, and she darted to the centre of the boys, voice a fierce, panicked whisper.
Ruby: You idiots. That… was private! You weren't supposed to bring it up like this!
Ruby: What will Auntie think of me ????
Raj: Shit. Sorry, Bhabhi… we didn’t think…
Manoj: We were just teasing… Really sorry.
Ruby stood there, hands on hips, chest rising and falling fast, trying to look angry while her heart tried to climb out of her throat.
Auntie, standing a few steps away, was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that her shoulders shook. She finally lost the battle and let out a warm, affectionate chuckle.
Auntie: Ruby beti, relax. I am sure you were just… teasing them.
Rahul: Bhabhi, I have known Auntie since I was in diapers. She doesn’t judge. Trust me.
Auntie: Your secret is safe with me, darling.
Auntie: I am also sure, it nothing compared to the teasings I have done… She said, winking.
Auntie: Don’t worry. And if the boys get too naughty, I’ll box their ears myself.
Ruby, still nervous, exhaled shakily, some of the panic draining away… and she managed a tiny, sheepish smile.
Ruby: I meant, the reception Saree is red
Auntie: Got you, dear. Check this one out, I think you will be splendid in this one.
Ruby was going in for the third time… while all four boys now stood outside… expectantly.
Raj: Third time is the charm Bhabhi… Make it worth.
Auntie followed Ruby behind the door and shut it with a soft thud that sounded far too loud in the sudden privacy.
Ruby stood there clutching the new bundle, cheeks still blushed. Auntie smiled, gentle and knowing,… and began unpinning the pallu of the dark-pink saree.
Auntie: Those boys out there… they seem like puppies around you, beta.
Auntie: Tails wagging, tongues hanging out. I’ve known Rahul since he was in diapers; never seen him like this though.
Ruby: They are just being silly… She said, smiling little nervous.
Auntie: Silly is one word, dear. Smitten is another.
Auntie: Four of them trailing after one girl to stitch her Sugraat blouse? That’s not silly, that’s devotion.
Ruby: It’s not like that Auntie. They are just… here for a company. She said in a soft voice, almost soundless.
Auntie raised an eyebrow looking at Ruby, almost smiling, and handed her the new different pink coloured blouse… and began tucking the saree into the petticoat.
Auntie: Company that jumps every time you breathe?… she asked, teasing.
Auntie: Company that swallow their tongues every time you come out in a new saree ?
Auntie: They like you a lot, beta. And you like them too, I think…
Auntie: Or you wouldn’t have brought the whole pack to watch you choose something that your husband will take off on the first night.
Auntie: You love teasing them, don’t you ?
Ruby blushed into crimson hearing her words, and could not meet Auntie’s eyes in the mirror… but still, she managed a honest response.
Ruby: I do love them, yes Auntie. My little boys.
Ruby: They are always around, make me laugh… and…
Auntie: And they make you blush… And breathe a little faster…
Auntie: And want your sarees to sit a little lower each time, don’t they ?
Laughing, Auntie stepped back and looked at Ruby up and down… She let out a low, appreciative hum.
Auntie: Arre wah… now this is a bride.
Auntie: Well, a bride on her Sugraat… She teased.
Ruby finally dared to look. The deep pink blouse cupped her breasts like it was made for them deliberately and the saree, same colour as the blouse again dipped an inch below her navel, flowing loose and teasing.
She looked gorgeous in her own eyes.
Auntie: Remember what that quiet one said, dear ?
Auntie: That you look like a college principal…
She leaned close to Ruby’s ear, and whispered…
Auntie: Give him a heart attack this time, beta.
Auntie: Show him what a real bride looks like when she decides to be a little… naughty.
Ruby’s breath hitched. She met her own eyes in the mirror… wide, nervous and sparkling, and felt that familiar, forbidden heat bloom low and fierce in her gut.
She smiled at Auntie with a nod,… and then she tugged, pulled, spread,… and even the pallu slipped off one shoulder on its own, as if the saree itself wanted to show more.
Auntie: That’s my girl.
Auntie: Now go give those puppies something to dream about, alone in the night.
Ruby took one last breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped out from behind the door.
Broad, smooth and impossibly soft, the unhidden portion of Ruby’s upper body gleamed like a chilled ivory under the shop’s bright light, stretching from the delicate under curve of her bulging breasts all the way down to the scandalously low dip of her saree, that teased the edge of revelation of the valley where her thighs would meet. The hollow little navel - a tiny perfect jewel, winking from behind the transparent pallu right at the centre of that flawless expanse, added such a perfection to her entire juicy stomach.
Ruby: How do I look now, dear student ?… She asked at Sumit, lips bitten.
But Sumit’s jaw had already dropped down and hit the floor.
Sumit: You look like a dream, Bhabhi. He said in a hazy voice.
Rahul: We have seen you in quite a few sarees, some whole and some not so whole….
Raj: But every new saree is like… ‘hold my pallu, watch this’. It just gets better and better.
Manoj: Bro must see this, Bhabhi…
Manoj said, and clicked a picture, and posted in the group chat.
Ruby posed like she was modelling just for their lust to blow through their top, and from the looks of everyone in the room, she could say it was happening, and she felt like she was a goddess in control,… but just then the old man with the tape stepped in front of Ruby.
Old man: Shall we begin, madam ?
… Continued.
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