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Chapter 86 – The First Day of the Date: Shedding Shyness and Clothes
Inside the shop
He — turned to her with a warm smile.
“First stop. We’re getting you out of chudidhar and sarees for a bit.”
Mirnaa blinked — cheeks already pink.
“But… I’m comfortable in them.”
Bharath chuckled — gentle, teasing.
“That’s why we’re here. Vikram and I spoke about this. You’re young, beautiful — you deserve to explore. Just try. If you hate it — we leave. No pressure.”
Mirnaa hesitated — then nodded.
They entered an exclusive women’s store — minimalist, scented with sandalwood, racks of flowing fabrics and bold cuts.
Bharath guided her — calm, confident.
She gravitated toward kurtas and lehengas — familiar, safe.
Bharath stopped her — hand light on her wrist.
“Not this zone, something more but lets Start slow.”
![[Image: image-5.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/qFgtNHvy/image-5.jpg)
He picked a simple maxi dress — soft cotton, ankle-length, sleeveless, deep neckline.
“Try this first.”
Mirnaa took it — disappeared into the trial room.
She emerged a minute later — shy, arms crossed over her chest.
Bharath’s eyes darkened — subtle hunger.
“Turn around.”
She did — slowly.
The dress hugged her waist, flared at the hips, the neckline dipping just enough to show the tops of her breasts.
He took out his phone.
“Photo?”
Mirnaa hesitated — then smiled small.
“Okay.”
He snapped a few — close, intimate.
Then — he picked a crop top and skirt set — high-waisted skirt, cropped blouse with thin straps.
Mirnaa’s eyes widened.
“This… is too much.”
Bharath stepped closer — voice low.
“Just try. For me.”
She went back in — hands shaking.
When she stepped out — the crop top ended just below her ribs, exposing a strip of smooth midriff.
The skirt hugged her hips, ending mid-thigh.
Mirnaa wrapped her arms around herself — red-faced.
Bharath gave her a beach suit next — bikini-style top and bottom, light cover-up.
She shook her head.
“No… people are there. I never wore this, I can’t come out like this… and before you…”
Bharath smiled — gentle but firm.
“We are on a date. You are my lover, i need to see you in this.. Vikram and i agreed on this.. Remember we will wear in private space , no eyes, privacy.. and we need to.
Just dress this and call me. If you worry about others, then I will come in and check. You need not come out.”
Mirnaa swallowed — then nodded.
Ten minutes later — she called softly.
Bharath stepped into the trial room with her — door half-closed.
“Relax.”
He stood behind her — hands gentle on her shoulders — bare skin under his palms. Only a bra strap between his fingers and her back.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered — breath warm on her neck.
Mirnaa’s heart hammered.
He leaned in — quick, soft lip kiss.
She gasped — but didn’t pull away.
He stepped back — smiling.
“Buy it.”
They purchased — maxi dress, crop top + skirt, beach suit, a few more modern pieces (off-shoulder tops, shorts, a beach cover-up).
Mirnaa was tired — legs aching from trying on clothes, mind swirling.
They sat on a bench in the mall — central atrium, people passing, soft music playing.
Bharath sat beside her — close.
He gently pushed her head onto his shoulder.
She smiled — small.
“Why?”
“Take rest.”
The comfort was new for her — Vikram never did this in public.
To make her more comfortable — he slid his arm around her back — grabbed her waist — pulled her in until her head rested fully on his chest, her body tucked against his side.
Mirnaa immediately realized — they were in public.
“Ayo — it’s public…”
Bharath pushed her head back gently — locking her against him.
“Let it be. Lesson to shed your inhibitions.”
She whispered — half-protest, half-surrender.
“Whatever…”
They went back to the shop again in the same mall — some more clothes for him. She picked a few colors for him — they joked. They laughed.
And this time — Bharath said:
“Let’s sit for a min.”
Just to test her — if she would sit and put her head on him.
This time — she willingly put her head on his shoulder — legs crossed, showing her cleavage line to him.
![[Image: image-4.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/N6HmFwn2/image-4.jpg)
He kissed her forehead.
Mirnaa said — soft.
“No… not here.”
Bharath smiled.
“Okay, madam.”
In a single day — he built lies.
She bought them all.
He saw her so close.
He made her head fall on his shoulder.
Slowly. Calculatedly.
She now wore one of the modern outfits — the crop top and skirt — feeling exposed, shy, but strangely alive.
Before they left for the hotel — they took a selfie.
Mirnaa — after a thought — sent it to Vikram.
![[Image: image-3.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/6cPSR6SH/image-3.jpg)
We reached. How is my new outfit looks?
No answer from Vikram.
She stared at the screen — heart sinking a little.
Bharath watched her — silent.
Then — he took her hand.
“Let’s go to the hotel.”
The trap was tightening — inch by inch.
Inside the shop
He — turned to her with a warm smile.
“First stop. We’re getting you out of chudidhar and sarees for a bit.”
Mirnaa blinked — cheeks already pink.
“But… I’m comfortable in them.”
Bharath chuckled — gentle, teasing.
“That’s why we’re here. Vikram and I spoke about this. You’re young, beautiful — you deserve to explore. Just try. If you hate it — we leave. No pressure.”
Mirnaa hesitated — then nodded.
They entered an exclusive women’s store — minimalist, scented with sandalwood, racks of flowing fabrics and bold cuts.
Bharath guided her — calm, confident.
She gravitated toward kurtas and lehengas — familiar, safe.
Bharath stopped her — hand light on her wrist.
“Not this zone, something more but lets Start slow.”
He picked a simple maxi dress — soft cotton, ankle-length, sleeveless, deep neckline.
“Try this first.”
Mirnaa took it — disappeared into the trial room.
She emerged a minute later — shy, arms crossed over her chest.
Bharath’s eyes darkened — subtle hunger.
“Turn around.”
She did — slowly.
The dress hugged her waist, flared at the hips, the neckline dipping just enough to show the tops of her breasts.
He took out his phone.
“Photo?”
Mirnaa hesitated — then smiled small.
“Okay.”
He snapped a few — close, intimate.
Then — he picked a crop top and skirt set — high-waisted skirt, cropped blouse with thin straps.
Mirnaa’s eyes widened.
“This… is too much.”
Bharath stepped closer — voice low.
“Just try. For me.”
She went back in — hands shaking.
When she stepped out — the crop top ended just below her ribs, exposing a strip of smooth midriff.
The skirt hugged her hips, ending mid-thigh.
Mirnaa wrapped her arms around herself — red-faced.
Bharath gave her a beach suit next — bikini-style top and bottom, light cover-up.
She shook her head.
“No… people are there. I never wore this, I can’t come out like this… and before you…”
Bharath smiled — gentle but firm.
“We are on a date. You are my lover, i need to see you in this.. Vikram and i agreed on this.. Remember we will wear in private space , no eyes, privacy.. and we need to.
Just dress this and call me. If you worry about others, then I will come in and check. You need not come out.”
Mirnaa swallowed — then nodded.
Ten minutes later — she called softly.
Bharath stepped into the trial room with her — door half-closed.
“Relax.”
He stood behind her — hands gentle on her shoulders — bare skin under his palms. Only a bra strap between his fingers and her back.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered — breath warm on her neck.
Mirnaa’s heart hammered.
He leaned in — quick, soft lip kiss.
She gasped — but didn’t pull away.
He stepped back — smiling.
“Buy it.”
They purchased — maxi dress, crop top + skirt, beach suit, a few more modern pieces (off-shoulder tops, shorts, a beach cover-up).
Mirnaa was tired — legs aching from trying on clothes, mind swirling.
They sat on a bench in the mall — central atrium, people passing, soft music playing.
Bharath sat beside her — close.
He gently pushed her head onto his shoulder.
She smiled — small.
“Why?”
“Take rest.”
The comfort was new for her — Vikram never did this in public.
To make her more comfortable — he slid his arm around her back — grabbed her waist — pulled her in until her head rested fully on his chest, her body tucked against his side.
Mirnaa immediately realized — they were in public.
“Ayo — it’s public…”
Bharath pushed her head back gently — locking her against him.
“Let it be. Lesson to shed your inhibitions.”
She whispered — half-protest, half-surrender.
“Whatever…”
They went back to the shop again in the same mall — some more clothes for him. She picked a few colors for him — they joked. They laughed.
And this time — Bharath said:
“Let’s sit for a min.”
Just to test her — if she would sit and put her head on him.
This time — she willingly put her head on his shoulder — legs crossed, showing her cleavage line to him.
He kissed her forehead.
Mirnaa said — soft.
“No… not here.”
Bharath smiled.
“Okay, madam.”
In a single day — he built lies.
She bought them all.
He saw her so close.
He made her head fall on his shoulder.
Slowly. Calculatedly.
She now wore one of the modern outfits — the crop top and skirt — feeling exposed, shy, but strangely alive.
Before they left for the hotel — they took a selfie.
Mirnaa — after a thought — sent it to Vikram.
We reached. How is my new outfit looks?
No answer from Vikram.
She stared at the screen — heart sinking a little.
Bharath watched her — silent.
Then — he took her hand.
“Let’s go to the hotel.”
The trap was tightening — inch by inch.
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