Siva - Gayatri Raj

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9. Playing Carrom Board

The next day, when Raj reached Siva’s home, Chintu welcomed him. By then Gayatri came and said “Hey hi Raj..please come in..”. She was as usual looking gorgeous in a saree…it was a yellow transparent saree. He wasn’t able to control himself by staring at her deep navel…oh my goodness. He was just curiously waiting for the time when he could kiss her navel. she said “Raj..you can put your things there and freshen up..” by the time he came back, Siva also came back from office. They had tea together and chatted for a while. Then Chintu started telling his father that he wanted to play carrom board to which Siva said to wait since he was talking to Raj. Then Raj said ”Let's play carrom Bhayya for Chintu, he will feel happy.” Then Siva said “Ok dude..lets play..”..and then he called Gayatri too to join the game to make two teams. Then Siva said to Chintu “Ok mamma and me in one team and you and Raj uncle in other team..” but Chintu just wanted to be with his father and cried “No no no..” then Siva said “Ok..let us be a team then..then mamma and uncle will be in one team ok..”..for which Chintu said “Ok..”..when Gayatri came to the game, Raj’s total focus was on her navel…as she was coming closer and the navel was getting clearly visible, his heart was raising..wow man..

Raj was just mad at her navel. “When, when, and when will I be tasting it” and she came and sat and they started playing. Raj and Gayatri won the game and Chintu was sad about it and said “Dad..uncle is a good player and will play only with uncle..” to which Raj said “sure Chintu..I will teach you this game better..ok..” so that way Chintu too got close with Raj. He thought he was the key to his sexy mom. 

The carrom game had ended, but Gayatri and Raj were still in the room. The others had left, their laughter slowly fading down the hallway. Now, the space was quiet, lit only by a soft yellow light from a corner lamp.

Gayatri bent down to pick up a striker that had rolled away. Her saree shifted slightly as she moved. Raj noticed, and for a second, he stopped breathing.

The loose end of her saree had slipped from her shoulder. The soft folds had pulled down just enough to reveal her slim waist… and her navel. It was sudden, unintentional—but beautiful. Raj's eyes were fixed. He didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t look away. The light touched her skin like a gentle whisper.

Gayatri hadn’t noticed.

As she stood up quickly, her foot got caught in the edge of the carrom board. She lost balance. She gave a small cry, her body leaning back.

Before she could fall, Raj rushed forward. He caught her in time—one arm around her waist, the other holding her hand tightly.

They were close. Closer than they had ever been.

Gayatri's body pressed softly against his. Her hair brushed his cheek. His hand was still around her waist… right above her exposed navel. Her eyes widened as she realized. She could feel his breath on her skin. The air between them felt heavy, warm, and full of something new—something neither of them had expected.

Her saree had shifted more now. The curve of her navel was clearly visible. It wasn’t just a moment anymore. It was magic, frozen in time.

Raj looked into her eyes. She looked back. Both were silent, but their hearts were shouting.

Gayatri's face turned red. She quickly pulled her saree up, trying to cover herself. Her fingers were shaking. She looked away, shy and nervous.

Raj stepped back, as if waking up from a dream. His heart was racing. He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. His chest was full of something he didn’t understand—something deep, strong, and burning.

Without another look, he turned and walked out.

Gayatri stood still, holding the edge of her saree tightly. Her cheeks still warm, her mind spinning. She had never seen Raj like that before. And she had never felt like this.

That one moment stayed with both of them.

That night, Raj couldn’t sleep. He kept seeing her eyes… her face… the soft skin of her waist… her navel is so close… the way she had looked at him. He was just thinking of Gayatri’s beautiful navel. Visualized touching it and kissing it. The thought itself was a nerve breaking feeling. He can’t imagine the reality of experiencing her navel.

Something had awakened in him—something sweet, wild, and impossible to ignore.

The next day Raj went to office and came back early, got fresh up and reached Siva’s home. Gayatri opened the door for him, after seeing him she could not speak anything, kept her head down, asked her to come inside and straight went into the bedroom. Raj could understand the situation and he sat with Chintu in the living room and started playing with him. Gayatri stood in front of the mirror, slowly adjusting her saree. Her fingers paused near her waist—the same place Raj had touched when he saved her. The memory came rushing back. His eyes, his arms around her, her saree slipping... her navel visible... the way their eyes had met.

She closed her eyes for a second, feeling her cheeks warm again.

"It was just an accident," she told herself. "He didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to…"

But something had changed. That moment was too powerful, too real to forget.

She walked into the living room, pretending everything was normal. Chintu is playing. 

But Gayatri’s eyes kept looking for someone else. Raj. He was there—sitting on the sofa, quietly reading a magazine. He looked calm on the outside, but inside, Raj was a storm.

He hadn’t slept much. All night, he kept seeing her fall into his arms. Her soft skin against his. Her shy eyes. That one second where she had looked at him, not as a friend, but as something… more.

He saw her enter the room now. She looked at him for just a second. Just a second—but it felt like time stopped again.

Their eyes met. Both remembered.

Both quickly looked away.

There was no hello. No smile. No small talk. Just silence.

And yet, in that silence, so much was said.

Gayatri quickly stepped into the kitchen and returned with a cup of tea for Raj. As she approached him, the gentle sway of her saree revealed a glimpse of her navel once again. Raj hadn't even touched the tea yet, but the sight alone made him feel a strange calm. His heart beat slower, but his thoughts grew louder. A decision had already started forming in his mind—he wanted to do something. Something he could no longer hold back. Gayatri walked back into the kitchen, while Raj stayed in the hall playing with little Chintu. After a while, Raj suggested they both go into the kitchen, pretending it was just to continue playing—but deep down, he had another reason. 

He wanted to see her again.

As he stepped in, his eyes immediately found her. Gayatri had casually tucked her pallu around her waist, and in doing so, her navel was left fully visible.

Raj froze for a moment. This was different. For the first time, he saw her navel clearly—uncovered, bare, and impossibly beautiful. His heart skipped a beat. It was such a simple thing, but to him, it felt like a secret glimpse into something intimate. A moment he never expected, but one he would never forget, wow it was a sight to enjoy.

Raj and little Chintu sat near the stove where Gayatri was busy preparing dinner. Raj was closer to her than ever before. As she moved around the kitchen, her pallu remained tucked around her waist, leaving her navel clearly visible.

Raj's eyes kept drifting toward it—it was the closest he'd ever been to her, and this time, her navel was uncovered. A deep, round, and incredibly attractive sight that held his attention completely. He didn’t speak a word; his mind was lost in that single view.

Gayatri, noticing the silence, broke it with a soft voice, “How was your day, Raj?”

Still distracted, he replied quietly, “Bhabhi... it was okay,” barely lifting his eyes, his thoughts completely elsewhere.

Soon, Gayatri finished cooking and joined Raj and Chintu in the hall. They all waited for Siva to return. A little while later, he called to say he’d be home late and told them to go ahead with dinner. So the three of them ate together.

After dinner, Chintu’s energy returned, and he jumped up excitedly. “Let’s play carrom again! Me and uncle on one side, and mamma on the other!”

Gayatri laughed and nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”

Raj, with a playful grin, added, “Let’s make it interesting. A challenge—whoever loses has to give something to the winner.”

Gayatri raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, okay. But what exactly?”

“Whatever the winner asks for,” Raj said, eyes glinting with mischief.

She chuckled, slightly suspicious. “Fine. But it should be within limits—and something I can actually do.”

The game began with laughter and teasing. But fate played in Raj’s favor—Gayatri lost.

With a playful sigh, she asked, “Okay, Raj. What do you want?”

He leaned in slightly and replied with a smirk, “I’ll tell you when the time comes. But remember—you promised not to say no.”

She gave him a knowing smile. “Okay, but only if it’s in my control.”

Soon, Chintu began to feel sleepy and was taken to bed. Siva still hadn’t returned. Gayatri was tidying up in the kitchen when Raj saw the perfect moment.

He walked in quietly. She looked up and asked, “Is Chintu asleep?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

Once again, his eyes were drawn to her waist. Her pallu was still tied around it, and her navel was visible—this time even more clearly. The sight made his heart pound.

“Bhabhi…” Raj began, his tone a little serious now. “You remember the game? You lost… and I haven’t claimed my prize yet.”

Gayatri gave a light sigh, half amused. “Alright, what is it that you want, Raj?”

“First… promise you won’t say no,” he said, his voice lower, filled with nervous energy.

She gave him a curious look. “Raj, what is this? Just tell me—if it’s something I can give, I will.”

Taking a deep breath, he finally said it.

“Bhabhi… I want to kiss your navel.”

The air in the kitchen froze.

Gayatri’s eyes widened. “Raj… do you even know what you’re asking?” she said, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief. “I’m your friend’s wife…”

“I know,” he said, quickly. “But from the first time I saw you, I’ve been… drawn to you. Especially your navel. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve imagined kissing it, teasing it, feeling it…” His voice trembled with raw honesty.

Gayatri stepped back slightly. “No, Raj. I can’t do that. Please… this isn’t right.”

“But you promised…” he said softly, almost pleading.

“I didn’t know you’d ask for something like this,” she replied, her voice now more firm. “I thought it would be something innocent. Please don’t ask me again.”

Raj hesitated, then spoke again—quieter, more desperate. “Okay, at least let me look at it up close. Just a glimpse, I won’t touch. I promise. I’m losing my mind thinking about it… please…”

Just then—the doorbell rang. Siva was back.

Gayatri froze in place, quickly adjusting her saree, wrapping the pallu properly. Raj composed himself and walked out to greet Siva like nothing had happened. “Tough day at work?” he asked casually, masking the storm inside him.

They sat at the dining table while Gayatri served dinner. She was extra careful, keeping her saree tightly dbangd, avoiding any accidental exposure. But Raj’s eyes still found their way to her waist every now and then, his thoughts still spinning.

After Siva finished eating, they all went to sleep.

As Raj got up to leave, he paused for a second, looked at Gayatri and softly said, “Sorry, Bhabhi… for earlier.”

She gave a small, tired smile. “It’s okay, Raj,” she replied gently, as if brushing the moment aside.

But neither of them would forget that night.