Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Ajay rode his bike as fast as he safely could through the morning traffic, weaving between vehicles. His mind was a mess — guilt over Meera, worry about Navya waiting alone in the shop, and the dangerous decision he had made to help her. He reached the small tourism shop at 11:45 AM, nearly two hours later than he had promised.
He parked the bike, pulled up the shutter with a loud metallic rattle, and stepped inside.
Navya had woken up around 9 AM, disoriented and scared. The first thing she noticed was the note on the table:
“I will be back by 10 AM. Stay here. Don’t open the door for anyone. — Ajay”
She also realized her short dress had ridden up completely during sleep, exposing her bare ass and pussy. She quickly pulled it down. She wondered if Ajay had seen her like that when he left the note.

Did he see my ass and pussy? The thought made her cheeks burn, but she was too exhausted and scared to dwell on it for long. She was in survival mode.
She freshened up in the small attached bathroom, washing her face and trying to compose herself. Hunger gnawed at her stomach. She looked around the cluttered office to distract herself. Things were scattered everywhere — books on accounting and cyber security, several camera boxes (some opened, with small hidden cameras inside), and a box containing fake wigs, beards, and glasses.

Does this guy do fancy dress or something? she thought, half-amused despite her situation. To kill time and stay busy, she started arranging the items neatly on the shelves and desk.
Time passed. By 11:45, she heard the shutter opening. Her heart jumped. She was scared it might not be Ajay. She pressed her ear to the door, listening carefully.

Outside, a male voice called out.
“Ajay beta, you’re coming now? Why so late? I thought you were already inside. I heard some noises from your office earlier. Maybe a thief got in.”
Ajay’s voice replied quickly, sounding tense.
“You heard noise? what noise there will be no noise"
"No I heard tap running noise also some tuk tuk voice"

Ajay thought a while doesnot know what to tell.
“You heard noise..... Oh… that’s my friend. He came very late yesterday night, so I let him stay here. I forgot about him.”

The other guy wasn’t convinced.
“Then why did you lock from outside?”
Ajay fumbled for an answer.
“I… I didn’t want to disturb him. He was very tired.”
The neighbor persisted, his tone suspicious.
“Let me also get to know your friend then.”

Navya’s heart raced. She understood immediately — Ajay didn’t want anyone to see her. But the neighbor had already heard noises and was pushing to come inside.
Her eyes fell on the box with the fake wigs and beards. She remembered seeing it earlier. A desperate idea formed.

Ajay stood at the shutter, trying desperately to stall the old neighbor. The man was persistent, peering curiously into the shop.
“Uncle, there are people waiting in your shop,” Ajay said quickly, pointing toward the neighboring store. “It’s okay, they will wait. Those are familiar faces.”
The old man waved his hand dismissively.
“Getting a chance to know a new face, I should not leave such an opportunity. Come on, open the door. Let me meet your friend.”

Ajay knew he was getting into trouble. He tried stalling for another 5-10 minutes, making excuses about his friend being tired, the shop being messy, even pretending to look for the key. But the neighbor wasn’t listening. He kept insisting, his curiosity growing stronger.
Finally, with no other choice, Ajay unlocked the shutter and pulled it up.
To his complete surprise, there was a man standing inside — a bearded man with glasses, wearing a loose kurta and pajama. The figure looked pale and nervous, standing awkwardly near the desk.

The old neighbor stepped in, looking around.Then he turned to the bearded man and smiled.
“This is your friend? You did a crime by locking him inside. Look how scared and pale he looks.”

Ajay stared closely at the bearded man. The disguise was surprisingly good — the fake beard, the glasses, the loose kurta hiding the chest. But then he noticed the unusually swollen chest area under the kurta. It was Navya.
She had quickly put on the disguise from the box — the fake beard, glasses, and one of the old kurta-pajama sets Ajay had used during his undercover visits for intel on Vikram.

The old neighbor, who was probably around 70 with thick specs, didn’t notice anything suspicious. He patted the “man’s” shoulder.
“Do you have any job, beta?” he asked.
Navya, in a lowered, slightly hoarse voice, replied, “No, uncle.”
The old man shook his head.
“Ya, there will always be people with no job exploiting friends. I was telling Ajay from the beginning to keep the shop tidy. His interest was never really in the shop. You should keep him as an assistant.”


He gave a few more pieces of unsolicited advice, then finally left, satisfied with meeting the “new friend.”
The moment the shutter closed behind the old man, Ajay let out a long breath. He turned to Navya, who was still standing there in the disguise.
She quickly removed the glasses, revealing her frightened but relieved face. Her kurta was slightly tight across her chest, making her large breasts more prominent than a man’s would be.

Ajay gave her a food parcel he had brought.
“Eat first. You must be hungry.”
Navya took the parcel gratefully and ate quickly, not speaking until she finished. When she was done, she looked at him apologetically.
“I heard his noise from outside and got scared. I heard you saying ‘a friend,’ so I wore this dress from the box. I’m sorry.”
Ajay looked at her for a moment, then gave a small, tired smile.

Navya smiled weakly.
“This is good. I think he is blind — he didn’t recognize me as a lady.”
Ajay replied
“Not his fault alone. Even I couldn’t on first look.”

Ajay nodded, still processing how convincingly she had disguised herself.