23-06-2026, 12:11 PM
Meera woke up early the next morning, her body still carrying the emotional and physical exhaustion from the previous night. She went to the kitchen and was surprised to find Gaurav (Navya in disguise) already there, preparing breakfast. The aroma of fresh parathas and chai filled the air. It was a thoughtful gesture, but Meera felt a twinge of irritation.
He is a houseguest. I don’t like this. My aim is to send him out at the earliest, she thought. Instead he is making authority in the home.
Ajay woke up a little later and came to the kitchen. He tasted the breakfast and complimented it.
“Tastes very good,” he said to Meera.
She replied dryly, “Gaurav prepared it.”
Ajay looked at Navya and nodded.
“Thanks. It was nice.”
Ajay then announced, “I need to go out for some work. I’ll be back in three hours, then we’ll go to the shop together.”
Meera felt a pang of disappointment and unease. She had expected Ajay to take Gaurav with him, not leave him alone in the house with her.
Why is he leaving me alone with him? she thought, feeling uncomfortable.
She went to take a bath. Standing naked under the shower, the warm water cascading over her body, she thought about how to get Gaurav out of the house as soon as possible.
Once our problems are resolved, he can stay as long as he needs. But right now, I need Ajay alone for at least a month to make him forget everything and rebuild our marriage.
She had no clear plan yet.
After the bath, she was getting ready in the bedroom, standing in just her panties, when she heard a knock on the main door.
She heard Gaurav opening door and she heard him asking in his faminine voice to visitor "do I need to pay?".
Meera called out from inside, “Who is that?”
Gaurav (Navya) replied in her low voice, “Delivery boy with milk. He didn’t take money, bhabhi. He left.”
It was Chotu.
Meera left the flat in a hurry that morning, her mind already racing with plans. She had dressed modestly — a simple beige salwar kameez that covered her properly — underneath, she wore inners from anaavaran. She needed to talk to someone she could trust.
She called Chotu as soon as she was a safe distance away.
“Can you meet me at the small restaurant near the market? I need to talk.”
Chotu arrived within twenty minutes. They sat at a quiet corner table. Meera spoke in a low voice, explaining her situation.
“I’m trying to rekindle things with Ajay. I want privacy to fix our marriage. But Gaurav is there now — a thorn in my house. I need him out.”
Chotu listened carefully, his young face showing concern.
“Can you and your friends beat him and send him away?” Meera asked, half-serious.
Chotu shook his head immediately.
“No, didi. He looks very strong. Did you see his chest? He works out — maybe he’s a wrestler. Physically challenging him will not be easy.”
Meera sighed, agreeing. She remembered how broad and toned Navya’s disguised chest had looked under the kurta.
Chotu thought for a moment and suggested, “What if you tell Ajay sir that Gaurav has bad character? Like… you know he peeped when you were bathing or peeped inside your clothes.”
Meera gave him a playful, slightly mischievous look.
“Like you did, right?” she reminded him joyfully.
Chotu blushed deeply, looking down.
Meera smiled but shook her head.
“This will not work. Let me think of something else.”
She left the restaurant and went to the office, her mind still occupied with how to get rid of Gaurav. The day went uneventfully on the surface, but she was distracted, barely focusing on her work.
Shankar called her into his cabin later.
“Navya is still not reachable,” he said, looking genuinely worried. “We should file a missing person complaint. She was a good employee. I hope she is safe.”. Shankar’s concern for his staff is real and caring, she thought . It made her think again about how different he was from the image Ajay had painted of him.
The week passed in a strange, uneasy rhythm. Office work continued uneventfully for Meera. She handled logistics, reviewed documents, and assisted Shankar with the new import-export operations. Shankar was professional and appreciative, but the sometimes being naughty with his double meaning wordplays. She avoided such conversations tactically, focusing on her tasks, all while her thoughts constantly drifted back to the complications at home.
Chotu had stopped coming to the flat. With Gaurav (Navya in disguise) staying there until 9 AM every day, there was no safe window. Chotu would only message her occasionally — short, polite texts asking if she was okay. Chotu used to visit her in morning after Ajay used to go out for a walk or office, but nowadays Gaurav is in home when ajay goes on walk.
At home, Meera noticed how closely Gaurav interacted with Ajay. They talked in low voices, Gaurav taking care of Ajay. Gaurav’s room was always locked when he wasn’t inside. Meera began to wonder.Is he gay? Is that why he is spending so much time with Ajay? The thought made her uneasy. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the closeness felt odd.
One morning, Ajay went up to the terrace for some fresh air. Meera saw an opportunity. She approached Gaurav, who was sitting quietly in the living room.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asked politely. “Can you go to the shop and buy some milk and vegetables? I need them for lunch.”
Gaurav (Navya) looked reluctant. She didn’t like leaving the safety of the flat, but to maintain the male disguise, she couldn’t refuse without raising suspicion. She nodded and left.
The moment the door closed behind Gaurav, Meera went up to the terrace. Ajay was standing near the railing, looking out at the city.
“I want to tell you something about Gaurav,” she said, her voice serious.
Ajay turned, looking at her quizzically.
“Last day, I came out from the bath and was changing. I think he saw me from the door gap. He was looking at me.”
Ajay shrugged lightly.
Meera continued to stare at him expecting an answwer.
He said.
“Maybe it was accidental.Why you bother so much. Anyway, the whole world has seen your panties, right?”. He pointed toward the giant hoarding across the road — the one featuring Meera in the yellow panty, skirt flying up." Your bra and panties pics are in every cover."
Meera felt a sting but pushed on.
“I know but I was actually fully naked, you know.”
She expected a strong reaction — shock, anger, jealousy. But Ajay remained calm.
“Maybe it was accidental. I’m sure. Why are you coming out of bath naked and leave door open. I think its your fault not Gaurav's. He might have noticed accidentally.”
Meera wasn’t ready to let it go.
“It wasn’t accidental. Yesterday when I came out of the room, he was standing there. He was trying to woo me by flexing his muscles. He stood there showing his bare chest and biceps."
Ajay’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of shock crossing his face.
“What?”
"Yes your favourite cousin. He was wearing only a black color underwear, nothing else. And he had a hardon. Shamelessly he was walking around infront of me wearing that underwear.”
“Yeah. I don’t feel it is right to keep him here with us.” She continued.
Ajay was silent for a moment, processing the information. Why is Meera making stories about Navya. He couldnot understand.
He sighed.
“I’ll talk to him. But for now… he has nowhere else to go. I will tell him not to walk infront you in his underwear.”Meera didn’t push further, but the seed of doubt and discomfort had been planted she tought.
He is a houseguest. I don’t like this. My aim is to send him out at the earliest, she thought. Instead he is making authority in the home.
Ajay woke up a little later and came to the kitchen. He tasted the breakfast and complimented it.
“Tastes very good,” he said to Meera.
She replied dryly, “Gaurav prepared it.”
Ajay looked at Navya and nodded.
“Thanks. It was nice.”
Ajay then announced, “I need to go out for some work. I’ll be back in three hours, then we’ll go to the shop together.”
Meera felt a pang of disappointment and unease. She had expected Ajay to take Gaurav with him, not leave him alone in the house with her.
Why is he leaving me alone with him? she thought, feeling uncomfortable.
She went to take a bath. Standing naked under the shower, the warm water cascading over her body, she thought about how to get Gaurav out of the house as soon as possible.
Once our problems are resolved, he can stay as long as he needs. But right now, I need Ajay alone for at least a month to make him forget everything and rebuild our marriage.
She had no clear plan yet.
After the bath, she was getting ready in the bedroom, standing in just her panties, when she heard a knock on the main door.
She heard Gaurav opening door and she heard him asking in his faminine voice to visitor "do I need to pay?".
Meera called out from inside, “Who is that?”
Gaurav (Navya) replied in her low voice, “Delivery boy with milk. He didn’t take money, bhabhi. He left.”
It was Chotu.
Meera left the flat in a hurry that morning, her mind already racing with plans. She had dressed modestly — a simple beige salwar kameez that covered her properly — underneath, she wore inners from anaavaran. She needed to talk to someone she could trust.
She called Chotu as soon as she was a safe distance away.
“Can you meet me at the small restaurant near the market? I need to talk.”
Chotu arrived within twenty minutes. They sat at a quiet corner table. Meera spoke in a low voice, explaining her situation.
“I’m trying to rekindle things with Ajay. I want privacy to fix our marriage. But Gaurav is there now — a thorn in my house. I need him out.”
Chotu listened carefully, his young face showing concern.
“Can you and your friends beat him and send him away?” Meera asked, half-serious.
Chotu shook his head immediately.
“No, didi. He looks very strong. Did you see his chest? He works out — maybe he’s a wrestler. Physically challenging him will not be easy.”
Meera sighed, agreeing. She remembered how broad and toned Navya’s disguised chest had looked under the kurta.
Chotu thought for a moment and suggested, “What if you tell Ajay sir that Gaurav has bad character? Like… you know he peeped when you were bathing or peeped inside your clothes.”
Meera gave him a playful, slightly mischievous look.
“Like you did, right?” she reminded him joyfully.
Chotu blushed deeply, looking down.
Meera smiled but shook her head.
“This will not work. Let me think of something else.”
She left the restaurant and went to the office, her mind still occupied with how to get rid of Gaurav. The day went uneventfully on the surface, but she was distracted, barely focusing on her work.
Shankar called her into his cabin later.
“Navya is still not reachable,” he said, looking genuinely worried. “We should file a missing person complaint. She was a good employee. I hope she is safe.”. Shankar’s concern for his staff is real and caring, she thought . It made her think again about how different he was from the image Ajay had painted of him.
The week passed in a strange, uneasy rhythm. Office work continued uneventfully for Meera. She handled logistics, reviewed documents, and assisted Shankar with the new import-export operations. Shankar was professional and appreciative, but the sometimes being naughty with his double meaning wordplays. She avoided such conversations tactically, focusing on her tasks, all while her thoughts constantly drifted back to the complications at home.
Chotu had stopped coming to the flat. With Gaurav (Navya in disguise) staying there until 9 AM every day, there was no safe window. Chotu would only message her occasionally — short, polite texts asking if she was okay. Chotu used to visit her in morning after Ajay used to go out for a walk or office, but nowadays Gaurav is in home when ajay goes on walk.
At home, Meera noticed how closely Gaurav interacted with Ajay. They talked in low voices, Gaurav taking care of Ajay. Gaurav’s room was always locked when he wasn’t inside. Meera began to wonder.Is he gay? Is that why he is spending so much time with Ajay? The thought made her uneasy. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the closeness felt odd.
One morning, Ajay went up to the terrace for some fresh air. Meera saw an opportunity. She approached Gaurav, who was sitting quietly in the living room.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asked politely. “Can you go to the shop and buy some milk and vegetables? I need them for lunch.”
Gaurav (Navya) looked reluctant. She didn’t like leaving the safety of the flat, but to maintain the male disguise, she couldn’t refuse without raising suspicion. She nodded and left.
The moment the door closed behind Gaurav, Meera went up to the terrace. Ajay was standing near the railing, looking out at the city.
“I want to tell you something about Gaurav,” she said, her voice serious.
Ajay turned, looking at her quizzically.
“Last day, I came out from the bath and was changing. I think he saw me from the door gap. He was looking at me.”
Ajay shrugged lightly.
Meera continued to stare at him expecting an answwer.
He said.
“Maybe it was accidental.Why you bother so much. Anyway, the whole world has seen your panties, right?”. He pointed toward the giant hoarding across the road — the one featuring Meera in the yellow panty, skirt flying up." Your bra and panties pics are in every cover."
Meera felt a sting but pushed on.
“I know but I was actually fully naked, you know.”
She expected a strong reaction — shock, anger, jealousy. But Ajay remained calm.
“Maybe it was accidental. I’m sure. Why are you coming out of bath naked and leave door open. I think its your fault not Gaurav's. He might have noticed accidentally.”
Meera wasn’t ready to let it go.
“It wasn’t accidental. Yesterday when I came out of the room, he was standing there. He was trying to woo me by flexing his muscles. He stood there showing his bare chest and biceps."
Ajay’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of shock crossing his face.
“What?”
"Yes your favourite cousin. He was wearing only a black color underwear, nothing else. And he had a hardon. Shamelessly he was walking around infront of me wearing that underwear.”
“Yeah. I don’t feel it is right to keep him here with us.” She continued.
Ajay was silent for a moment, processing the information. Why is Meera making stories about Navya. He couldnot understand.
He sighed.
“I’ll talk to him. But for now… he has nowhere else to go. I will tell him not to walk infront you in his underwear.”Meera didn’t push further, but the seed of doubt and discomfort had been planted she tought.
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