[shaalu_re]

Another vehicle approached outside the warehouse.
Shyam went out to meet it and returned a minute later carrying a simple packet.

He walked straight to Meera and handed it over.
“For you.”

Meera opened the packet quickly.
Inside was a modest knee-length dress, a bra box, and a panty box.
The bra box had the word Anaavaran written across the front in elegant golden letters.

Below the name was a high-quality photograph of a pair of full, beautiful breasts in a blue bra.

Meera recognised them instantly.

They were her own.
The panty box was also Anaavaran.

The cover showed a photograph of her lower body in a pink panty.

Inside the box lay a simple yellow panty.

A small, complicated feeling passed through her chest — pride, embarrassment, and a strange sense of ownership all at once.
She took the blue bra out first and slipped it on, adjusting the straps and settling her breasts into the cups.

The familiar Anaavaran fit felt almost comforting after hours of being completely bare.
Then she bent down to step into the yellow panty.

Every man in the warehouse watched the movement.

Her still-naked ass, the way her breasts shifted inside the new bra as she leaned forward, the slow slide of the yellow fabric up her thighs until it settled over her pussy — none of them looked away.
Navya, standing slightly to the side, noticed the collective expression on the men’s faces.

It was clear disappointment.

The long stretch of uninterrupted naked Meera was ending.
Meera pulled the dress over her head.

The soft fabric fell to just below her knees, covering everything.

She smoothed it down with both hands and then looked up at the group of men who had been staring at her for so long.
“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You thought I would stay naked forever?”
A wave of laughter broke out — including from Ajay.

Meera walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her now-clothed body against his.
“This view,” she said softly, close to his ear, “is only for you now.”
Ajay’s hands settled on her waist over the dress.

He held her a little tighter than necessary, still feeling the ghost of her naked skin against him from only minutes earlier.