Fantasy Devika, a rich high class housewife, with angel heart

[acha.bacha]

The queue moved. They reached the sanctum. Rajendran turned. Applied kumkum to Saradha's forehead. Handed her prasadam. Smiled. Spoke.

"Saradha amma, how is your husband's knee? Better now?"

"Much better, Rajendran mama. That oil you gave is working."

"Good, good. God's grace."

Saradha moved aside. Devika stepped forward. Their eyes met.

"Devika amma." His voice was neutral. Pleasant. The same tone he used for every devotee. He dipped his thumb in kumkum and applied it to her forehead. His finger touched her skin for exactly the amount of time required — no lingering, no pressure, no hidden message transmitted through fingertips. "Haven't seen you in some days. Feeling better now?"

His thumb withdrew. Clean. Professional.

"Yes. Better now."

"Good." He handed her prasadam — a banana and a pinch of vibhuti in a small banana leaf cup. "Take care of health, amma. Change of season, many people are falling sick."

That was it. He turned to the next devotee.

An old man with a walking stick.

Applied kumkum. Handed prasadam. Same smile. Same warmth.

Devika stood there. The banana leaf cup in her hand. The vibhuti already smudging her palm with grey.

Dear Naughty Prady.... are you teasing us with a new character?? Is yes then damn..... it would be mind blowing because you are the only author who beautifully stitch multiple characters together without confusing... Pls do it can't wait to seee!
Just imagine this poor thing was standing just behind her basking in the glory of her huge ass, curvaceous wide hips and backless blouse. His condition must've been worse by the time the queue ended but enjoyed each and every moment.
Prady counting on you... make this guy smaller and skinnier in frame than our Devika so that everything is enhanced for this guy. Poor limping old man with a stick. Hopefully she notices her one day and feels pity and help him walk to and from apartment. Ohh that will be so much fun