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Neeru spoke, looking around with a hint of unease.

I was amused by what he was saying. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
Then Neeru got up and walked over to my dressing table. He opened the jewelry box lying there and began examining its contents.
 
I watched him and his actions.
 
Neeru stood by my dressing table. He was wearing the same shirt he always wore. After working in the grime all day, the shirt was in an even worse state; it was soaked with sweat and clinging to his body. His bare, dark, grimy yet muscular arms were slick with perspiration.
 
He was wearing his usual lungi, leaving his dark, dusky legs bare below the knees, with sweat trickling down them. His feet, dirty, dark, thick, and rough, were bare; he had likely left his shoes at the outer door, seeing the velvet carpet inside.
 
His reflection was visible in the mirror.
 
Coming into the cool, air-conditioned room after cycling in the heat outside had caused his body to break into a heavy sweat. His dark, unsightly face was drenched, and sweat was visible on his neck and chest as well. He was chewing paan, and a bit of saliva was trickling from the corners of his mouth.
 
Grimy sweat dripped from his forehead onto my dressing table. He was rummaging through my jewelry box with his dirty hands, searching for something unknown. I watched this filthy, repulsive man standing so freely in my bedroom, touching and examining my belongings, yet I made no move to stop him. Suddenly, Neeru took one of my gold chains out of my box, brought it over, and placed it on the bed.
Then, he started searching for something in the pocket of his grubby shirt.
 
He pulled out a key ring, featuring a small figurine, and detached the keys, putting them back in his pocket. He then began threading my gold chain through the figurine.
 
I asked,
 
“Neeru, what are you doing? And what is that?”
 
As he threaded the figurine onto the gold chain, Neeru said,
 
“Madam-ji, this is an idol of Lord Ganesha. Since I don’t have anything else right now, I’ve turned this figurine into a mangalsutra for you by stringing it onto your gold chain. I’m going to place this Ganesha mangalsutra around your neck and make you my wife.”
 
Saying this, Neeru kissed the figurine.
 
My eyes were fixed on that dark, grimy figurine. I said,
 
“Neeru, have you lost your mind?” Edited by Funlover.
 
Neeru placed the Ganesha mangalsutra on the bed near me, walked over to the dressing table, and started searching through my makeup kit.
 
I kept watching him.
 
He picked up the box containing various shades of mascara, opened it, and began looking for something inside.
 
I couldn't figure out what he was doing.
 
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