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After the coffee shop meeting, the days moved slowly.

Sandhya made some changes to her usual routine. She knew that if she went to the swimming pool in the evenings, she couldn't avoid Rakesh's unwanted gazes and talk. Having completely cut him out of her plan, she decided not to pay any more attention to him.

Therefore, she shifted her swimming pool time to the morning. She set her routine as gym from 5:45 AM to 6:45 AM, followed by swimming from 7:00 AM to 8:00 AM. Because of this, she had more free time in the evenings.

This change in timing deepened the friendship between Kathir and Sandhya even further. Meeting at the gym, sometimes grabbing a coffee together—their relationship grew into a strange, boundless friendship.

Kathir never crossed any lines with her. His decent approach increased Sandhya's trust in him. But both of them knew that this friendship was just the calm before the eruption of a lustful volcano!

One day...

While working out at the gym that morning, Sandhya was doing weighted lunges. Suddenly losing her balance, she slightly sprained her ankle. As she sat down unable to bear the pain, Kathir, who was working out a little further away, immediately rushed over in a panic.

He gently made her sit on a mat, gave her first aid, and brought an ice pack from the gym. Then the gym trainer saw her writhing in pain and told her to sit in the gym and relax for a while. He advised her not to do any more workouts that day. With Kathir's caring attention and rest, the sprain slowly subsided, and Sandhya returned to normal. Then they both bid farewell and left.

In the afternoon, Sandhya was alone at home. Vicky had gone to the office that day. Although the leg pain had reduced, she felt a slight fatigue. Then a message came from Kathir.

**Kathir:** Bhanu, how is your ankle now? Has the pain reduced?

**Sandhya:** It's okay now, Kathir. I'm fine. Thanks for the help.

**Kathir:** Okay, rest well.

**Sandhya:** I don't have any work today. It's very boring just sitting idle at home. I feel like doing something spontaneous. Thinking of going for some shopping. If you are free... would you like to come along? You select the place.

**Kathir:** Done. I don't have much work today either. Shall I come down to your apartment and pick you up?

**Sandhya:** No, that's okay. I'll take the metro and come to your station. We can go from there.

At exactly 2 PM, Sandhya got down at Kathir's metro station. Kathir was waiting for her in his car. Sandhya was wearing simple, fitted jeans and a short sleeveless top that perfectly showed off the curves of her body.

Instead of going to the usual, crowded large malls, Kathir took her to an exclusive designer boutique on the outskirts of Bangalore, where there wasn't much foot traffic.

The shop was very tastefully designed. There were no customers. A salesgirl in the shop stood a little further away, not disturbing them, letting them browse freely.

"The collections here are very unique, Bhanu," Kathir said.

Sandhya started selecting clothes. She picked out a very tight black one-piece dress and a short, shiny red gown.

"I'll try these on," she said, and went into the fitting room.

Kathir sat on the sofa outside the fitting room, waiting. The place was very quiet.

A few minutes later, the fitting room door opened slightly.

"Kathir... could you come here for a bit?" Sandhya's soft voice was heard.

Kathir got up hesitantly and went near the half-open door.

"Come inside..." Sandhya said.

As soon as he entered, he forgot to breathe for a second. Sandhya was wearing the black one-piece dress. It clung to her body exactly like a second skin. The curves of her prominent breasts and the sculpted shape of her waist were blatantly visible.

"How does this look?" she asked, looking straight at him.

Kathir's eyes grazed over her body. "It... looks very perfect on you, Bhanu," he said in a slightly low voice.

Sandhya smiled lightly and said, "The zip at the back is a bit stuck. Could you pull it up for me?" and turned her back to him.

Kathir slowly went and stood behind her. In that fitting room, the heat of his body radiated onto Sandhya. His large fingers grabbed the zip on her back and slowly pulled it up. As he pulled the zip, his fingertips lightly brushed against her bare back, making Sandhya's body shiver slightly. Looking at him through the mirror, she remembered the 'Mirror Play' that happened between Vicky and Divya.

He pulled the zip all the way up. "Done, Bhanu," he said, and respectfully took a step back.

"I'll try on the red dress too," Sandhya said, and Kathir slowly nodded, left the fitting room, and went back to sit on the sofa.

After a while, the fitting room door opened slowly.

Wearing that red gown, Sandhya stepped halfway out. The dress was very, very short. A large portion of her shiny, plump, buttery thighs was blatantly visible.

"Kathir..." she called out.

He turned to look. His eyes widened, and his throat went dry.

With a kind of sly look, pretending to be slightly shy, Sandhya asked him, "Is this... too short?"

Unable to take his eyes off her thighs, yearning, Kathir faltered with a slight shyness and hesitation. "Y-yes, Bhanu... it is indeed very short," he said.

"Is it shorter than the skirt that salesgirl is wearing?" Sandhya asked, teasing his lustful nerves.

Kathir accidentally turned towards the salesgirl. She was wearing a shirt and a skirt. Half of her thighs were visible. But here, Sandhya's thighs were visible even above that. "Yes... it's shorter than that," he said softly.

His reply, and the hesitation and lust evident in his eyes, felt like a huge victory for Sandhya. Her 'slow burn' game had started working perfectly.

Just then, the salesgirl, who had been standing aside until then, came towards them carrying two or three more glamorous dresses.

"Madam, this red color looks wonderful on you! But, why don't you try this one on too? This is also a very bold design. Sir, you tell me too, this would look good on Madam, right?" the girl spoke enthusiastically with a sales motive.

Kathir's throat went dry. He couldn't handle the heat of the situation. "One minute, Bhanu... I'll... I'll go to the restroom and come," he said hurriedly, and without even waiting for Sandhya's reply, Kathir moved away quickly. To ease the tension, he actually went to urinate.

Once Kathir left, a mischievous smile bloomed on Sandhya's face. Now it was just her and the salesgirl there. Both looked at each other and smiled.

The salesgirl hesitated slightly, then said in a soft voice, "Your BF is so handsome, Madam."

Laughing, Sandhya said, "Thanks. Actually, we've just started dating. I need to impress him a bit more. Could you suggest an extremely sexy dress for me?"

The salesgirl immediately got excited. "Why not, Madam! I will definitely show you," she said.

Sandhya looked her up and down appreciatively for a moment and said, "Thanks. But before that, if you are okay... just unbutton the top button of your shirt," and gave her a wink.

The girl immediately understood why Sandhya said that. She too knew the game of alluring a man. Without any hesitation, biting her lip and smiling, she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Her cleavage now peeked out beautifully.

Finding her customer's game interesting as well, the girl selected three very glamorous, thin dresses according to Sandhya's expectations and gave them to her.

At that exact time, having relieved himself in the restroom, Kathir returned. His eyes instinctively fell on the thighs of Sandhya and the salesgirl standing close together.

Sandhya went back into the fitting room with the dresses the salesgirl had given her. Kathir sat on the sofa, waiting for her, replaying what had just happened a moment ago in his mind.

In a few minutes, the fitting room door opened. Sandhya came out.

Seeing her, Kathir froze right there in his seat. His eyes widened involuntarily.

It was a long gown of the bralette type. The dress, which extended from the waist down to her feet, completely covered her legs like an angel. But the top part... it was designed just like a small brassiere. There was only enough fabric to cover the center of her breasts. Her flat stomach, curvy waist, and a large portion of her full breasts were blatantly and very sexily visible without any cover.

"This... this..." Not knowing what to say, Kathir struggled for words. His throat went dry again.

Sandhya looked at him for a moment, then admired herself in the large mirror opposite them. "The dress is very nice, Kathir. But, the strap of the bra I'm wearing inside is showing outside and looking ugly. I didn't bring a strapless bra either. This strap is ruining the complete look of the dress," she said with annoyance.

Immediately the salesgirl said, "Yes Madam, you are right. You shouldn't wear a bra inside this kind of designer dress at all. If you do, it ruins its shape. Just take off the bra and try putting this on directly... it will fit you very perfectly."

In shock, Kathir looked at the salesgirl once, and then at Sandhya. 'What? Take off the bra?' he thought.

But Sandhya didn't hesitate at all. A faint, sly smile ran across her face. "You're right too. Alright, let's take it off..." she said, looked at the girl, and asked, "Can you help me a little?"

Before Kathir could comprehend what was happening, Sandhya stood looking straight at him with a captivating smile. While she still had the bralette dress on, the salesgirl went behind her.

The girl slipped her hands very gracefully inside Sandhya's dress through the back area.

Kathir forgot to breathe. He kept staring at the scene unblinkingly, without any movement. An unfamiliar woman slipping her hand inside the clothes of a woman he admired and desired, unhooking the undergarment supporting her breasts—he was watching this happen live, right in front of him, from so close.

The salesgirl struggled a bit and slowly unhooked the clasps of the bra inside Sandhya's dress. Shrinking her shoulders slightly, Sandhya cooperated with her while still looking at Kathir.

After a few seconds of struggle, the clasp came undone with a 'click'. The girl slipped the straps of the bra over Sandhya's shoulders, pulled them down her arms, and took the bra completely out.

Now, Sandhya's heavy breasts stood out freely, bulging without any restriction inside the thin fabric of that bralette dress. Because there was no bra, the erection of her nipples was clearly visible right through that fabric.

Sandhya turned, looked at her reflection in the mirror, let out a satisfied sigh, and turned back to Kathir. Lust and a perversion to provoke him blazed in her eyes. "Now... is this better, Kathir?" she asked in an intoxicating voice. Kathir couldn't answer. He had completely fallen into her web of illusion.

While Kathir's gaze was caught on the beauty of that bralette dress and the blatantly visible erection of Sandhya's nipples without a bra, Sandhya, with a faint smile, got ready for the next dress.

"There are two more dresses, right... let's see those too," she said, and went back into the fitting room.

In a few minutes, the door opened. The dress she was wearing now was an emerald green satin type dress. It was supported on the shoulders by thin strings (spaghetti straps). But the real danger of that dress lay in its lower part. A very long high-thigh slit was cut starting from the left thigh, all the way up to the hip bone.

With every step she took walking out of the fitting room, that silk fabric parted, blatantly revealing her full, smooth, buttery thighs from the knee to the hip. Because she wasn't wearing a bra inside, with her every movement, her breasts jiggled slightly inside that thin satin fabric.

Sandhya stood in front of the mirror and turned to the side. "It seems like this slit goes up very high... what do you think, Kathir?" she asked.

When she turned like that, the fabric parted even more, and the edge of the panty she was wearing inside briefly caught his eye.

Immediately, the salesgirl knelt down and adjusted the fold of the fabric near Sandhya's hip. "No Madam... this is the trend now. For the shape of your thighs, this dress looks very amazing. What do you say, Sir, am I right?" she asked, looking at Kathir and smiling.

Kathir started sweating slightly. The cleavage visible through the open button of the kneeling girl, and Sandhya standing above her like a queen displaying her full thighs, were shattering all his self-control to pieces. "Yes... it's very nice," he replied, stuttering.

"Good... then the last one," Sandhya said, and went inside again.

The last one she wore was a rose gold colored, very thin silk slip dress. Under the warm yellow light of that shop, that dress had turned almost translucent.

When Sandhya came out and stood there, Kathir's breath stopped completely. The dress clung to her body like water. Because there was no bra inside, the dark circles of her areolas were clearly visible like shadows right through that thin fabric. Her navel looked like a deep well.

Sandhya placed both hands on her waist and stood arched like a model. Looking at Kathir through the mirror, she stroked her waist with her hands.

"Out of these five dresses... which one do you like the most, Kathir?" she asked in a very soft, lust-filled voice.

Kathir's eyes were staring intensely at her body. His Rahu in the 7th house had completely dragged him into a world of illusion. "All of them... everything you tried on looks perfect on you, Bhanu," he said in a daze.

With a victorious smile, Sandhya turned to the salesgirl. "Okay... pack all five of these dresses," she said. She went back into the fitting room, put on her old jeans and top (along with the bra she had taken off inside), completely changed back, and came out.

They went to the billing counter. The bill amount for those 5 designer dresses was indeed very high. Sandhya handed over her credit card.

Once the billing was done, the salesgirl placed the dresses in large shopping bags and handed them over. While taking back the card, Sandhya and the salesgirl looked at each other and exchanged a faint, secret smile. The girl's eyes looked Kathir up and down one more time.

Taking the shopping bags in her hand, Sandhya asked, "Shall we leave, Kathir?"

Coming back to his senses, Kathir said, "Ah.. let's go, Bhanu," and walked behind her. His brain had forgotten about astrological charts and was now circling only around the curves of Sandhya's body. Both of them left the shop.