13-10-2026, 11:07 AM
That evening, at the mehendi ceremony, Nikhil sat in the courtyard surrounded by the ladies of the house, including me. The mehendi artist drew a small mehndi design of Nikhil’s right hand as a formality and then proceeded to draw the mehendi on the ladies’ hands one by one.
The men of the family were in the periphery, looking at all of us, or talking amongst themselves. Baba, too, was among them. He would either sit in a corner for sometime or else spend time talking to relatives, but throughout I could sense his gaze on me. Between conversations and leisure, Baba was looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could feel his lustful gaze on my chaniya choli clad body even from a distance.
When my turn came, I sat with my hands on my thighs and palms facing upwards. The mehendi artist got to work and carved a beautiful design on my hands, which went all the way up to my elbow. She was done in twenty minutes. After she was done, she moved on to the next lady while I sat there, talking and laughing with everyone, waiting for the mehendi on my hands to dry up and set in.
While speaking to everyone, I glanced at Baba and always saw him looking in my direction or when he was speaking to someone, he would stand facing me. Our eyes met often, and knowing smiles were exchanged. Everyone around us was unaware of the brewing affair between a father-in-law and his daughter-in-law.
Sometime later, I looked around to find Baba had gone. I waited for a while and he didn’t return. I excused myself and got up. I checked his room, and the other rooms, but didn’t find him. I finally made my way to the roof and found him sitting in the corner.
“What happened Baba? Why are you here alone?” I asked as I walked towards him.
“Nothing. Just got bored. These wedding rituals have nothing for us men other than showing up,” he replied as he looked towards the open sugarcane fields behind the house.
“Haha… that’s true. But being the groom’s father, you play a very important role,” I replied.
“Yes, on the day of the wedding. But till then, who do I have to keep me company?” he replied, looking at me.
“There are literally two dozen people in the house to keep you company,” I said.
“Suman is busy with the ladies. Nikhil is in his own world and I’m not in the mood to talk politics with the men at my son’s wedding,” Baba said, shrugging.
“Haha… you can’t blame Nikhil. You forgot the one person who is keeping you company,” I looked at him and smiled.
He looked at me from top to bottom and smiled back.
“You don’t have time. You’re busy like everyone else,” he said, feigning sadness.
“Awww… but I had my attention on you the whole time. I know how you were looking at me,” I said.
“How can anyone ignore you when you were looking so gorgeous in the chaniya choli?” Baba replied.
“Haha… thank you. At least someone praised me,” I said.
“You’re beautiful. The saree you were wearing was beautiful and the deep neck blouse in particular was fantastic,” he said and winked.
“Hahaha…. Liked what you saw?” I asked.
“Oh, yess… and I’d like to see some more,” he remarked, looking at my choli covered breasts.
“This choli isn’t as deep as the blouse, so you won’t get a view like that,” I replied.
“That’s okay… you’re looking gorgeous in this too, and I’m more interested in the full movie rather than the peep show,” he replied shamelessly.
“Hawwwww… you naughty old man,” I said, covering my mouth mockingly and playfully hitting my elbow on his arm. “But tell me… how do I look?” I said before twirling and facing him.
“Breathtaking,” he replied in one word.
“Thank you. This choli is a little tight, though. I bought it a few years ago, and I have gotten a little fat,” I said.
“You’re not fat. You’re voluptuous. Nice, curvy, perfect distribution of…” Baba described my body as he leered at me hungrily.
“Stop it, you horny fox,” I cut him off with a chuckle. “By the way… how did you get down from my balcony that night?” I asked him, changing the topic.
“What? C’mon… I praised you so much and you won’t say anything for this old man? How do I look?” he asked.
He was wearing a cream colored cotton kurta and pajamas. The kurta was a little loose, but his lean frame was evident.
“You’re a handsome man, Baba. You look good in whatever you wear,” I replied, praising him.
“Thank you. And how would I look if I’m not wearing anything?” he asked, smiling wickedly with raised eyebrows.
“Hahaha… how would I know? I haven’t seen you like that,” I said, suppressing my laugh.
I hadn’t seen him naked, but I had seen enough to know how good he looked without clothes. That night I also touched his cock, which I knew would look impressive on his already impressive body. This conversation was clearly having an effect on us. I could already see signs of a building erection under his pajamas and I was pressing my thighs together to control my arousal.
“That morning you saw me in just a langote. So there wasn’t much left to imagine,” he replied, echoing my thoughts.
“Baba, you’re incredibly fit. I won’t be lying when I say I haven’t seen a man as fit as you. And I am sure whatever is left to see is better than imagination,” I replied.
“Aren’t you curious?” he asked, stepping closer to me.
“I… uhh… I am,” I stumbled with my reply as he stood so close to me.
We both looked at each other. I could see the flame of desire burning in his eyes and I’m sure he saw one too in my eyes.
“But you didn’t tell me how you escaped that night,” I said before stepping back. I changed the topic. This was risky territory, and being caught would be worse than a nightmare. He too realised it and backed off.
“Haha… well… I got down using the pipe near your balcony. My bedroom is directly below yours so I sneaked in and out of your room using that pipe,” he replied.
“Hahaha… you’re like a ninja,” I teased him.
“Haha… a childhood of climbing trees and a decade in the army taught me how to climb,” he replied proudly.
“How’s my mehendi?” I asked, sitting next to him and extending my hands towards him. The mehendi was of an intricate design going from my fingertips right up to my elbow.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, looking at it.
“But waiting for it to dry is such a pain. My back is itching and I can’t do anything about it,” I replied, irritated.
“Don’t worry, I’ll scratch your back. Tell me where,” he replied.
“Yes please,” I said, turning my back towards him. “It’s in the middle of the back,” I said as I felt his fingers start to explore.
“Yeah… to the left… no… little lower… yesss that’s it…” I moaned in relief as he scratched my back.
“Can you go a little lower? It’s itching there too,” I said. The hot weather and heavy lehenga gave me an itch.
“Here?” he asked as he scratched my lower back.
“Yess…” I moaned in relief.
“How about here?” he said as he moved his hand to my waist and squeezed it.
“Hahaha…” I laughed as he tickled my waist.
“And how about here?” he said as he brought his hand down to my butt and pinched it.
“Aaah… hahahaha… stop it…” I got up and moved away. “I don’t have an itchy butt,” I said, poking my tongue out. I turned around and left, giggling on my way out
The men of the family were in the periphery, looking at all of us, or talking amongst themselves. Baba, too, was among them. He would either sit in a corner for sometime or else spend time talking to relatives, but throughout I could sense his gaze on me. Between conversations and leisure, Baba was looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could feel his lustful gaze on my chaniya choli clad body even from a distance.
When my turn came, I sat with my hands on my thighs and palms facing upwards. The mehendi artist got to work and carved a beautiful design on my hands, which went all the way up to my elbow. She was done in twenty minutes. After she was done, she moved on to the next lady while I sat there, talking and laughing with everyone, waiting for the mehendi on my hands to dry up and set in.
While speaking to everyone, I glanced at Baba and always saw him looking in my direction or when he was speaking to someone, he would stand facing me. Our eyes met often, and knowing smiles were exchanged. Everyone around us was unaware of the brewing affair between a father-in-law and his daughter-in-law.
Sometime later, I looked around to find Baba had gone. I waited for a while and he didn’t return. I excused myself and got up. I checked his room, and the other rooms, but didn’t find him. I finally made my way to the roof and found him sitting in the corner.
“What happened Baba? Why are you here alone?” I asked as I walked towards him.
“Nothing. Just got bored. These wedding rituals have nothing for us men other than showing up,” he replied as he looked towards the open sugarcane fields behind the house.
“Haha… that’s true. But being the groom’s father, you play a very important role,” I replied.
“Yes, on the day of the wedding. But till then, who do I have to keep me company?” he replied, looking at me.
“There are literally two dozen people in the house to keep you company,” I said.
“Suman is busy with the ladies. Nikhil is in his own world and I’m not in the mood to talk politics with the men at my son’s wedding,” Baba said, shrugging.
“Haha… you can’t blame Nikhil. You forgot the one person who is keeping you company,” I looked at him and smiled.
He looked at me from top to bottom and smiled back.
“You don’t have time. You’re busy like everyone else,” he said, feigning sadness.
“Awww… but I had my attention on you the whole time. I know how you were looking at me,” I said.
“How can anyone ignore you when you were looking so gorgeous in the chaniya choli?” Baba replied.
“Haha… thank you. At least someone praised me,” I said.
“You’re beautiful. The saree you were wearing was beautiful and the deep neck blouse in particular was fantastic,” he said and winked.
“Hahaha…. Liked what you saw?” I asked.
“Oh, yess… and I’d like to see some more,” he remarked, looking at my choli covered breasts.
“This choli isn’t as deep as the blouse, so you won’t get a view like that,” I replied.
“That’s okay… you’re looking gorgeous in this too, and I’m more interested in the full movie rather than the peep show,” he replied shamelessly.
“Hawwwww… you naughty old man,” I said, covering my mouth mockingly and playfully hitting my elbow on his arm. “But tell me… how do I look?” I said before twirling and facing him.
“Breathtaking,” he replied in one word.
“Thank you. This choli is a little tight, though. I bought it a few years ago, and I have gotten a little fat,” I said.
“You’re not fat. You’re voluptuous. Nice, curvy, perfect distribution of…” Baba described my body as he leered at me hungrily.
“Stop it, you horny fox,” I cut him off with a chuckle. “By the way… how did you get down from my balcony that night?” I asked him, changing the topic.
“What? C’mon… I praised you so much and you won’t say anything for this old man? How do I look?” he asked.
He was wearing a cream colored cotton kurta and pajamas. The kurta was a little loose, but his lean frame was evident.
“You’re a handsome man, Baba. You look good in whatever you wear,” I replied, praising him.
“Thank you. And how would I look if I’m not wearing anything?” he asked, smiling wickedly with raised eyebrows.
“Hahaha… how would I know? I haven’t seen you like that,” I said, suppressing my laugh.
I hadn’t seen him naked, but I had seen enough to know how good he looked without clothes. That night I also touched his cock, which I knew would look impressive on his already impressive body. This conversation was clearly having an effect on us. I could already see signs of a building erection under his pajamas and I was pressing my thighs together to control my arousal.
“That morning you saw me in just a langote. So there wasn’t much left to imagine,” he replied, echoing my thoughts.
“Baba, you’re incredibly fit. I won’t be lying when I say I haven’t seen a man as fit as you. And I am sure whatever is left to see is better than imagination,” I replied.
“Aren’t you curious?” he asked, stepping closer to me.
“I… uhh… I am,” I stumbled with my reply as he stood so close to me.
We both looked at each other. I could see the flame of desire burning in his eyes and I’m sure he saw one too in my eyes.
“But you didn’t tell me how you escaped that night,” I said before stepping back. I changed the topic. This was risky territory, and being caught would be worse than a nightmare. He too realised it and backed off.
“Haha… well… I got down using the pipe near your balcony. My bedroom is directly below yours so I sneaked in and out of your room using that pipe,” he replied.
“Hahaha… you’re like a ninja,” I teased him.
“Haha… a childhood of climbing trees and a decade in the army taught me how to climb,” he replied proudly.
“How’s my mehendi?” I asked, sitting next to him and extending my hands towards him. The mehendi was of an intricate design going from my fingertips right up to my elbow.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, looking at it.
“But waiting for it to dry is such a pain. My back is itching and I can’t do anything about it,” I replied, irritated.
“Don’t worry, I’ll scratch your back. Tell me where,” he replied.
“Yes please,” I said, turning my back towards him. “It’s in the middle of the back,” I said as I felt his fingers start to explore.
“Yeah… to the left… no… little lower… yesss that’s it…” I moaned in relief as he scratched my back.
“Can you go a little lower? It’s itching there too,” I said. The hot weather and heavy lehenga gave me an itch.
“Here?” he asked as he scratched my lower back.
“Yess…” I moaned in relief.
“How about here?” he said as he moved his hand to my waist and squeezed it.
“Hahaha…” I laughed as he tickled my waist.
“And how about here?” he said as he brought his hand down to my butt and pinched it.
“Aaah… hahahaha… stop it…” I got up and moved away. “I don’t have an itchy butt,” I said, poking my tongue out. I turned around and left, giggling on my way out
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