05-01-2019, 03:34 PM
Enter Kajal!
One day when Shyam returned home in the morning, there was unusual activity in the Shah household. Savitabhabi insisted that Shyam have tea at her place, since her younger sister Kajal had arrived from Indore the previous evening and she would like them to meet. Shyam was very tired & sleepy and tried to beg off. Then suddenly, Kajal burst into the living room, and Shyam's sleep vanished!
Kajal was around 20, a bit short (perhaps 5'-2") and had a glowing, unblemished brown complexion. She was rather small boned and dainty, weighing perhaps no more than 100 lb. She had an astonishing figure – high, full breasts, a narrow waist and wide, flaring hips. While in absolute terms her breasts were not very big, they were big enough to make nice little handfuls and looked absolutely stunning on her small frame. Her legs were relatively short. She often wore saris, since that helped her look more mature and less girlish. She had a long, shapely neck and a very beautiful face. She had a short, shapely nose, full cupid-bow lips, high cheekbones and large, brown eyes that sparkled mischievously. Many little dimples broke out on her cheeks when she smiled. Her thick black hair was gathered in a single plait that reached well below her waist.
Kajal's voice was high and clear, like a bell. She smiled and laughed a lot. She had a cheerful, bubbly temperament. Her movements were naturally graceful, perhaps aided a bit by her training in classical Indian dancing. Although she was well aware of her own attractive looks and the effect she had on the male sex, she had not yet felt the urge nor developed the guile to flirt or deliberately invite male attention. In fact she was a bit of a tomboy in her manner. And yet, she oozed sensuality.
"Namaste, Shyam Bhaiya. Aap kaise hain? Maine aapke bare me bahut kuchh suna hai. Aap ko mil ke bahut khushi hui!"
"Hello Shyam Bhaiyya. How are you doin'? I've heard so much about you. I'm happy to meet you!" Kajal trilled in her high, clear voice.
Shyam immediately liked Kajal, yet was a little unsure about how to react to her. He made polite conversation, quickly finished his tea and excused himself, pleading tiredness. He went home, showered and went to sleep. Although he was tired after a full night's work, he still took a long time falling asleep. Kajal's voice kept ringing in his ears...
Shyam was woken from his slumber by the doorbell ringing. It was 2 pm, a little past his normal wake-up time. It was Kajal at the door.
"Shyam Bhaiya, khana khane chaliye. Savita Didi ne bulaya hai."
"Shyam Bhaiya, Savita Didi (a term of respect used to address an elder sister) has called you for lunch." Kajal said, her face smiling and cheerful.
After freshening up, Shyam went across to Savita's apartment and they all ate a delicious, freshly cooked Gujarati vegetarian meal. Shyam had an excellent appetite and ate with gusto, while Savita and Kajal looked on approvingly. After lunch, they chatted amicably and Shyam got to know more about Kajal.
Kajal was about 6 years younger than Savita. They had no other siblings. Their mother had passed away while Kajal was still very young. They had been brought up in a well heeled Gujarati joint family in the central Indian city of Indore, where they owned a prosperous business. Their father doted on his daughters, particularly the younger Kajal. Father's widowed elder sister (called "Bua") had taken the place of their deceased mother and brought the girls up competently, if perhaps a bit strictly. Kajal had started feeling a bit hemmed in by the provincial atmosphere of Indore. She kept pestering her father to send her to Mumbai to take some courses that were not available in Indore. Although her father was not too keen to see his pretty young daughter go to Mumbai, he finally relented and agreed to send her for a couple of months for some summer courses. He was reassured by the fact that Kajal would be living with her elder sister Savita. (Besides, he thought this would be a good way to put a stop to a budding friendship between Kajal and a neighborhood boy whom he considered to be a waster.)
Kajal was keen to see the absent Renu's photos. So after a while, Kajal and Shyam moved to Shyam's living room and Kajal flipped through the wedding album.
"Wah, Shyam Bhaiya! Sach much, Renu Bhabi kitni sundar hain! Aap bahut khush kismet hain!"
"Wow, Shyam Bhaiya! Renu Bhabi is really so beautiful! You are very lucky." Kajal exclaimed.
"Thanks" Shyam responded.
"Aap bhi bahut achhe lag rahe hain. Aap dono ka joda bilkul Ram or Sita ke saman lag raha hai."
"You are looking good too. You two look like Lord Ram and his wife Sita." Kajal gushed.
"Kajal, tumhe bhi ek bahut achha pati milega. Tum bhi bahut achhi dikhti ho."
"Kajal, you look very nice too. You'll also get a good husband." Shyam said with a naughty glint in his eyes. Kajal blushed prettily.
"Lekin mujhe abhi shaadi nahi karni. Mujhe padhna hai"
"I don't want to get married so soon. I want to study." Kajal responded.
"Han, han. Zaroor padho. Lekin shaadi me bhi bahut maza hai!"
"Yes, yes. By all means study. But there's a lot of fun in getting married too!" Shyam said. He was surprised at himself how he had dared talk like this to a pretty young girl. It was completely out of character.
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya! Aap mujhe aise kyon chidha rahe hain? Mujhe nahi karni shaadi waadi."
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya! Why are you pulling my leg? I don't want to get married." Kajal responded, her face flushed. Shyam burst out laughing.
"Dekh lo. Jab tum shaadi karogi tab main tumhe poochunga kitna maza aata hai."
"Just you wait. After you get married I'll ask you how good it feels." Shyam teased again, enjoying Kajal's discomfiture, who had by now become completely flustered.
Although Kajal had joined coaching classes, she needed additional help with Math, Physics and Chemistry. She brought this up with sister Savita. Savita immediately suggested that Shyam might be the best person to give her additional coaching in these subjects, since he was an engineer and presumably knew these subjects well.
"Shyam Bhaiya, kya aap mujhe Physics, Chemistry aur Math sikhayenge? Mujhe coaching class mein samajh nahi aa rahe hain."
"Shyam Bhaiya, will you please help me out with Physics, Chemistry and Math? I'm having difficulty in the coaching class." Kajal asked one day after Shyam had eaten a delicious meal.
Such were her persuasive powers that Shyam agreed, in spite of the demands this would make on his time. Besides, Shyam had started enjoying the company of young, bubbly, sexy Kajal. In fact secretly, he had been wondering how he could spend more time with her without arousing Savita's suspicions. So this came to him as a godsend.
"Thik hai. Lekin din mein ek ghante se jyada nahin."
"OK. But no more than an hour a day." Shyam said after a show of reluctance.
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya, thank you! Aap kitne achche hain!"
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya, thank you! That's so nice of you!" Kajal squealed in delight, clapping her hands gleefully.
So from the next day, Kajal would go to Shyam's place in the afternoon after lunch and spend an hour trying to understand the intricacies of those subjects. Doors of both the apartments were open to allow cross ventilation, so Savita had a clear view into Shyam's living room. However Shyam did not have a desk at which they could sit. Instead, they used to sit in the small kitchen, where a tiny (4' by 2') table had been squeezed into a corner. The table had been placed with its long side touching a wall. There were two dining chairs, one placed along the length and the other along the width of the table. Kajal generally used to sit along the long side, books spread on the table, while Shyam mostly used to sit along the short side, rocking the chair back & forth as he explained the subjects to Kajal. Savita could not actually see them when they were inside the kitchen, though she could hear the sound of their voices...
Whenever Shyam was speaking, Kajal used to look intently at him, raptly attentive. Shyam found her unwavering gaze rather exciting and unnerving. The kitchen was small and they were obliged to sit in close proximity. Apart from her intent gaze, Shyam was also acutely aware of her heady feminine scent and the tantalizing glimpses of her sexy young body as her pallu occasionally slipped off her shoulders. However, Shyam consciously didn't allow these things to distract him.
One day when Shyam returned home in the morning, there was unusual activity in the Shah household. Savitabhabi insisted that Shyam have tea at her place, since her younger sister Kajal had arrived from Indore the previous evening and she would like them to meet. Shyam was very tired & sleepy and tried to beg off. Then suddenly, Kajal burst into the living room, and Shyam's sleep vanished!
Kajal was around 20, a bit short (perhaps 5'-2") and had a glowing, unblemished brown complexion. She was rather small boned and dainty, weighing perhaps no more than 100 lb. She had an astonishing figure – high, full breasts, a narrow waist and wide, flaring hips. While in absolute terms her breasts were not very big, they were big enough to make nice little handfuls and looked absolutely stunning on her small frame. Her legs were relatively short. She often wore saris, since that helped her look more mature and less girlish. She had a long, shapely neck and a very beautiful face. She had a short, shapely nose, full cupid-bow lips, high cheekbones and large, brown eyes that sparkled mischievously. Many little dimples broke out on her cheeks when she smiled. Her thick black hair was gathered in a single plait that reached well below her waist.
Kajal's voice was high and clear, like a bell. She smiled and laughed a lot. She had a cheerful, bubbly temperament. Her movements were naturally graceful, perhaps aided a bit by her training in classical Indian dancing. Although she was well aware of her own attractive looks and the effect she had on the male sex, she had not yet felt the urge nor developed the guile to flirt or deliberately invite male attention. In fact she was a bit of a tomboy in her manner. And yet, she oozed sensuality.
"Namaste, Shyam Bhaiya. Aap kaise hain? Maine aapke bare me bahut kuchh suna hai. Aap ko mil ke bahut khushi hui!"
"Hello Shyam Bhaiyya. How are you doin'? I've heard so much about you. I'm happy to meet you!" Kajal trilled in her high, clear voice.
Shyam immediately liked Kajal, yet was a little unsure about how to react to her. He made polite conversation, quickly finished his tea and excused himself, pleading tiredness. He went home, showered and went to sleep. Although he was tired after a full night's work, he still took a long time falling asleep. Kajal's voice kept ringing in his ears...
Shyam was woken from his slumber by the doorbell ringing. It was 2 pm, a little past his normal wake-up time. It was Kajal at the door.
"Shyam Bhaiya, khana khane chaliye. Savita Didi ne bulaya hai."
"Shyam Bhaiya, Savita Didi (a term of respect used to address an elder sister) has called you for lunch." Kajal said, her face smiling and cheerful.
After freshening up, Shyam went across to Savita's apartment and they all ate a delicious, freshly cooked Gujarati vegetarian meal. Shyam had an excellent appetite and ate with gusto, while Savita and Kajal looked on approvingly. After lunch, they chatted amicably and Shyam got to know more about Kajal.
Kajal was about 6 years younger than Savita. They had no other siblings. Their mother had passed away while Kajal was still very young. They had been brought up in a well heeled Gujarati joint family in the central Indian city of Indore, where they owned a prosperous business. Their father doted on his daughters, particularly the younger Kajal. Father's widowed elder sister (called "Bua") had taken the place of their deceased mother and brought the girls up competently, if perhaps a bit strictly. Kajal had started feeling a bit hemmed in by the provincial atmosphere of Indore. She kept pestering her father to send her to Mumbai to take some courses that were not available in Indore. Although her father was not too keen to see his pretty young daughter go to Mumbai, he finally relented and agreed to send her for a couple of months for some summer courses. He was reassured by the fact that Kajal would be living with her elder sister Savita. (Besides, he thought this would be a good way to put a stop to a budding friendship between Kajal and a neighborhood boy whom he considered to be a waster.)
Kajal was keen to see the absent Renu's photos. So after a while, Kajal and Shyam moved to Shyam's living room and Kajal flipped through the wedding album.
"Wah, Shyam Bhaiya! Sach much, Renu Bhabi kitni sundar hain! Aap bahut khush kismet hain!"
"Wow, Shyam Bhaiya! Renu Bhabi is really so beautiful! You are very lucky." Kajal exclaimed.
"Thanks" Shyam responded.
"Aap bhi bahut achhe lag rahe hain. Aap dono ka joda bilkul Ram or Sita ke saman lag raha hai."
"You are looking good too. You two look like Lord Ram and his wife Sita." Kajal gushed.
"Kajal, tumhe bhi ek bahut achha pati milega. Tum bhi bahut achhi dikhti ho."
"Kajal, you look very nice too. You'll also get a good husband." Shyam said with a naughty glint in his eyes. Kajal blushed prettily.
"Lekin mujhe abhi shaadi nahi karni. Mujhe padhna hai"
"I don't want to get married so soon. I want to study." Kajal responded.
"Han, han. Zaroor padho. Lekin shaadi me bhi bahut maza hai!"
"Yes, yes. By all means study. But there's a lot of fun in getting married too!" Shyam said. He was surprised at himself how he had dared talk like this to a pretty young girl. It was completely out of character.
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya! Aap mujhe aise kyon chidha rahe hain? Mujhe nahi karni shaadi waadi."
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya! Why are you pulling my leg? I don't want to get married." Kajal responded, her face flushed. Shyam burst out laughing.
"Dekh lo. Jab tum shaadi karogi tab main tumhe poochunga kitna maza aata hai."
"Just you wait. After you get married I'll ask you how good it feels." Shyam teased again, enjoying Kajal's discomfiture, who had by now become completely flustered.
Although Kajal had joined coaching classes, she needed additional help with Math, Physics and Chemistry. She brought this up with sister Savita. Savita immediately suggested that Shyam might be the best person to give her additional coaching in these subjects, since he was an engineer and presumably knew these subjects well.
"Shyam Bhaiya, kya aap mujhe Physics, Chemistry aur Math sikhayenge? Mujhe coaching class mein samajh nahi aa rahe hain."
"Shyam Bhaiya, will you please help me out with Physics, Chemistry and Math? I'm having difficulty in the coaching class." Kajal asked one day after Shyam had eaten a delicious meal.
Such were her persuasive powers that Shyam agreed, in spite of the demands this would make on his time. Besides, Shyam had started enjoying the company of young, bubbly, sexy Kajal. In fact secretly, he had been wondering how he could spend more time with her without arousing Savita's suspicions. So this came to him as a godsend.
"Thik hai. Lekin din mein ek ghante se jyada nahin."
"OK. But no more than an hour a day." Shyam said after a show of reluctance.
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya, thank you! Aap kitne achche hain!"
"Oh Shyam Bhaiya, thank you! That's so nice of you!" Kajal squealed in delight, clapping her hands gleefully.
So from the next day, Kajal would go to Shyam's place in the afternoon after lunch and spend an hour trying to understand the intricacies of those subjects. Doors of both the apartments were open to allow cross ventilation, so Savita had a clear view into Shyam's living room. However Shyam did not have a desk at which they could sit. Instead, they used to sit in the small kitchen, where a tiny (4' by 2') table had been squeezed into a corner. The table had been placed with its long side touching a wall. There were two dining chairs, one placed along the length and the other along the width of the table. Kajal generally used to sit along the long side, books spread on the table, while Shyam mostly used to sit along the short side, rocking the chair back & forth as he explained the subjects to Kajal. Savita could not actually see them when they were inside the kitchen, though she could hear the sound of their voices...
Whenever Shyam was speaking, Kajal used to look intently at him, raptly attentive. Shyam found her unwavering gaze rather exciting and unnerving. The kitchen was small and they were obliged to sit in close proximity. Apart from her intent gaze, Shyam was also acutely aware of her heady feminine scent and the tantalizing glimpses of her sexy young body as her pallu occasionally slipped off her shoulders. However, Shyam consciously didn't allow these things to distract him.
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