Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

#Disha Patani

This happened around seven years ago. Disha Patani was in her final year of her college, about 20 years old at that time



There was a marriage of one of her cousins in her native village.  They  were all invited but, since Disha  had her practicals just the day before which she could not skip, and stayed back. her father stayed with her, while her mother  went to the function, getting there a week before the big day. Marriages in their culture were always a big thing.  village was a ten-hour journey by bus from her place, but her father decided to drive in our car as it would be faster. He promised that he could still get Disha there in time.



Disha  finished her practicals successfully and came home to get all the jewelry and dresses that  needed for the wedding. Car packed, They  started on the long journey. They  stopped midway in a hotel and had a nice dinner. It was a nice rest bite before  They  set off once more through the night. as her father suggested that dishs slept as she needed to be fresh for the ceremony in the morning. She was sleeping while her father was driving through the dark forests. Suddenly, she woke up to the sound of a loud thud and the feeling of slowing down. It was the car. It had broken down. Disha glanced at her watch. Here They were, at just after midnight in the middle of the forest. To make matters worse it had started raining, heavily.



Since it was a forest route not many vehicles traveled this way during the night, so They were unlikely to be seen. Needless to say, They didn't have any signal in their cellphone either so raising the alarm that way wasn't an option. They were stuck, unable to inform anyone about their problem. their only hope was to wait till someone arrived, which could take until the morning.

her father saw the light in the darkness. They were hopeful that it was a security officer outpost. Furthermore, their car was broken down in the middle of the road, so it was possible for someone to hit it in the dark. It was an easy decision to make. They both got down and started pushing the car to the side of the road. Once out of the way, They headed off towards the light. By the time, They reached the place, They were soaked. 



To their dismay, it was a not a security officer outpost, but a house. They knocked at the door. After a few minutes, They were greeted by a raspy female voice.

"Who is it?"

"I'm sorry, but their car broke down. Could you please help us?" her father replied.

There was a silence before the door finally opened and the old woman allowed us in. Inside was an old man standing there with a huge axe in his hand. I assumed it was just for protection in case They were some kind of robbers. The couple were in their fifties or maybe even sixties. The old man was tall, dark and thin with a huge white beard. He was wearing an old white lungi and no shirt. The woman was frail and looked much older than the man, due to her lack of physical strength.

Disha looked around the house. she thought, what was the fuss with the axe and all. There was nothing obvious to steal from that house. It was just a one room house. There was a kerosene stove in the other corner. There was no electricity in the house, but it had petromax lights and the fire from the coals added to the glow.  They  had a coir bed in the middle of the house. There were few big wooden boxes which I assumed contained had their belongings. I really doubted if a thief could find anything worth more than 100 rupees in there.



her father explained their situation. The old man kept listening and, in the end, he said that in the morning, he would take father to the local village where They could summon the mechanic. her father said that's not possible as he wants to do it immediately and asked the old man to accompany him. The old man said he can't do as he has a knee joint problem and needs rest or else he will collapse in the middle. her father was very angry, but he controlled it and said if he could tell him the directions, he would go alone. The old man said it was not advisable as a single wrong turn in the path would lead him too deep into the forest. Then the woman started interrupting him in their own language which They couldn't understand. The old man began shouting back at her and then he mellowed his voice and kept talking for some time. They were just watching them talk and then she nodded.



The old man now looked at her father and said that there was a 24-hour mechanic shop just along the road, but it was close to two kilometres away. If there was no one in the shop wait for some time as  They  might have gone home to have food or something. her father borrowed the umbrella and torchlight from him and went to search for the mechanic shop.

After her father left, the woman mentioned that Disha was totally wet and asked her to change the dress or else  would catch a cold. she told her that she had no other dress right now. old women said use her saree. she had never worn a saree except during the college annual day and that time it had taken her Mother an hour to dress her in it. she sheepishly said "I don't know how to wear a saree." old women said, "not to worry as i would help you." She took what Disha assumed was the cleanest saree she had and pulled her behind that curtain which led to their stinky bathroom—a room equipped with just an old bucket and mug—and brought the light in.

Disha was a little chubby but not  fat. she guessed  still had the look of a child, although she had a nice 34-25-34 frame. What's more, she was outgrowing her B size bra and was going to switch to C cup soon. Disha was taken aback when OW asked her to strip out of everything, including her bra and panties. In all cases it was the same, you shouldn't wear wet clothes. Reluctantly she did as asked. It was as I removed the last bit of her clothing, that the woman shined the light in front of her and looked her up all the way from top to bottom. She commented that you had a nice body. Disha was embarrassed by her statement but didn't know what to do.



OW then asked her to tie the petticoat and blouse. Disha didn't have any problem with the petticoat, but her blouse didn't fit at all.  so didn't want to damage this woman's prized possession.

"It's not working," she said. "Let me wear my churidar."

OW said, not to worry, but wear the saree without the blouse. Disha said it was too revealing.  OW telling that many women in the village do that. She added that They were in the house, so nobody would see. OW said "I will tell her husband to turn around when you came out". After that the conversation returned to that indistinct language as OW spoke to her husband. Her husband laughed aloud and then shouted back to her". There was no option. Even when Disha suggested that at least I should wear the bra.OW she replied with the same excuse about it being wet, more so that tying a wet cloth across her chest will only result in her catching a cold.



When she came out, the old man was facing completely the other way, not seeing anything. The woman gave her a blanket and suggested her slept on the bed, while  They  slept on the floor.  They  lowered the light from the petromax to the bare minimum. The tiredness caught Her and then she was sleeping well.

As Disha was sleeping, she suddenly started feeling cold. Maybe the blanket had fallen down was her first thought. She was too tired to look for blanket though. Then she felt the chill of the night air blowing over her body. The saree had parted way and her bare breasts were exposed to the chillness. Still Disha was sleepy enough not to cover herself.