Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES

[ashishrajan]

Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Marriage - Part 1
Kishor, got down from the bus, tired after a long day at work. Working for many years in a hotel,
Kishor was in his late thirties, married to his teenage sweetheart, Bhavna. They were married for
more than a decade and a half now. Kishor trudged home, thinking about nothing but having a
hot cup of chai, and the morning's newspaper to read. He rang the bell of his home, to be
welcomed by the smiling face of Bhavna. 'You came a few minutes late today, what happened?',
Bhavna inquired. 'Ohh nothing, the bus was caught in traffic jam...', he replied, but then he
thought to himself, was he really that predictable lately?? He changed into home clothes, and
then settled down on the sofa.


Bhavna brought him his cup of tea, and the morning's newspaper. Ohh yes,life was predictable.
He watched her walk back to the kitchen, her hair bunched up over her head, dressed in a
rumpled cream salwar kameez. For a brief moment, he wondered why he kept piling on the kilos
and acquired a soft paunch,while his wife seemed unaffected by the effects of aging. He knew he
had to do something about it, but kept putting off the idea. The same way he dismissed the idea
now and went back to reading the business page. That night, after dinner, he was again back at
the sofa, flipping through the television channels, not watching anything really, but just trying to
spot something that would hold his interest. Bhavna came and sat next to him,'Sonia had called
today, shes doing great and having a great time', she said. Sonia was their soon-to-be sixteen
daughter, who was currently staying at a relative's place in a neighbouring city for a few months,
doing her 10th Standard. That place was famous for producing lots of top ranking students, and
they really wanted their daughter to do well. 'Hmm..Good..', he managed to reply, without taking
his eyes away from the TV. Bhavna moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulders. He
didnt appear to notice. She moved closer still and placed her arm across his shoulders, looking
intently at his face. He still was unmoved and engrossed by a news item on TV. She decided to
wait for a few minutes, and then suddenly grabbed the remote and switched the TV off. 'We are a
husband and wife!', she exclaimed. Kishore gave her a mildly funny look, and replied,'Yes, but
thats no reason to switch the TV off',he said taking the remote and switching it back on. He
noticed Bhavna sighing and walking away to the bedroom, but the cricket match being retelecast
seemed to be of great interest, so he concentrated on that instead. In the bedroom,she lay awake,
thinking. Was he really now the man she had liked all those years ago? Or had something
changed gradually ? Were they living the way they were just out of habit ? She needed
something. Something that would bring the 'interest' factor back into their life. And she knew
exactly what was to be done.


A week passed. As usual, Kishor came back from work, expecting his usual tea and reading and
dinner and TV routine. He was actually looking forward to it. Routine was good. Routine
Predictable, and safe. He walked home to be greeted by a warm smile of his wife. 'You seem
happy today', he said. 'Yes! Isn't it good, the soft and fading evening light, the silent roads and
the tweeting of birds??'. 'Yes yes...', he managed to mumble. Bhavna walked up to him and took
his hand in hers...'Dear, theres something Iam dying to show you!'. Before he could say,
'What...??', he found himself being led by his wife outside. She held on to his as she purposeful
strode down the stairs and into the parking area. Kishor was confused, he couldnt figure out what
his wife would possibly want to show him. And then he understood. Standing there, behind a
pillar, was a Yamaha. Spanking clean, sparkling black Yamaha RX100. HIS Yamaha. His
parents had bought him that back when he was in college. Since the day he had bought it, it was
an inseperable part of him. He went everywhere on his bike. He went to the movies, to nearby
lakes, to hill stations on his Yamaha. Heck, the Yamaha was an integral part in his wooing
Bhavna. He had decided he would hold on to it forever. But then came marriage, and the baby,
and the car, and financial prosperity. In the midst of it all, the old bike was forgotten,
occasionally started up and ridden on weekends, but usually just lying around gathering dust and
rust, being kept for the sake of sentiment. And now, it seemed that it had been bought just
yesterday.

'Whaaat...', he began, but was silenced as he felt his wife pressing something onto his palm. He
saw what it was, the key. 'How could...', he began again, but felt silent again as he was again led
closer to the bike, by her. 'Common, go ahead, try it out', she said, with a glint in her eye. She
was smiling from ear to ear. He gingerly got on and got the bike off its stand. Turned the key and
got it off the stand.And For the first time in many years,gave it a kick. And then another.
Nothing. He could feel the engine turn, but just wouldnt catch. He kicked again, and then again.
But the engine remained stubborn. At the corner of his eye, he could see that Bhavna was already
at his side, with the dupatta of her purple dress purposefully tied diagonally across. 'Here, just a
moment', He felt her standing next to the bike, and taking the accelerator in her hand. With one
hand on the handle, and a raised leg, she gently pushed the kick down, before giving it a mighty
whack. To he surprise, the engine immediately caught.. 'How could yoou...', he began yet again,
but decided to shut up. The day was full of surprises. He revved it for a few times, just to be sure.
It was a long time since he had done that. 'Lets go for a ride', he heard her in his ear, and this
time, he was smiling from ear to ear too. Bhavna put a leg across and sat behind him. Gingerly,
he set out, very slowly, putting the bike in gear and....stalled. He was out of practice. He
sheepishly turned around to face his wife, who was already back on the ground, kicking the
machine back to life. 'Thanks..', he again mumbled, unable to say anything else. Bhavna was
laughing. Very slowly this time, they set out. No Sooner had they got out of the building, Kishor
managed to stall again. "We should get down and check what the matter is.." , he managed to
mumble. Bhavna had already stepped down, and so did Kishor. Just as he was about to put the
bike back on stand, he felt his wife taking the handles and indicating with a smile to him to step
back.. In one fluid motion, she swung a leg over the bike, kickstarted it back to life, and engaged
gears.


Kishor was staring with his mouth open! How did she do that?? Her smile indicated that she
intended to continue sitting there, on the drivers seat. Unsure and confused of what to do, he
gingerly sat behind her. The bike sank a bit at the rear with his weight. Infact, he had never
ridden pillion on his own bike! He never allowed anyone to do that.. Bhavna had already
engaged gears and was setting off, the engine setting a steady rythm. She was doing much better
than his previous attempts. She was laughing. Her childish laughter was infections, and kishor
felt himself laughing too. The roads were deserted , barring a few pedestrians and evening
walkers, and they reached the end of their lane, without stalling. Kishor rested one arm on her
shoulder and decided to lean forward a bit. The pedestrians must be staring at him, he thought.
After all, their quiet lane had probably never witnessed a middle aged man sitting behind a lady
in a salwar kameez riding a motorcycle. Kishor felt a bit awkward, after all, his wife was doing
what he was supposed to, and now was not able to. Thankfully, she had turned back at the edge
of the lane and was now entering their gates. She came to a stop in the parking space, where he
got off. She revved the bike once, before switching the engine off.
"Howw...did you manage to do that...", he muttered. His wife's lovely face was still set in a
smile. She simply put an arm around his waist while he was standing next to her , pulled him
closer in a gentle hug, and planted a soft kiss on his cheeks.
It was a long time since they did that.....
Marriage - Part 2

Yet another long working day, and Kishor juggled two bags with office stuff as he stepped down
from the bus in the evening a couple of days later. It was stuffy in the bus, and he was not
looking forward to a long walk home from the bus stop lugging files and a computer. He cursed
himself for loosing his stamina and developing a paunch. He had walked no more than a few feet
when he heard honking behind him. And a familiar engine note. His smiling wife, Bhavna, had
rolled to a stop right behind him, on his Yamaha RX100. She was dressed in a bottle green
salwar kameez she usually wore at home, and was smiling at him. "How did you..I
mean...where..", he began, "I was in the area, and knew what time your bus came.", she replied.
"I knew you wouldnt like the idea of your colleagues getting to see me on a motorcyle, so I
waited some distance away and came around when I saw you get down". She was right, he
thought, it would be an awkward moment for him if he saw any of his colleagues noticing his
wife on a bike. The woman really knew him, he thought. He remembered the time when he used
to wait around at bus stops, waiting for Bhavna to arrive. Those were awkward times too, but
only because he didnt want her parents to know whom she came back with. Those were the
times...
"Well...are you just going to stand there looking at me or are we going home?" , she asked with
her usual smile. He didnt even bother to expect this time around for her to move back and let him
ride. He simply sat behind and they set off. He was grateful of being spared of the walk. Bhavna
was a smooth and a cautious rider. He remembered his olden days, when he threw caution to the
winds and ripped the bike on the roads, mostly with Bhavna tightly clutching onto him. He
decided to relax his awkward feeling a bit and be more at ease. He leaned forward and placed a
hand on his wife's shoulders. A cool breeze was blowing around. He looked about, there were a
few people on the road and nobody was paying any attention to him. He found that slightly
reassuring. Bhavna steered the motorcycle through their gate and came to a halt. Before he had
even completely got down, she had switched of the engine, gotten off and put the bike on its
stand in one fluid motion. "I ought to stop being surprised", he thought to himself.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Marriage - Part 3

That night, as Kishor sat relaxing with Bhavna in front of the TV, he again felt his paunch. He
had become lazy and soft. Little things tired him easily. He had to do something about his it.
"Weighty issues on your mind ?" , he heard Bhavna saying. How did she know?? The lady did
know him, more than he expected.
"Why dont we do something about it? An early morning jog does wonders", she continued. It
was worth a try, he readily agreed.
He felt himself being shaken, Bhavna was whispering gently into his ear... What?? It was
morning already? He glanced at the bedside clock, it said 5.30 AM. Not used to getting up too
early, he was still rubbing his eyes. By the time he was up in a t-shirt and shorts, Bhavna was
already in her shoes, dressed in a pink jogging pant and grey t-shirt. He briefly admired how
nicely the pants emphasized her form. But again, sleep took over and he longed for a bed.
Bhavna had taken his hands and was leading him through the stairs below. As they reached, he
started reaching for the gates when he heard his wife call out to him. "Where are you going?" ,
she was asking. "I thought we were out to take a walk.." , he said. "Our colony isnt the place to
walk, I know of a nice track amidst a hillock 10 mins from here".
"But how would we get.." , he broke off.... There was no need for that question, since Bhavna
had already gotten the Yamaha off its stand. He staggered sleepily towards her and sat on. He
was too sleepy even now to think clearly. With her husband sitting behind her, Bhavna was
pushing the bike with her feet outside the building. She was thoughtful enough not to wake the
other residents up with the bike's rather noisy engine. Her husband glanced around to see if
anyone else was around at this hour. There werent any.

Once outside, a swift kick from the lady brought the bike to its life, and they were off. Still
groggy, he lay his head on her shoulders. The morning breeze was cool, gently blew her hair
across his face, and he loved it. Far too soon for his comfort the ride was over, and they were in a
nice hilly region covered in greenery. The spent a pleasant time liesurely walking through them.
He didnt even realise when they had started walking hand in hand. He Enjoyed the conversation
too. Far too soon , it was time to turn back. When they reached the bike, he felt Bhavna thrusting
the keys of the bike into his hands. "What .." , he began again, but realised that he hadnt ridden
the bike properly since its 're-birth'. He got on and kicked, and surprisingly, it caught on. Now to
get hang of the tricky clutch, which was once such an integral part of him, that it almost felt like
he was moving one of his own body parts. But no luck, he stalled again. It was getting trickier by
the day for him. Besides, this was no time to experiment as it was already getting late for office.
He was more than glad when he felt his wife get down, and he readily slid back onto the pillion
seat.
They got home... and he got ready in record time. But it was still tight. And then there was the
bus stop which needed getting to. "I guess it will be too tight a margin for you to get to the bus",
he heard her saying. She had already thrown a scarf over her head, bike keys in hand. He was
greatful for the wonderful understanding the lady showed. She dropped him some distance from
the stop, since she had correctly guessed he still didnt want to be seen riding behind her.
And so it continued, for the entire week, she came without fail to pick him up from the bus stand.
He also regularly went for a walk in the morning, because his wife always dropped him so that
he wouldnt be late for the bus by a few minutes.
Just like he did, everyday, without fail all those years back, tailed and followed Bhavna. Always
ensured she never missed her bus, or dropped her to her college, if she did. On the motorcycle.
That was how he had wooed her in the first place.
Was she trying to do something similar now ?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Marriage - Part 4

A couple of weeks had passed, and it was Friday night. Kishor was relaxing in front of the TV,
when Bhavna came along and seated herself next to him.
"How about we take a trip tomorrow ? " , she asked him casually. He sat up. A trip? Really ?
How long since they had done that ?
"I have heard that GD farms is still a nice place" , she continued. "They are still open?" , he
asked. GD Farms was a place a few kilometers outside the city, where they used to go away on
secret romantic escapades many years ago, before marriage. It had large open spaces, gardens
and restaurants.

He got up early in the morning, and found that Bhavna was already up. "We need to fill up the
car with fuel on the way.." , he was telling her.
"I have already filled up!" , came back the cheerful reply. He thought nothing of it and went back
to being ready.
When they were ready to go, Bhavna was wearing a bright orange kurta and jeans. He again
admired her form and thought how well most clothes fit her. He on the other hand, was barely
managing to keep his weight in check, thanks to the brisk morning walks taken with her.
When they went down, he was about to take the car keys out and walk towards it, when she
placed a hand on his. "We know how we are going right...?" , she whispered in her ear. He
should have known..when she said she had filled up. The lady was good with planning... And
convincing.

She walked towards their machine (it was no longer 'his', it was 'theirs' , in every sense now). He
had given up assuming or debating over who would ride. And anyway, he preferred to be led,
rather than lead, these days. And lead him she did. She got the bike off its stand and started to tie
a bright green dupatta as a scarf over her head. The ride was long, and she thought she could use
some protection against the dust and the fumes.
A swift kick brought the engine of the Yamaha to its life. Her husband sat behind her, confident
that she would do a better job of getting them there on a motorcycle, than he would.
The morning was crisp and clear. The traffic was light, and soon they were making good
progress in the city roads. Though Kishor now was a bit less bothered by being seen riding
pillion on a motorcycle with a lady, he was now slowly getting used to it.
He tried to look out for how many other women on bikes he saw on the city streets. That
morning, before the rush hour began, he didnt see many. A couple of college girls on a Hero
Honda. A woman dropping a young kid somewhere on a Bajaj.
Soon though, they were out of the city, and onto the highway. His wife increased the speed of the
bike on the free roads. He hugged her waist from behind , and inched closer to her. Though she
didnt say it at the moment, Bhavna was pleased with this action of her husband. During these
rides, and especially now that they were out of city bounds, her husband didnt mind sitting close
together on a bike. She could understand.. when they were younger, and unmarried, she tried her
her level best not to be seen sitting with him or even hugging him on the bike. It was only during
long rides when he took her out of the city that she used to. Just as he was now. The road got
narrow and twisty, but had pleasant surroundings and light traffic. Bhavna road with poise and
comfort she herself didnt know she was capable of. The couple thoroughly enjoyed the half an
hour so bike ride.

Soon though, they were at the GD Farms gates. When they were younger, it was a favourite
place amongst young lovers looking for some privacy. It seemed still unchanged, though there
werent as many vehicles as there used to be.
She parked the motorcycle outside, and they walked through the gates hand in hand. The gardens
were just as green as they used to be, and the fields just as vast and lush as they remembered
them from all those years ago.
As they walked along, Kishor didnt even realise when his wife had put an arm around his
shoulders and drawn him closer. So engrossed was he in the idle chitchat with his wife, that he
was startled when she suddenly stopped him, and pointed at something.
It was a big stone. The Stone. It was a smooth, round shaped one, big enough for a person to sit.
It was on this stone, fifteen years ago, that Kishor was sitting on, when he pulled a standing and
slightly reluctant Bhavna onto his lap, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
Their first ever kiss.
They looked at each other and giggled. Before he knew it, Bhavna was leading him by the hand
towards it. And...she had seated herself too. He just stood there, unsure of what to do. Clasping
his hand firmer, his wife pulled him closer towards her. He didnt understand what was expected
of him next... His wife , gently pulled him and guided him to sit on her lap. He lowered himself,
totally in control of her now. Her thighs felt soft underneath him, he had never been on her lap
before.

She was looking into his eyes and stroking his hair. She felt his tense body relaxed a bit, and
brought his face closer to her. Their lips met, and were held into the longest, sweetest kiss they
had in a long time.
They hugged, for a long time. He felt more and more comfortable being led by his wife, even if it
meant sitting on her lap, just like she used to, on his.
"Long time right...." , she said. With one arm around his waist, she adjusted him so that he could
sit more comfortably on her lap. What she didnt know that he already felt quite good, just being
there. They were giggling like collegechildren.
Lets take a walk, she suggested. They were wandering through the tallish blades in the fields
when she mused "Do you remember, how you used to carry me across the fields on your back?"..
"Hahaha...yes, I do.. "
"But wait a minute..I am too old for this.. you dont expect me to .." , he broke off. His wife had
gotten right in front of him, and was standing close. He should have known.. .
"Are you sure..." , he began... She had already taken both his hand over each of her shoulder, and
was bending over. He felt his legs leave the ground as they both bent over... "C'mon, yaar, climb
on..", she was telling him. He decided to play along, and didnt want to dampen his wife's
enthusiasm for old times. He wrapped his legs around her waist. She straightened up, giggling.
Taking his legs in her arms, she bounced him up and down a bit to get a more comfortable. He
couldnt control his laughter and enthusiasm too now.
He couldnt believe, his wife, a woman, was actually carrying him, a full sized guy. But she was.
She was a lot fitter than she looked, or he cared to notice beforehand.
She was now walking...small and careful steps, but very confident, and did not stumble at all.
They were both laughing like crazy..
He nuzzled her hair and planted a soft kiss on her cheek from behind. "do you think you should
give me a chance now...?", he asked, still laughing..
"C'mon...am I not good enough for you..?"
"Its not that...but.." , ohh well, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest. He planted yet another
gentle kiss on her cheeks. He found that they had walked almost back to the parking area, where
she had parked their motorcycle.
She had paused for breath.. "Aawww, I dont want to get down.." , he pretended to crib.. "Who
says you have to sweetie.." , she bounced him to a comfortable position once more, and off they
were. "I...I...was just kidding.." ,
"No problems sweetie, I think we can make it to the bike" ,

Bhavna,” do you know how much you have told you are tired of your job, you want rest.”
Kishor,” yes, now I think it is time, I am tired of working in hotel, cooking cleaning washing for
others, with no time for my family. But money is good, that is for our daughter’s study.”
Bhavna,” soooooo, shhhhhhh sweety, it is alright, do you mind if I go starting to work. I stopped
my job to look after our daughter. I am well educated than you, so you told me to guide our
daughter.”
Kishor,” yes, I have told you I can remember clearly, thanks to you she looks like you, she
inherited your brain. Now she is outside you can do job, but you are out of job market for long
time.”
Bhavna,” yes, sweety, but you know I was trained karate in college also mathematics gold
medalist in university with Physics as minor subject. So I have contacted local girls college, they
are in dire need of good teacher. Without informing you I have ben taking their class part time.
Student’s response is excellent. So if you allow their principal is ready to accept me as teacher.”
Kishor,” so what is salary, is it good.”

Bhavna,” 1.5 lakh per month.”
Kishor,” omg, i can not believe it, it is 10 times more I earn, atlast I can take retirement.”
Bhavna,” Yes, honey, you have taken a huge strain in supporting us, now you retire, pass that
driving sit of our family to me, just relax enjoy life.”
Kishor,” yes, then our daughter can stay with us for +2, you can teach her for IIT.” Saying
Kishor dropped few tears, Bhavna held his palms hugged him said,” are you crying for
happiness.”
Kishor,” donot you think we should have another child. Our daughter will go for higher
education and she will be married off to her in laws, we will be alone then.”
Bhavna smiled kissed on his forehead,” who said she will leave us, I know her capability, we
will get a suitable unemployed good househusband for her, who will take care of us. By the way
if I will do job who will take care of home, and I will be busy with our daughter for her study.”
Kishor looked at her just sucking her fingers said,” I have been cleaning cooking doing laundry
for others. Now I will do for my family. You just relax and enjoy my homely duty. It is my pride
that I take careof my family.”

Bhavna,” I missed your homemade food, do you remember when we had 1
arguement, you
convinced me wearing saree, for 1
st
st
time, you looked beautiful by the way, more than any lady.”
Kishor,” I miss wearing saree, actually I love sarees, but you do not wear, rarely wear.”
Bhavna,” then why not you wear my sarees, they are not being used, you will stay inside home,
so full time wear saree.”
Kishor,” Bhavna will you be my husband, treat me as your wife, care me pamper me, take me on
bike ride, protect me. I will look after you and family.”
Bhavna,”yes, I will, my man wife. This will encourage our daughter to take a weak submissive
docile househusband. Now my dear wife lets go for home where you will wear saree.”

And she did, even the slight incline that led to the parking. He had got down to let her get on the
bike. As she got it off the stand, he went and seated himself on the fuel tank, between the
handlebars and her, both legs dangling on the same side. He grabbed her face and gave her one
more long, passionate kiss. She responded with the same vigour....
He continued to hug her, when he felt her letting go of her hand on his back, and grabbing the
handlebar.
She started the bike, and put it in gear.. "Hold on sweetie.." , and off they were. he was still
seated one sided on the fuel tank, hugging her tightly. She rode the bike, with the guy sitting on
her front, slowly, and carefully. They were both laughing themselves silly.
At home Bhavna stopped bike, found another white colour bullet standing there, but no one is
there. They looked surroundings, as no one was near by Kishor showed his naughtyness,”
Bhavna your wife is too tired to walk, do you mind if you carry your man wife to home.”
Bhavna,” yes, my princess.”

Bhavna lifted Kishor on her arms and started walking to their room, in front of their daughter
Sonia was standing.
Sonia,” Mom you brute, romancing in public.”
Bhavna ,” when did you arrive, whose bike is outside.”
Sonia took key ring from her purse showed to her parents,” ta daaa, it i smine, my exams are
over, i got scholarship for math olympiad, it was 2 lakh rupees, so i purchased a bike for you
mom and for dad I purchased a rolex watch.”

Both hugged their daughter for her achievements.
Kishor,” for you what did you buy.”
Sonia,” you are there for me, what else I need, and I am 16, I can not ride bike legally.”
Bhavna,” today is very lucky day for me, two two good news. 1
st
my daughter returned with
success, she will stay with us from now. 2
nd
my husband is retiring from his job and I will go for
job. He will look after house.”
Sonia,” Yes, yaaa finally I will get delicious food cooked by dad.”
Bhavna,” Sonia, will it matter if your dad wears saree in house.”
Sonia,” no, I know he is loving person most, takes care of our needs however means, rather I will
support to wear saree. Mom I have decided I will marry a saree wearing boy who will be
househusband and look after us, so I will always stay with you.”
Bhavna,” I knew my child, you are god gifted, most precious treasure for us.”
Sonia,” then you guys must have a wedding in home, in my presence too.”
Bhavna,” Kishor go wear my bridal saree, with makeup. Call when you are ready, you can use
makeup, Sonia will help you.”
Kishor,” after i wear i will call you Sonia.”

Kishor went inside bedroom, removed his sparse body hair, wore his wife’s bridal lehenga choli
over saree and chunni. He did slight makeup. He asked Sonia to help. Sonia came with lot of
jewelleries which her mother wore on her wedding. Except nosepin and earring everything
Kishor wore, Sonia did his mehendi and other makeup, Kishor looked at mirror, he was looking
gorgeous bride, he was plump so blouse fitted properly, his ass popping out from petticoat and
his tummy covered in saree. He was fair. He was escorted to puja room, a small diya was
lighting the room, few flowers were there.
Bhavna wearing sherwani with turban, she was looking majestic.
Bhavna,” Kishor, Sonia will do kanyadaan and she will be priest for this ceremony.”
Sonia chanted mantra, couple took saatphera, Bhavna put sindoor and mangalsutra, Sonia did
kanyadaan. Kishor touched feet of Bhavna. Sonia took some photos.
Sonia,” so marriage is over, now party time.”
Bhavna,” actually we will go for a hotel, one of my friend will come. Do not worry I have
informed her, she is cool, Kishor you do not have to worry, just be yourself. But she want you to
be in this bridal costume. Do not be nervous. We will go by our scorpio car, so no one will
recognize.

Sonia,” then I will drive, you lovebirds can enjoy in backseat a romantic evening.”
Bhavna,” No my daughter I will not take any chances, you do not have driving license, if security officer
stops it will be trouble, I do not want to spoil my party. And Sonia I promise while returning you
can drive, as no security officer will be there.”
Sonia,” what will I wear, afterall it is party. I think my pink ghaghra choli is fine.”
Sonia already had makeup, she wore waist band, anklets, bangles, earring. She wore small
ghaghra just covering her thighs, backless choli with no bra, showing her growing breasts
partially and her 4 pack abs, definitely it has been effect of her karate practice, her arms also
bulging, shredded ripped. She thought her parents will object for her dress but no such reaction.
She finally gave her lips dark red lipstick touch.
Bhavna sat in driver’s seat, in back her bride husband and her slutty dressed daughter. On
mirror she was looking at her saree clad bridal man who was blushing. Her daughter was
arranging light makeup for her husband, adjusting his chunni, blouse giving soft touch,
massacre, lipstick, kajal so he looks fresh for party. They arrived at hotel, no one was there only
flower decorated path welcoming them. They walked along the path to reach the destination.