Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Meera was the kind of girl who made every man turn his head twice. She had a beautiful round face, big innocent eyes that sparkled like morning dew, and a small straight nose that looked perfect on her fair wheatish skin. Her lips were full and naturally pink. But what really made people stare was her body. Everything about her was just right – full breasts that sat high and firm, a narrow waist, wide hips, and long smooth thighs that looked soft even under clothes. She was 26 now, but she still carried that simple village glow.
She was born and raised in a small Kerala village near Kozhikode. Back there, she always wore churidar – loose and modest. After marriage to Ajay two years ago, everything changed. Ajay was an income tax officer, honest and straight-forward, but he loved seeing his wife look a little modern. He gently insisted she start wearing kurti and leggings instead of churidar. Meera loved him so much that she agreed, even though she felt shy. The leggings were stretchy and thin. They hugged her thighs tightly, showing the exact shape of her legs and the soft curve where her thighs met her round buttocks. Every time she walked, the fabric stretched over her bottom and she never liked the figure hugging leggings but she loved Ajay a lot would do anything to make him happy. At home she felt safe wearing Ajay’s loose white T-shirts and a simple wraparound skirt that reached her knees. No tight clothes, no worry.
But at the wood-trading mill where she worked as accountant, there was no escape.
The mill owner was Thomas sir, a 58-year-old man everyone called “uncle.” Meera saw him exactly like that – a friendly uncle who gave her the job because she was good with numbers. Thomas is a simple businessman yet very rich and he knows how to run his business, he wore simple clothes he always wore a linen shirt and mund always.  But whenever Meera entered his office, the mundu would suddenly stand out in front like a tent. Because Thomas had a massive hard-on the moment he saw her.
He had been fantasizing about Meera since the day she joined. He loved how her tight kurti stretched over her big breasts, how the deep round neck sometimes showed the soft upper curves of her cleavage. He always wanted to peek under her kurti. He peeked once or twice on few occasions but she always wore camisole under her kurti. He never got a very good visual.Summer was getting hotter and her office space don't have A/C only Thomas's cabin is airconditioned. The other men used to undo first 2 buttons in hot and used to work. She wass complaining to Ajay you guys are lucky in summer. Ajay told her you skip wearing camisole she felt like ayye without camisole ? I never stepped outside without that. He said its ok almost on one wears it these days. She too agreed. then she asked how do you know shameless. They both laughed. She finally decided to ditch camisole she was careful first 2 days to check if anybody stared she didn't notice anyone or she didn't recognise anyone. Thomas uncle who was on leave 2 days came back and he quickly realised a missing layer in her clothing.  Her bra outline was always visible under the thin kurti fabric – two clear round cups holding those heavy mango-shaped breasts. The sight made his cock throb painfully inside his mundu. He never said anything dirty. He just smiled like a kind uncle and kept calling her to his room for small reasons.
Every morning at 9:30, all staff had to sign the attendance register in Thomas sir’s office. The AC was always on full blast, making the room cold. Meera would bend slightly over the table to sign. Her kurti would fall forward. The deep neck would open like a curtain, giving a clear view of her creamy cleavage and the lacy edge of her black bra. Her breasts would press together, making a deep tempting valley. Thomas would sit right opposite, pretending to check papers, but his eyes were glued there. His cock would grow rock hard, pushing the mundu fabric up. He would slowly adjust his mundu under the table so no one noticed the big bulge.
One Monday morning it happened again. Meera walked in wearing a loose necked maroon kurti and black leggings. The leggings clung to her thighs like a second skin. Every step made her buttocks jiggle softly. The male staff in the outer room stared openly but Meera never noticed. She thought they were just being friendly.
“Meera mol, come inside and sign first,” Thomas called with a sweet smile.
She stepped into his cabin. The cold AC hit her and her nipples hardened instantly, poking clearly through the kurti and bra. Thomas’s eyes went straight to those two little points. His cock twitched.
While she bent to sign, Thomas “accidentally” dropped a thick file from his table. Papers scattered all over the floor near her feet.
“Oh no… Meera, can you please pick those up?” he said in his usual uncle voice.
Meera, being the naive helpful girl she was, immediately bent down on her knees. The loose kurti  neckline dropped low. Both her full breasts almost spilled out. The black bra cups were clearly visible, and the deep cleavage was on full display – soft, smooth skin, a thin line of sweat already shining between her breasts because of the morning heat outside. Thomas stared without blinking. His cock became steel-hard, the head pushing against the mundu, making a huge tent. He could even see the faint outline of her areolas through the gap in bra.
Meera collected the papers slowly, her breasts swaying with every move. She had no idea what she was showing. For her, Thomas sir was just a nice uncle who helped her learn the local tax tricks – how to adjust books so the mill never got caught in small evasions. She had become very good at it. She never told Ajay about any of this. Ajay was in the same income tax department, but their work never mixed openly. She kept everything secret, thinking it was just office matter.
After she stood up and gave the file back, Thomas smiled. “Good girl. Now come in the evening also. I have some more files for you to check.”
Meera nodded shyly and walked out. Her round buttocks moved inside the tight leggings with every step. Thomas watched till she disappeared, then pressed his hard cock under the table with his hand, enjoying the throb.
That evening he called her again. This time he made her stand close while he explained some accounts, he wanted her to stay more so he was telling how he manages his books from tax his tricks and tweaks. His eyes kept dropping to her chest. When she leaned forward to point at a number, her breasts rested on the edge of the table, pushing up and making the cleavage even deeper. Thomas’s mundu was now fully lifted. A small wet spot had formed at the tip where his cock was leaking.
Meera smiled innocently. “Thank you, uncle. I will finish this at home and bring it tomorrow.” She learned a lot today about tax loop holes. She felt these courses would require very high course fee and she is getting it for free she was joking that to Thomas uncle. He said I am getting my fee also and laughed which she didn't understand.
She left the cabin, completely unaware that the mill owner had been staring at her body like a hungry wolf the whole day.
At home that night, Meera changed into Ajay’s loose T-shirt and her favourite blue wraparound skirt. The T-shirt was big on her, but her heavy breasts still made two soft mounds under the cloth. She cooked dinner happily, thinking about how much she loved Ajay and how she would do anything to make him proud.
She had no idea that her simple, shy life was about to change forever.

[shaalu_re]

Chapter 2:

Ajay was a good man, but sometimes he acted too fast without thinking everything through. That was his biggest weakness. One day he got secret information about a corrupt influential businessman who was taking big bribes and helping rich people hide their black money. The businessman also owned a small jewellery shop in the city. Ajay decided to check it himself. He did not want to send his team on the hint. He wanted to see everything with his own eyes.
He dressed like a normal customer – simple shirt and pants – and took one staff member with him. They went to the jewellery shop in the evening. The shop was full of gold chains, bangles, and expensive necklaces shining under bright lights. Many ladies were there buying jewellery. He noticed the counter people accepting cash without bills and giving deep discounts.
Ajay was walking slowly, looking at the counters, when suddenly a loud voice shouted from the corner.
“Ayyo! Ajay! Is that you?”
It was Meera’s mausi (aunt). She was standing near the counter wearing a bright red saree. The saree was tied very low, much below her navel. Her belly was soft and fair, with a deep navel showing clearly. The blouse was deep cut in front, showing a lot of her heavy cleavage. The blouse cloth was thin and almost transparent. Inside, she was wearing a black bra. The bra was old and tight. The hooks at the back were straining hard, looking like they would break any moment. You could clearly see the black bra straps and the round cups holding her big breasts. When she moved, her breasts jiggled heavily.
Mausi came running towards Ajay with a big smile. 
“See, see! This is my son-in-law! He is a big income tax officer!” she shouted loudly to the cashier. “Give me extra discount na… he is like my own son! else you know ..  hehe” Ajay’s face became pale. He tried to signal her to keep quiet, but mausi kept talking loudly as she felt it is right time take maximum discount. “Why are you here beta? Buying something for Meera? Tell them to give good discount. My son is income tax officer, he can help you also if any problem comes!”. She then showed him the necklace she bought her deep cleavage was visible as she was showing him her new necklace.
The shop people got alert immediately. The manager quickly came forward to the billing helped with some smile and he gave a proper bill and asked Ajay which office he belongs to. Mausi was eager to answer everything and asked to bring a fresh juice for her. Ajay felt humiliated the way she bargained.
Ajay felt his heart sinking. His whole plan was spoiled because of mausi’s big mouth. He pretended to buy a silver chain and left the shop quickly.
Next day he went for the official raid with his full team. But when they checked the shop, they found nothing. No proof of bribe, no black money, nothing. The corrupt officer had already got the smell and removed everything.
Because of this failed raid, Ajay got into big trouble. Some local TV channel made a small news: “Income tax raid fails because officer’s relative demanded extra discount in jewellery shop.” There were memes made about him especially the jewellery funded it as they wanted to take him down quickly. People laughed at the news. Ajay’s seniors were angry for making them a laughing stock. They suspended him for one full year and put an enquiry on him. His reputation became bad. Everyone started saying he was careless. The rumour was that he may even loose his job.
Thomas uncle also got the WhatsApp forwards. He called in Meera and shown her the messages. She saw the messages she didn't know what happened Ajay hadnot told her about the yesterdays incident with her mausi. She only heard from mausi today morning that he helped her to get a discount. She wass happy hearing the news in morning but afternoon her mood changed. She Silently sat there in cabin with her head forward. It opened a big gap on her kurti. Thomas was having the best view of his time. She was wearing a pink bra under her cream kurti. He could see her breathing and boobs moving up and down. He saw a water drop flowing on her boobs and then going inside the bra. He realised she is crying. He kept his hand on her shoulder to console her. He could feel her bra strap under the kurti and her skin around neck is very soft. He said don't worry everything will be alright. 
Meera went home early called Ajay on phone and it was switched off.She got scared she has no one to contact, she called Thomas uncle. He said don't worry I will come. Thomas called his friends and got to know Ajay is drinking in bar but safe and sound, though pervert her liked them. He came to her place saw her in her normal tshirt and a skirt. He offered to give her a company.It was getting late Thomas suggested lets go out and search you go and change he said. She went to the room to change. He saw the door closing he went next to the door and peeped through the key hole. He saw her standing there turning other way and she is wiping her face. She clutched her tshirt at the bottom and lefted. For Thomas it was happening in slow motion, her hip area become visible and her tshirt lifted up and aup again almost next to her bra. He gulped his saliva moment of truth her pink bra becoming visible. That's when they heard a car coming inside Thomas came back to living room, Meera put her clothes normal and came out.  Ajay came home very angry.
Meera saw his face and understood something was wrong. Thomas uncle said see he is here now you both talk I will leave if need anything give me a call. He just shook hand with Ajay and left.
“What happened, Ajay?” she asked softly.
Ajay threw his bag on the sofa. “Your mausi! That shameless woman spoiled everything! She was there in the jewellery shop yesterday wearing that cheap saree, blouse so deep that her bra was showing like anything. She shouted my name loudly and asked for discount saying I am income tax officer. Because of her big mouth the shop people hid all the proof. Now I am suspended! I am on the verge of losing my job!”
He was breathing heavily with anger. “I feel like making that bitch naked and parading her in the market in front of everyone! Let the whole city see her big hanging breasts and that black bra she loves to show!”
Meera felt very bad. She knew her mausi had a habit of dressing boldly and talking loudly, but she never thought she would hurt Ajay so much. Tears came in her eyes.
“Ajay… I am sorry. It is because of my family you are suffering. Mausi did not do it on purpose. She is like that only.”
Ajay was still furious. “Like that only? She roams around with her saree below navel, blouse so transparent that her bra designs are clearly visible, and talks like a cheap woman. Disgusting! I would have caught that thief with proof if she hadnot been present there. I cannot control my anger I will make her naked in middle of market tearing away her all clothes”.
Meera said chee , Ajay please stop do you hear what you are saying. He continued even I don't have to strip her I just need to give her a waist chain she herself will lift her saree above her panty and showcase to public. I will sthen trip her naked and will sell the ticket to see the show. Even I will give money to viewers to buy ticket.
Meera’s heart was aching. She loved Ajay more than anything. She could not see him so broken. She came close to him and said in a soft voice,
“Ajay… if you are so angry with mausi, then punish me instead. I am ready. You can make me naked and parade me in the market if that makes you feel better. I will do anything for you.”
Ajay looked at her and said may be you too needed to be treated that way. He was still lost in anger. Meera took a deep breath. She knew he was not listening. She decided to show him how sorry she was.
She caught the bottom of her loose T-shirt and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion. Her big, beautiful breasts bounced inside her bra. They were full and round, with nice dark brown nipples already getting hard in the open air. This was the first time in their two years of marriage that she was removing her clothes herself in bright daylight. Usually she always switched off the lights and felt very shy.
Next she untied the knot of her blue wraparound skirt. The skirt fell down to her feet. She was now standing only in her black panties and black bra. Her thighs looked smooth and soft. The panties were tight and showed the shape of her pussy lips clearly.
Meera turned her back to Ajay. Her hands went behind and she unhooked her black bra. She let it fall down. Now she was completely topless. Her bare back and round buttocks were in front of him. Only a thin black panty was covering her.
She felt very shy but she did not stop. She started walking slowly towards the living room. Her arms were crossed over her breasts, trying to cover them, but her soft flesh was spilling from the sides. Her bare feet made soft sound on the floor. She reached the main door of the house. Her heart was beating fast. She was thinking – will Ajay really make me go out naked? Will he really parade me because of mausi’s mistake?
She stood there near the door, one hand still covering her breasts, the other hand reaching for the lock. Her round buttocks looked perfect in the thin black panty.
From behind, Ajay was watching everything spellbound. His anger was slowly mixing with something else. His cock had become rock hard inside his pants seeing his shy wife walking almost naked in daylight. She turned back , Ajay asked her what happened lost your courage ? arenot you going outside? . She looked at him  without blinking then she unbolted the door.
He suddenly called her name, “Meera!”
Meera stopped. Ajay walked fast and hugged her tightly from behind. His hands went around her waist and then cupped her bare breasts. He squeezed them gently. He bolted the door.
“I am not angry with you, Meera,” he whispered in her ear. “I am angry with your mausi and all those people who don’t understand our struggles. It is better we leave this city now and start fresh somewhere else.”
Meera turned in his arms. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest. She felt safe in his hug, but deep inside she was ready to do anything – even walk naked in the market – if that could reduce his pain. They remained hugging near the main door and they got startled by the calling bell. They heard sound of Thomas uncle calling Meera. She quickly covered her boobs with her hands out of shy and ran inside the room.  Ajay opened the door and found Thomas uncle came with some food for them. He asked for Meera Ajay replied she is inside and called her. Thomas noticed the skirt and bra lying on floor. Then he saw Meera coming outside of the room in a tshirt and skirt. He couldnot believe her boobs are very lively and nipple is poking she is not wearing a bra. He was hypnotized with the view. Meera thanked him for being vonsiderate to bring them food thanked him. He couldnot hold his hardon he left quickly. 
That night Ajay and Meera did not talk much. But Ajay’s eyes kept going back to her body as she was lying in her black panty next him. Meera understood that her little act of removing clothes had calmed him a little. Ajay meanwhile was still upset with all the events occurring around him.

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The very next morning Meera called the mill office and took one week leave. “Sir, my husband is not well. I need to stay home and take care of him,” she told Thomas on the phone. Thomas’s voice sounded sweet as always. “Okay mol, take care. But come back soon. Office work is getting piled up without you.”
That whole week Meera stayed at home. She wore her favourite loose white T-shirt and blue wraparound skirt. No bra for Ajay, no tight leggings. The big T-shirt hung loosely but her full round breasts still made two soft mounds that jiggled gently when she moved. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a little bit of her soft belly. She cooked Ajay’s favourite food, massaged his head when he had headache, and sat close to him on the sofa. But her mind was full of worry. She was not her usual cheerful self. She kept thinking, “Because of my family Ajay lost everything. I have to support him now.”
Ajay sometimes looked at her body but his tension was too much. He would pull her close, kiss her neck, squeeze her breasts over the T-shirt, but then he would stop and say, “I am useless now, Meera.” Meera would hug him tighter, pressing her soft breasts against his chest, trying to make him feel better.
After one week, Thomas started calling her every day.
“Meera mol, when are you coming back? The accounts are in a mess. Only you can handle the tax files properly,” he said one evening.
Meera felt bad refusing him again. She had worked at the mill for six months and learned a lot. So she decided to go back for some time. Ajay told her to go to job atleast somebody needs to bring salary. Meera nodded without much energy.
When Meera returned to the mill after one week, she was not the same active girl as before. Her mind was always on Ajay’s tension. She wore her usual  kurti and leggings, but she was moving slowly, not paying full attention to how she looked.
Thomas noticed the change immediately. The first morning she came, she had to sign the register again. She bent over the table like always, but this time because she was worried, she bent more than usual. Her maroon kurti neck fell forward a lot. Her full creamy breasts were almost spilling out. The black bra cups were clearly visible and the deep dark valley of her cleavage was on full show. Because of the cold AC her nipples had become hard and were poking through the bra and kurti like two small buttons.
Thomas was sitting right in front of her. His eyes got stuck there. His cock instantly became rock hard inside his white mundu. The thin cloth lifted up like a big tent. He could see the soft inner curves of her breasts and even the faint brown edge of her areolas. His mouth went dry. He slowly moved his hand under the table and pressed his throbbing cock, enjoying the pain and pleasure.

He looked at her face she looked very sad and not cheerful that is not the Meera he fantasized. He felt bad. The following day also it was same. Her mind was somewhere he could see her cleavage most of the time. Seeing her so gloomy he lost that erection he used to get seeing her boobs. Next day he got her some ice cream and said this for you and spend sometime with her inside the cabin. The casual talks kind of made her cheered up. He asked her to get the file from top shelf and she was trying to reach the top. She stretched herself to reach he could see her panty from sides as her leggings slipped a little. May be she was careless on level where she wore her panties and her leggings. It was a pink panties with white polka dots. He was staring at her she turned to him and said I want to say something. She then continued Ajay is very worried these days I am scared if he will do something out of minds. We are planning to shift and I am planning to resign. Thomas was sad to hear but he felt it will be right decision for them. He said ok work for a week then you leave, but anytime If you comeback give me call. The place is there for you. Meera felt so touched she ran towards him and hugged him saying sure uncle thanks. Thanks for understanding. Meanwhile Thomas was struggling to control his hardon as her soft boobs are crushing against his chests. 

A week went by . Her final day at the office came, Meera told Thomas, “Sir, I am leaving for a new city with my husband. Thank you for everything.”
Thomas smiled sadly but inside he was sad for a different reason. He would miss his daily addiction – those beautiful breasts, that perfect body, and the innocent way Meera bent and showed everything without knowing. Initial days he didn't get to see anything but in recent weeks only she started to open up like skipping camisole and more deeper cleavage shows and now everything coming to an end.That same evening Meera came home and told Ajay, “I have finished my last day at the mill. We can move to the new city now as you said.” Ajay nodded. His tension was still there, but he felt a little hope. Thomas sat alone in his empty office, remembering the last time Meera bent in front of him. His hand moved under his mundu again as he closed his eyes and whispered her name.

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The day finally came for Ajay and Meera to move to the new big city. They had two big suitcases and some bags. Meera wore a simple light green kurti and black leggings for the journey. The kurti was not too tight, but because of her full breasts, the cloth still stretched nicely over her chest. The leggings hugged her thighs and round ass closely, showing their soft shape with every step. She carried a small dupatta but it kept slipping from her shoulders.
They reached the railway station in the evening. The platform was very crowded. People were pushing each other to get into the train. Ajay was carrying the heavy suitcases, walking ahead. Meera followed him closely, holding one small bag. Meera understood Ajay is tipsy he is been drinking.
When the train arrived, it was already full. Many passengers were standing near the doors. Ajay pushed the suitcases inside first and then helped Meera get in. The crowd was heavy. As Meera tried to step up into the coach, a group of men pushed from behind. Someone’s hand accidentally pressed against her soft round ass. Another man’s elbow rubbed against the side of her left boobs. Meera felt shy but she could not say anything in the rush.
Inside the crowded doorway, more pushing happened. Meera’s dupatta slipped completely from one shoulder . The neck of her kurti opened a little because of the pressure. For a few seconds, the upper curve of her breasts and the edge of her white bra became clearly visible. The man standing right behind her got a good long look at her deep cleavage. Meera quickly pulled her dupatta back, her face turning red. Ajay was busy placing the suitcases under the seats and did not notice anything.
They got allocated with one lower berth and one upper berth. Ajay took the lower berth because he wanted to sit and think. Meera climbed up to the upper berth. The ladder was narrow. As she climbed, her round ass in the tight black leggings were right at eye level for the people sitting below.  She quickly sat on her upper berth and covered her legs with a dupatta like a blanket as she had noticed the starings from the people.
The train started moving. Ajay sat on his lower berth, looking out of the window.  
Night came. The lights in the coach became dim. Meera felt hot in the upper berth.  While turning on the berth to sleep, her kurti neck shifted, it had front buttons which got undone. One side of her bra cup became partly visible. The soft upper part of her breast was showing. Because she was lying on her side, her breasts pressed together, making a deep tempting cleavage.
A young man sitting on the side lower berth kept looking up whenever he got a chance. He could see the white bra and the creamy skin above it. Meera was trying to sleep but she felt uncomfortable with the noise inside train she closed her eyes tightly. 

Ajay was still lost in his thoughts. He was deep inside his thoughts. He did not look up at Meera’s berth even once. He did not notice the eyes that were enjoying his wife’s body in the crowded train.

[Glenlivet]

Hasn't Kerala become Keralam?

[Pvzro]

Fantastic uncle with Meera would be great combo

[Pvzro]

Keep writing fantastic story

[shaalu_re]

Ajay and Meera reached the new big city after the long train journey. Ajay had already found a small flat for them on the fourth floor of a four-storey building in a middle-class residential area. It was not posh with big cars and security guards, but it was clean and safe. The flat had two small bedrooms, a living room with a small balcony, a kitchen, and one bathroom. The walls were light yellow and the floor had simple white tiles. From the balcony they could see other similar buildings, a small park, and kids playing in the evening. Meera liked it because it felt like home.
The first few days went in getting familiar with the place and arranging the home. Meera worked from morning till evening. She swept and mopped the floors, arranged all the kitchen things, hung new curtains on the windows, and made the beds with fresh bedsheets. She wore Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt while doing all this work. During her free time she had reduced the length of her skirts to seduce Ajay , she has folded at the bottom and stitched and there by reducing the length to her knees. The T-shirt was big on her but her full round breasts still made two soft heavy mounds under bra. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a little strip of her soft fair belly. Sometimes when she bent down to pick something from the floor, the skirt rode up and her smooth thighs became clearly visible. Ajay was busy with his own things and did not notice much.
Ajay went out every day for the first week. He told Meera he had some important meetings. He left early in the morning on his two-wheeler and came back only in the evening, looking tired and lost in thoughts. Meera cooked his favourite Kerala dishes every day and waited for him with a smile. She tried to talk and make him laugh like before, but Ajay was mostly quiet. He would eat, watch some news on the small TV, and then sit on the balcony staring at nothing. Meera felt very sad seeing him like this. In the old city he was always jovial, teasing her, cracking small jokes, and pulling her close. Now he looked like a completely different man.
One evening, after six days in the new city, Ajay came home and sat on the sofa looking very serious. Meera brought him tea and sat next to him.
“Ajay, you look so tired every day. What is happening?” she asked softly.
Ajay took a deep breath and said, “Meera, I have decided to start a small tourism travel office and internet café near the city centre. I already found a small shop. From tomorrow I will go there every day and run it like a normal businessman.”
Meera’s heart sank. She felt very bad. Her husband was a reputed income tax officer before. People used to respect him and salute him. Now he was going to sit in a small shop selling tour packages like any ordinary man. She knew it was all because of her mausi’s mistake. Tears came in her eyes.
“Ajay… you were such a big officer. Now running a shop… it is all because of me and my family,” she said in a broken voice.
Ajay just nodded and kept quiet. He did not tell her the real reason.
But in his mind everything was clear. His old boss Raghav had contacted him secretly right after the suspension. Raghav had called him one night and said, “Ajay, I know you are angry and hurt. But I need you for a big mission of my career. No one else can do it. Vikram is a very dangerous and powerful man. He runs a huge crime syndicate. He controls big betting on cricket, football and all sports matches. He also does hawala money transfer – sending black money to foreign countries without any trace. He has a 40-acre farmhouse on the outskirts of this new city. That farmhouse is like his kingdom. Every weekend he throws big wild parties there. Film stars, politicians, rich businessmen, even some security officer officers come there. Famous people gather there for drinking, drugs, and secret deals happening in the back rooms. Many celebrities come just to show off their power with Vikram. security officer have tried many times to catch him but failed. Some officers are on his payroll and give him information before any raid. I want you to go inside his circle and collect solid proof – photos, voice recordings, account details, everything. No one in the department should know about this mission. It is only between you and me. You will open the tourism shop as a front so no one suspects you. Shankar is Vikram’s younger brother. He is carefree, loves luxury cars, big parties and showing off. He handles the logistics part of the syndicate. You can try to get close to Shankar’s office staff by offering cheap foreign trips for their company tours. We will meet secretly near your shop. I will come for a smoke near the small tea stall and we will pass hidden pen drives with information. This is very risky, Ajay, but I trust only you. If you succeed, you will return to your old city as a hero and your suspension will be lifted. Think about it.”
Ajay had agreed immediately. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was still the best officer. He wanted to catch Vikram and clear his name. That is why he had chosen this new city. But he could not tell any of this to Meera. She was already feeling too guilty.

That same night after dinner Meera sat together with Ajay to watch a movie “The Wolf of Wall Street”. Ajay was not showing interest he got a phone call went out with his old phone.  The movie was bold and full of wild scenes. During dinner they kept watching it. There was one scene where the heroine was very bold and sexy. She teased her husband in a very open way, talking dirty and acting like she was tired of normal things. Meera watched that scene carefully. She felt her cheeks getting hot. She saw Ajay breaking the old phone and throwing it to the dustbin. She was scared to see this actions.
 
After dinner Meera decided to seduce Ajay like that girl in the movie. She went inside the kitchen and quietly removed her bra. She sprinked some water on tshirt to make it little transparent, it was her improvisation. She patted herself for indigenous idea of wetting her white tshirt thanks to counteless Indian movie scenes. She came out wearing only the loose white T-shirt and her blue wraparound skirt. She had lifted the skirt a little higher on both sides so Ajay could see her smooth fair thighs clearly. But when she came out of the kitchen, Ajay was not in the living room. His phone was lying on the sofa and the screen was still on. She saw a notification coming, somebody reacting to a message which Ajay had sent the message sounded like: “I will end everything…” Meera’s heart started beating very fast. She got scared. “Is Ajay thinking of doing something bad to himself because of all this tension?” she thought. She was too scared to ask him directly. She started looking for him everywhere in the flat.
She remembered the terrace. They lived on the fourth floor and the terrace was common for the building. She quickly went up the stairs. This might be the first time she is stepping out of her home braless, she never did such a heinous thing in her life. She always wore bra under. She ran up the stairs her free boobs were bouncing under her tshirt. There she found Ajay standing alone in the dark, smoking a cigarette. She had never seen him smoking before. The red glow of the cigarette was lighting his tired face.
Meera walked to him slowly. “Ajay… what are you doing here? You never smoke,” she said softly, trying to sound normal.
Ajay just took another puff and looked at the sky. He was not in the mood to talk.
She stepped out into the moonlight. Because she was braless, the cool night breeze caused the fabric to cling to the heavy, braless curves of her boobs, the dark pink circles of her areolas slightly visible through the cotton.
Meera tried small talk. “The new flat is nice na… I arranged everything today. You will feel better once the shop starts. You will be engaged so you will not have any ..” she stopped midway.  She moved closer and touched his arm gently. But Ajay gave no reply. His mind was still on Vikram and the mission.
Meera remembered the bold scene from the movie they had just watched. She decided to be like that girl. “Ajay…” she whispered, leaning in until her braless boob brushed against the back of his shoulder. “If you keep ignoring me like this, I’m going to have to be very, very naughty. Just like that girl in the movie.” Ajay still did not react.
"Ajay… look at me," she pleaded softly. "You’re so worried about the new shop, about who will 'support' you in this new life . Well... then I also don't need support ,see I too don't have any support for my boobs" . Ajay replied without looking at her it's a small business Meera I don't think I will be able to keep you happy like before or buy any gifts. Sensing the deep sadness in his voice, she stepped closer. "I don't care about gifts; my happiness is simply living with you. And as for gifts... I’ve already received one." She lifted her skirt above her panty to reveal the silver waist chain shimmering against her skin. It was the one Ajay had bought in a hurry from the jewelry shop, not even realizing at the time that it was meant for the waist.

She smiled playfully. "You said my Mausi would show off her waist chain like this in a market, right? Well, I am from her family, after all." She gave him a naughty wink before letting the hem of her skirt drop. Then, adopting a bold, fake accent, she whispered, "Actually, I’m sick of wearing panties altogether." and standing right there on the terrace under the night sky, she slowly lifted her skirt with both hands. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her black panty and pulled it down her smooth thighs. She stepped out of it completely and held the warm panty in her hand. She folded it neatly and handed it to Ajay.
“Here… keep this with you. Now you will think of me the whole day,” she said in a soft sexy voice, exactly like the movie girl.
Then she turned and walked back towards the terrace door. At the door she stopped, lifted the back of her skirt high with one hand, and showed him her bare round ass for a few seconds. Her smooth fair ass glowed in the moonlight. She gave him a quick naughty smile and went down the stairs.
Ajay watched her. He threw the cigarette away and followed her quickly.
When he reached the flat, the main door was not locked. He opened it and stepped inside. On the living room floor he saw Meera’s blue skirt and white T-shirt lying neatly. He closed the door and locked it.
“Meera…” he called in a low voice.
From the bedroom Meera came out slowly. She was wearing nothing at all. Only her mangalsutra necklace and the thin silver waist chain were on her beautiful naked body. Her big round 34c sized breasts were fully bare, dark pink nipples already hard and pointing. Her shaved pussy was clearly visible between her smooth thighs. The waist chain looked very sexy around her narrow waist. She looked like a dream standing there completely naked in front of him.
Ajay’s eyes became dark with sudden hunger. He walked to her and pulled her close. He kissed her hard on the lips, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth. Meera moaned softly and pressed her naked body against him. His hands moved all over her bare back, then down to her round ass cheeks. He squeezed them hard, feeling their softness. Then his hands came up and cupped her heavy breasts. He squeezed them, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. Meera gasped with pleasure.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently. He removed his own clothes quickly and came on top of her. His hard thick cock was pressing against her soft thigh. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while his hand kneaded the other breast. Meera arched her back and moaned loudly, “Ajay… yes… suck them harder… like you used to…”
He moved lower and kissed her soft belly, then her deep navel. He reached her pussy and spread her thighs wide open. He licked her wet pussy lips slowly, his tongue moving up and down. Meera caught his hair and pushed his face deeper. “Ahhh… Ajay… it feels so good… eat me…” Her juices were flowing freely. He sucked her clit and pushed his tongue inside her tight hole. Meera’s legs started shaking.
After a few minutes he came up. He made her sit on the edge of the bed.He took a towel wiped his cock then he stood in front of her and pushed his thick cock into her mouth. Meera sucked him eagerly, her soft lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She had never done a blowjob before. She felt like Ajay was possessed he never made such wild sex with her he was gentle. Her big breasts jiggled as she moved her head up and down. Ajay held her hair and fucked her mouth gently at first, then a little harder. Meera looked up at him with loving eyes while sucking.
Then he pulled her up and made her bend over the bed. He entered her from behind in one smooth push. Meera cried out in pleasure. He started thrusting hard and fast. Her round ass cheeks slapped against his thighs with every stroke. He spanked her softly, making her fair skin turn pink. “You are so tight and wet for me,” he growled. Meera pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder Ajay… I am your slut tonight… use me like the girl in the movie… I am tired of being shy…”
He flipped her on her back and entered her again in missionary position. He lifted her legs high on his shoulders and pounded deep. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. He bent down and sucked her nipples while fucking her hard. Meera was moaning non-stop, her nails digging into his back. “Yes… deeper… I love your cock inside me…”
They changed again. Ajay sat on the chair near the bed and made Meera sit on his cock facing him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her round ass and bounced her up and down. Her breasts were right in front of his face. He sucked and bit them while she rode him fast. The waist chain was moving sexily on her belly. Meera’s pussy was gripping his cock tightly. She was breathing heavily. “I love you Ajay… I will do anything for you… even walk naked in the market if you want… just be happy like before…”
Ajay stood up with her still on his cock. He carried her to the wall and fucked her standing, her back pressed against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around him. He thrust deep and hard. Meera came first, her whole body shaking. Her pussy squeezed his cock again and again. She cried out loudly in pleasure, “Ajay… I am cumming… ahhhh!”
Ajay was close. He laid her on the bed again and thrust fast. At the last moment he pulled out and came all over her breasts and belly. Thick white ropes of cum landed on her smooth skin, some even reaching her mangalsutra and hard nipples. Meera smiled and rubbed his cum on her breasts with her fingers, licking a little from her finger.
They lay together for a long time, naked and sweaty. Meera rested her head on his chest. Ajay felt relaxed for the first time in many days. He kissed her forehead.

[shaalu_re]

The next morning after their intense night, Ajay woke up early. Meera was still sleeping peacefully on her side, completely naked except for her mangalsutra and the thin silver waist chain. The morning sunlight coming through the curtain fell on her body. Her full round breasts rose and fell gently with every breath. The dark pink nipples were soft now, resting on the creamy wheatish skin. A few dried white marks from last night’s cum were still visible on her breasts and lower belly. She looked like a beautiful sleeping angel. Ajay felt a rush of love mixed with guilt. He did not wake her. He quietly got ready, kissed her forehead softly, and left for the day to start setting up his new tourism shop.
Meera woke up around 8:30. The flat felt quiet. She stretched her arms and felt the cool air on her bare skin. She was still naked. She remembered everything from last night — how she had removed her panty on the terrace like the bold girl in the movie, shown her bare ass, and then waited for Ajay completely naked in the bedroom. Her cheeks turned red with shyness even though she was alone.
She covered her boobs with her hands she felt the pain from the bite marks. Ajay was like  an animal yesterday, he never made love like this before. It was not love may be he was taking revenge on me for what mausi did to him. She just picked a towel went for a bath, she had a nice cold shower she felt pains from the bites and her nipple was hard with the cold water. She wore bra, panty and a kurti as she wanted to go out to buy vegetables.

Ajay had started going out every day. He told Meera he was setting up his new tourism travel office and internet café. In reality, he was also quietly making plans for his secret mission against Vikram. But after the first few days, when the shop actually opened, Ajay’s mood became very gloomy again. The reality hit him hard — he, who was once a respected income tax officer, was now sitting in a small shop near the city centre, waiting for customers to book cheap tour packages. He felt humiliated. He would come home tired, eat silently, and sit on the balcony staring into the distance. The old jovial Ajay who used to tease Meera and make her laugh had almost disappeared.
Meera felt very bad seeing him like this. She knew deep down that her mausi’s mistake was the main reason for his suffering. She wanted to support him financially so he didn’t feel so much pressure. After two weeks of settling in, she decided to start job hunting. Every morning she would go through the newspaper classifieds and apply for accountant or office assistant jobs. She had nobody to share her worries. She applied for multiple jobs.
One afternoon, while Meera was alone at home, there was a knock on the door. She opened it and saw a 20-year-old boy standing there with a big smile. He was thin, dark-skinned, and wearing a simple shirt and lungi. He was carrying a bag of vegetables.
“Didi, I am Chotu. I work in the small grocery shop downstairs. Sir told me to deliver vegetables and groceries to this flat from now on,” he said politely.
Meera smiled kindly. Chotu looked like a simple village boy, and that immediately made her feel comfortable. His face reminded her of her cousin who died in an accident, so she felt a connection.
“Come inside, Chotu,” she said.
Chotu stepped in but refused to sit on the sofa. “No didi, I am fine on the floor,” he said and sat cross-legged on the floor.
Meera felt bad for him. She went to the kitchen and brought some water and snacks. When she bent down to serve him on the floor, her loose white T-shirt fell forward. Chotu got a clear view of her deep cleavage and the black bra holding her full, round breasts. The soft creamy skin and the valley between her breasts were clearly visible. Chotu’s eyes widened. He felt his cock stirring inside his lungi and quickly looked away, but he kept stealing glances every time Meera bent.
Meera did not notice anything. For her, Chotu was just a helpful young boy from a similar background. She chatted with him while serving. “Where are you from, Chotu?”
“I am from a small village near here, didi. You look like a college teacher I had when I went to college,” he replied with a grin.
They talked for some time. He asked her what does she do and Sir do Meera told him she was looking for a job and sir  ... . She has heard from her mausi that he might loose his job and Mausi felt sorry that she caused it. Meera said its ok this was bound to happen we cannot stop it. So she doesnot want anyone to know about their past. So she told he is running a small business . Chotu listened carefully and said he would keep an eye for any office helper or accountant jobs in the area. They become friends in couple of days.One day before leaving, Chotu said it is his birthday tomorrow and brought a small packet of sweets for her the next day.
The next afternoon Chotu came again with the sweets. “Didi, please take this. It is my birthday.”
Meera felt touched. “Wait, I will give you something too.” She invited him inside for lunch. Again Chotu sat on the floor. Every time Meera bent down to serve rice or curry, her T-shirt opened wide. Chotu got repeated good views of her bra-clad breasts. They looked big, soft, and perfectly shaped. His cock became fully hard under the lungi. He tried to hide it by adjusting his legs.
While eating, Chotu started chatting. “Didi, what are you doing today?”
“I have to cook some vegetables. Can you bring some later?” Meera asked.
Chotu nodded. “I can bring in 10 minutes.”
“No, bring after two hours. I need to take bath first,” Meera replied.
Chotu looked surprised. “You take bath for two hours? I finish in five minutes under the common tap near the building.”
Meera was curious. “Common tap? In the open?”
“Yes didi. We poor people have no choice. There is a common tap behind the building. Many people bathe there.”
Meera asked innocently, “There will be people around, right?”
Chotu nodded. “Yes, but we manage. I bathe in my underwear or gamcha. Ladies also bathe like that — some in petticoat or gamcha.”. She was surprised to hear people bathing in open tap near the road. Back in her village people used to take bath in river but there used to be separate area for women and men. And she had never bathed there. She heard people used to peep so she never went there for bath. 
He then told her a story (which he made up) about a neighbour lady whose petticoat slipped and she stood naked for a few seconds in front of everyone. Meera listened with wide eyes, feeling sympathy for the poor people. Chotu noticed she was emotional and kind-hearted, so he kept talking softly.
After some time, Chotu asked to use the bathroom. Meera allowed him. Inside, he saw her black bra and pink panties hanging on the hanger next to her skirt and T-shirt. He touched them gently, feeling the soft fabric. He thought about hiding his mobile to record her bathing next time, but he got scared because she is well educated she might find the phone. He controlled himself and came out.
After Chotu left, Meera cleaned the plates and went for her bath. She removed all her clothes, put them in the washing machine, and stepped inside the bathroom. She washed her bra and panties first, then applied oil all over her naked body. She started soaping herself, her hands moving over her full breasts, narrow waist, and smooth thighs.
Meanwhile, Chotu had quietly gone to the rooftop and stopped the water supply to Meera’s flat. After some time, when Meera had applied soap all over her body, the water suddenly stopped. She tried to rinse but there was no water. She managed to wash her face somehow, but her body was still covered in oil and soap suds.
She came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a small towel. The towel barely covered her boobs and reached just below her buttocks. She called Ajay, but he was on his two-wheeler and did not pick up. Meera felt helpless. After waiting for some time, she heard a knock on the door.
It was Chotu again. He had taken an envelope from a courier boy who was looking for Meera’s flat, saying he knew her and would deliver it. Now he had a reason to come up.
Meera opened the door slightly, still in the towel. “Chotu, is that you? Are you alone?”
“Yes didi.”
“I need help… the water stopped suddenly,” she said in a low voice.
Chotu smiled inside. “Let me come in, didi. I can fix it.”
Meera hesitated because she was only in a towel, but she had no choice. “Okay… but wait one minute after I open the door. Don’t come in immediately.”
She opened the door and quickly went inside the other room. Chotu entered, closed the door, and asked what happened. Meera explained from the other room that she had soap all over her body and could not come out.
Chotu went into the bathroom as she guided him. He pretended to check the taps and tightened the inlet knob very hard so water would not come easily. Then he said he would go upstairs to check the rooftop tank. He left the front door slightly open on purpose went up. Meera waited, then came out in the towel and found the main door is open when he left. She stayed inside that room just her head out to see what is happening. She heard the mobile ringing she ran to get the mobile, it was Chotu he asked her to check if the water is coming in bathroom. She went to the bathroom to check but still no water. She said no water, by then Chotu has reached back. She is now in towel infront of him. She felt shy,she tried to cover with her hands. Chotu just said it looks like issue is not there may be inside. You move here didi and went inside the bathroom. Meera felt like he didn't stared her. She felt relieved at same time she felt insulted as he didn't pay attention to him. Am I not worth looking is it why Ajay is not talking much to me these days. She was thinking all this in her head standing there.  He came out saying looks like it is fixed now. As part of checking I have closed the valve from roof I will open it and it will be fine. He went outside to open the valve and he found the bathroom door is closed and can hear shower sound.
Chotu then called her from outside, pretending he had fixed the water on the rooftop. Meera said ok let me finish the bath and come quickly. He said no I need to close the transponster there else the water pressure will increase and wall may break it is an old building. Tansponster she doesnot know what it is may be something critical, Chotu is saying it is very critical and we need to close it immediately. She quickly dbangd the towel and came out. This time in hurry she didn't get time to cover fully she covered her front properly but her ass was open and Chotu got a nice view of her tender round naked ass. He took a minute inside the bathroom and cameout all fixed now. You can bath freely now. He saw Meera in the wet towel that was now sticking to her body, clearly showing the shape of her breasts and nipples.
During all this, Chotu had “accidentally” dropped her bra and panties inside the bathroom on the floor, making them dirty.
After the water issue was solved, Meera finished her bath and came out wearing only her white T-shirt and skirt. Because her innerwear was dirty, she was braless. Her dark nipples were clearly poking through the thin white fabric. She gave Chotu some money for helping her, he is sitting in a chair.
“Thank you, Chotu. You helped me a lot today.”
Chotu smiled. “Didi, you are like my elder sister. Don’t thank me.” He then said he came to deliver this envelope.
As she bent down to pick up the courier envelope he had brought, her braless breasts hung down heavily inside the T-shirt, giving Chotu a full clear view of her soft round boobs and dark nipples. All his hard work paid off, her beautiful braless boobs just hung infront of him.  Meera teared opened the envelope, he felt like she is opening his zip. She put her hand inside to pull the letter she blowed to the cover to open it more and pulled the paper out. Chotu felt her soft hands going inside his shorts to pull his dick out and blowing . He was imagining this then Meera said  It was an interview call letter for an accountant job. Chotu came to reality
She became very happy and jumped up in excitement. In her joy, she hugged Chotu tightly. Her soft braless breasts pressed against his face for a few seconds .
Chotu felt her warmth and hardness of nipples. He said innocently, “Didi, your husband must be very happy. He has such a beautiful wife.”

Before leaving, Chotu said, “Didi, don’t worry. With this job everything will be fine. And please don’t forget your little brother Chotu.”
Meera smiled and ruffled his hair. “You are naughty, but I like you like a younger brother.”
That evening when Ajay came home, he was even more gloomy. The shop was not doing well, and he felt like a failure. Meera tried to cheer him up, but his mood remained low.
Meera had now made a new friend in the new city — Chotu. She felt a little less lonely. But she had no idea how this simple village boy would slowly become part of her changing life in the big city.
And Ajay had no idea that his wife had already started attracting hungry eyes — first Chotu’s, and soon many more.

[Dominetrix]

Nice story ..please continue

[Glenlivet]

Good.

[shaalu_re]

Meera felt a little tired after Chotu left. The water problem was solved, but her mind was still racing with the excitement of the interview call letter.  Ajay had not come home yet and it was already getting dark outside. She decided to clean the bedroom a little before he arrived. She picked up the wet towel from the floor and started arranging the bedsheet properly.

While doing all this she was still wearing only the thin white T-shirt and the blue wraparound skirt. No bra, no panty underneath because she forgot about it after the interview call letter. Her heavy breasts moved freely inside the T-shirt. The dark nipples were clearly poking out through the thin white cloth.
She bent down to pick some clothes from the floor. When she stood up she casually glanced at the big mirror on the cupboard. What she saw made her freeze.


Meera stood frozen in front of the big mirror in the bedroom. The flat was completely silent. The T-shirt was slightly damp from the steam of the bathroom earlier. It was clinging softly to her skin.
In the mirror she could see everything clearly.
Her full, heavy breasts were pushing against the thin white cloth. The dark pink nipples were visible if you look closely, poking out like two small buttons. Because there was no bra, the soft round shape of her breasts and even the faint darker circles around the nipples could be seen. The cloth was sticking in places because of the sweat and steam, making the outline even more obvious.
Meera’s face turned completely red. Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh no… I was standing like this the whole time in front of Chotu,” she whispered to herself.
She felt a storm of emotions hit her all at once. Shame, guilt, fear, and panic. She was a shy village girl, always modest, always careful about her clothes. She had never let any man except Ajay see her like this. But today, because of the water problem and her hurry, she had moved around the house in this thin T-shirt right in front of Chotu. She spent a lot of time talking to him about the something or other. Every time she stood, her breasts must have been visible to him.
Tears came to her eyes. “What will Ajay think if he ever comes to know? He is already so sad and gloomy after losing his job. He will feel even more hurt. He might think I have become shameless in this new city.” She felt terrible. She had treated Chotu like a younger brother, like a friend from her village. Now she was scared that he might have seen everything and would tell someone. What if he laughed about it with his friends in the shop? What if the whole building came to know?
She sat down on the bed, her heart beating very fast. She crossed her arms over her chest, but that only made her breasts press together and look bigger in the mirror. She felt so exposed even though she was alone now.
She stood up again and walked closer to the mirror. She wanted to see exactly what Chotu might have seen. She bent down slowly, the same way she had bent while giving him the money. In the mirror she watched herself. The loose T-shirt fell forward completely. Both her heavy breasts hung down like two ripe mangoes, swinging gently. The neckline had opened so wide that almost the entire upper part of her breasts was on display. She straightened up and bent again, this time turning a little to the side. The side view was even worse — the soft curve of her breast and the hard nipple were clearly seen.
Meera’s face burned with shame. “He must have seen all this… again and again.” . No he is not cheap he is a good boy. “Maybe Chotu didn’t notice anything,” she thought. “The T-shirt is white but not that transparent. He is just a simple boy. I am overthinking like a fool. He was only helping with the water problem.”
She felt a little relieved. But a doubt was still there. What if he had seen something? What if he tells someone in the shop? She decided to talk to him once and clear her mind.

She dialled Chotu’s number. The phone rang twice.
“Hello didi!” Chotu’s cheerful voice came. “You need something? Vegetables? Or any help?”
Meera’s throat felt tight. She wanted to ask, “Did you see anything when I was in the T-shirt?” but the words would not come out. She stayed silent for three seconds.
“Didi? Are you there?” Chotu asked again.
Meera panicked. “Sorry Chotu… wrong call,” she said quickly and cut the call. Her face was red. She put the phone down and took a deep breath.

She opened WhatsApp but then closed it immediately. “No… I don’t want to start chatting on WhatsApp. Everyone can see blue ticks and last seen. Better to use Telegram. It feels more private.”
She searched for Chotu in Telegram and opened the chat. She had added him earlier only for grocery orders.

Meera: Hi Chotu
Chotu replied in two seconds.
Chotu: Hello didi ? Today’s vegetables were good na? Need anything else for tomorrow morning?
Meera smiled a little. She decided not to ask directly. She would just chat casually and see if he himself says anything about her dress.
Meera: No no… vegetables were fine. Thank you for helping with the water problem today. You are very smart.
Chotu: Haha thank you didi. I am used to fixing taps in the village. You are okay now?
Meera: Yes… everything is fine.

They chatted for some time about normal things — the weather in the new city, how difficult it is to find good jobs, how the building people are. Meera was waiting for him to say something about her T-shirt , but Chotu did not mention even one word about it. He was acting completely normal, as if nothing had happened.

After ten minutes Meera slowly tried to bring the topic.
Meera: Today was very embarrassing for me… the water suddenly stopping when I was in the bathroom.
Chotu: Yes didi. These old buildings have bad plumbing. But I fixed it fast na?
Meera: Yes… but I had to come out in towel and then in T-shirt.
Chotu: Towel is normal only didi. Everyone does that when there is water problem.

Meera waited. Still no mention of her braless look or anything. She felt he was playing dumb on purpose.
She typed carefully.
Meera: Chotu… please don’t tell anyone what happened here today.
Chotu : I already told to my boss and palnning to tell my friends here. Boss was asking why I am late.
Meera : why did you tell ?
Chotu : I have to tell na, People thinks I am not good enough. With this people think I am capable.
Meera : What do you mea, I request you please dont tell anyone.
Chotu:  what didi?  I can tell everyone! I will get more people for plumbing work and earn extra money ?
Meera read the message and smiled nervously.

Meera: Not that you fool! I mean… don’t tell anyone about how I was dressed after the bath.
Chotu: Oh… that? But what is there to tell didi? You were in Test cricket teams jersy I have seen you before also .
Meera felt her cheeks burning. He was forcing her to say it clearly.

Meera: I mean… If you noticed anything unususual.
Meera:  Did you notice anything?
There was a small pause.
Chotu: Notice what didi?

Meera: Chotu please… tell me the truth. When I was standing infront of you did you notice anything?
Chotu : Like what ?
Meera : did you notice anything near my chest area ?
Chotu: Chest? You mean your top part?
Meera: Yes…
Chotu : I feel shy answering to you.
Meera : hmm
Chotu : I don't know what to tell.

Chotu: Didi you are asking very clearly now. Since you want to know… yes I noticed a little. Your T-shirt is very thin and white. When you bent, your boobs were hanging down and moving. The nipples were clearly poking out.

Meera covered her mouth with one hand. She felt a sweet shiver.

Meera’s heart was beating fast. She did not reply for a minute. Chotu waited and then sent another message.

Chotu : I dont know how to tell, I will show you the pic

Meera got scared, pic when did he took my picture that fool. She sent messages scolding him.

Chotu: It was a pic from FRIENDS series where Jeenifer Aniston standing in white tshirt with two points, a famous meme.

Meera: Oh he meant this. She relieved she also saw the hilarious friends scene also. But she ahad already sent the abuse messages to him.

Chotu : I always thought you like my cousin siste, I didnot know you though so cheaply of me.

Meera : sorry..

No reply.
She waited two minutes. Still no reply.
Meera: Chotu?

No reply.
She started getting worried. Did she say too much? Will he tell someone now? She sent more messages.
Meera: Hello?
Meera: Are you there?
Meera: Please reply.

After almost half an hour her phone vibrated.
Chotu: Sorry didi. I was busy closing the shop. Just reached home. I will not be able to deliver any vegetables now you can call shop tomorrow. Somebody from shop will deliver.

Meera felt bad seeing how he responded. She thought herself what did he do wrong. It was me who called him for help. He hadnot spoke about exposure, it is me who initiated the conversation and I scolded him. Afterall he is a boy . The only friend I have here.

Meera waited, biting her nails. She was sitting on the bed, still in the same white T-shirt, nipples still slightly hard from the tension.
After one minute Chotu called.

Chotu: Didi… you are very sweet. Don’t worry so much. I read everything you sent, I felt bad. You are the only one I felt close to me after my didi... but the way you not trusted me I felt bad.. His voice was breaking and he disconnected the call

Meera felt bad she tried to call back but didn't get connected, he was disconnecting. 

Chotu : Sorry.. network issue voice breaking.

She knew he is lying she replied OK.

Chotu: You are like my elder sister. Actually… I had a cousin sister in the village. We were very close. She was two years older than me. Because of family fight we lost touch. But when we were small she was the best friend I had. I always miss her. She was the only one who accepted me as it is and accepted my naughtiness.

Meera felt even bad. She said sorry. Chotu then keep messaging about how close he was with his sister Megha and he kept telling about her. Meera was listening. She felt he is very emotional better to change topic she thought else he will become sad.

Chotu: ....  Megha di used to trust me like anything. She used to take me to river for bathing in village. She even used to change infront of me there.

Meera : Really? She used to change in front of you?

Chotu : Haan.. she was my everything. She always had a red blouse which she loved to wear always. She trusted me completely. I never felt anything bad. I used to feel like a little brother only. Same way I feel about you.

Meera: I am sorry Chotu.

Chotu: It's ok didi.

Meera : how else she is similar to me.

Chotu : hmm you are fair, more pretty hmm.

Meera : then we are not same same .

Chotu : hmm.. ya

Chotu : no you both are same in one case.

Meera : what ?

Chotu : you both dont wear bras

Meera : what ? why do you say so.

Chotu : you were without bra thats how we started this conversation.

Meera : Fool, I always bra today I was not wearing because of you.

Chotu : Me ? what did I do ?

Meera : You dropped my bra in water, you remember ? I didn't had anything dry to wear when I come out.

Chotu : Now you put that on me ? 

Meera : Yes Mr.naughty you caused it.


Chotu : Oh, I dropped your bra and underwear also.

Meera: its not underwear its called panty.

Chotu : ya same same . So my didi was not wearing panty also. Chee chee. My megha didi always wore.

Meera : How do you know Megha wore panty ?

Chotu : when she climbed the fence and I could see everything underneath.

Meera : you are naughty 

Chotu : I am just saying. We men notice few things.

Meera : men ? you are a boy.

Meera : what else did the man see ?

Chotu : I saw the bare ass.

Meera : you are naughtier than I thought. Let me guess after bath ?

Chotu : no during bath.

Meera : so you enjoyed it ?

Chotu : Yeah, it was perfect

Meera : hmm. you should look away from didi it is not a good character even for a naughty brother.

Chotu : ya it was a mistake.

Meera : what was Megha's reaction ?

Chotu : for what ?

Meera : When you saw her buttocks.

Chotu : I didn't see her ass, I saw her panty.

Meera : you just said now rite, you saw didi's bare buttocks in bath.

Chotu typing...

Chotu : Not Megha didi's. I meant Meera di.

Meera : Which Meera di ?

Meera : you mean my ass ? when ?

Chotu : When you came out during the bath when I came out to fix . Then the towel lifted, I saw both buttocks clearly. They are perfect round.

Meera : what .. what else did you see 


Meera had a realization that he had a good view of her ass well. So he probably saw more than she had thought initially. She felt scared, he is not dangerous I have to convince him to blabber this to someone else. If ajay gets to know , she cannot even think how he will react. Meera doesnot want anyone to know that Chotu has seen her bare ass. She reimagined what has happened. The whole saga went infront of her eyes in slow motion. 

She looked back at her mobile screen there were few more messages from Chotu.



Yes I saw your boobs very clearly when you bent. They are big and round. The nipples were dark and standing out. When you hugged me after getting the interview letter, I felt them pressing on my chest. Very soft and warm.

My all friends have girlfriends they always tell me about how soft boobs feel, how pretty they were I saw them only in pictures. I always gelt incomplete man not seeing them un real

Today I saw them in real. I felt like I am a complete man. Now I can also tell how it feels like

Helo.

You there ..

Helo..

Seems you are angry at me..

Friends are coming..
bye..


Meera felt a tremor in her hands he is going to meet his friends. He is going to tell his friends that he has seen my boobs and my bare ass. Oh my god. She messaged and he has not seen it. She called him he didn't answer. She started to panic, she called him again and again. After a couple of minutes Chotu answered.

Meera : Where were you , why havenot answered to my calls. She was angry and scared.

Chotu : Didi I went to take a bath.

Meera : then didn't you see the phone.

Chotu : Didi, we are poor we dont have bathroom like you. I have to bath in a common tap. I wear only a towel to bath so I cannot carry my phone. I dont have a luxury life like yours. I struggle for my daily food. This phone itself is a gift I got from my boss. I cannot let it have any damage. So I dont carry it as there is no pocket for my towel.

Meera : ok ok sorry I understand

Chotu : You dont understand, when I say towel it is not even a towel like you wore today with white and soft this is very old even have holes. There are ladies who are nearby walking they can see everything through holes. So I finished the bath and came back here and I saw you call. 
Meera felt bad hearing this.

Chotu : Why you called didi

Meera : Oh sorry. sorry. Can I talk to you now?

Chotu : Yes didi, you can . But give me a second let me wear some clothes. I am talking to you in my towel only.

Meera felt shy hearing he is naked on the other side, also felt bad that a boy cannot even afford the towel. She waited for a minute.

Meera : chotu you done ?

Chotu : Ya madam , almost done almost

Meera : You take more time than a woman .

Chotu : Oh no no didi, my underwear has gone missing I was searching for that I couldnot find any so I wore my shorts anyway.

Meera : hmm ok. What you are going outside with underwear ?

Chotu : aah yes , I am not finding any. You know funny fact sometimes I dont even wear it to shop if it is not dry. I have even came to you home also like that you never noticed na..

Meera : no i didn't notice. 

Chotu : You also didn't wear today as it was wet na. same only.

Meera : Aah. Thats why I called you dont tell anyone what has happened today. Dont tell anyone what you saw. You understand rite. 

Chotu : hmmm

Meera : Please I beg you, please dont tell anyone.

Chotu : ok, I wont tell your name. 

Meera : no. no. no. Dont tell anyone anything. Please , I beg you.

Chotu thought for a moment and said

Chotu : didi I told you right , my friends consider me good for nothing. 

Meera : No no no. You cannot tell anyone. I beg you.

Chotu : I will not anyone for my didi then. But I have a condition.

[shaalu_re]

Meera gasped at his last line. She doenot know what his condition is going to be. Is he innocent or will he demand money from me. She was worried in her thoughts. Ajay pushed open the door of the flat at 8:45 pm. His shoulders were heavy. The whole day had been a waste. He had spent hours calling and meeting a few staff members from Shankar’s office, trying to offer cheap foreign tour packages for their company employees. He had smiled, shown brochures, and even given small discounts, but nobody showed real interest. No one gave him any useful information about Shankar or the company. His secret mission felt stuck.

He was exhausted, angry with himself, and the small tourism shop felt like a prison now. The moment he stepped inside, he saw Meera sitting on the sofa, completely lost in her phone. She was typing something. The flat was not as neat as usual. There were small footprints of mud on the floor near the door — probably from someone who had gone to the terrace and come back. Ajay’s frustration boiled over instantly.

“Meera!” he shouted. “What is this? You are sitting on the phone the whole day? I called you three times in the evening and you didn’t pick up! Do you know how much tension I have? The shop is not running, I am struggling like a nobody, and you are busy chatting on the phone like a careless girl!”
Meera jumped up, startled. “Ajay… I was just—”

“Shut up!” he cut her off. “Look at the floor! Full of dirt!You are becoming irresponsible day by day!”.  Meera’s eyes filled with tears. She quickly went to the kitchen and brought the food. Ajay sat on the dining chair, still fuming. When Meera bent down to serve the rice and fish curry on his plate, his elbow touched her hand and spoon has fell to the floor and some curry spashed to his shirt. She bent down to pick the spoon, her loose white T-shirt fell forward. Because she was not wearing a bra her big, heavy breasts hung down completely. The dark pink nipples were clearly visible, swaying gently like two ripe mangoes. The deep cleavage was fully on show.

Ajay’s eyes locked on them. His anger mixed with something else.

“Shameless slut!” he barked. “You are too careless I dont know what is in your mind these days and what do you think of me. YOu might be started to follow yout slutty mausi rit Is that what you want now?”

Meera straightened up, confused , did he get to know from Chotu or his friends, he hasnot kpet his word she though. She still did not fully understand why he was scolding her so much. “Ajay… what happened? Why are you scolding me like this? I was only helping Chotu with the water problem earlier… I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ajay stood up suddenly. He caught the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it up roughly till her boobs bounced out into the open air. He grabbed one full boob in his hand like he was plucking a mango from a tree — squeezing it hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“Look at these big hanging boobs!” he growled. “You are roaming without bra, nipples poking out, shameless, and you say you did nothing wrong? You want the whole world to see this? There was a low life boy on street bathing in a towel full of holes showing his dick and there were women staring him. Shameless people. You are also not different if given a chance you will bath full bare in that street with that shameless boy” . Ajay was not at all in his sense. He was eaten up by his frustration with the zero progress in his job.

Meera’s eyes welled up. She felt insulted and scared at the same time. Her gentle husband was turning rude and angry because of all the stress. But she loved him deeply. She knew he was struggling with the new shop and the loss of respect.She whispered, “I am sorry, Ajay… I love you. I will do whatever you tell me. I was just busy and forgot to wear the bra. I will be careful from now on.” 

Ajay’s anger was still high. “Sorry? the entire front door was not locked you were busy with your phone, you dint even notice I walked in. Carelessly replying forgot to wear bra . Why don’t you take this off also and walk around topless? Go and close the front door.!" She adjusted her tshirt hem and about to walk he barked again why to be shy now. When I say you dont follow me. I order you bitch go topless and close the door. He was not making complete sense. His words were coming out of pure frustration and exhaustion. He just wanted to vent everything.

Meera stood there for a second, eyes full of tears. She felt bad seeing her once-soft gentleman husband like this. She was scared too. But she did not want to argue. She simply caught the bottom of her T-shirt, pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion, and dropped it on the floor. Her big, beautiful boobs bounced free completely. The dark pink nipples were already hard from the sudden cool air and the tension.

She turned and walked slowly towards the front door, completely topless. Her round hips swayed inside the thin skirt. The light from the corridor outside was coming through the small gap in the door, making her wheatish skin glow softly. Her bare breasts jiggled with every step. She reached the door, closed it properly, and locked it. Ajay took a deep breath he felt what he is doing wrong. He saw her walking back towards Ajay, eyes welled up with tears, arms hanging by her sides, breasts fully exposed.

Ajay turned and froze. He had not expected her to actually do it. Seeing his innocent wife walking topless in their own house because of his angry words made him feel terrible. His anger melted instantly.
Meera came and stood right in front of him. Ajay was still sitting on the chair. She pulled his head gently and pressed his face between her soft, warm breasts. “It’s okay, Ajay,” she whispered. “I understand the trouble you are going through. You lost everything because of my family. I am ready to do anything to make you happy again.

Ajay hugged her tightly, his face buried between her heavy breasts. He could feel the softness and warmth on his cheeks. “I am sorry, Meera,” he said in a broken voice. “I should not have spoken like that. I am just very frustrated with the shop and everything.”
Meera stroked his hair. “Don’t worry. I am also looking for a job. I will help you. I got an interview call for tomorrow and I have applied for many more.”
Ajay looked up at her bare breasts and then at her face. “If it keeps you occupied, then look for a job. If you need anything, tell me.”
Meera smiled through her tears. “I have an interview tomorrow. What shall I wear?”
Ajay kissed the side of one breast softly. “Definitely not like this,” he said with a small tired smile.

They both went to the bedroom. Meera was still topless. Ajay was exhausted but the sight of his wife’s naked breasts and the emotional moment had stirred something in him. He pulled her close.
They started kissing slowly. Meera’s hands moved on his chest. She was already triggered by the whole day — the scolding, the humiliation, the obedience, and the love that followed. Her body was warm and ready.


Ajay removed his clothes. His cock was half-hard. He made Meera lie on the bed and came on top of her. He kissed her neck, then moved down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple hard, biting it lightly while squeezing the other breast roughly. Meera moaned softly, “Ajay… yes…”
But Ajay’s mind was not fully there. While sucking her breast, he was thinking, I should go and meet more staffs and offer some free trips and gain their trust.  He moved lower and licked her pussy. Meera’s legs opened wide. She was very wet. He pushed his tongue inside her, tasting her juices, but his brain was still running with mission thoughts.

Meera was moaning louder now. She held his head and pushed him deeper. “Ajay… fuck me… I am yours…”
Ajay came up, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed inside in one stroke. Meera gasped. He started thrusting slowly at first, then faster. Her breasts bounced with every stroke. He caught them and squeezed hard while pounding her. But even while fucking her, his mind was elsewhere. Like this I have to penetrate their inner circle and then fuck them up. 
Meera was in full pleasure. The whole day’s tension — the scolding, walking topless, the love — had made her very aroused. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. “Harder Ajay… use me… I will do anything for you…”
Ajay flipped her on all fours. He entered her from behind, holding her hips. He spanked her round ass lightly while thrusting deep. Meera’s breasts hung down and swung wildly. She was moaning loudly, pushing back against him.

He pulled out, made her sit on his lap facing him, and entered her again. Meera rode him fast, her breasts bouncing in front of his face. He sucked her nipples one by one while she moved up and down. Her pussy was gripping his cock tightly.
Meera came first, her whole body shaking. “Ajay… I am cumming… ahhh!”

Ajay thrust a few more times and pulled out. He came on her breasts and belly — thick white ropes landing on her smooth skin. Some even reached her chin.
They both lay down, breathing heavily. Meera curled up against him, her cum-covered breasts pressed on his chest. She felt satisfied and loved again. But Ajay was still thinking about tomorrow’s plan.

He kissed her forehead. “Sleep now. You have an interview tomorrow.”

Ajay turned to his side, facing away from her. Within two minutes, he was fast asleep. The exhaustion of the day — the failed meetings, the pressure of the secret mission, and the emotional outburst — had drained him completely. His mind, even in sleep, was still running with thoughts of Vikram’s farmhouse, Shankar’s office, and how to make progress.

But Meera could not sleep.
She lay there naked, the cool air from the fan making her wet skin feel cold. Ajay’s cum was slowly drying on her breasts and stomach. She could feel the sticky warmth on her nipple. Normally she would have gone to clean herself, but tonight she didn’t move. Her mind was too restless.
She kept thinking about Chotu.
“What will be his condition?” she wondered again and again. “He said he won’t tell anyone… but only on one condition. What does he want? Will he ask for money? Or… something else?”

The images from the day kept flashing in her mind. How she had come out in just a towel. How the towel had slipped. How she bent down braless in the thin white T-shirt, her heavy breasts hanging and swinging right in front of him. How clearly visible her dark nipples were. How he had seen her bare round ass when she ran to close the door.
She felt a strange mix of shame and nervousness. Her pussy was still slightly wet from the sex with Ajay, but now a new kind of heat was building inside her — the heat of uncertainty and secret excitement.

“Chotu is just a boy… like my younger brother,” she told herself. “He won’t ask for anything bad. But still… what if he asks me to show him again? What if he wants to see me without clothes properly next time?”

She turned to look at Ajay. He was sleeping deeply, snoring softly. She gently touched her own breast, feeling the dried cum on it. Her nipple hardened immediately under her fingers. She remembered how Ajay had grabbed her breast roughly while scolding her, how he had lifted her T-shirt and squeezed it like a mango. The memory made her pussy twitch.
But her main worry was Chotu.

She quietly picked up her phone from the bedside table and opened Telegram. No new message from him. She stared at their last conversation. His gentle but naughty words kept repeating in her head.

Meera’s cheeks burned. She pressed her thighs together. She was under huge pressure. What if Chotu suddenly demands something she cannot do? What if he tells someone in the building about how she was dressed today? What would Ajay think? He was already so frustrated and angry.
She typed a message but deleted it immediately. She didn’t want to message him first at night. It might look desperate.

She kept the phone down and lay back again. Her naked body was glowing slightly in the dim night lamp. Her full breasts rose and fell with her anxious breathing. The waist chain was still around her narrow waist. She gently touched her pussy lips with one finger — they were wet again. She rubbed slowly, thinking about the day. 

“Why is my life becoming like this?” she thought. “In the village I was so happy… now in this big city, delivery boys are seeing me almost naked, my husband is scolding me and using me roughly with no love, and I am lying here naked with his cum on my body… and still thinking about what a young boy might demand from me.”

Meera stayed awake for a long time. She kept imagining different possibilities of Chotu’s condition.
“Maybe he will ask me to send a money…”
“Maybe he will ask me to send a photo…”
“Maybe he will ask to see me in towel again…”
“Maybe he will ask something bolder…”
Each thought made her more restless and strangely aroused. She rubbed her thighs together again. Her pussy was aching. But she did not touch herself fully. She felt guilty for even thinking like this.

She wanted to think about something else. Then he remembered about Ajay telling about a shameless boy in a towel with holes. There were young ladies staring at him. Could that be chotu ? He also told about his bath in towel. He too said his towel had holes. Chotu saw me naked my ass and my deep cleavage, and my husband saw his private very strange world she thought. Then she remembered how Chotu might be feeling when there are people peeping at him. Atleast I am inside my bathroom the poor boy doesnot even have that. 

Finally, around 2:30 AM, tiredness overpowered her. She fell into a light, disturbed sleep — still completely naked, Ajay’s dried cum on her breasts


Meera slowly opened her eyes as the morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. Her body felt heavy and relaxed. She realized she was still completely naked. Ajay’s dried cum from last night was still faintly visible on her breasts and lower belly. The thin silver waist chain was the only thing she was wearing besides her mangalsutra.
She turned to her side, expecting to see Ajay, but the bed was empty. He had already left.
Meera sat up slowly. Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled with the movement. She stretched her arms, feeling the cool morning air on her bare skin. Her dark nipples were slightly hard because of the fan. She looked down at her body — completely exposed, breasts full and soft, pussy still a little sensitive from last night’s sex.

She picked up her phone from the bedside table. There was a message from Ajay sent at 6:20 AM.
Ajay: I left early for the shop. Have an important meeting today. All the best for your interview. Come back safely.
Meera smiled softly, but she also felt a little lonely. She then noticed a few messages from Chotu that had come late last night.
Chotu : Didi, sorry I got busy with friends and came home late. I forgot to reply properly. All the best for your interview tomorrow ? Go and kill it. You will definitely get the job.

Meera’s heart beat a little faster. She remembered she had asked him about his “condition” before sleeping. She quickly typed a reply.
Meera: Good morning Chotu. Thank you. I just woke up. About your condition… when will you tell me?

She sent it and waited. Within a minute Chotu replied. He was already awake.
Chotu: Good morning didi ? Wow, you woke up early today. I thought you would sleep till late after such a tiring day yesterday.
Meera blushed. She was still sitting naked on the bed while chatting with him.
Meera: Tell me about the condition please.
Chotu: Arre didi… first go and get ready for the interview. Wear something nice. Once you get the job and come back home safely, then I will tell you my condition. Deal?
Meera bit her lip. She felt both nervous and curious. May be he is not dangerous. 

Meera: Okay… but you promised you won’t tell anyone about yesterday.
Chotu: I already promised didi. I am a man of my word. Now stop worrying and go get ready. Wear a good salwar And don’t forget to smile in the interview. They will definitely select you. All the best didi ❤️

Meera kept staring at the last message. She was sitting completely naked on the bed, her big breasts exposed, legs slightly open, and she was chatting with Chotu — the same boy who had seen her almost naked yesterday.
A strange thought came to her mind:
“Yesterday when I called him, he was almost naked… and now he is messaging me wishing me luck… and right now I am sitting here fully naked talking to him again.”
The realization made her feel shy and tingly at the same time. She pressed her thighs together. Her pussy gave a small throb. She quickly shook her head.

“What am I thinking?” she scolded herself. “He is just a young boy. Like my younger brother.”
But she couldn’t deny the strange new feeling. In this big city, Chotu had become the only person she could talk to openly. Ajay was always busy and gloomy. Chotu made her feel seen, desired, and safe at the same time.
She finally got up from the bed. Her naked body was reflected in the mirror — full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and smooth thighs. She stood there for a few seconds, looking at herself.

She took a quick bath, came out from the bath and found one more message from Chotu whether she needs anything for interview. She replied no required I will get dressed and go now. Can you book me a auto for today.  Chotu replied yes.

Meera left the house at 9:145 AM, feeling both nervous and excited. She was wearing a simple light pink kurti with black leggings and a matching dupatta. The kurti was modest but clung slightly to her body because of the morning humidity. She had worn a pink bra underneath.
Chotu had arranged an auto for her. As she sat inside, she checked her phone. There was a message from Chotu.
Chotu: All the best didi! Kill the interview. 

She replied with a simple “Thank you” and kept the phone inside her bag.

The auto got stuck in heavy morning traffic because of some accident on road. Meera kept checking the time every minute. “Bhaiya, please go fast. I am getting late for an interview,” she pleaded. The auto driver tried his best, but the traffic was terrible. By the time she reached the office building, it was already 11:35 AM. She was supposed to be there by 11:00.

She quickly paid the driver and started running towards the entrance. By the time she reached the lift, she was breathing heavily. Her face, neck, and chest were covered in sweat. Small droplets were shining on her fair skin. Her hair had become messy, with a few strands sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Her pink kurti was slightly damp under the arms and on her back, making the fabric stick to her body.
She hurriedly pressed the button for the 9th floor where the junior accountant interview was supposed to be held. She was the only person in lift she was adjusting her face with the towel to clean her sweat from face. The lift opened and there was nobody and she quickly got out, but she has not realised she got out at the 7th floor instead.

When the lift door opened on the 7th floor, she saw a completely different scene. The waiting area was full of beautiful, modern-looking girls — tall, fair, wearing stylish dresses, perfect makeup, and high heels. They all looked like models. Meera felt out of place in her simple kurti and messy hair. She heard the security saying all interviews are over will update you guys you can leave. 

She went to the registration table. The security guard sitting there looked bored. When Meera gave her name, in hurry her elbow hit the pen stack on the table and that fell down. The girls over there laughed at the naive village girl who came for the interview. In hurry she dropped her folder that had CV as well. Papers scattered everywhere.

“Oh no…” she whispered and immediately bent down to pick them up.

As she bent, her kurti neckline fell forward completely. The security guard got a clear, long view of her heavy breasts packed inside the pink bra. Sweat was glistening on the upper curves of her boobs and in the deep valley of her cleavage. The guard’s eyes widened. He felt like hypnotized he didn't even check her name. He just stamped the form and let her in, his eyes still glued to her chest. What is there in a name when a full boobs are on display. 

Meera was the last candidate to enter the interview room.
Inside, Shankar was sitting at the head of the table with two other managers. He looked bored and tired. He had already interviewed 12 girls — all high-end, modern, stylish, and confident. Most of them were more interested in showing off their looks than their skills.
When Meera walked in, Shankar’s eyes lit up.

She looked completely different from the others. Cute, innocent face, big nervous eyes, slightly messy hair, sweaty glowing skin, and a simple pink kurti. There was a natural, homely beauty in her that the other girls didn’t have. She looked real and different.

As she sat down, the side of her kurti got stuck on the chair handle. When she pulled it free, the neckline shifted, and her pink bra strap became clearly visible on her shoulder. Shankar noticed it immediately.
He smiled.


Shankar looked at her CV. 

“Meera, right?” he asked in a friendly voice.
“Yes sir,” she replied nervously.


She has a qualification of an accountant and she is applying for a private secretary , strange he thought. . But he didn’t care. He was looking for someone beautiful to keep around him as his personal assistant. Meera’s innocent face and accounting background were perfect.

He asked her a few basic questions about accounts, taxation, and bookkeeping. At first, Meera was scared because of the rich ambience and all the beautiful girls outside. But once she started answering, her confidence came back. She answered every question properly and intelligently. Shankar was impressed.
After 10 minutes, he smiled and said, “Meera, you are selected. You will be my Personal Assistant. Salary will be 60,000 per month to start with.”

Meera was shocked. She was expecting only 15,000–18,000 for a junior accountant role. This was almost three times more.
“Sir… really?” she asked, unable to believe it.
“Yes. You can join from tomorrow. Welcome to the company,” Shankar said. Same time the HR has messaged him sir did you find anyone. HR was a lady Mamta she wanted to close this somehow. He messaged yes “Selected — Girl with pink bra strap.” Mamta wondered did he make the girl strip at interview. Oh god will there be any harassment cases also. Shankar sent her Meera profile, Mamta looked at it hmm the pink bra girl.

Meera came out of the room feeling like she was dreaming. She was sweating even more now, but this time from happiness and nervousness.
On her way back in the auto, her phone vibrated. It was Chotu.
Chotu: Didi, how was the interview? Got selected?
Meera smiled and replied: Yes! I got the job. And the salary is very good.
Chotu: Congratulations didi!

Meera looked at her phone there was not a single message from Ajay . She felt special to know somebody was keep messaging her.

[Priyaram]

Good story bro..keep up the good work

[shaalu_re]

Meera reached home at around 12:40 pm, still unable to believe what had just happened. She had gone for a simple junior accountant interview and had come back with a Personal Assistant job at almost three times the expected salary. A big smile was stuck on her face as she climbed the stairs to the fourth floor.
The moment she entered the flat and locked the door, she let out a happy sigh. “Finally! I got it!”
She was feeling hot and sticky from the humidity and the rush. Without wasting time, she went straight to the bedroom. She stood in front of the mirror and started changing. She first removed her dupatta, then caught the bottom of her pink kurti and pulled it up over her head in one go. Her breasts, still covered in the pink bra, bounced freely as the kurti came off. She stood there in just her pink bra and black leggings. The bra was slightly damp with sweat, making the fabric cling to her full round breasts. The shape of her nipples was faintly visible through the cups.
She was looking at her happy face in mirror, still smiling she was happy after a long time, then her phone rang.
It was Chotu.
Meera’s smile grew wider. She quickly picked up the call.
“Hello Chotu!”
“Didi! Congratulations!” Chotu’s excited voice came. “I knew you would get the job. How was the interview? Tell me everything!”
Meera laughed happily and sat on the edge of the bed, still in just her bra and leggings. “It was crazy, Chotu. I reached very late because of traffic. I even went to the wrong floor first. But somehow I got selected. And the salary is so good!”
“Wow didi! I am so happy for you,” Chotu said warmly. “Now you have to give me a treat okay?”
Meera giggled. “Definitely! I will give you a big treat. You helped me so much yesterday with the water and everything.”
They talked for a few minutes. Meera was genuinely happy that Chotu had called. He sounded so excited for her, unlike anyone else.
Suddenly Chotu said, “Didi, customers are coming. I will call you later.” And he disconnected.
Almost immediately, Ajay’s call came.
Meera picked up quickly. “Hello Ajay!”
“You reached home safely?” Ajay asked in a tired voice.
“Yes, just now. Ajay, I got the job! And the salary is really good. You won’t believe what happened in the interview—”
“That’s nice,” Ajay cut her off. “I am in a meeting right now. Talk to you later.” And he disconnected before she could say anything more.
Meera stared at the phone. Her excitement faded. She had so much to tell him — how she reached late, how nervous she was, how she still got selected with a high salary. But he didn’t even ask for details. She felt disheartened. She sat on the bed quietly, her bare shoulders slumped.
Just then her phone vibrated again. It was Chotu on Telegram.
Chotu: Didi, sorry I had to cut the call. Customers came. Congratulations once again! ?
He sent a selfie — sitting alone in his small shop, smiling brightly with a thumbs up.
Meera smiled again. She replied:
Meera: Thank you Chotu. You are the first person who actually feels happy for me.
Chotu: Of course didi. Now tell me… you remember my condition for keeping your secret?
Meera’s heart skipped. Her happiness paused for a second. She was still sitting on the bed wearing only her pink bra and leggings.
Chotu: You there?
Meera: Yes. What do you want?

Chotu started typing. Meera waited nervously.
Chotu: Didi, I told you na… my friends always make fun of me. They call me good-for-nothing and fool. I want to change that image.
Meera: Hmm… what can I do?

Chotu: Can you come to my shop once and tell infront of my friends that I helped you prepare for the interview? Just thank me in front of them. The question I said came for the interview. That’s all.
Meera read the message twice and suddenly burst out laughing in her room. She had been imagining all kinds of dirty or difficult demands — and this was it? Something so simple and innocent?
She replied while still laughing:
Meera: That’s it? This is your big condition?
Chotu: Yes didi. Please. They always tease me. If you say I helped you, they will stop calling me useless.
Meera couldn’t stop smiling. She forgot to respond to him.
Chotu : Please consider it as a dare not blackmale
Meera : Its not blackmale it is blackmail
Meera read the message and burst out laughing loudly in the empty room.  This is his big dangerous condition? ? I was so scared!

Chotu: Yes didi. Please. They keep making fun of me. If a beautiful didi like you comes and thanks me, they will stop teasing me.
She teased him:
Meera: You are such a fool Chotu. I thought you were going to ask something else.
Chotu: Something else like what? ?
Meera blushed again but didn’t reply.
Chotu: Please didi… don’t tease me. Just come once. They usually come around 5:30 pm.
Meera: Okay okay. I will come at 5:30. Anything else?
Chotu: No no… that’s all.
Meera: Are you sure? You don’t want me to do anything else? Like touching your feer and taking your blessing ?
Chotu understood she is teasing him.
Meera couldn’t help smiling. She shook her head and replied:
Meera: Okay okay. I will come to your shop at 5:30. Anything else?

Chotu: One more small thing…
Meera: What?
Chotu: Please wear a bra this time ? I don’t want my friends to get heart attack like I did yesterday.
Meera laughed again and typed: I cant handle another blackmail so I will wear.

She threw the phone on the bed, still laughing. She felt light and happy after a long time. Chotu’s innocent yet naughty teasing had completely lifted her mood.

Chotu was also happy she wasnot offended with his bra remark at the end.

In the evening, around 5:20 pm, Meera changed into a simple sky-blue kurti and black leggings. She looked fresh and beautiful after her shower. She dbangd a light dupatta and left the house. She told herself she was just going to buy milk, but deep down she knew she was going to fulfil Chotu’s small request.
When she reached the small grocery shop, Chotu was busy arranging packets on the shelf. His three friends were sitting on plastic chairs outside, chatting and laughing. Meera walked in casually and asked the owner for a packet of milk and some bread.
While the owner was packing, Meera acted as if she had just noticed Chotu.
“Oh! Chotu, you are here?” she said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
Chotu turned around, surprised. His face lit up.
Meera smiled sweetly and continued in a clear voice, “I was looking for you. I got the job today! Thank you so much for your help. Those tips you gave me about interview questions and how to talk confidently really worked. I think they selected me because of that. You are such a smart boy.”
Chotu’s face turned pink with happiness. His friends, who were sitting outside, froze with their mouths open. The same Chotu they always teased as useless and foolish had just been publicly thanked by a beautiful, well-dressed woman for helping her get a job.
Meera gave him one last warm smile and left the shop.
As she walked back home, she was laughing inside. “He is such a simple fool,” she thought. “His condition was so innocent.”
The moment she reached home and locked the door, her phone started buzzing with messages from Chotu.
Chotu: Didi!!! Thank you so much!!! You don’t know what you did today. My friends are shocked. They are treating me like a hero now.
Chotu: They are asking me how I know you. I told them you are my regular customer and I helped you with some interview doubts.
Chotu: Didi you are the best. I can’t thank you enough.
Meera sat on the bed smiling and blushing while reading all the messages. She could feel how over the moon he was.

Meera: I’m glad it worked. You are a good boy Chotu. Don’t let anyone call you useless again.
Chotu: Never didi. All because of you. Now my secret is safe with me forever.
Meera: Good. And about that incident… just forget it completely. It never happened.
Chotu: Which incident didi? ? I have seen nothing.
Meera : really ?

Chotu : no actually I have seen your boobs when you bent down. 
Meera : You fool. I told you to forget that .
Chotu : Ok .sorry.

Meera : hmm. what is your plan now 
Chotu : Need to take a bath now.The ladies who use the tap have already gone.

There was a small pause. Then Meera remembered something Ajay had told her yesterday in anger about boys bathing shamelessly and some you girls peeping.

Meera: Where do you bathe?
Chotu: Same common tap behind the building didi.
Meera: What do you wear while bathing?
Chotu: Normal towel only. I am not going to a party ?
Meera: Is that towel torn?
Chotu: A little bit… why are you asking didi?
Meera: Do you wear underwear inside?
Chotu: Underwear? No… just towel. Why?

Meera felt a strange protective feeling, like a real elder sister.

Meera: Chotu… listen to me carefully. From today, I want you to wear proper underwear under the towel when you bathe.

Chotu : what ? who wears u during bath. Do you wear underwear in bath.
Meera : its not like that. Lets say this is my dare for making me come to your store and praising you infront of friends, now this is my dare for you. Wear a brief under the towel
Chotu : Dare ? huh. Okay 

A minute later, Chotu sent a selfie. He was standing in front of a cracked mirror, wearing a white towel tied low on his waist. The black elastic of his brief was clearly visible above the towel.
Chotu: See didi… I wore it properly. Dare completed? ?
Meera felt a sudden shyness seeing the photo. The towel was hanging dangerously low, showing his flat stomach and the brief line. She quickly looked away but couldn’t stop a small smile.
Meera: Okay… good. Now go take your bath properly. We’ll talk later.
Chotu: Yes didi. Good night ?
Meera kept the phone aside and lay down on the bed, still smiling. She shook her head gently.
“Such a simple boy,” she whispered to herself.
But somewhere deep inside, she was starting to enjoy this little secret bond with Chotu

[shaalu_re]

Ajay reached home at 9:45 pm. His shoulders were slumped, eyes tired, and steps heavy. The entire day had been a complete disaster.
He had woken up at 5:30 AM and gone early to meet a mid-level officer who worked in Shankar’s company. He waited outside the man’s house for almost four hours. When he finally met him in the evening, Ajay gave his best business pitch — offering attractive foreign tour packages for the company staff at very low rates.
But the officer just shook his head.
“Ajay, this plan will not work. We already have a vacation planner who gives us much better deals. Even if you reduce your price, I don’t think my boss will agree. Please don’t come this way again.”
Those words kept ringing in Ajay’s head. He felt completely defeated. All his hopes of infiltrating Shankar’s office through the tourism shop were shattered. On the way back, he felt so low that he stopped at a small bar and had two large pegs of whiskey. He rarely drank, but today he needed something to dull the pain of failure.
When he inserted the key into the door, he had already decided — tonight he would tell Meera the truth. They should go back to their native place. The mission had failed. There was no point staying here anymore.
But the moment he opened the door, he saw Meera standing there with a bright, glowing face. She was wearing his favourite loose white T-shirt and blue skirt. She looked genuinely happy.
She ran to him and hugged him tightly. “You came! I was waiting for you.”
Ajay could smell the faint alcohol on his breath, but Meera didn’t say anything. She understood how much pressure he was under with the new shop. She just held him tighter.
Ajay remembered that today was her interview day. He didn’t want to kill her happiness with his failure. He forced a small smile.
“How was your interview?” he asked.
Meera’s face lit up like a thousand watts. She pulled him inside excitedly.
“Ajay, you won’t believe what happened! I reached late because of traffic. I even went to the wrong floor first! There were so many beautiful, modern girls there. I felt so out of place… but still, I got selected!”
She was jumping with joy while telling him everything.
“And guess what? I am not a junior accountant. I got selected as Personal Assistant to the owner — Mr. Shankar! The salary is 60,000 rupees per month!”

“Shankar?” he asked slowly.
“Yes! Blue Blooming Clothings. It’s their new company. I will be working directly under Shankar sir.”
Ajay’s eyes suddenly twinkled. His drunk, tired mind became sharp in an instant.
Blue Blooming Clothings… subsidiary of ZALIDUS Corp.
He knew this name very well from Raghav’s files. ZALIDUS Corp was one of the front companies used by Vikram for his hawala and betting operations. Shankar was the director of Blue Blooming.
Ajay felt a sudden rush of hope.
He pulled Meera into a tight hug, hiding his face in her neck so she wouldn’t see the change in his expression. Meera thought he was happy for her success and hugged him back even tighter, pressing her soft breasts against his chest.
“I am so proud of you,” Ajay whispered, even though his mind was racing with new plans.
If Meera is working directly under Shankar… she will have access to files, meetings, parties, maybe even Vikram’s farmhouse events… This is the opening I needed!
Meera pulled back, still excited. “You know, when I told them I applied for junior accountant, they still gave me this big position. I think they liked me.”
Ajay nodded, forcing a smile. “Yes… they must have seen how good you are.”
He didn’t tell her anything about his disappointment or the failed meeting. He also didn’t mention that her new boss was the same person he was trying to trap.
That night, while Meera slept peacefully with a happy smile on her face, Ajay lay awake staring at the ceiling. His mission, which felt completely dead just a few hours ago, had suddenly found a new lifeline.
And that lifeline was his own innocent, beautiful wife.

[shaalu_re]

Ajay woke up early the next morning at 6:15 AM. For the first time in many days, there was a spark in his eyes. The discovery that Meera was now working directly under Shankar had given him fresh hope. He quietly got up, made tea, and prepared breakfast — upma and coconut chutney, Meera’s favourite.
When Meera woke up, she found Ajay already dressed and looking much more cheerful than usual.
“Good morning,” he said with a small smile . “I made breakfast for you.”
Meera was happy. “You look better today,” she said softly.
“I have an important meeting. Need to leave early,” Ajay replied. He kept some cash on the table. “Here, take this. Go shopping today. Buy some new clothes for your office. You should look good.”
Meera felt touched. She hugged him. “Thank you, Ajay.” But she felt sad as he left quickly.
Ajay left soon after, saying he had to meet someone important. In reality, he was going to meet his boss Raghav secretly near the tea stall to discuss the new development — that his wife was now inside Shankar’s company.
Meera finished breakfast, got ready, and decided to go shopping. She wore a simple yellow kurti and leggings. While walking towards the auto stand, she saw Chotu at his grocery shop. He looked up and gave her a big, bright smile. Meera smiled back shyly and continued walking.
She sat in the auto and checked her phone. There was a good morning message from Chotu sent at 7 AM.
Chotu: Good morning didi ? Have a nice day.
Meera replied: Good morning Chotu. I am going shopping now.
Chotu: Shopping? Nice! Buy something good.
After some time, another message came.
Chotu: Didi… you gave me a very difficult dare yesterday.
Meera frowned, thinking what she had done wrong. She sent a question mark.
Chotu: Not yesterday… today morning. Because I wore underwear under the towel while bathing as you said, now my only underwear is wet. I don’t have any dry one. I came to the shop like this only.
Meera burst out laughing inside the auto. She could imagine the poor boy’s situation.
Meera: Sorry Chotu ? I didn’t think about that.
She reached the shopping mall and went to the ladies’ section. She picked a few kurtis and went into the changing room. While trying on a maroon kurti, she took a selfie in the mirror and sent it to Ajay.
No reply. She was confused whether to buy or not. Ajay is not responding either. She needed a second opinion she she decided to ask Chotu.
Then she sent the same photo to Chotu with the message: How is this?
Chotu: Wow didi! You look super beautiful in this. Perfect.
Meera: Really? Should I buy it?
Chotu: Yes! You look good in any dress didi…
Meera was glad to hear she decided to tease him: I look good only in that dress
Chotu: I mean even without  dress you are beautiful ?
Meera’s eyes widened. She replied quickly.
Meera: What???
Chotu: Sorry didi! I meant you look good in any dress. 
Meera : hmmm
Chotu : I definitely not referring to our secret.
Meera : Dont remember the secret. You didn't see anything remember that.

Meera couldn’t help smiling. His naughty teasing was becoming bolder, but she felt strangely safe with him. She liked this light banter.
She bought three kurtis and then remembered Chotu’s situation. She went to the men’s innerwear section.
The salesman asked, “Which size, madam?”
Meera had no idea. She felt awkward. “It’s for my younger brother. He has a similar waistline to me… maybe slightly smaller.”
The salesman looked at Meera’s curvy hips and waist for a second, then nodded and brought a few packets of briefs. Meera blushed deeply but bought 6 pairs for Chotu.

Chapter 4.9.6: Innocent Mischief
Meera reached home around 2:30 pm, carrying three big shopping bags. She felt tired but happy. As soon as she kept the bags down, she messaged Chotu.
Meera: Chotu, can you bring some vegetables? I need ladyfinger, tomatoes, and potatoes.
Within ten minutes, Chotu knocked on the door. When Meera opened it, she noticed he was unusually shy today. He was looking down, his ears slightly red.
“What happened, Chotu?” she asked, smiling. “Why are you so quiet today?”
Chotu scratched his head and mumbled, “Nothing didi…”
He kept the vegetables on the kitchen counter. Meera noticed he was avoiding eye contact.
She tried to make him comfortable. “Look, I bought some new kurtis today. See this one,” she said, showing him a beautiful maroon kurti.
Chotu looked at it and said softly, “It looks very nice on you didi… you will look beautiful in it.”
Then he added hesitantly, “But didi… your dare was very humiliating today.”
Meera felt bad immediately. “Why? What happened?”
Chotu blushed deeply. “There were a few college girls who came to buy snacks. I was standing there in just one underwear under the towel… I felt so shy. They were giggling and looking at me. I wanted to run away.”
Meera’s heart melted. “Oh Chotu… I am so sorry. I didn’t think it would be that bad. I was just trying to protect you.”
Chotu gave a small smile. “It’s okay didi. But next time I will give you a bigger dare.”
Meera raised her eyebrows playfully. “Next dare? Why?”
“Because you gave me a dare, so I have to return it, na? That’s the rule,” he said innocently.
Meera laughed at his logic. “Okay baba, I agree. But don’t make it too difficult.”
She remembered the packets she had bought for him. “Wait… I bought something for you.”
Chotu’s eyes widened in surprise. “For me?”
“Yes. Go inside the bedroom. It’s on the bed. Go and wear it.”
Chotu could not believe it. No one had ever bought anything for him before. He went inside the bedroom excitedly.
On the bed, he saw Meera’s new kurtis, a few bra covers, and two packets of new panties. His eyes fell on the packets of briefs she had bought for him.He quickly removed his old wet underwear and wore one of the new black briefs.

Without thinking, he walked out of the bedroom wearing only the new black brief.
Meera, who was arranging vegetables in the kitchen, turned around and froze.
Chotu was standing in front of her wearing nothing but the tight black underwear. The brief was snug on his body, clearly showing the outline of his penis.
Meera’s eyes went wide. “Chotu! What are you doing?!”
Chotu looked confused. “But didi… you told me to wear it na?”
Meera panicked and turned her face away. “No no no! You fool!”
Chotu : I am sorry I thought you bought this for me and  he started pulling down the brief right there.

Meera :“No no no! I meant wear it inside your shorts and then come out! You fool!”

Chotu realized his mistake. “Ohh… sorry didi!”
  For a split second, the tip of his penis became visible before he turned around and ran back into the bedroom.
Meera stood there shocked, her hand covering her mouth. But the innocence of the whole situation hit her and she burst out laughing loudly. She couldn’t stop.
Chotu came back wearing his shorts over the new brief, looking embarrassed.
Meera was still laughing. “You are really a big fool, Chotu! How can you come out like that?”
Chotu scratched his head, smiling shyly. “I thought you told me to wear it and show…like you showed your new kurti”

Meera shook her head, still giggling. “Go now… and thank you for coming. And sorry again for the morning dare.”
Chotu smiled brightly. “It’s okay didi. I am happy you bought something for me. No one has ever done that.”

[shaalu_re]

Ajay left home telling Meera he had an urgent meeting. He rode straight to the small, quiet tea stall on the outskirts where Raghav was already waiting.

Raghav sat in the corner, casually reading a newspaper. Ajay ordered a cutting chai and sat beside him without any formal greeting.
After a minute of silence, Raghav spoke in a low, steady voice, still looking at the paper.
“You sounded excited last night. What happened?”
Ajay took a slow sip of tea and replied quietly, “Sir, I have an insider now.”
Raghav’s eyes sharpened. He folded the newspaper slightly.
“Inside where?”
“Inside Shankar’s company.”
Raghav leaned back slightly, surprised but composed. “How did you manage that?”
“I didn’t,” Ajay said honestly. “It happened naturally. I lured somebody who is workign there.” he lied. 
Raghav remained silent for a few seconds, processing the information.
“This is big,” he finally said. “But is this insider reliable?”
Ajay nodded. “Completely reliable. But… they are not trained at all. Very innocent and naive. No field experience.”
Raghav exhaled slowly. “That makes it both good and dangerous. An untrained asset can be a liability if not handled properly.”
He looked directly at Ajay for the first time.
“Can you guide this person without raising suspicion?”
“I can,” Ajay said firmly. “I will be very careful. I’ll ask for small things slowly — office gossip, meeting schedules, important visitors. Nothing direct in the beginning.”
Raghav slid a small pen drive under the newspaper towards Ajay.
“Latest updates on Vikram’s network are in here. Study them. Also, there’s a new emergency number. Use it only if things go wrong.”
He paused, then gave a serious warning:
“Ajay, listen to me carefully. Do not push this insider too hard. If Shankar or Vikram gets even a hint of suspicion, they won’t hesitate to eliminate anyone. Train your source slowly. Be patient.”
Ajay nodded, his face serious. “I understand, sir.”

[shaalu_re]

Later that evening, while Meera was folding clothes, her phone vibrated. It was Chotu on Telegram.
Chotu: Didi… thank you so much for today. My friends are still talking about how a beautiful didi came and thanked me publicly. I feel so happy ?
Meera smiled and replied:
Meera: You deserved it, Chotu. You really helped me.
There was a small pause. Then Chotu sent another message.
Chotu: Didi… actually my real name is Mahesh. Nobody calls me that. Everyone just calls me Chotu because I am small and thin. Sometimes I feel sad when people don’t even know my real name.
Meera’s heart ached. She felt genuinely sad for him.
Meera: Mahesh is a very nice name. From now on, I will call you Mahesh only.
Chotu: No didi… please don’t. You calling me Chotu feels special. It makes me feel like someone cares. But sometimes I get very sad when people laugh at my name.

Meera could sense he was emotional today. She tried to cheer him up.
Meera: Don’t say that Chotu. You are not useless at all. You helped me so much yesterday with the water problem. You arranged auto for my interview. You are a very good boy. I am lucky to have a friend like you in this new city.!
She sent a few funny jokes and memes, but Chotu’s replies were still short and emotional.
Chotu didn’t reply for almost two minutes. Meera waited, worried.
Chotu: Didi… yesterday you gave me that dare to wear underwear under towel. Because of that, today I had no dry underwear. I had to come to the shop without anything inside. It was very humiliating. I had came to store without underwear before also but this time somebody made me do it. And those girls were laughing at me . The way they called Chotu I feel insulted. 
Chotu: Didi… today when those college girls came to the shop, they were laughing at me because I was feeling uncomfortable. They don’t know my real name either. Everyone just calls me Chotu and treats me like a kid or a fool

Meera’s heart melted completely. She could sense he was very emotional today.
Meera: Chotu… please don’t feel sad. Those girls don’t know what a nice person you are. You are kind, helpful, and you care for people. That is more important than any name.

Chotu: But didi… I feel so small sometimes. Nobody ever buys anything for me. Nobody ever thanks me. Yesterday when you came and thanked me in front of everyone… I felt like crying with happiness.

Meera: I am really sorry Chotu. I didn’t think that dare would cause you this muchtrouble. I was just trying to help you.
Chotu: I thought it was your master plan to humiliate me like my friends do.
Meera: No! Never. I would never do that to you.

Meera’s eyes softened. She wanted to hug the poor boy.

Meera: Aww Chotu… don’t cry. I am always here for you. You are like my younger brother. Whenever you feel sad, just message me. I will always talk to you.
Chotu sent a sad emoji.
Chotu: Thank you didi. You are the only one who talks to me like this.

Meera tried to cheer him up.
Meera: Okay, stop being sad now. Tell me… what can I do to make you happy? I will do anything.

Chotu : no didi. leave it.

Meera : no you ask me please.

Chotu: No didi… I don’t want to trouble you.
Meera: Arre, you are not troubling me. I want to do something for you. Please give me a dare. Make it big if you want. I can handle it.

Chotu hesitated for a long time. Meera waited patiently, typing again.
Meera: Chotu… please. I feel bad that I made you feel humiliated today. Give me any dare you want. I promise I will do it as it is.
After almost a minute, Chotu finally replied.


Chotu: My dare is… tomorrow morning, before going to your office, wear Ajay sir’s formal shirt and pant. And send me one full photo before you leave home

Meera read the message twice. She was expecting something much bolder. This felt surprisingly simple and innocent.
Meera: That’s it? Just wear Ajay’s formal clothes and send a photo?
Chotu: Yes didi. That’s all.
Meera felt a strange mix of relief and guilt. She had made him go through real embarrassment today, and his return dare was so small and harmless in comparison.
Meera: Chotu… are you sure this is all you want? I thought you would ask for something bigger. I feel like I troubled you a lot today, and this dare feels too small.
Chotu: No didi… this is enough for me. My dare is that only just wear Ajay sir's shirt and pant.

Meera: Okay… I will wear it tomorrow and send you the photo. Happy now?
Chotu: Yes didi. Thank you so much. You are the best person in my life.
Meera kept the phone aside and lay back on the bed. She looked towards Ajay’s cupboard where his formal shirts and pants were hanging neatly.

But somewhere deep inside, the thought of wearing her husband’s formal office clothes and sending the photo to Chotu gave her a strange, forbidden thrill.
The innocent game between them was slowly becoming more personal… and Meera was starting to enjoy the gentle pull.


Meera was still sitting on the bed, smiling softly at Chotu’s last message when she suddenly remembered something. She got up and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. When she opened the masala box, she realized there was no chilly powder left.
“Oh no…” she muttered.
She quickly picked up her phone and messaged Chotu.
Meera: Chotu, can you bring one packet of chilly powder? I completely forgot.
Chotu: Okay didi, I’ll bring it in 5 minutes.
Meera kept the phone down. A naughty little thought entered her mind. She remembered how emotional and hurt Chotu had sounded earlier. She had given him a humiliating dare in the morning, and his return dare was so small and innocent. She felt a wave of guilt.
“He is such a silly, innocent boy,” she thought. “Everyone teases him. He has nobody to care for him. I should do something nice for him right now.”

She looked at Ajay’s cupboard. His formal shirts and pants were hanging neatly. Without thinking too much, she decided to give him the dare immediately instead of waiting for tomorrow.
She quickly removed her sky-blue kurti and black leggings. She stood in front of the mirror wearing only her pink bra and matching pink polka-dotted panty. Her full breasts looked soft and heavy in the bra, her waist narrow, and her hips curved beautifully. She felt a small shiver of excitement.

She took out one of Ajay’s white formal shirts and slipped it on. It was way too big for her. The shoulders were loose, the sleeves hung down to her elbows, and the hem reached almost to her mid-thighs. She left the top three buttons open, so a deep valley of her cleavage and the pink bra were clearly visible. Then she picked up a pair of Ajay’s black formal pants. They were extremely loose on her slim waist. She struggled to tie the belt as tight as possible, but the pants still sat low on her hips. The fabric bunched up around her legs.
She looked at herself in the mirror and giggled. She looked ridiculous — a beautiful woman drowning in oversized men’s formal clothes. The shirt hung loosely on her chest, and the pants kept slipping down slightly. She could feel the cool air on her thighs.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Meera’s heart jumped. She quickly walked to the door, the loose pants swaying around her legs. She opened it slightly.
Chotu was standing there with the packet of chilly powder, looking completely normal.
“Come inside, Chotu,” she said, stepping back.
Chotu walked in casually and closed the door behind him. The moment he turned and saw Meera, his eyes went wide.
Meera was standing in the middle of the living room wearing Ajay’s oversized white formal shirt and black formal pants. The shirt was so big that it dbangd over her breasts like a tent, the gap between buttons showing a generous amount of her pink bra and deep cleavage. The pants were ridiculously loose, tied at the waist but still hanging low on her hips, making the fabric bunch around her thighs.
Chotu burst out laughing uncontrollably.

“Hahaha… Didi! What is this? You look so funny!”
Meera blushed but smiled. “You asked for it, right? You wanted me to wear Ajay sir’s formal shirt and pant. So I wore it now itself.”
Chotu was still laughing hard, holding his stomach. “But didi, I said tomorrow! Not today! You broke the rule haha!”
Meera playfully snatched the chilly powder packet from his hand and turned towards the kitchen. “You are such a fool. I was trying to make you happy right now.”
As she turned and took a step, the loosely tied pants suddenly slipped down her hips. The knot she had made came undone. The heavy black pants dropped straight to the floor in one smooth motion, pooling around her ankles.

For a split second, her pink polka-dotted panty-clad ass was fully exposed to Chotu. The thin fabric of the panty hugged her round, soft buttocks perfectly, the polka dots looking cute and naughty at the same time. The shirt hem barely covered the top part of her ass.
Meera gasped and tried to run towards the kitchen in panic, but the pants were tangled around her feet. She stumbled and fell forward.
She landed on her hands and knees on the floor with a soft thud. The fall made the shirt ride up her back completely. Her entire pink panty-clad ass was now fully visible to Chotu — round, fair, and perfectly shaped. The polka-dotted panty had ridden slightly between her cheeks, giving a clear view of her soft curves.
Chotu’s laughter stopped instantly. His eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful sight in front of him.
Meera’s face burned with extreme shyness. She tried to get up quickly, but her legs were still trapped in the fallen pants. She struggled, her ass jiggling slightly with the movement.
Chotu finally snapped out of his shock and rushed forward to help her.
“Didi… careful!” he said, bending down and holding her arm to lift her up.
As he helped her stand, the pants were still around her ankles. For a few more seconds, her pink panty-covered ass remained completely exposed. Chotu’s eyes couldn’t help but glance at it. Meera quickly tried to cover her panty area with the chilly powder packet in her hand, but it was too small to hide anything.

Chotu said you will make the chillu powder packet to break and it will get into some unwanted areas.


Chotu was trying hard not to laugh again, but a small chuckle escaped

“You fool! Get lost now! Go away!”

Chotu grinned, still blushing. “Sorry didi… I didn’t expect this.”
He quickly walked out and closed the door behind him.
Meera stood there for a few seconds, her heart pounding. She looked down at herself — wearing only Ajay’s oversized white shirt, her pink panty visible below the hem. The whole incident replayed in her mind and she suddenly started laughing loudly.
Later that night, after she had changed back into her normal home clothes, her phone buzzed with messages from Chotu.
Chotu: Didi… I’m still laughing. You looked so cute and funny today.
Meera: You are a very bad boy. You made me fall like that.
Chotu: I didn’t do anything! You tied the pant too loose ?, But the dare is still pending tomorrow.
Meera : what ? I wore as you said. 

Chotu: I said tomorrow not today. Rules are rules.

Meera: this is foul. 

Chotu: But thank you didi… you really did attempted my dare today itself.

Meera: You saw everything . You will be happy now.

Chotu: I didn’t see anything didi… I closed my eyes ? . You have to do the dare again.

Meera smiled and shook her head.
Meera: Liar.

Ajay came home very late that night serious as ususal, looking tired . Meera didn’t tell him anything about the incident with Chotu. She simply served him dinner and sat with him quietly.

[shaalu_re]

I have a vision for her, but I’m curious...I know everyone reads a little differently how do you visualize Meera. If you had to pick one outfit for her to wear for her first day in office in the next update, what would it be?