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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.

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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.

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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.

[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.

[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?

[shaalu_re]

Meera reached the office building at 9:20 AM on her first official working day. She was wearing a soft peach kurti with white leggings and a matching dupatta. Her heart was beating fast with nervousness as she stepped out of the lift on the 7th floor.
The office of Blue Blooming Clothings was modern and spacious. The reception area had large glass walls and elegant lighting. On the walls were big, stylish posters and catalogs of women wearing beautiful ethnic wear, fusion dresses, and modern office outfits. The models looked confident and glamorous. Meera felt a little intimidated by the sophisticated atmosphere compared to her old mill job.
The receptionist welcomed her warmly and guided her to Shankar’s cabin.
Shankar was already at his desk, looking sharp in a light blue shirt. He smiled brightly when he saw her.
“Good morning, Meera! Welcome to the team. Come, sit.”
He spent the first hour giving her a proper introduction to the company. Blue Blooming was a growing garments company dealing in women’s ethnic wear, western formals, and casuals. They were also developing a new brand called ANAAVARAN, which Shankar said would be her main focus along with him.
“You will be assisting me directly,” he explained patiently. “You’ll handle my schedule, important files, client follow-ups, and some accounting work related to the ANAAVARAN brand. Don’t hesitate to ask me anything if you don’t understand.”
Meera nodded, feeling both excited and a little overwhelmed.
Shankar then took her on a tour of the office. The workspace was open-plan with sleek desks and glass partitions. There were around 30 employees — mostly young, well-dressed men and women. The walls were decorated with large catalogs and posters of elegant, modern women in stylish clothes. Meera noticed how confident and fashionable everyone looked. She felt a bit simple in her traditional kurti, but people were polite.
Shankar introduced her to a few key people.
First was Navya, a bubbly girl in her late 20s wearing a smart casual top and jeans. She immediately took a liking to Meera.
“Welcome! Finally someone sweet and normal here,” Navya said with a warm hug. “I’ll help you settle in. Don’t worry about anything.”
Then came Ajmal, the senior operations manager. He was sharp, well-dressed, and gave Meera a quick, appraising look before nodding.
“Welcome,” he said briefly and went back to his work.
Meera was given a small, neat cabin right next to Shankar’s. She spent the morning learning the company software, organizing files, and understanding basic processes. The work was not very difficult for her because of her accounting background from the mill. 
At lunchtime, Navya took her to the pantry.
“You’ll get used to it soon,” Navya said while having tea. “Shankar sir is nice but he expects perfection. Just be sincere in your work.”
The afternoon passed quickly. Meera helped Shankar prepare some reports for the ANAAVARAN brand. She only got a general idea — it was a new line they were launching, and she would be assisting closely with Shankar on it. No one explained the details on her first day.
By 6:30 PM, Shankar called her into his cabin before she left.
“You did well on your first day, Meera,” he said with a gentle smile. “Keep it up. Tomorrow we have a small team meeting on ANAAVARAN. Come prepared.”
Meera felt relieved and happy as she left the office. The environment was professional, modern, and slightly glamorous. Everyone was well-dressed and confident. Though she felt a little out of place in her simple clothes, she was determined to learn and do well.
On her way back home in the auto, she messaged both Ajay and Chotu about her first day.
Ajay replied with a short “Good.”
Chotu, as usual, was much more enthusiastic:
Chotu: Wow didi! I’m so proud of you.


Meera reached home around 7:10 pm after her first day at the office. She was tired but happy. As she climbed the stairs, she remembered she had messaged Chotu earlier to bring milk. When she reached her floor, she saw Chotu standing near her door with a packet of milk in his hand.
“Chotu? You’re already here?” Meera said, surprised but smiling.
“I was free didi, so I thought I’d wait,” he replied softly, looking a little shy.
Meera unlocked the door and invited him inside. “Come in. Sit down. I’ll just keep this in the fridge.”
Chotu sat on the sofa in the living room. Meera went to the kitchen, kept the milk, and came back. She was still in her peach kurti and white leggings from the office.
“So tell me, how was your first day?” Chotu asked eagerly.
Meera’s face lit up. She sat on the sofa opposite him and started telling him everything enthusiastically.
“It was so different, Chotu! The office is very modern — big glass walls, AC everywhere, beautiful posters on the walls. My boss, Shankar sir, is very nice. He introduced me to everyone. I met a girl named Navya — she’s from Kerala, just like me. She’s so friendly! I have my own small cabin next to sir’s. The work seems manageable. They said I’ll be mainly helping with the new brand called ANAAVARAN…”
She kept talking nonstop, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Chotu listened attentively, nodding and smiling.
After a few minutes, Meera said, “Wait, I’ll just go and change into something comfortable. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She went into the bedroom and closed the door. She started removing her kurti. As she pulled it over her head, she stood in front of the mirror wearing only her peach bra and white leggings. Her full breasts looked soft and heavy in the bra, the deep cleavage clearly visible.
Chotu’s voice came from the living room. “Didi, did you make any new friends apart from Navya?”
Meera replied while folding her kurti, “Yes, a few people. Everyone is nice…”
She was about to remove her leggings when a sudden doubt crossed her mind. She walked quietly to the bedroom door and looked through the keyhole.
Chotu was sitting patiently on the sofa in the living room, looking at his phone. He hadn’t moved from his place. He wasn’t even trying to look towards the bedroom.
Meera felt a pang of guilt. “How could I doubt him?” she thought. “He is such a nice, innocent boy. He hasn’t even tried to peep.”
Meanwhile, Chotu was sitting outside, his heart beating fast. He was in a double mind — a strong urge to quietly go near the door and peep was pulling him, but he controlled himself.
“No… not yet,” he thought. “If I rush, I might lose everything. She is slowly trusting me. I should not kill the golden goose.”
Meera felt reassured. She walked back to the mirror and removed her white leggings too. Now she was standing in just her peach bra and matching panty. The panty was slightly tight, hugging her round buttocks. She looked at herself for a few seconds, then picked up Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and blue wraparound skirt — the same comfortable home clothes she had worn on the day of the water problem.
She wore them and came out.
Chotu looked up and immediately blushed. It was the same white T-shirt — thin and slightly transparent. The blue skirt was tied low on her waist.
“What happened?” Meera asked, noticing his red face.
“Nothing didi…” Chotu said, looking away shyly.
They talked for a few more minutes. Then Chotu stood up. “Didi, I should leave now. It’s getting late.”
After he left, Meera completed her household chores. Later that night, she messaged him.
Meera: Why did you leave so abruptly today?
Chotu: Didi… that dress you wore after changing — the white T-shirt and blue skirt… it reminded me of that day. When you were braless. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by staying longer.
Meera’s cheeks turned warm. She realized Chotu was being considerate and trying not to embarrass her. But in reality, Chotu was cleverly reminding her of her braless exposure, planting the memory again and again.
Meera: Oh… I didn’t even realize. You are such a sweet boy, Chotu.
Chotu: I just don’t want to remind you of that embarrassing day, didi. But I can’t forget how beautiful you looked that day.

The next few days passed quickly as Meera settled into her new daily routine.
Every morning she woke up at 7:00 AM, got ready in simple but neat kurtis with leggings, and left for the office by auto. The journey took around 35-40 minutes. She slowly got used to the crowded roads and the fast pace of the city. By the third day, the security guards at the building entrance started recognizing her and greeted her with a smile.
At the office, she was gradually becoming familiar with the people and the environment.
She understood the real power structure very quickly. Although Shankar was the owner and the face of Blue Blooming Clothings, most of the day-to-day operations and important decisions were controlled by Ajmal. He was strict, sharp-tongued, and had a cold personality. Almost everyone in the office was slightly scared of him. People spoke softly when he was around and avoided arguing with him.
Navya, who had become Meera’s closest friend, mostly worked directly under Ajmal. She once told Meera in the pantry, “Ajmal sir is the real boss here. Shankar sir is good and creative, but he doesn’t interfere much in daily matters.”
The project ANAAVARAN was clearly Shankar’s personal baby. Nobody else in the office showed much interest in it. In fact, Meera noticed that Ajmal seemed uninterested — sometimes even mildly irritated whenever the topic came up. But because Shankar had insisted, the project was moving forward slowly.
On her fourth day, while helping Shankar organize some files, Meera finally understood what ANAAVARAN really was.
It was a women’s lingerie and innerwear brand.
The moment she opened the folder, her eyes widened. The catalog was full of beautiful models wearing bras, panties, babydolls, and nightwear in various styles. Some photos were quite bold — models posing in lace bras and thongs, showing cleavage and body curves. The walls of the design section also had large prints and mood boards of similar images.
Meera felt extremely shy. Her cheeks turned red as she quickly looked away. She had never seen so many pictures of women in underwear before. She felt awkward sitting there with Shankar going through the designs so casually.
Shankar noticed her discomfort but smiled gently. “It’s just business, Meera. You’ll get used to it. It is not something you have not seen before”
So far, Shankar had not shown any special or uncomfortable interest in her. He was professional, polite, and appreciative of her work. He mostly treated her like a capable assistant. This made Meera feel comfortable and safe in the office.
In the evenings, when she returned home, Ajay would casually ask about her day.
“How was the office today?” he would say while eating dinner.
Meera would tell him happily about small things — what she did, how Navya helped her, how the new brand ANAAVARAN was coming up, and how beautiful the office looked.
Ajay would listen carefully, nodding along. He never asked directly about Shankar or any big plans. He didn’t want to make her suspicious. Instead, he waited patiently, hoping she would mention something useful — a meeting, a visitor, or any information related to Vikram.
But Meera had no clue about such things. She only talked about normal office matters — her work, the people, the new collection, and how she was slowly learning everything. Nothing about Shankar’s personal life or any suspicious activities came up.
Ajay would feel slightly frustrated inside but would hide it with a small smile. “That’s good. Keep learning,” he would say.
Meera had no idea that her innocent daily office stories were being carefully analyzed by her husband for his secret mission.

Even as Meera settled into her new routine at Blue Blooming, her secret friendship with Chotu continued growing stronger every day.
Every morning before leaving for office, she would receive a good morning message from him. Sometimes it was sweet, sometimes playfully.

In the evenings, as soon as she reached home and changed into her comfortable white T-shirt and skirt, Chotu would message asking about her day. She started sharing small office stories with him. He ssaid you are lucky to work in such big places.

One evening, while she was cooking:
Chotu: Didi, tell me honestly… do you wear bra in office or not? ?

Meera: Of course I wear! What kind of question is that?

Chotu : I mean do you wear your company's bra and panties ? 

Meera: Chotu, you are becoming too shameless nowadays.

Chotu : I am just curious, since you work there. Do they have any rule that you have to wear their underwear only.

Meera : no you fool.

Chotu : Then they are fools. If I run a company I will make sure my staff wear that underwear only.

Meera : That is a nice policy. How will you check you fool ?

Chotu : I will put a security to validate. Either my product or no product. 

Meera : Chee... Chotu, you are becoming too shameless nowadays.

Chotu : But don't you think ? company workers should wear the same?

Meera : may be you are right. But I dont know.

Chotu : You are always wearing Mohini bra and panties.

Meera : how do you know. 

Chotu : I came with you to collect the clothes rite. I saw then.

Meera: Stop noticing such things! You are supposed to be like my brother.
Chotu: Brothers also notice when their sister looks beautiful na?


Meera’s second week at Blue Blooming was settling into a rhythm.  As she walked towards her cabin, she saw Navya near the pantry.
Navya was looking stunning today. She wore a bright orange fitted t-shirt that hugged her curves and a short denim skirt that showed off her fair, toned legs. Her hair was left open, and she had applied light makeup. She looked confident and modern.
“Wow Navya, you look absolutely beautiful today!” Meera said sincerely as she approached her.
Navya smiled brightly and twirled once. “Thank you, Meera! You’re so sweet. I felt like dressing up a bit today. How are you?”
They chatted for a couple of minutes before heading to their desks.
Just as Meera sat down and started checking her emails, loud voices came from the corner cabin where Shankar and Ajmal were having a meeting. It sounded like an argument. A few seconds later, Ajmal stormed out with an angry face. He walked straight to his cabin and shouted, “Navya! Come inside right now!”
Navya gave Meera a nervous look and quickly went into Ajmal’s cabin. The door closed behind her.
Meera felt a little uneasy but focused on her work. Ten minutes later, Shankar called her into his cabin.
“Meera, I have a conference call with our accountants in five minutes. Join me and take detailed notes,” he said.
Meera nodded and sat beside him with her notepad. During the call, the accountants tried to push some questionable policies and numbers that would benefit them. Meera, with her sharp experience from the mill and local tax knowledge, immediately noticed the tricks. She quietly passed small notes to Shankar pointing out the discrepancies and suggested better alternatives.
Shankar was visibly impressed. After the call ended, he leaned back in his chair and looked at her.
“Meera, you are very sharp. I didn’t expect you to catch those things so quickly. From now on, keep a close watch on all the deals related to ANAAVARAN. Report everything directly to me — don’t share anything with Ajmal or anyone else. Understood? Also I want you to accompany all the meetings I have”
“Yes sir,” Meera replied, feeling proud.
As she came out of Shankar’s cabin, she saw Navya walking towards the pantry to get juice for Ajmal. Navya’s orange t-shirt was slightly dishevelled, and her breasts were bouncing noticeably more than usual with every step. Meera couldn’t help but notice — it looked like Navya was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were faintly outlined against the bright orange fabric.
Navya gave Meera a small, tired smile as she passed by but didn’t say anything.


That evening when Meera reached home, she was still thinking about what she had seen. Navya coming out of Ajmal’s cabin with her breasts bouncing freely, clearly without a bra. She wanted to tell Ajay about it, but she wasn’t sure how he would react. Would he get angry? Would he think she was gossiping? Or worse — would he start suspecting her own behaviour in the office?
She decided not to mention it for now.

The next day, Meera reached the office on time. As she entered, her eyes immediately went to Navya.
Navya was wearing a bold black mini dress that ended mid-thigh. It was tight around her chest and waist, showing off her figure. Underneath, she had worn black shorts earlier, but Meera noticed something different today. Navya looked confident and carefree, walking around the office with her long legs on full display.
Meera couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and curiosity. “How brave she is,” she thought. “I could never wear something like that.”
Throughout the morning, Meera found herself secretly monitoring Navya. She told herself it was just curiosity, but deep down she wanted to understand the equation between Navya and Ajmal.
Around 11:30 AM, Ajmal had some important guests in his cabin. After the meeting, Ajmal walked out with the guests to drop them at the ground floor. As soon as he left, Navya came out of his cabin. She looked slightly flushed.
Meera was standing near the printer when Navya accidentally dropped a paper file. Navya bent down to pick it up without thinking.
That’s when Meera saw it.
Navya was no longer wearing the black shorts underneath her mini dress. As she bent forward, her short dress rode up completely. Her clean-shaven, smooth pussy was clearly visible for a few seconds — pink, bare, and exposed. No panties. Nothing.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly looked away, her heart pounding. Navya straightened up casually, as if nothing had happened, and walked back into Ajmal’s cabin.
Meera stood frozen near the printer. Her mind was racing.
Did Ajmal ask her to remove the shorts? Was something going on between them inside the cabin? Or is she seducing Ajmal ?

She felt a strange discomfort mixed with curiosity. The office that had seemed professional on the surface was hiding many secrets.
Later that afternoon, Meera noticed something else.
Whenever Ajmal passed near her cabin, his eyes would linger on her body — especially on her breasts and the shape of her thighs visible through the tight leggings. His gaze felt heavy and hungry. Meera felt uncomfortable but didn’t say anything. She simply adjusted her dupatta and focused on her work.
By evening, when she was about to leave, Shankar called her into his cabin for some quick notes. He was polite as always, but Meera’s mind was elsewhere — thinking about Navya’s exposed state and Ajmal’s stares. Shankar asked her to prepare a memo for firing 5 staff reason provided was not competitive. Meera was scared what if she lossess job too. Her income is supposed to lighten the burden on Ajay. He then told Meera you are working in a fashion industry you need to wear more stylish clothes as you have to attend meetings with me as well. 
On her way back home in the auto, Meera kept replaying the scenes in her head. The bold mini dress, the missing shorts, Navya’s clean-shaven pussy flashing openly, and Ajmal’s leering eyes on her own body. Also what Shankar has asked her to be more modern.
She felt a strange mix of emotions — shock, curiosity, slight fear… and an unexpected, confusing warmth between her thighs.


It had been more than two weeks since Meera and Ajay had sex. The long days at the office, Ajay’s late nights, and the growing distance between them had left Meera feeling restless and frustrated. Lately, her mind kept drifting back to the scenes she had witnessed in the office — Navya’s bold mini dress, the way her breasts bounced freely, the flash of Navya’s clean-shaven pussy when she bent down. Those images made something stir deep inside Meera. Her body was craving touch, warmth, and release.
On her way home that evening, she stopped at the Blue Blooming store room and picked up a  soft black lace bra with matching panties. The fabric was delicate, sheer, and sensual. She also picked up dinner from a nice restaurant — butter chicken, naan, and some salad — thinking it would be a good night to reconnect with Ajay.
 The constant vibration of the auto on the uneven road made her thighs press together. She could feel a deep, burning ache in her pussy. It had been too long. Her nipples were already hard against her bra, and a small wetness was forming between her legs. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to control her breathing.
She picked up her phone to call Ajay and tell him she was bringing dinner.
Before she could dial, Ajay’s call came first.
“Meera, I’m sorry. I have some important work at the shop. I won’t be coming home tonight. I’ll stay back.”
Meera’s heart sank. “But I brought dinner… and I wanted to—”
“I’ll eat something here. Don’t wait up,” Ajay said quickly and disconnected.
Meera felt a sharp pang of disappointment and loneliness. Tears pricked her eyes for a moment. The burning need between her legs only grew stronger.
In that moment of frustration, she opened Telegram and messaged Chotu.
Meera: Chotu, are you free? Can you come home? I brought dinner. We can eat together.
Chotu: Yes didi! I’m free. I’ll come right now.
When Meera reached home, Chotu was already waiting near the door with a shy smile. He looked happy to see her.
“Come inside,” Meera said, trying to sound normal. “You wait here in the living room. I’ll just change quickly and then we’ll have dinner together.”
She went into the bedroom and left the door slightly ajar — not fully closed, just enough for her to continue talking to him. She has full trust on him now. 
Chotu sat on the sofa, his heart beating fast. From where he was sitting, he had a clear view through the narrow gap in the bedroom door.
Meera stood in front of the mirror, unaware that Chotu could see almost everything. She started unbuttoning her peach kurti slowly. One button… two… three… The fabric parted, revealing the soft skin of her cleavage and the peach bra holding her heavy breasts. She pulled the kurti over her head. Her full, round breasts bounced gently inside the bra as she freed them from the sleeves. The cool air made her dark nipples harden instantly, poking clearly against the thin cups.
She folded the kurti neatly and placed it on the chair.

Next, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her white leggings. She bent forward at the waist and peeled them down slowly, inch by inch. The tight fabric clung to her thick thighs before sliding off completely. Her round, soft ass, covered only by the matching peach panty, came into full view. The panty had ridden up slightly between her cheeks, accentuating their perfect curve.
Now wearing only her bra and panty, Meera reached behind her back. She unhooked the bra with a soft click. The straps slid down her shoulders, and her breasts spilled out heavily into the open air. They were full, round, and beautifully shaped, with large dark brown areolas and stiff nipples pointing outward. She cupped them gently for a moment, squeezing them lightly as if relieving the pressure of the day. Her nipples hardened even more under her own touch.
She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her peach panty and slid it down her smooth legs. As the panty dropped to her ankles, her completely shaved pussy was revealed — soft, puffy outer lips with a hint of wetness glistening at the slit. She stepped out of the panty gracefully, now standing fully naked in front of the mirror.
Her body looked stunning in the warm bedroom light — heavy breasts with dark nipples, narrow waist, wide fertile hips, and thick, smooth thighs. Her hands went to touch her wet pussy. She felt her touch soft silky then she heard Chotu asking about work she had forgotten about him. 
Meera opened the new lingerie packet she had bought. She picked up the black lace bra first. She slipped her arms through the delicate straps and reached behind to hook it. The bra was a push-up style with sheer lace cups. As she adjusted it, her breasts were lifted and pressed together, creating a deep, mouth-watering cleavage. The dark edges of her areolas were faintly visible through the semi-transparent lace.
She then took the matching black lace panty. She bent forward again, giving Chotu a perfect view of her hanging breasts swaying pendulously. She stepped into the panty and slowly pulled it up her thighs. The thin lace stretched over her smooth mound, hugging her pussy tightly. The fabric was so sheer that the outline of her pussy lips and the small slit were clearly visible. She adjusted the back, pulling the lace between her ass cheeks, making her buttocks look even rounder and fuller.
Finally, she stood in front of the mirror wearing only the new black lace lingerie set. She turned sideways, admiring how the bra made her breasts look fuller and how the panty sat low on her hips, accentuating her curves. She ran her hands slowly over her body — cupping her breasts, sliding down her waist, and brushing over the lace-covered pussy.
She looked incredibly sensual and beautiful.

After a few moments, she picked up Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and blue skirt and wore them over the new lingerie.


Meera came out of the bedroom wearing Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her favourite blue wraparound skirt. The thin T-shirt clung softly to her body, especially over her new black lace bra. Her heavy breasts looked fuller and rounder. The skirt was tied low on her waist, showing a teasing strip of her soft belly.
Chotu was sitting on the sofa. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened. He stared for a few seconds before speaking.
“Didi… you are looking completely different today,” he said, his voice slightly husky. “You are looking so much more beautiful.”
Meera smiled shyly as she arranged the food packets on the table. “I haven’t done anything special, Chotu. Same old me.”
“No didi,” Chotu replied, shaking his head. “Something is different. Your figure… it looks much better. Your boobs look bigger and more beautiful. Even your waist and hips look sexier. What did you do?”
Meera’s cheeks turned pink. She could only think about the new black lace bra and panty she was wearing underneath. The push-up bra was making her breasts look fuller and more prominent.
She sat down on the sofa opposite him, feeling conscious. “Nothing… I just bought some new innerwear today. Maybe that’s making the difference.”
Chotu’s eyes sparkled with interest. He leaned forward slightly.
“New innerwear? What kind didi? Black suits you well”
Meera: How do you know.
Chotu: Your tshirt is not that opaque, I can see the traces.
Meera : You are getting very naughty. I didn't know this tshirt was transparent.
Chotu : It is not transparent but we can detect bra color.

Meera nodded shyly, avoiding his eyes. “Yes… it’s a new set. Black lace.”
Chotu swallowed visibly. His voice became softer and naughtier.
“Wow didi… that must be why you are looking so hot today. That lace bra must be pushing your boobs up nicely. They look so round and heavy now like a Bollywood acress. I can even see the shape clearly through your loose T-shirt. ”
Meera’s face burned with embarrassment, but she didn’t scold him. Instead, she gave a small, shy smile.
“Chotu… what are you saying? You are becoming too naughty.”
“But it’s true didi,” Chotu continued, his eyes roaming over her chest. “Your boobs look much better with this new bra. They are standing higher. This is like that actess. I wish I could see it properly.”

Meera bit her lip. She felt a strange thrill hearing his bold compliments. Instead of stopping him, she replied softly, “It is a push-up bra… so yes, it makes them look a little bigger.”
Chotu’s breathing became heavier.
“Didi, you should only wear this brand from now on. No other innerwear. Your figure looks perfect in it. Nobody can’t stop staring.”
Meera’s thighs pressed together instinctively. She was getting wet listening to his naughty words, but she still tried to maintain some control.
“Chotu… you are like my younger brother. You shouldn’t talk like this,” she said, but her voice lacked any real scolding. There was a hint of playfulness in it.
Chotu smiled mischievously.
“I know didi… but even brothers can admire how beautiful their didi is. Ajay sir is so lucky. He gets to see these beautiful boobs and that tight ass every day. He must be sucking them every night.”
Meera gasped softly, but didn’t stop him. Instead, she replied with slight reciprocation, her voice shy but curious.
“He… he doesn’t get much time nowadays. He comes home very late.”
Chotu’s eyes darkened with desire.

“Then it’s his loss, didi. If I were him, I would keep you naked all the time. I would worship you every single day. I would make you sit on my lap and talk to you for hours.”
Meera’s breathing became faster. She crossed her legs tightly, feeling her pussy throb. She knew she should stop him, but she didn’t want to.
“You are too much, Chotu,” she whispered, smiling shyly. “If someone hears you talking like this…”
“No one will hear, didi,” he said softly. “It’s only between us. Tell me honestly… dont you want to be like that?”
Meera replied every woman want to be treated like that and worshipped. That is their wish.

After dinner, Meera and Chotu decided to watch a movie together on her laptop. They sat on the floor with their backs against the sofa, sharing the screen. Meera was still in Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and blue skirt. Chotu sat close but not too close.
They chose a Hollywood thriller that started normally. But around 30 minutes in, there was a bold romantic scene. The actress began stripping seductively in front of the hero. She slowly removed her top, revealing a black lace bra, and talking to the actor facing him.
Meera felt extremely uncomfortable watching this with Chotu sitting right next to her. Her cheeks burned. She shifted awkwardly, pulling her T-shirt down a little.
Chotu, on the other hand, was visibly affected. His breathing became heavier. After a few seconds, he stood up suddenly.
“Didi, I’ll get some water from the kitchen,” he said, his voice slightly strained, and quickly walked away.
Meera knew exactly why he left. She could guess he was trying to adjust his erection. She felt embarrassed but stayed silent.
She asked him shall I change movie he said no lets play it anyway.
When Chotu returned a minute later, the scene was still playing. The actress was now completely topless, standing confidently with her breasts on full display. Meera felt even more awkward.
She tried to act normal and said softly, “It’s okay, Chotu… this happens in movies nowadays. They show a lot.”
Chotu sat back down, still a little flushed. “I haven’t watched many Hollywood movies, didi. This is quite bold.”
Meera gave a small nervous laugh. “Yes… the actress is very beautiful and confident about her body. That’s why she can do such scenes so easily.”
Chotu looked at Meera for a moment, then said in a low, sincere voice:
“Didi… you look even better than her.”
Meera’s eyes widened. “What? Don’t say such things.”
“No, I’m serious,” Chotu continued, his gaze dropping to her chest for a second before coming back up. “That actress has a good body, but yours is much more beautiful. Your boobs are bigger, softer, and perfectly shaped. Your waist is so slim, and your ass is so round and juicy. If you wore something like that and stood confidently, you would look a thousand times hotter.”
Meera’s face turned deep red. She felt a rush of heat between her legs.
“Chotu… stop it. You are comparing me to an actress now?” she said, but her voice was soft, almost playful.
“Why not, didi?” Chotu replied, growing bolder. “You have such a sexy figure. That new black lace bra you’re wearing right now must be making your boobs look amazing. I can already see how full they look under this T-shirt. If you ever did a scene like that… I swear, no one would look at the actress. Everyone would only look at you.”
Meera bit her lip, feeling both shy and strangely thrilled. She didn’t stop him completely.
“You are becoming too naughty, Chotu,” she whispered, but a small smile played on her lips. You are praising me a lot.

I have seen them in real na, so I can tell with confidence. Meera felt more shy him mentioning about her getting naked during the water issue. She is completely unaware that he had seen her completely naked a half hour earlier too,

Tell me honestly, didi… have you ever thought of wearing something bold like that? ”
Meera hesitated, then replied shyly, “Sometimes… but I don’t have that kind of confidence.”
“You should try, didi,” If I had money I would produce movies with you only as lead actress.

Meera replied "not that pretty, actress has perfect shape."


“Didi… I have seen them in real na,” he said softly, almost whispering. “So I can tell with confidence. Your boobs look much better than that actress. They are bigger and perfectly shaped.”
Meera froze mid-bite. Her face turned deep red. He was openly talking about seeing her naked during the water crisis day. She felt an intense wave of shyness wash over her.
“Chotu…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Don’t remind me of that day. I still feel so embarrassed.”
But Chotu didn’t stop. His voice was gentle yet filled with desire.
“Why feel embarrassed, didi? You looked so beautiful that day. Your boobs were hanging so nicely when you bent down. Your dark nipples were clearly visible. And when your towel slipped… your ass looked so round and soft. I still remember everything.”
Meera’s thighs pressed together tightly. She was completely unaware that Chotu had seen her fully naked just half an hour ago while she was changing. The thought of him openly admitting what he saw made her pussy throb with a strange mix of shame and arousal.
“Tell me honestly, didi…” Chotu continued, leaning a little closer, “have you ever thought of wearing something bold like that actress? Just for yourself?”
Meera hesitated for a long moment, her cheeks burning. She looked down at her plate and replied shyly, almost in a whisper:
“Sometimes… but I don’t have that kind of confidence.”
Saying this, her mind suddenly went to Navya. The image of Navya in the short mini dress, bending down with her clean-shaven pussy clearly visible, had been haunting her all evening. She was suffocating keeping it inside. Chotu felt like the only safe person she could share it with.
“Chotu… something happened in the office today,” she said hesitantly. “I saw Navya… she was wearing a very short dress. When Ajmal sir went out, she bent down to pick something… and… she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I saw everything.”
Chotu’s eyes widened with excitement.
"You mean she was not wearing underwear?"
"No she was not"
"May be she had skin colored panty"
"I am a girl I can understand when somebody is wearing a panty or not, that too in plain view"
“Really didi? You saw her pussy?”
Meera nodded, embarrassed but relieved to share it.
“Yes… it was clean shaven. Completely visible. I don’t know what was happening between them.”
Chotu’s breathing became heavier.
“Wow… Navya is bold. But didi, Is she ding on purpose or somebody forcing her. So bad I missed that view”
Meera gasped and hit his shoulder lightly.
“You fool! Just now you said you wanted to see me… and now you are excited about Navya? You are like all men. Greedy.”
Chotu smiled shyly.
“Sorry didi… I was just imagining. But honestly, I would rather see you than anyone else.”
He paused, then said dramatically, “I think I should leave now. I’m talking too much.”
He started getting up.
Meera quickly stood up too. “Goodnight buddy. let me clear the plates.”
She picked up the used plates and walked to the kitchen sink. Before washing them, she went into the bathroom because the new bra was digging into her skin after a long day. She closed the bathroom door only halfway and removed her T-shirt. Then she unhooked the black lace bra and took it off, letting her breasts breathe freely. Her dark nipples were stiff.
When she came out, she was surprised to see that Chotu hadn’t left. He was still standing near the sofa.
She went to the sink to wash the plates. As she turned on the tap, water splashed upwards, wetting the front of her thin white T-shirt heavily. The fabric immediately became transparent, sticking to her bare breasts like a second skin. Her pink dark nipples and areolas were now clearly visible through the wet cloth. The cold water made her nipples harden even more.
Meera didn’t realize how see-through the T-shirt had become. She continued washing the plates casually, talking to Chotu who was standing just a few feet away.
Chotu’s eyes were glued to her chest. The wet T-shirt left almost nothing to the imagination. Her full, round breasts were on full display — shape, nipples, everything clearly visible.
He swallowed hard but kept talking normally, not wanting to alert her.
Meera kept chatting innocently, completely unaware that she was standing topless in a see-through wet T-shirt right in front of him, her breasts jiggling slightly with every movement of her hands while washing. Chotu took his phone silently and took a pic of Meera in wet tshirt.

[shaalu_re]

Meera’s days at Blue Blooming were becoming routine, but the work was getting more involved. On this particular morning, while going through customer feedback emails for the upcoming ANAAVARAN brand, she noticed several complaints about the bras. Many trial users mentioned discomfort under the breasts, chafing, and poor support during movement.
She noted them carefully, feeling a strange sense of responsibility.
Later that afternoon, Shankar called her into the conference room. A meeting was already in progress with mostly male executives and designers discussing the final launch preparations — product quality, packaging, pricing, and marketing strategy.
Meera sat quietly at the side, taking notes. The conversation was technical and fast-paced. She felt a little out of place among the confident men, but she listened attentively. 
Towards the end, Shankar asked if anyone had additional feedback from the trial phase.
Meera hesitated. Her heart was beating fast. She remembered the emails she had read that morning. Gathering courage, she spoke softly after they come out of meeting room:
“Sir… I went through the trial user feedback. Many women mentioned discomfort in the underboob area. The wire is digging in, and there is chafing during movement. Even I felt the same when I tried one of the samples.”
The Shankar fell silent for a second. Her cheeks burned.
Shankar looked genuinely interested.
“Thank you, Meera. This is important. I want honest reviews like this.”
 
“Meera, come to my cabin,” he said.
Once inside, he called the Quality Manager, a strict lady in her mid-40s named Mrs. Rekha.
When Mrs. Rekha arrived, Shankar explained, “Meera has pointed out some serious comfort issues with the bras from the trial feedback. She also felt it herself.”
Mrs. Rekha looked at Meera with a slightly dismissive expression.
“What exactly is the problem?” she asked.
Meera felt very shy speaking in front of both Shankar and the lady, but she tried.
“The underboob area… it feels tight and the wire is poking. It becomes uncomfortable after some time.”
Mrs. Rekha raised an eyebrow.
“Are you wearing our bra right now?”
Meera’s face turned red. She nodded slightly.
“No ma’am.”
"Which brand are you wearing now"
"Mohini"
Mrs. Rekha stepped closer.
“Show me where exactly you are feeling the discomfort.”
Meera hesitated, then pointed towards the lower curve of her breasts with trembling fingers.
“Here… under the boobs.”
Mrs. Rekha didn’t hesitate. She reached forward and touched the underboob area over Meera’s kurti, pressing lightly with her fingers.
“Here?” she asked.
Meera nodded, feeling deeply humiliated being touched like this in front of Shankar.
Mrs. Rekha continued questioning without mercy.
“What is your size? Did you take the correct size? Many girls choose wrong size and then complain.”
Meera’s voice was barely audible. “I think 34C….”
Shankar was watching everything quietly.
Mrs. Rekha continued, “And what about the panties? Any issues with fitting? Are they riding up? Any discomfort at the back?”
Meera felt like the ground would swallow her.
“I… I am wearing your panty right now. It feels comfortable,” she replied shyly.
Mrs. Rekha suddenly smacked Meera’s ass lightly over her leggings.
“See Shankar sir, the panty is perfect. No complaints there. We can fine-tune the bra design. She said this runnning her hand over the edges of panty visible through the leggings”
Shankar nodded. “Good. Rekha, take Meera and check the bra properly. I want real feedback.” Shankar left after that.
Mrs. Rekha took Meera her work are to the attached trial room. Trial room was nothing but a curtain separated area.
“Remove your kurti and show me,” she said bluntly.
Meera’s hands were shaking as she removed her kurti in front of the lady, standing in just her bra and leggings. Mrs. Rekha examined the bra closely, lifting Meera’s breasts, checking the underwire, and pressing different areas.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
Meera turned, feeling completely exposed even though it is lady. 
Mrs. Rekha then asked her to remove the bra completely and wear a new sample bra from the collection. Meera had to change behind a thin curtain, but she could still feel Mrs. Rekha waiting outside.
When she came out wearing only the new sample bra and her leggings, Mrs. Rekha made her bend, stretch, and move her arms in different positions.

Mrs. Rekha handed her a new sample bra. “Wear this one.”
Meera went behind the thin green curtain and removed her bra. Her full breasts spilled out, nipples already slightly stiff from the cool air and tension. She put on the new bra and came out.
Mrs. Rekha made her do several movements — stretching her arms, bending, raising her hands above her head. Each time, Meera’s breasts jiggled and bounced inside the new bra. Shankar watched silently, nodding occasionally.
“Still not perfect,” Mrs. Rekha muttered. “Try another one.”
Meera went behind the curtain again. She unhooked the bra and handed it over the curtain to Rekha. As she reached for the next sample, Rekha suddenly walked inside the small changing area.

“I see the problem. It’s a design issue,” Rekha said, standing very close to the topless Meera.
Meera quickly covered her bare breasts with both hands, her face burning with shame. Rekha didn’t seem to care. She took out her phone and started giving instructions loudly to her team on the other end.
“Listen carefully… the underwire needs to be softer… the cup depth is wrong for Indian body types…”
Meera stood there completely topless, hands cupping her heavy breasts, just a few feet away from Rekha who was on the phone. She could hear the staff replying fearfully on the other side.
Just then, a man’s voice entered the trial room.

“Rekha, why was Shankar here?” It was Ajmal.
Rekha replied without looking up, “Some new product fitting issues.”
Meera’s heart nearly stopped. She was standing topless behind the thin curtain, only a few feet away from Ajmal. She pressed her hands tighter against her breasts, trying to cover as much as possible. Her nipples were hard against her palms.

Rekha walked out to talk to him. Ajmal looked towards the curtain. He could clearly see the silhouette of a woman standing there — a beautiful, curvy figure with hands cupping her large breasts. The outline of her naked body, narrow waist, and wide hips was unmistakable.
“Hmm… Shankar is too obsessed with boobs and bras. Loser,” Ajmal muttered crudely and walked away. He was then talking in shushed voice to Rekha and Rekha was replying in her normal stern voice. She replied I know the priority and I am working on that. Meera could feel Ajmal might be looking her way while talking Rekha as she is standing between Ajmal and Curtain.

Meera felt like she would faint from embarrassment. Ajmal had just seen her almost naked silhouette but she in unaware of this. 

Rekha continued shouting instructions on the phone after Ajmal had left. In a second another young male walked inside. He was the one to him she was shouting on phone. 

“The damaged products are near that curtain. Take them and fuck off. I want this fixed ASAP!”
A young male staff member came running towards the curtain area. Meera’s eyes widened in panic. She was still topless, hands covering her breasts.
The guy reached just outside the curtain, bent down, and picked up the discarded bras lying on the floor near Meera’s feet. For a terrifying second, he was only a foot away from the naked Meera, separated by nothing but a thin green curtain.
Meera held her breath, her heart hammering wildly. She could see his shadow. One slight movement and he would see her completely topless.
Thankfully, he grabbed the bras and ran out without looking behind the curtain.
Rekha finally ended the call and looked at Meera.

“You have a perfect body, Meera,” she said bluntly. “Firm, curvy, and well-proportioned. Have you ever thought about modelling our products?”
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She shook her head quickly.
“No ma’am… I’m not comfortable with that,” she replied, trying to sound polite but firm.
Rekha smirked slightly. She stepped closer and tapped the underside of Meera’s left breast with two fingers, lifting it slightly.
“You have gravity-defying boobs at your age. Why are you always holding them like that? These beauties should not be kept covered all the time. If you ever change your mind about modelling, let me know. We need real Indian bodies like yours for ANAAVARAN.”
Meera felt a strange shiver run through her body when another woman touched her underboob so casually. Her nipple hardened instantly against the bra cup.
Rekha stepped back. “We’ll fix this design issue. Will meet later" 

Rekha and her staff left the trial room. Meera let out a huge sigh of relief. She quickly went behind the curtain to change back into her own clothes.
But when she reached for her bra… it was gone.
She searched frantically. Her original peach bra was nowhere to be found. The staff must have mistakenly picked it up along with the sample bras when they cleared the area.
Panic set in. Meera stood there topless, covering her heavy breasts with her arms. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t call Rekha directly — she didn’t have her number. She quickly called Navya, but Navya didn’t pick up.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Shankar.
“Meera, come to my cabin. I need a file urgently.”
Meera’s heart sank. She was standing topless in the trial room. She quickly wore her kurti without the bra. The thin fabric felt cold against her bare breasts. Her nipples were still hard and clearly poking through the peach kurti. She looked down — it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She took a deep breath and ran towards her cabin first to get the file. Her heavy breasts bounced freely with every step. The friction of the kurti against her sensitive nipples made her feel even more aware of her body.
She grabbed the file and rushed to Shankar’s cabin, her breasts jiggling noticeably under the thin fabric.
Shankar was waiting impatiently. When Meera entered, his eyes immediately dropped to her chest. He noticed instantly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her  nipple pokies were clearly outlined against the peach kurti.

He took the file from her and asked casually, “Your bra problem solved?”
Meera froze. Her face turned crimson. How did he know? Was it that obvious?
She stammered, “N-no sir… I think by mistake...”
Shankar nodded calmly. “Don’t worry. These mistakes happend, I have asked Rekha to fix it for you ok.”
Meera felt a wave of relief. She thought Shankar had personally asked Rekha to find her missing bra. In reality, he was only talking about fixing the product design issue.
As she turned to leave, Shankar called her again.
“Meera, come will have a meeting with someone important. I want to discuss something about the ANAAVARAN launch. I want your inputs there”


A slight hesitation caught Meera, though she remained oblivious to the stir she was causing. Without a bra to shield her, her nipples are betraying her with the pokie. She is unaware of pokies but well aware she is braless in office, like how Navya was last day.  But she didn’t have the courage to refuse her boss. Sir is it important, Am I needed, he gave her a stern look he said yes it is very important. They started in car and got a call in middle saying the meeting is cancelled. He said lets go for a tea and he took her to a nice cafe. 

While walking to the cafe, every step made her boobs bounce and sway under the thin kurti. She could feel the cool AC air on her nipples. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide them, but it only made them more prominent.
Shankar walked beside her, occasionally glancing at her chest. He didn’t say anything, but with his height difference he can see a good amount of her boobs when they walked.

In the cafe, while waiting for tea, Shankar’s eyes kept drifting to her boobs . Meera felt completely exposed and vulnerable as she occssionally found his gazes on her boobs. She was standing braless in front of her boss, her nipples clearly poking through her kurti.

Thankfully, the tea arrived quickly. Shankar finished his cup and said casually, “Meera, I’m heading out. I can drop you home if you want.”
Meera shook her head immediately, forcing a polite smile.
“No sir, it’s okay. I’ll take an auto. Thank you.” He then offered her to drop her halfway and she had to agree.
Shankar gave her one last lingering look at her boobs when she got down and  walking away.
Meera let out a deep breath. She quickly adjusted kurti  to avoid it sticking to her boobs . Her breasts bounced noticeably with every step as she walked on the main road to catch an auto. She felt extremely self-conscious, constantly checking if anyone was staring.
Just as she was about to get into an auto, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Didi!”
Meera turned around. It was Chotu, standing near a scooter with a delivery bag.
“Chotu? What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised.
“Boss asked me to deliver some grocery to a home nearby,” he replied, walking closer. His eyes immediately dropped to her chest. A mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Didi… what happened? You stopped wearing bra altogether?” he teased in a low voice.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly looked around to make sure no one heard.
“Chotu! Don’t shout like that!” she hissed. “How did you even notice?”
Chotu grinned, his eyes still fixed on her breasts.
“Your nipples are clearly visible, didi. They are poking so nicely through your kurti. Looks very sexy.”
Meera felt a rush of embarrassment. She knocked her forehead lightly with her palm.
“You fool! Show some shame. Stop staring.”
Chotu chuckled softly.
“You are the one showing your boobs so openly and you’re telling me to show shame? Why did you come to office without bra today? Did someone steal your bra or what?”
Meera looked around nervously and whispered urgently, “Speak softly! I don’t want the whole world to know I am braless right now. It was an accident at the office. Please stop teasing me.”
Chotu nodded but couldn’t hide his smile. He kept stealing glances at her chest as she got into the auto.
Meera reached her community gate and got down. As she started walking towards her building, Chotu suddenly appeared again on his scooter.
“Didi, wait!”
Meera turned, irritated. “What now?”
"Do you need anything today ?" 
She replied yes bring some milk please.
Chotu was staring at her chest with a naughty smile. The humidity had caused her to sweat and kurti was sticking to her boobs.
“It is good to see them again today… just in one day,” he said, looking at her chest meaningfully.
Meera frowned. “What do you mean ‘again in one day’?”
Chotu took out his phone and showed her a photo he had secretly taken earlier — Meera standing in the kitchen washing plates, her white T-shirt completely wet and transparent, her bare breasts and dark nipples clearly visible.
Meera’s face turned pale. Her eyes welled up with tears.
“You… you took my photo?” she whispered, voice breaking. “I trusted you, Chotu. I thought you were my friend.”
Chotu’s smile faded slightly, but he still tried to act innocent.
“Didi, I’m sorry… I just wanted to show you. You were looking so beautiful.”
Meera felt betrayed. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“You are shameless!” "Whom all you have shown this"  she said angrily and walked away without looking back.
A few minutes later, Chotu came to her door with a packet of milk, trying to apologize.
Meera opened the door slightly, still hurt.
“I dont need any milk. Please go away,” she said coldly and closed the door in his face.


Meera leaned against the closed door, her heart pounding with a storm of emotions — anger, shame, and a deep sense of betrayal. Tears stung her eyes. How could Chotu do this? She had trusted him like a younger brother.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
She wiped her tears angrily and opened the door, ready to scold him.
But Chotu was already walking away down the corridor. On the floor right in front of her door lay his phone.
Meera stared at it, confused. She picked it up and called out softly, “Chotu…”
He stopped and turned back. His face looked guilty and sad.
“I… I left it there on purpose,” he said quietly. “You can check my phone, didi. I took that photo only because I thought you looked so beautiful. I had no bad intention. I swear. You are the only person who cares for me. Even the underwear you bought for me… no one has ever done something like that for me.”
Meera looked at him for a long moment. His eyes were sincere. She felt her anger soften a little.
She handed him the phone.
“Delete it right now. In front of me,” she said firmly.
Chotu nodded quickly. He opened the gallery, showed her the photo.

But before he could delete the photo, Meera spoke again, her voice hesitant.
“Wait… send it to me on Telegram first. Before deleting.”
Chotu looked surprised, but he did as she asked. He forwarded the photo to her on Telegram and then deleted it from his gallery.
Meera felt a strange mix of shame and curiosity as she saw the photo appear in her chat. She quickly closed it.
Chotu looked at her with sad eyes. “I’m really sorry, didi. I won’t do anything like this again.”
He turned to leave.
That night, Ajay came home very late. He looked exhausted, ate dinner in silence, then he told he is travelling to Kerala for a week and went straight to bed. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.
Meera lay beside him, unable to sleep. She picked up her phone and opened Telegram. There were dozens of sorry messages from Chotu below the photo he had sent. She looked at her photo her boobs were visible well in that pic. He had seen my boobs very well she thought. She looked at his messages
Chotu: Didi I’m so sorry…
Chotu: I should not have taken that photo.
Chotu: Please forgive me. I will beg on you feet pleas talk to me.
Chotu: You are the only good thing in my life.
Meera stared at the messages for a long time. Finally, she typed:
Meera: Still you took my photo without telling me. What else have you done with me? I want to know everything. Tell me the truth.
Chotu replied almost instantly.
Chotu: I will tell you everything, didi. I promise I will not hide anything anymore.
He started typing. The messages came one after another.
Chotu: That day when there was the water problem… when you came out in the towel… I saw a lot. When the towel slipped near the door, I saw your full bare ass. It was so round and soft. The crack between your cheeks was clearly visible. But he hid the fact that he caused the water problem
Meera’s breath caught. She read every word carefully.
Chotu: When you came out after bath in that white T-shirt… I saw your boobs very clearly. They were hanging down when you bent to pick the envelope. Your nipples were dark and hard. I could even see the brown part around them.
Chotu: When you hugged me after getting the interview letter… I felt your soft breasts pressing against me. No bra. It felt so warm.
Meera’s face was burning. She was lying next to her sleeping husband, reading these confessions, and her body was reacting.
Chotu: And that day when you were changing clothes in the bedroom… the door was not fully closed.I was not able to hear what you were saying so I was looking in your direction.  I saw everything through the gap. I saw you removing your kurti. I saw your boobs when you took krti off. Then you removed your leggings. Your pink panty looked so tight on your ass. Then you removed your bra… your breasts came out so beautifully. They were swinging when you bent. I saw you completely naked for many seconds. I saw your pussy also… it looked so smooth and beautiful.
Meera’s eyes widened. She had no idea he had seen her fully naked while changing. She felt a rush of shame, but also a strange, forbidden arousal.
Meera: You saw me completely naked? And you never told me?
Chotu: I was scared you would get angry and stop talking to me. I swear I never showed it to anyone. It was only for me. You are so beautiful didi… I couldn’t take my eyes off.
Meera’s breathing became heavier. She felt her pussy getting wet.
Meera: Shameless… you saw everything of me.
Chotu: Yes didi. I am sorry. When you were washing plates and your T-shirt became wet… I saw your boobs completely. Your nipples were so dark and hard. I wanted to touch them so badly I was feeling something as I had seen you naked I never felt like that before.
Meera: And when I was walking outside today… was it very visible that I was braless?
Chotu: Yes didi. It was very visible. Your boobs were bouncing a lot. Your nipples were poking out clearly. 
Meera bit her lip hard. She was shocked, embarrassed, and strangely turned on by his honest, detailed confession.
Meera: You are really shameless, Chotu. You saw me naked, saw my boobs, my ass, my pussy… and you never told me. 
Chotu: I’m sorry didi. But I couldn’t stop looking. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect.

 Meera listened to every word, her body growing hotter with each confession.
She didn’t stop him. She didn’t scold him anymore.
Instead, she kept asking questions, wanting to know exactly what he had seen and how it made him feel.


Meera: So you have seen me fully nude… you even took my photo. How do I trust you? What if you have shared it with someone else?
She sent the message and quickly got up. She was too aroused to stay still. She tiptoed to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and removed her panty. Her pussy was dripping wet. She sat on the toilet for a moment, trying to calm herself, wiping gently between her legs.
When she came back to bed and picked up her phone, there were already more than 15 messages from Chotu.
Chotu: Didi please don’t think like that…
Chotu: I swear on my mother I haven’t shown it to anyone.
Chotu: I’m really sorry… I was stupid.
Chotu: Please reply didi… I’m getting scared.
Chotu: If you don’t trust me, I dont know how to convince you.
Then came a photo.
Meera opened it and gasped.
It was a selfie of Chotu. He was standing completely naked on a dark street near a bridge. His thin body was fully exposed. His small, semi-hard dick was clearly visible. He looked desperate and vulnerable, holding the phone with one hand while covering his face slightly with the other.
Chotu: See didi… I am sending you my nude photo. If you ever feel I can blackmail you, you can use this against me. I trust you completely. I would never harm you.
Meera stared at the photo, shocked. A young boy standing naked on a public street at night just to prove his innocence to her. Despite everything, she found it strangely cute and funny.
She replied:
Meera: Why are you naked on the street, you fool?!
Chotu: I was messaging you from here. I didn’t know how to convince you. I felt very bad. If you think I can blackmail you, now you have my nude also. We are equal.
Meera couldn’t stop herself from laughing softly in the dark room. His logic was so innocent and childish.
Meera: You are such a big fool, Chotu. I had gone to the bathroom, that’s why I didn’t reply. I am not angry.
Chotu: You are saying this now to calm me down. I was about to jump from the bridge if you hadn’t replied.
Meera: I am telling the truth. I really went to the bathroom. I even removed my   panties because I was feeling uncomfortable. That’s why there was a delay.
Chotu was not convinced , you are angry at me. I know. Whatever she said he was not convinced
Meera’s heart skipped. A bold, mischievous thought entered her mind.
She got up quietly, went to the bathroom again, and took a photo of her removed pink panty hanging on the hook. But instead of sending just that, she typed:
Meera: You shameless boy… you don't believe me right. see the proof. 
Chotu: How do I believe it is the same panty
A playful smile touched Meera’s lips as she leaned in. "Do you want to see what’s under my skirt right now?" she teased. Before he could answer, she pulled back slightly. "Go home and message me then. You naked boy."

A few minutes later, Meera’s phone vibrated again.
Chotu: Didi, I reached home safely.
Meera, still lying awake beside her sleeping husband, replied quickly.
Meera: So quickly? Show me proof.
Chotu sent a selfie almost immediately. He was standing completely naked inside his small, modest room. The photo showed his thin body, flat stomach, and his small, semi-hard dick hanging between his legs. The lighting was dim, but everything was clearly visible.
Meera’s eyes widened. She felt a fresh rush of heat between her thighs.
Meera: You are still naked? You fool!
Chotu: You told me to go home naked, na? So I walked all the way like this.
Meera: I never said that! I was just teasing you.
Chotu: But I took it seriously. I thought this was my punishment for breaking your trust.
Meera stared at the message, stunned. She imagined Chotu walking through the streets completely naked just to prove his loyalty. A strange mix of concern, amusement, and arousal filled her.
Meera: What if someone had seen you? You could have been in big trouble!
Chotu: I don’t know, didi. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted you to trust me again. I would do anything for you.
Meera felt a strange warmth in her chest. This silly, innocent boy had taken such a big risk for her. She typed softly:
Meera: You are crazy, Chotu. But thank you. I believe you now. Come home early tomorrow morning by 6:30 with milk. And listen carefully — come fully clothed, okay? Not like Tarzan.
Chotu: Yes didi ? I will come properly dressed.
Meera smiled and finally fell asleep, her body still buzzing with the events of the day.

The next morning, Ajay woke up very early at 5:20 AM. He had to leave for an urgent trip to Kerala for his secret mission. He closed the main door but didn’t lock it . It remained closed but not bolted.
Chotu had woken up early too. He had seen Ajay leaving on his two-wheeler from his shop window. His heart beat faster. He quickly packed a packet of fresh milk and headed towards Meera’s flat.
He reached her door at 6:25 AM and knocked softly. No response. He knocked again. Still nothing.
The door was not fully closed. Chotu gently pushed it. It swung open silently.
He stepped inside cautiously.
“Didi…?” he called softly.
No answer.
He walked further into the flat and reached the bedroom door, which was also slightly open. The sight inside made him freeze.
Meera was still fast asleep on her side, facing away from the door. She was wearing only Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her blue skirt. During the night, the skirt had ridden up high on her waist, completely exposing her smooth, round ass and her shaved pussy. Her legs were slightly parted. The morning light coming through the window fell beautifully on her naked lower body.
Chotu’s mouth went dry. His small dick instantly hardened inside his shorts. He stood there, unable to move, staring at Meera’s exposed pussy and ass.
After a few seconds, he gathered courage and called softly, “Meera didi…”
Meera stirred in her sleep. She turned slowly onto her back. As she moved, her skirt rode up even higher, bunching completely around her waist. Now her full front was exposed — her smooth, puffy pussy lips clearly visible, slightly glistening in the morning light.
Chotu’s eyes were glued between her legs. He could see everything.
Meera slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Chotu standing right next to her bed, staring at her exposed pussy with wide eyes.
She gasped and quickly tried to pull her skirt down, but in her sleepy state, she only managed to make it worse. The skirt stayed bunched up.

She gasped and sat up quickly.
“Chotu! What are you doing here?!” she whispered sharply, pulling her skirt down to cover herself.
Chotu looked nervous but smiled shyly.
“Didi… you asked me to come home with milk at 6:30. I came as you said.”
Meera blinked, still half-asleep. “I asked you to bring milk… not to come inside the room and stand next to my bed like this!”
She adjusted her skirt properly, covering her thighs. Her face was red with embarrassment.
“You are taking all opportunities, Tarzan,” she teased, trying to hide her shyness.
Chotu scratched his head innocently. “Sorry didi… the door was open.”
Meera sighed. “Go to the kitchen and make tea for me. I’ll freshen up.”
Chotu nodded obediently and went to the kitchen.
Meera got up, still feeling the wetness between her legs from last night’s messages. She went into the bathroom, took a quick bath, and came out wrapped in a small white towel that barely covered her breasts and reached just below her ass.
She looked around the room. Chotu was not there. She called out softly, “Chotu?”
He came from the kitchen holding a cup of tea. The moment he saw her in just the towel, his eyes widened. He quickly turned his face away.
“Sorry didi…” he mumbled.
Meera shrugged casually, feeling a strange boldness.
“There is nothing more left for you to see from my body, Chotu. You have already seen everything,” she said with a playful smirk.
Chotu blushed but stayed turned away.
Meera continued, “Today is my off day. I need to go for some shopping. Get me clothes from the wardrobe.”
Chotu went to the cupboard and picked a simple cream kurti and white leggings. He handed them to her without looking.
Meera took the clothes and teased him again.
“You want me to go without bra and panties as well?” she asked mischievously.
Chotu’s ears turned red. “No didi… I am sorry.”
Meera laughed softly. “Okay, go out now. Let me change.”
Chotu walked out of the bedroom but didn’t close the door completely. Meera noticed it but didn’t say anything. She let the door stay slightly open.
She stood facing away from the door and slowly removed her towel. Her completely naked body was now visible through the gap. Her heavy breasts hung freely, dark nipples stiff in the morning air. Her round ass and smooth pussy were clearly on display.
She looked sideways towards the door. Chotu was standing in the living room, deliberately looking away, trying to be respectful. Meera smiled to herself. She felt strangely safe and playful with him.
She first picked up the new black lace panty and bent forward to step into it. Her ass pushed out beautifully as she pulled the panty up her thighs. The thin lace settled tightly over her pussy, the back string disappearing between her ass cheeks.
Then she wore the matching black lace bra. She hooked it at the back, adjusting her breasts inside the cups. The bra pushed them up, creating deep, tempting cleavage.
Finally, she wore the cream kurti and white leggings. The leggings were slightly transparent, hugging her thighs and ass snugly.
She came out fully dressed and saw Chotu still standing respectfully, looking away.
“You can turn now, Tarzan,” she teased.

[shaalu_re]

Chotu had messaged her that he couldn’t leave the shop because his boss was out.
Meera: It’s okay Chotu. I’ll go alone. I’ll send you pictures of whatever I try. You help me choose
Chotu: Please didi… send clear photos. I will help you choose  ?
Meera smiled and left for the nearby mall.
She spent nearly two hours in the women’s ethnic and western section. She selected several beautiful frocks and dresses that came till her knees — elegant, modest, yet stylish. She took them into the spacious changing room.
One by one, she tried them on.
First was a soft lavender knee-length frock with a modest neckline. She took a mirror selfie and sent it to Chotu.
Chotu: Didi this looks very nice… but a little loose on your chest. Your boobs deserve better fitting ?
Meera blushed and tried the next one — a peach-colored A-line frock.
Meera: How is this?
Chotu: Wow! This one is perfect. It hugs your waist nicely and your boobs look so round and beautiful in it. Buy this one definitely.
She smiled and tried two more. Chotu kept giving honest but naughty feedback:
Chotu: This green one makes your ass look so juicy when you turn.
Chotu: The blue one is good but I can see your bra straps. You should wear the new black lace one with it.
Meera felt a strange thrill sending him photos from the changing room. She was slowly getting comfortable showing herself to him.
As a bonus, she picked up a short black mini dress that ended mid-thigh. It was tight, sleeveless, and had a deep V-neck. She tried it on and sent the photo.
Chotu’s reply came instantly:
Chotu: Didi… OMG ? This one is fire! Your legs look so long and sexy. Your boobs are looking amazing in that neckline. Please buy this also. I want to see you in this dress.
Meera laughed softly and added the mini dress to her purchases.
After paying, she walked out of the store feeling happy and confident with her bags. As she was heading towards the exit, she suddenly saw Navya sitting alone in the food court area, looking tired.
“Navya!” Meera called out.
Navya looked up and gave a weak smile. They sat together and ordered coffee.Navya started to talk about office. She was talking about the work and other general things. But Meera could see some tension on her face.
“How are you, Navya? You look a little low today,” Meera asked gently.
Navya hesitated, then sighed deeply.
“Meera… I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
She lowered her voice.
“Ajmal sir… he has been exploiting me. At first it was just extra work. Then he started demanding I dress bolder for client meetings. Now… he wants more. I have no choice. If I refuse, he threatens to ruin my career. You have no idea what I have to do to keepup. He makes me do these things.”
Meera’s eyes widened in shock and sympathy. She held Navya’s hand.
“I’m so sorry, Navya. That’s horrible. Can’t you complain to Shankar sir?”
Navya gave a bitter smile.
“Shankar sir is good person but doesn’t interfere. Ajmal has too much power in operations. Vikram sir thinks Shankar is not capable so put Ajmal to watch and help Shankar. So he acts like he owns him”

“Meera… I need to tell you something,” Navya said, lowering her voice. “There’s a reason Shankar sir is keeping Ajmal completely out of the ANAAVARAN project.”
Meera listened carefully.
“Ajmal is desperate to know what’s happening inside this project. If Shankar successfully launches ANAAVARAN and makes it big, Vikram sir might start seeing Shankar as more capable. Right now, Ajmal controls most operations. But if this project succeeds, Shankar could gain real power. That’s why Shankar is working so hard on it — and why he’s keeping everything secret from Ajmal.”
Navya sighed.
“He used to flirt with me a lot before. Now he’s completely focused on this project. He barely notices anyone.”
Meera nodded slowly. She now understood why the atmosphere in the office felt so charged. The ANAAVARAN project wasn’t just another product line — it was a power struggle.

The next day at the office, Shankar called Meera into his cabin early.
“Meera, today we have a photoshoot for the ANAAVARAN campaign. I want you to come with me and observe. You’ll be helping with the coordination.”
Meera felt a flutter of nervousness but agreed.
Shankar took her to a large studio on the 9th floor. The moment they entered, Meera’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned red.
The studio was filled with bright lights, cameras, and nearly a dozen beautiful models in various stages of undress. Some were wearing only bras and panties — delicate lace sets, sheer babydolls, and tiny thongs. A few were completely topless, casually adjusting their hair or makeup while makeup artists worked on them. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and hairspray.
Meera felt extremely shy. She had never seen so many women almost naked in one place. Her eyes kept darting away, but everywhere she looked, there were models posing, laughing, and changing clothes openly.
Shankar noticed her discomfort and smiled gently.
“It’s normal here, Meera. This is part of the business.”
One of the lead models, a tall, confident girl named Priya, walked up to them wearing only a black lace bra and matching thong. Her body was toned and flawless. She smiled at Shankar and then at Meera.
“Sir, shall we start with the red set?” she asked casually.
Shankar nodded. “Yes. Meera, stand here and help with the notes.”
Meera was watching the shoot she saw a lady come running to her. She started to speak in very authoritative way. Why are you so late, and why are you in your clothes. Remove your dress quick quick. Meera doesnot know what to respond. The lady shouted go and change to bra and panties . Shankar intervened and said she is not model she is our staff. the lady said sorry and left. Shnakr said she cannot be blamed you have a killer fugure

During the shoot, several models posed with Shankar for reference shots. One girl, wearing only a sheer white babydoll that was completely see-through, stood beside Shankar and Meera for a group shot. Her breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Another model in just a red bra and panty leaned against Meera’s shoulder playfully while the photographer clicked.
Meera stood frozen, feeling completely out of place. Her face was burning. She could see every curve, every nipple, every smooth pussy outline through the tiny pieces of lingerie. The models moved around so confidently, laughing and chatting as if being half-naked was completely normal.
Shankar, on the other hand, was completely focused and professional, giving instructions to the photographer and models.

The following week, Meera’s role at Blue Blooming became more intense. Shankar started involving her directly in the ANAAVARAN project. She spent most of her time in meetings, reviewing designs, and coordinating with the marketing team. The office environment, once intimidating, was slowly becoming familiar — but never comfortable.
One afternoon, Shankar called her into the studio again. Another photoshoot was underway. This time, the theme was “Sensual Everyday” — models in lace bras, sheer camisoles, and tiny thongs posing as if in daily life situations. Meera stood quietly in the corner, taking notes, but her eyes kept drifting to the models.
A tall, confident model named Riya was wearing only a transparent black lace bra and a matching thong. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. When the photographer asked her to arch her back, Riya did it effortlessly, pushing her breasts forward. Meera felt a strange mix of embarrassment and fascination.
Shankar noticed her discomfort and whispered, “You’ll get used to it, Meera. Beauty sells. And you have a good eye for it.”
Then the photographer suggested  for a look with her bra unhooked Riya posed for that. Meera helped in adjusting Riya's bra according to photographer. Meera made sure nothing more was visible as she felt to protect another girls modesty. The photographer then said to take a pic with bra removed and asked her keep hands closed for the panty pic. Meera helped her to remove the bra. Meera stood between Riya and photographer and Shankar so both men cannot see her nipple. Riya posed for phot with cupping her boobs then with some flowers. Photographer said good. Meera was very eagerly watching to make sure no oops moment for Riya. Shankar was observing this protective nature of Meera. He smiled at the care she was giving. Photographer told Riya bravo good shots you are done and he clapped for her so did Shankar also and Meera followed. Riya gave a smile and she too lifted her hand and clapped for the photographer. Riya was standing just in panties with her soft tender boobs in openly visible for everyone. Meera's mouth opened in awe she was trying to protect her modesty. Shankar couldnot control his laughter. Meera understood the teasing in her smile. She felt shy and stood next to Shankar. Shankar then called Riya to come, she came and stood topless in just in panties next to Shankar and Meera. Shankar introduced Riya to Meera they both shook hand. Riya then asked for a photo with Shankar he said yes and asked Meera to join . Riya took the photo, when taking photo she took it in an angle her naked boobs were not visible but her entire naked shoulder visible. Riya gave a hug to both Shankar and Meera and left for dress change.
She went back home she messaged these incidents with Chotu as well. He to made fun of her. Ajay had reached home he came with a bag some goodies which Meera didn't understand what they were for.
Ajay, meanwhile, was becoming more attentive at home — but only because of his mission. He asked, “So… how is the ANAAVARAN project going? Any big launches coming up?”
Meera told him whatever she knew innocently — meetings, photoshoots, design changes. Ajay listened carefully, storing every detail. He was slowly building a picture through his wife without her realizing it.
She then told what Navya had told her. She didn't tell anything about Navya's dress and braless incidents. She only told him about the power struggles there in the office. How ANAAVARAN can help Shankar to raise infront of Vikram and also Meera can get a bigger place. AJay encouraged her and said give more dedication and be very critical. He told her to be more effective she should understand what is happening around in her companies which will help her to make better decisions. She listened carefully to Ajay but not knowing he is using her to get more information about ZALIDUS corp and Vikram.

[shaalu_re]

Over the next few days, the office atmosphere became noticeably charged. The ANAAVARAN project was moving forward in full swing, and everyone could feel the silent power struggle between Shankar and Ajmal.
Ajmal, who had always controlled most operations, was now being deliberately kept out of the loop on the new lingerie brand. This frustrated him deeply. He began to see Meera as the easiest way to get information.
He started finding excuses to interact with her. One morning, he walked into her cabin with a file.
“Meera, can you check these numbers for me?” he asked, leaning over her desk a little too closely. His eyes openly drifted to her boobs, lingering on the soft swell of her boobs under her dress through the gap around her neck.
Meera felt uncomfortable but remained polite. She quickly reviewed the file and gave her feedback. Ajmal was impressed.
“You are a very quick learner,” he said, smiling. “I think you would be much more useful in my team than being a PA. Why don’t you speak to Shankar about shifting?”
Meera smiled nervously. “Thank you, sir. But I am comfortable where I am.”
Ajmal didn’t give up easily. Over the next few days, he kept calling her for small tasks, complimenting her work excessively, and even offering her coffee. His stares at her boobs and ass became more obvious. Meera always remained professional, giving short answers and finding ways to excuse herself quickly.
Shankar noticed everything.
He appreciated how intelligently Meera avoided Ajmal’s traps without creating any drama. One afternoon, after Ajmal had left her cabin, Shankar called her in.
“Meera, I saw how you handled Ajmal,” he said with a small smile. “You are smart. You know when to speak and when to stay silent. I like that.”
Meera felt a strange sense of pride mixed with nervousness.
A few days later, Shankar accidentally left his key to his shelf at desk. Shankar was on a conference call with Ajmal and Vikram and he lets out he forgot the key at desk. Ajmal realising this is the best time decided to walk in to Shankar's cabin. Meera being vigilant she also walked inside with Ajmal and she found the key which had fallen on the floor. She picked that up quickly put inside her bra. Ajmal who always used to stare at her boobs missed this important information and he didn't get the key. In few minutes Shankar reached office he saw Ajmal walking out the room he checked his secret cctv to realise how Meera has hided the key inside her bra. He asked her for key. She turned the other way and got the key from her bra and handed it over. He felt key was like hot iron. He asked he you have a pocket inside you dress, she said no sir I just improvised. Shankar said lucky key . What sir ?? Shankar said Lucky that I got my key back.

Shankar was happy with her loyalty.
“Meera, from today you are my trusted aide on this project,” he told her privately. “You will report only to me. No one else — especially not Ajmal. Understood?”
Meera nodded, feeling both honored and slightly scared by the responsibility.
Later that week, Mrs. Rekha returned with the revised bra designs. Shankar called Meera into the room for her opinions, Ajmal was not liking how Meera is becoming number 2 in company slowly.
Rekha laid out several new samples. 
Meera felt a strange sense of importance. For the first time, she realized Shankar truly valued her opinion — not just her looks. Rekha asked any further suggestions Shankar said what about adding a pocket for bra. Rekha asked what ?? Shankar replied may be to keep keys or coins such things. Rekha said who keeps keys and coins in bra. Shankar replied "you really dont know the real purposes". Meera understood what he is referring to.


Meanwhile, Ajay had been working quietly on his secret mission. He had travelled to a contact in another city and obtained advanced spyware tools — programs that could hack into laptops, phones, and office networks without leaving obvious traces. He installed monitoring tool on his own laptop and kept the rest hidden, waiting for the right moment to use them as he knows he may get a window od opportunity.

The next day at the office, tension was already in the air. Ajmal already got a sense that Shankar is on a mission to establish as a right hand to Vikram. Since he being the brother Vikram is gonna trust him and Ajmal will be out. All the powers he enjoys will be gone. He somehow wanted to get into this new project so that if it fails he can say if Ajmal was involved earlier he could have saved and incase if it goes success it is because of Ajmal. He was ready with plan.

During the morning conference meeting, Ajmal announced confidently, “I will support Shankar during the upcoming investor presentation for the ANAAVARAN brand.”
Shankar, who was sitting at the head of the table, immediately shook his head.
“No. I don’t need your assistance on this, you have better things to take care of. I can work with Meera to be my support person for the entire presentation.”.
The room went silent.
Ajmal’s face turned red with anger. He had expected Shankar to agree without question. He slammed his hand on the table.
“What nonsense is this?” Ajmal shouted. “You are good for nothing, Shankar! You are sitting in that chair only because of your brother Vikram. I give more value to him than to you. Without him, you are zero!”
Shankar stayed calm, but his eyes were cold.
Ajmal then turned his fury towards Meera, who was sitting quietly taking notes.
“And you!” he screamed, pointing at her. “You bitch has no place here! You know nothing about product marking or operations. What value are you adding to this innerwear brand?. Your only quality is that you wear a bra on those big saggy boobs of yours. Maybe you can come to the conference and show everyone how the bra fits on your boobs! Is that why Shankar is promoting you?”
The entire room froze. Meera’s face went pale.
Ajmal continued viciously, not caring who was listening.
“What else do you offer him inside the cabin every day, huh? Do you open your blouse for him? Do you let him play with those hanging tits so that he makes you second in command? You think we don’t know? You are just a cheap slut who spread her legs to climb up!”
Meera sat there stunned, tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands trembled on the notepad. She felt completely humiliated in front of the entire team.
Navya looked shocked and angry but stayed silent, knowing better than to challenge Ajmal.
Shankar finally stood up, his voice firm but controlled.
“That’s enough, Ajmal. Meera will assist me in the presentation. End of discussion.”
Ajmal glared at both of them, then stormed out of the conference room, slamming the door behind him.
Meera sat there frozen, fighting back tears. The words “cheap slut”, “spread her legs”, and “hanging tits” kept ringing in her ears. She felt dirty and small.
Shankar looked at her gently.
“Meera, ignore him. He is just jealous. You are doing good work. Go take a break if you need.If we make this project successful then there is no turning back. I will run the whole place, I will not forget your helps you will be rewarded with bonuses for sure or whatever you need. Just ignore that prick for a couple of weeks more.”
Meera nodded weakly and excused herself. She went to the washroom, locked herself in a cubicle, and let the tears fall silently.

[shaalu_re]

Shankar was not a fool. He knew Ajmal very well. After the ugly scene in the conference room, he was certain that Ajmal would try to sabotage the upcoming investor presentation for the ANAAVARAN brand. He wanted to keep all important files safe.
That afternoon, he called Meera into his cabin.
“Meera, I need you to do something important,” he said, handing her a small black pendrive. “This contains the complete project action plans, the final presentation deck, and some confidential investor details. I want you to make final updates to the document tonight. Keep the original with you and bring it back tomorrow. Do not let anyone else see it — especially not Ajmal.”
Meera nodded seriously. “I’ll take care of it, sir.”. I will keep it in my bag safely, Shankar replied no not in your bag what if someone steels keep it with you. Meera understood he is being paranoid. She said she will keep it safely and she put it inside her bra. Shankar said I didn't mean that I meant in your pocket you silly.

When she reached home in the evening, Chotu was already waiting near her door with a packet of milk, as usual.
“Didi, you look tired today,” he said the moment he saw her face. “What happened in the office?”
Meera sighed and invited him inside. She told him everything — how Ajmal had shouted at her in front of everyone, calling her a “bitch”, a “cheap slut”, and accusing her of sleeping with Shankar to get the position. She even told him about the humiliating comments about her boobs.
Chotu’s face turned red with anger.
“That bastard! How dare he speak to you like that? He has no right to talk to my didi in such a cheap way. He is a rude, jealous man. Your boobs are not sagged at all, didi. They are perfect — full, round, and the best in the world.”
Meera’s cheeks burned. She looked at him in disbelief.
“Chee, Chotu! This is what you infer from that incident? How do you know they are the best?”
Chotu gave her an innocent yet naughty smile.
“Because I have seen them, na? That day during the water problem… I saw everything clearly. They are so beautiful and soft. I know what I saw.”
Meera felt extremely shy. She tried to hide her embarrassment with a scolding tone.
“You have seen only mine, right? Then how can you say mine is the best in the world?”
Chotu shrugged playfully.
“Because I have eyes, didi. And I have seen enough to know that no one can compete with you.”
Meera shook her head, smiling despite her shyness.
Didi I will give you 9 out of 10 for your boobs. Meera didn't want to entertain him today she has some work to do today for Shankar.
“Okay, enough of this. I have some work to do. You sit here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She went into the bedroom, brought the laptop and connected the pendrive to her laptop to make a backup copy.
The pendrive contained the complete project action plans and the final presentation deck for ANAAVARAN. There was also a folder named “Events”.
Out of curiosity, Chotu asked her, “Didi, what are you doing?”
Meera, wanting to quench his curiosity and also feeling a little playful, opened the “Events” folder and turned the laptop slightly so he could see the event photoes.
Inside were dozens of photos from various photoshoots. Most of them were of beautiful models posing in bras, panties, and lingerie of different styles. Some were quite revealing — models in sheer lace, push-up bras, and tiny thongs.
Chotu’s eyes widened. He moved closer to the screen, watching eagerly.
“Boys will be boys,” Meera thought with a small smile as she saw how excitedly he was staring at the pictures.
Then came a photo of Shankar and Meera posing together during one of the promotional shoots. Chotu smiled seeing his didi.
The next photo made both of them freeze.
It was a picture from the same event — Riya, a very pretty model, was standing topless between Shankar and another executive. Her boobs were fully exposed, firm and perky, with pink nipples. She was smiling confidently at the camera.
Chotu’s mouth fell open. He had a massive erection instantly.
Meera came back from the kitchen at that exact moment and saw the photo on the screen. She was shocked.
“Chotu! Close that!” she said, quickly minimizing the window.
But Chotu was too excited.
“Didi… was she fully naked in the photoshoot? She is so pretty! I would love to work in your company if there are such photoshoots.”
Meera felt a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement.
“You are such a naughty boy,” she scolded lightly. “Stop looking at those pictures like that.”
Chotu grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry didi… but tell me honestly — do you also have to pose like that for the brand?”
Meera’s face turned red.
“No! Of course not. I am just doing accounting and assisting work.”  .
She then asked him to leave and closed the door. 


Meera let Chotu leave after their charged conversation. She locked the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, her heart still racing. The way Chotu’s eyes had widened when he saw the topless photo of Riya kept replaying in her mind.
“Were his eyes this big when he saw my boobs that day?” she wondered. “Was he hard then? Did he get the same reaction looking at me?”
The thought made her feel strangely warm between her legs. She was about to walk back to the bedroom when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Meera’s heart jumped. She thought Chotu had come back for more teasing. A naughty little idea flashed in her mind — she wanted to see whether his eyes would become even bigger this time.
Quickly, she removed her kurti in one smooth motion and stood in just her black lace bra and leggings. She bunched the kurti into a ball and held it against her chest to cover her boobs partially. Taking a deep breath, she decided to open the door just a little, showing only her head, naked shoulders, and the top of her bra.
She opened the door slightly and peeked out with a playful smile, ready to tease.
To her shock, it was not Chotu.
It was Ajay.
Ajay stood there, eyes wide with surprise, staring at his wife’s bare shoulders and the black lace bra strap visible over them.
Meera froze. Her face turned pale.
“I… I saw you coming, that’s why I came to open the door in a hurry,” she stammered, trying to cover her embarrassment.
Ajay blinked, then a slow, tired smile appeared on his face.
“I know, my sexy wife,” he said, stepping inside. “You won’t show your naked boobs like this to anyone else.”
A huge sigh of relief escaped Meera. She had almost made a grave mistake. If it had been Chotu, things would have gone too far.
Ajay closed and locked the door behind him. Without warning, he took the bunched-up kurti from her hand and threw it casually onto the sofa.
Meera was now standing in front of him in just her black lace bra and leggings. Her heavy boobs were beautifully lifted and pushed together by the new bra, creating deep, tempting cleavage. The lace was semi-sheer, and the dark outline of her areolas was faintly visible.
Ajay’s eyes roamed over her body appreciatively.
“Nice bra you are wearing,” he said, his voice low. “You look pretty in it.”
Meera blushed. “It’s from the company… our new collection.”

“It’s our company’s bra. The new ANAAVARAN line.”
Ajay chuckled and walked further into the living room. Meera went to the kitchen to make tea for him, still wearing only the bra and leggings. Her boobs jiggled softly with every step.
While she was in the kitchen, Ajay noticed the laptop on the table. It was still on. He casually touched the trackpad, and the screen lit up.
The photo that appeared made his eyes widen.
It was the picture from the event — Shankar, Meera, and the topless model Riya posing together. Riya’s firm, perky boobs with pink nipples were clearly visible on the screen.
Ajay stared at the image, his gaze lingering on Riya’s bare boobs. Then his eyes moved to Meera in the photo, standing innocently beside her.
Meera came back from the kitchen carrying tea, still in just her bra and leggings.
“I kept the milk in the kitchen for tea,” she said casually.
Ajay looked up from the laptop, his expression unreadable.
“Why are you roaming around in just a bra?” he asked.
Meera shrugged, feeling bolder these days.
“First of all, it is my company bra. Second, my husband said I looked good in it few minutes earlier. So…”
Ajay gave a small laugh, but his eyes were dark.
“Haha… I think you look even better without it. So, will you roam topless for me?”
Meera felt a rush of adrenaline. She was more free and confident these days with everything happening around her. Without hesitation, she reached behind her back, unhooked the black lace bra, and let it fall to the floor.
Her heavy, beautiful boobs spilled out completely — full, round, with dark brown nipples already stiff in the cool air.
“Be mindful what you wish for,” she said softly, standing topless in front of him. “It may come true.”
Ajay’s eyes darkened with lust as he stared at his wife’s naked boobs. He stepped closer, cupped one boob in his hand, and squeezed it gently.
“You are becoming dangerous, Meera,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple.
Meera felt a thrill run through her body. She had almost opened the door topless for Chotu just minutes ago. Now she was standing half-naked in front of her husband.

[shaalu_re]

Meera stood topless in front of Ajay, her heavy, beautiful boobs fully exposed in the living room light. Her dark pink nipples were stiff from the cool air and the thrill of the moment. She felt bold, free, and strangely empowered.
But then she noticed where Ajay’s eyes had gone.
The laptop screen was still on. The photo of her standing beside the topless model Riya was clearly visible. Riya’s firm, perky boobs with pink nipples were on full display right next to Meera’s fully clothed figure in the picture.
Meera’s heart skipped. She quickly tried to explain.
“Ajay… that’s our model, Riya. It was after the photoshoot. Shankar sir asked me to join for a group photo. It was just for fun.”
Ajay remained surprisingly calm. He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes moving between the screen and his wife’s naked boobs.
“So… your products are invisible bras? Is that what she was posing with?” he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of teasing.
Meera shook her head, her bare boobs jiggling slightly with the movement.
“No… she was posing for a panty advertisement. The cameraman asked her to remove the bra for that particular shot to get the right look.”
Ajay’s lips curved into a slow smile.
“Oh… I wish I was the cameraman.”
Meera felt a rush of heat. She replied playfully, but with a hint of nervousness.
“You too?”
Ajay raised an eyebrow.
“‘Too’? Meaning what? Who else?”
Meera ignored the question, not wanting to bring up Chotu’s earlier comments. Instead, she asked boldly, her voice soft and sensual:
“Tell me honestly… who looks better topless? Me or her?”

Ajay’s gaze lingered on his wife’s bare boobs.“You have much better boobs, my dear,” he said, his thumb circling her hard nipple. “They are fuller, softer, and more natural. If they saw you naked, they would make you the main model, not her.”
Meera’s breath hitched. She felt her pussy throb at his words and touch.
“They already asked me,” she whispered.
Ajay’s hand froze on her boob. His tone changed slightly — sharper, more alert.
“Shankar asked you to be a bra model?”
Meera quickly clarified, her voice shaky but honest.
“Not sir… it was Rekha madam, the brand manager. She thought I was a model at first. Later she said if I was interested, she could give me some work.”
Ajay’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t let go of her boob. He continued squeezing it gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
“I told you na… you have better shape than her,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your boobs are perfect. So round… so heavy… so suckable.”
Meera moaned softly at his dirty compliment. She was getting wetter by the second.
The tea was ready. She turned to go to the kitchen, still completely topless. Her bare boobs swayed and bounced with every step. Ajay watched her walk away, admiring the way her ass moved inside the skirt and how her boobs jiggled freely.
When she returned with the tea, still topless.




Meera came back from the kitchen still completely topless. She had removed her leggings in kitchen to seduce Ajay, so she was now wearing only the new black panty. The delicate lace sat low on her hips, barely covering her smooth, shaved pussy. Her heavy boobs swayed freely with every step, dark nipples stiff and prominent.
Ajay’s eyes drank in the sight of his wife walking towards him almost naked.
She placed the tea cup on the table and bent down to set it properly. As she bent, her full, round boobs hung down heavily, swinging like two ripe mangoes. The soft undersides and dark pink areolas were clearly visible. Ajay could not control himself. He reached out and grabbed one boob firmly in his hand.
His fingers sank into the soft, warm flesh. He squeezed gently, then ran his palm over the entire curve, feeling every inch — the weight, the smoothness, the slight bounce. His thumb brushed over her hard nipple, circling it slowly.
Meera moaned softly at his touch.
But then Ajay’s fingers stopped at a faint red mark on the upper curve of her left boob.
“What happened here?” he asked, his voice suddenly sharper.
Meera looked down at the small red imprint.
“Oh… that’s because of the pendrive,” she said casually.
Ajay’s hand froze on her boob.
“Pendrive?”
Meera nodded, still enjoying his touch on her bare skin.
“When did you start putting pendrives inside your bra?” he asked, his tone soft.
“Yes. Shankar sir gave me his pendrive today. It has all the important project files and the presentation for ANAAVARAN. He asked me to keep it safe and make a backup at home. I didn’t have any pocket, so I just kept it inside my bra. It must have pressed against my skin the whole day.”
Ajay’s expression changed instantly. His hand was still cupping her naked boob, but his mind had shifted completely.

Meera tried to explain quickly, not wanting him to misunderstand.
“He didn’t ask me to put it inside my bra. He just said keep it safe. I thought keeping it in my bra would be the most secure place. Nobody has access there. I turned the other way when I put it in, so Shankar sir doesn’t even know I kept it there.”
She was speaking fast, trying to reassure him.
“Shankar is not even aware I kept it in my bra. I just wanted to keep the files safe…”
But Ajay was no longer listening to her explanations.
His eyes had grown bigger. His grip on her boob tightened unconsciously.
“Is this Shankar’s pendrive?” he asked, his voice low and intense.
Meera nodded, still trying to explain.
“Yes… it has the complete project plans and the investor presentation. I made a copy on my laptop too he wanted it be secure.. he is bit paranoid these days…”

She was standing almost naked in front of her husband — wearing only a tiny black lace panty, her boobs bare and being fondled — yet Ajay seemed far more excited about the pendrive than about her body.
A strange thought crossed her mind:
“His eyes became bigger when he heard about the pendrive than when he saw me topless… and his boner feels even harder now.”
She wondered silently — was her husband more interested in a pendrive than hot body?, men are strange.
Ajay pulled her closer, but his next question was not about her body.
“Where is the pendrive now?” he asked, his voice urgent.
Meera pointed towards the bedroom.
“On the table… connected to the laptop.”
Ajay’s hand finally left her boob. He stood up quickly, his erection clearly visible through his pants.
Meera stood there, half-naked and confused.