Update 08
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... then only he will continue to have interest in you and will not look at outside females... samajh rahi ho na mai kya bolna chahta hoon!
Me: Wo to mai samajh gayi Chacha-ji.... par... par... mera matlab kaise?
I myself paved the way for the elderly man to make inroads into my privacy!
Chacha-ji: Apne roop se! Apne shringaar se! Apne paridhan se! Aur kya? Har jagah thodi thodi tabdili karti raho... jaise tum abhi sari apni navi ke neeche pehen rahi ho... just like that!
I could sense what Chacha-ji was trying to indicate but was unable to conclude what more I could do!
Me: Aap hi mujhe help kijiye... mere to samajh me nehi aa raha hai ke mai aur kya kar sakti hoon?
Chacha-ji: Bahut kuch kar sakti hoo Beti... bahut kuch! You are a bomb baby!
This was the first time Chacha-ji called me “baby” and I realized that he could call me like that as our relation was getting more and more open. I obviously did not like the way he called me “baby” and I indeed felt like cheap woman. I had to object.
Me: Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... mujhe aise sambodhit mat kijiye!
Chacha-ji: Kaise?
Me: Wohi jo aap abhi bola?
Chahca-ji: Bomb? Par Beti... you should feel proud that even after having two sons you have such a nice, tight and attractive figure!
Me: Nehi nehi.,. wo nehi...
Chacha-ji: Fir? You did not like me calling you ‘baby’?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... mujhe... mera matlab... bahut cheap feel hua!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... ye sach hai ke mard-log aiyashi ke time me ladkiyo ko ‘baby’ bolke pukarte hai... par maine to... mera matlab... maine to uss hisab se tumhe nehi bulaya Beti... umm... firbhi agar tumhe bura laga... I am sorry Beti...
Chacha-ji’s words were so believable and influential that my anger/irritation evaporated immediately!
Me: Nehi nehi... are... sorry mat boliye Chacha-ji... aap mujhse itne bade hai... mujhe kharab lagega... actually wo word se mujhe...
Chacha-ji: Mai... mai samajh sakta hoon Beti! Mai dhyan rakhungi....
Me: Okay Chacha-ji... mere khayal ke Ram aane se pehle aap mujhe bata dijiye aage mujhe kya karna hai...
Chacha-ji: Thik... thik! Jo mai tab kehne ja raha tha Beti... Ram aur durse mard mei ek buniyadi fark hai jo tumhe yaad rakhna padega... Ram ek sadya-jawan ladka hai aur usse tum asani se halki si sharir pradarshan karke lubha sakti ho... jisme tumhe koi jokhim nehi uthana padhega...
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... mai samajh sakti hoon... jokhim ka jo baat aap bol rahe hain!
Chacha-ji: Exactly... kiyu ki Ram sadya-jawan hai... uske liye tumhari thodi si sharir pradarshan bahut hai... aur wo usme utsahit rahega aur gandi kitabe nehi padhega... par dusre mard to waise nehi honge naa... unke samne tum sharir pradarshan karogi to woh to tumhe all-time choddne ki mauke dhundega! Hai na?
Me (naturally feeling shy): Ji...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye tum bejhijak apni jawani ka istemal karo apne jawan bête ko apne control mei rakhne ke liye... kabhi ye mat sochna ke kuch galat ho sakta hai... ke Ram tumhe choddne ki kosish karega... Ram ka sanskar waisa nehi hai!
Me: Chi chi... aisi baat to mai sapne me bhi soch nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji: Exactly... Ram waisa ladka hai hi nehi! Par usse sahi roop se jawani ka path padhane ka dawitwo to hai apne upar?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Uss disha mei tumhari pehli kadam hogi... tumhari adhunikta!
Me: Apka matlab hai... paridhan ki adhunikta?
Chacha-ji: Exactly Beti! Ye jo tum hameisha ghar mei conservative kapde pehenti ho uss mei badlaw lana padhega... and you have yourself seen that one small alteration worked so nicely on your son!
Me (nodding): Ji... wo to mai maanti hoon!
Chacha-ji: Fir der kis baat ki Beti? Ya to kuch naye kapde kharido ya fir darzi ke paas jao aur apne kadpe alter karo modern hisab se jisme I am sure tum aur aur manmohak lagogi!
Me: Chacha-ji... aap to bhali bhati jante hai apni arthik stithi... Vinay ke factory mei lagatar lockout... Ram ki padhai ka kharcha... upar se Harpal ke liye baby food... apka kiraya...
Chacha-ji: Beti... Beti! Apni samasya ki baat bolne se uska hal to nehi hoga! You must find an alternate way to reach your goal... isn’t it? Ram ko sudharna hamare liye sab se abasyak kam hai...manti ho ke nehi?
Chacha-ji’s patience and counseling power was easily overriding my thinking powers and I was briskly falling into his trap!
Me: Bilkul Chacha-ji... iss mei koi shak ki gunjaish hi nehi!
Chacha-ji: That’s like a true mother speaking!
I smiled and felt pretty contended not knowing what exactly was his plan!
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum wo Beauty Ladies Tailor ke pass jati ho na... apni blouse wagera silwane ke liye?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... par abhi nehi jati hoon uske paas... itna rate badha diye hai k kya batayen! Filhal to mai Haria se kaam chala rahi hoon (smiled) ...jab tak koi cheap tailor na mil jaye!
Chacha-ji: Are ye dekho! Mai to uss Haria ka baat bhul hi gaya tha... wo to ladies tailor mei hi pehle kaam karta tha! Ha ha ha... ye to aise ho gaya ke ghar mei chora aur bazar mei dhindora!
Me (smiling): Chacha-ji... misaal to thik se dijiye... ghar mei chora aur sheher mei dhindora!
Chacha-ji: Right, right! Par beti wo thik se kar pata hai? Bahut din huye usse wo ladies tailor ke kaam chorr-e huye...
Me: Abhi tak to thik se hi kam kiya hai... maine usse ghar ke curtains... apni petticoat... umm... aur Ram ke shirt aur pant silwane di thi... did okay with them.
Chacha-ji: Great! Tab to bahut achha hai... usse bullata hoon! H-a-r...
Me: Wait, wait Chacha-ji...
Saying that I involuntarily threw my arm to close his mouth to stop him calling the servant. And in reality my palm literally covered his open mouth and I could feel his warm thick lips on my soft palm. Chacha-ji must have enjoyed that as I felt when I was about to take off my palm off his lips, he as if tried to kiss my soft palm! Though I might be wrong but the pressing of his lips on my palm indicated me as if like that!
Chacha-ji: Kya... kya hua Beti?!?
Me: Chacha-ji.. aap jo Haria ko bula rahe hain... aap soche hai usse kya bolenge?
Chacha-ji: Kiyu? Tum kuch kapde alter karna chahti ho iss liye... simple!
Me: Kya simple Chacha-ji? Kya alter karna hai? Kaise karna hai? Wo sab baat bhi to hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo sab tum mujhpe chor do! Tum sirf mere ha mei ha milati raho... that’s all! Mai hoon na!
I was honestly very confused about what to alter and how to look modern, but Chacha-ji as usual seemed utterly confident!
H-a-r-i-a... H-a-r-i-a... H-a-r-i-a... Kaha March gaya re! Aaa... H-a-r-i-a!
Haria: Ji Malik... aya...
Within seconds the servant was inside the room and I momentarily felt tight as I remembered how I exposed in my sleepy state my milky breast in front of him a couple of days back!
Chacha-ji: Kaha rehta hai?
Me: Sanju baba ko baitha ke guard deke aya...
As he entered the room I noticed that Haria was continuously scratching his crotch – a trademark of these low class people! I hate that! He did not have the sense that a woman was present in the room and was able to see his dirty act – who cares! He was just openly rubbing his dick inside his lungi while he talked.
Chacha-ji: Okay.... chal thik hai... ab bata... tera jo silayi machine hai.. wo chalta hai thik se ke bigad gaya hai?
Haria: Chalta hai Malik! Bilkul chalta hai!
Chahca-ji: Good... ab sun... teri Bhabi-ji ko thoda madad ki zaroorat hai...
Haria: Hukum Bhabi-ji... boliye na!
He looked at my eyes and smiled indicatively as if trying to remind me what treasure he had peeped into the other day! His eyes were slipping off my face down my neck into my big tight boobs.
Me: Ha... err... mera matlab... kuch ek.. mera matlab...
I was honestly searching for words as I was looking at him where he was looking! Chacha-ji quickly intervened and came to my rescue.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti sharmao mat... Haria to ghar ka adami hai... usse kya sharmana! Are teri Bhabi-ji bol rahi thi ke iss garmi mei sara din ghar ke kaam-kaj karna... khana pakana... bartan dhona... upar se Harpal to ghadi ghdai doodh pilana... yes ab karte karte wo hamesha pasina pasina hoti rehti hai...
Haria: Garmi to bahut hai iss saal Malik... ye dekhiye na abhi 10 minute hua hai nahaya hoon... aur ye dekhiye.... sala ye baniyan pura bhig gaya hai pasina se!
Chacha-ji: Wohi to... aur peechle kuch dino se teri Bhabi-ji ko iss garmi aur pasina se sharir mei kuch rash bhi nikal aaye...
Haria: Are Malik... ye sali garmi ke waje se to dopeher ko mai baniyan khol ke rakhta hoon...
Haria often used the roadside language while conversing with Chacha-ji and I had noted that prior also. Chacha-ji never objected to that and hence he continued to use that now in front of me also. Though it was hurting my ears but I had to adjust to it.
Chacha-ji: Aur jaise ke tu janta hai ke teri Bhabi-ji ghar mei zyadatar sari hi pehenti hai... to wo chahti hai ke kuch agar alter ho sakta hai blouse, petticoat ya sari mei... taki wo iss garmi se bach sake!
Haria: Achha achha... to iss mei kaun si badi baat hai! (turning towards me now) Chinta mat karo Bhabi-ji... mai alter kar dunga apki sari, blouse aur petticoat...
Chacha-ji: Ha wohi... iss garmi mei badan zyada dhaki hui rahti hai naa... to rash nikal aaya hoga!
Haria: Ho jayega Malik... (turning again towards me) ... Aur Bhabi-ji aap chahe to iss garmi mei sari ke siwa aur kuch bhi halka sa pehen sakti hai... usse bhi aapko kafi aaram milega... Sirf aap mujhe thik thik bata dijiyega ke appko kaisa chahiye... to main silwa ke doonga aapko..
Chacha-ji: Are tujhe to iss liye hi bulaye hain!
Haria: Ha Malik... wo to thik hai... par mai kehna chahta hoon ke... jab mai ladies tailor mei kam karta tha aur koi aurat blouse, ghagra, choli, nighty ya slip silwane aati thi... wo aurat mujhe bol deti thi ke ye itna chota rakhho, yaha badan itna dikhni chayiye, ye thoda aur bada rakhho... wagera wagera... wohi mai keh raha hoon ke Bhabi-ji agar...
Chacha-ji: Are mere bhai... wo sab jab naye kapde silwaye jate hai... tab hota hai... yaha sirf purani kapdo ko alter karne ki baat hai...
Haria: Kiyu Malik? Nayi kiyu nehi ban sakte?
Chacha-ji: Abe Shah Jahan ke aulad... naye kapde ke paisa kya tera baap dega!
I could not refrain myself from laughing loud the way Chacha-ji spoke to his servant and Chacha-ji also was smiling. Haria though did not find anything amusing.
Haria: Par Malik wohi to mai keh raha hoon... naye kapde ki to zaroorat hi nehi hai... nayi dress fir bhi ban sakte hai!
Chacha-ji: Wo kaise?
Myself and Chacha-ji were both keen and eager to know that.
Haria: Are Mailik.... meri khubi to wohi hai ke mai kapde jorke ya purani koi kapde se katke bilkul dusri cheez silwa sakta hoon!
Chacha-ji: O! Wah! Lo Beti! Ye to tumhare liye aur bhi achhi baat hai... tum ab nayi kism ke dress bhi pehen sakti ho… sirf sari ya nighty mei khud ko limit mat karo!
I was also quite excited listening to this, but was wondering how he would do it! Honestly in these hot summer months wearing a sari at home all the time at times becomes a very sweaty affair and if I could wear something light and decent (of course not so transparent like my nighties) it would not be a bad idea!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... ye to bahut achhi baat hai! (turning to Haria) Par Haria... ye kaise sambhab hai?
Haria: Asaan hai Bhabi-ji... mai jab ladies tailor mei kam karta tha to waha ka jo Master darzi the.... wo mujhe sikhaye the ke kaise purani bedcover, chunri, sari, lungi... aur to aur chaddi aur baniyan se bhi kapde leke ek naya dress ban sakta hai...
I was quite astonished to hear that.
Haria: Maan lo Bhabi-ji ke aap ko ek ghagra silwana hai par apke pas naye kapde nehi hai... aap ke pas agar ek purani lungi ya bedcover hogi... to mai uss se kapde katke mai ghagra bana sakta hoon!
Me: Wow!
Haria: Ha par… par ek muskil hai...
Me: Kya? Wo itni achhi nehi dikhegi kiyu ki kapde jorke banaya gaya hai?
Haria: Bilkul Bhabi-ji... aap bilkul sahi pakde! Aap wo pehen ke bahar nehi ja sakti ho... par ghar me aaap aram se wo pehen sakti ho!
Chacha-ji: Are Haria… tere Bhabi-ji ko kaun sa party mei party queen ban ke jana hain... ghar me pehen ne ka hi to baat hai...bahar ka koi mard ko lubhane ke liye thodi wo yes ab pehenna chahti hai... wo to apne...
Me: Chacha-ji!
I had to stop him as he was revealing all the truth to the servant! Thankfully Chacha-ji was smart enough to timely cover it.
Chacha-ji: Err... wo to apne ghar mei garmi se bachne ke liye halka aur adhunik paridhan ke khoj mei hai!
Haria: Achha achhha! Tab to Malik koi samasya hi nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Good… to ab jaldi se bata... iss garmi se bachne ke liye.... teri Bhabi-ji ghar mei kya pehen sakti hai… kuch alter-walter karke kuch help kiya ja sakta hai?
Haria now looked at me as if trying to assess what I could wear at home! He was again scratching his dick as he ogled at my fleshy contours. I naturally felt a bit embarrassed as his eyes roved on my voluptuous figure.
Haria: Dekhiye Malik… pehli do cheez jo mujhe lagta hai ke asani se alter ho sakta hai… wo hai Bhabi-ji ke blouse aur petticoat... (now turning towards me) … aap sari bhi pehen paogi aur araam bhi hogi!
Me: Yes, mai sari me hi comfortable hoon.
Haria: Wo to thik hai Bhabi-ji... par aap khud hi dekhiye... apki armpit kitni sweaty hai iss blouse mei…
As he said that automatically Chacha-ji also started inspecting my armpit area and with two adult males scrutinizing my sweaty armpit I felt extremely snubbed and ashamed. As I looked down my shoulders I found a big round patch of sweat on my blouse at the armpit area which was visible rather clearly. In fact due to the thin fabric and tight fitting of my blouse and my sweaty armpit my fair armpit skin and hairs were also somewhat visible to them!
I was naturally not in a position to react to Haria’s comment, but my elderly landlord surely was!
Chacha-ji: Beti ek bar apni left arm zara upar karna… dekhe to sahi kitna sweaty hai tumhari armpit iss blouse mei… to kya hai naa... we can check after Haria’s altering… whether you are sweating less or not... He he he....
I got so irritated by the laugh that I turned my face from him. I indeed felt extremely humiliated to raise my left arm in front of two males to show my sweaty armpit! But I had no other option also but to obey Chacha-ji’s tame demand. He was much elder to me, almost like my father, and I could not just turn down his request. It would be very rude if I did that especially when he was halping me so much to help reform my son!
I did not waste time as both males were ogling at me and slowly raised my left arm to show them my blouse-covered armpit. Naturally as I raised my arm the side of my left breast got fully exposed and both Haria and Chacha-ji got a great opportunity to assess the exact size and firmness of my blouse-covered boobs under my pallu!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti… thik hai… maine note kar liya hai… tum haat niche karo.
I quickly put down my arm and was much naturally relieved, but I noted the low class man was now again rubbing his cock inside his lungi probably seeing me do the sexy act.
Chacha-ji: To tu blouse aur petticoat alter karne ki baat kar raha hai... Hmm... par… mera matlab Haria… tu kya kehna chahta hai ke... choti blouse pehene se teri Bhabi-ji ko garmi kam lagegi?
Haria: Malik baat choti blouse ki nehi hai… choti aur tight blouse me to aur uncomfortable feel karengi Bhabi-ji aur zahir hai sweating bhi zyada hogi…
Chacha-ji: Hmm... then?
Haria: Yaha Malik baat hai cutting aur fitting ki… agar sahi cutting aur fitting pehna jaye to Bhabi-ji ko araam bhi milegi aur garmi bhi kam hogi! Dekh lena Bhabi-ji!
The last sentence was directed to me and hence I had to nod. I was feeling quite annoyed the way Chacha-ji directly suggested Haria for a smaller blouse for me!
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti... ek baat to hai... agar nayi style ki blouse hogi to khud ko tum beshak aurr akarshak paogi!
He indicated through his eyes to me that the modification would help our cause to keep Ram focused on my bodily treasures. I understood what he meant and just nodded him back subtly so that Haria did not detect our moves.
Chacha-ji: Okay Haria.... kal baat karte hai iss bare mei... abhi tu upar ja... kiyu ki Sanju akela hai kafi der se...
I was much relived because I was getting tensed as it was time for Ram to return and I obviously did not want to discuss all these dress related issues in front of my son.
Haria: Ji... ji Malik... mai jata hoon... (turning towards me) Bhabi-ji... aap bilkul befikar rahiye... mai apki blouse, petticoat aur sari alter kar donga... aur iss bich aap ek kam kar sakti hai... kuch ek apni purani nighty petticoat, blouse... jo aap reject kar chuki hai... wo nikal ke rakhiye...
Chacha-ji: Are thik hai... thik hai... teri Bhabi-ji tere liye sab kuch nikal ke rakhengi... blouse, petticoat, bra, panty... jo bhi purani hai... par abhi tu upar ja mere bhai!
Haria: Ji ... ji Malik!
Haria hurried away and Chacha-ji looked smiling at me. Though I felt somewhat offended as he mentioned “bra and panty” to the servant, but did not mind much as I recognized that he probably mentioned that while talking in a flow.
Chacha-ji: Ram ka ane ka waqt ho raha hai... iss liye...
Me: Are Chacha-ji mai bhi to thoda tanaw feel kar rahi thi... Ram ke ane ka waqt jo ho gaya hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti wo baat mere dhyan me bhi hai! Aur bata Beti… meri ye garmi wali reason kaise lagi? There will be absolutely no suspicion in Haria’s mind considering the summer heat that is there now... and simultaneously apna kaam bhi ho jayega!
Me: Aaap bahut acche soche hai Chacha-ji… Haria ko koi shaq nehi hoga…
I was so foolishly getting inside the trap unknowingly! Just then I could hear Ram’s footsteps and he rushed in with two packets of cooked noodles. Chacha-ji talked to him regarding his homework and some other points and what he should keep prepared for his next day’s tuition class and then went upstairs. I also got busy with household work as it was close to dinner time.
Next day things went smooth – my husband went out very early in the morning, Ram also went to college and I also fed my baby and completed all other works when I heard Chacha-ji calling me.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Khana wana complete?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: What about Harpal?
Me: He just got into sleep after feeding.
Chacha-ji: Great! Shall I call Haria then? No use wasting time I guess...
Me: Yes Chacha-ji... bula lijiye.
Today since I knew that Haria and Chacha-ji both would be in my room for a significant period of time I was wearing my undergarments under my sari so that I did not look indecent because staying before two males within the close proximity of a room without wearing a bra would surely mean allowing unnecessary ogling at my swaying bra-less mammaries; especially knowing that my mammaries were big and heavy.
Nonetheless, if Chacha-ji was only there it was still okay, but with that low class servant Haria present, I surely would not like to invite any thing which would lead me in an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation.
Since it was just after lunch Chacha-ji was wearing a banyan and a lungi while the servant was in a short shirt and half pant. Honestly the very appearance of Haira irritated me as he entered the room behind Chacha-ji - the half pant he was wearing was extremely short and was not good enough to wear in front of outside people, especially a woman! Not only was his half pant short which forced me to have a look at his naked hairy legs but also it was scanty and tight which clearly indicated his genital prominence! Naturally as a woman and especially a married woman my eyes were getting diverted towards it and I was naturally not 100% comfortable as I could subtly see and sense his bulging manhood!
Me: Baithiye Chacha-ji…
I forwarded a chair to him and he accepted it. Haria stood beside his chair with a plastic carry bag in his hand.
Chacha-ji: Beti, have you taken the trouble… I mean taking out the old clothes… that he was talking about yesterday?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Kaha hai?
Me: Waha Chacha-ji… bistar ke bagal mei…
Chacha-ji: (pointing to Haria): Ja… dekh le ...
Haira walked towards the side of the cot and picked up the small bundle that I had kept and placed it in front of Chacha-ji who was sitting on the chair. Haria himself sat on the floor and this time seeing his crotch my mouth almost opened up in exclamation – in this sitting posture the impression of his thick dick inside his pant was quite clear to me!
Chacha-ji: Dekh le kaun si cheez tujhe kaam agega aur kaun si nehi?
Haria: Ji Malik!
He at the very first place rejected the old bedcover with which I tied the bundle.
Haria: Ye to bahut thick hai Bhabi-ji… ye quality ke kapda nehi chalta hai ladies dress mei.. koi patli si chaddar nehi hai?
Me: Nehi...
Chacha-ji: Chal… aage dekh…
Haria: Ha… ye do kaam ayega…
Saying that he picked up and lifted two of my old petticoats, one yellow and one light blue in front of us. Again I was feeling tight as he displayed my inner garments.
Haria: Ye bhi kaam ayaga Bhabi-ji…
He now picked a couple of my old blouses.
Haria: Par iske to…
He paused as he inspected one blouse.
Chacha-ji: Kya hua?
Haria: Nehi… kapda to thik hai blouse ka… par… ye kaise ho sakta hai?
Chacha-ji: Are kya kaise ho sakta hai?
Haria ignored his master’s question and looked up at me.
Haria: Ye aap pehle peheti thi na Bhabi-ji?
Me: Obviously! Mere hi hai!
Haria (still quite amazed): Aap ye peheti thi?
Chacha-ji (was naturally a bit impatient): Abe sale baat kya hai wo bol na?
Haria: Are Malik… ye blouse mei to ek bhi hook nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: What?
Haria (forwarded the blouse to Chacha-ji): Dekhiye na!
Unlike Haria who was like an expert tailor holding the shoulder of the blouse and checking it, Chacha-ji held the blouse wrongly and grabbed the two cups of the blouse and tried to inspect it.
Naturally I was feeling extremely embarrassed; I was cursing myself that I should have noticed that while selecting it for Haria that there was no hooks in it! Was the low class man thinking that I used to wear that blouse like that without hooks and shamelessly flaunted my upper treasures! Was he getting a wrong impression about me and thinking me to be cheap? I had to defend myself.
Me: Err… actually… uske hooks toot gaye the… matlab… wo maine doosri blouse mei use kar li thi…
Both males looked at me for some seconds as if I was trying to tell a lie!
Chacha-ji: Kahi aisa to nehi Beti... ke apne Vinay Sahab to vash mei laane ke liye tum ye bina hook ke blouse pehenti thi uske samne?
My face was immediately red and I looked down and could only whsiper “Chacha-ji! Aap naa!”
Chacha-ji (restoring the situation for me): Are mai to mazak kar raha hoon!
Haria: Mai to Bhabi-ji thoda dubidha mei padh gaya tha ye sochke ke aap bina hooks ke ye blouse kaise pehnti hogi ghar mei! Mai itne din ladies tailor me kaam kiya... aisa blouse ka order kabhi nehi mil-e!
Chacha-ji (imitating Haria): Aise blouse ka order kabhi nehi mil-e! Ab pata chala Beti? Kyu ise mai awwal number ka idiot kehta hoon? Shirt without buttons, blouse without hooks aur petticoat without a string hota hai kabhi? Sala ladies tailor mei kaam karta tha!
I could not stop giggling the way Chacha-ji rebuked Haria. He himself was also smiling.
Chacha-ji: Chal, chal aage dekh… aur kya tere kaam ka hai?
Haria discarded two of Ram’s old shirts and half pants, but selected my nighty, probably he was looking for softer clothes as he would sew a ladies dress.
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aise nighty aur nehi hai?
Me: Nehi… purane to aur nehi hai…
Haria: Ek bhi nehi? Actually nighty mei kapda zyada milta hai Bhaba-ji… aur ye nighty ke kapde kafi patla aur naram bhi hai... ye jab mai aapki nayi dress mei use karoonga aap ko bhi bahut aram milega... iss liye bol raha tha!
I nodded negatively but just then my eyes met with Chacha-ji and he indicated me something through his eyes which I was not able to understand.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti… uss din tum bata rahi thi naa… Ram tumhari kaun si ek nighty galti se bartan wali ko de di thi… kali wali…remember kali wali…
I instantly realized what Chacha-ji wanted to say. I did mention to him that one day Ram had hugged me more intimately than other days and even pressed my boobs while I was wearing my black nighty and Chacha-ji explained to me that it was surely due to the extra transparency of that black nighty that Ram was charged up!
Me: Oh! Yes, yes … you are right Chacha-ji! I have one more spare… Haria.. just wait!
I quickly went to the wardrobe and opened it and bent down to search for that black nighty. As I did that naturally my pallu slipped off my shoulder and since I was at home I was naturally not using a safety pin also. I did not care to put back my pallu on my shoulder as I was not facing the two males and continued to search for my black nighty.
Haria: Mila kya Bhabi-ji? Mai madat karu?
I was simply shocked and froze as I heard Haria’s voice so close! He had come up to me from his previous siting position and was standing right behind me and when I looked up I instantly noted that his eyes were peeping inside my pallu-less blouse! I was providing him a free fabulous view of my creamy boob flesh and cleavage abundantly exposed! I immediately restored my pallu to cover my upper treasures though my conventional U-neck blouse by that time had already provided him with a gala show of my big firm breasts.
Me: Nehi nehi… mil gaya!
Haria: Okay Bhabi-ji…mujhe laga ke aap ko bina waja taqlif karni pad rahi hai…
Me: Nehi nehi... thik hai... ye lo!
I stood up and handed over my black nighty to him. He went back to his old position near Chacha-ji’s chair and opened my nighty and hung it in front of his eyes to check the content. I was already somewhat anxious about the low class man peeping inside my blouse moments ago and now both males were eagerly inspecting the extent of transparency of my black nighty!
Haria: Wah Bhabi-ji… ye to aur bhi behetar hai…bilkul aar-par dikhta hai…kapde bahut unda quality ka hai!
I did not say anything and just smiled foolishly; I was definitely feeling tentative as Haria clearly mentioned about my nighty’s transparency while checking the fabric underlining the fact that my nighty was see through. I could not meet eyes with either Haria or Chacha-ji. I could well realize that Haria in a way highlighted my boldness to wear that!
From the corner of my eyes I noted that both males were checking my figure as they inspected my nighty and probably wondered how hot and sexy I would look wearing it on my voluptuous figure! I blushed subtly within myself.
Chacha-ji: To Haria… isse tera kaam hoga ke nehi?
Haria: Bilkul hoga Malik… par mujhe nayi dress silwane mei jodne ke time kuch chote cut piece kapde bhi chahiye hoga… wo to nehi mil-e!
Chacha-ji: Wo kiss liye?
Haria: Jo Malik stitching ko mazboooti pradan karta hai… nehi to stitching toot jayaga naa… iss liye kuch ek cut piece kapde to chahiye…
Chacha-ji: Cut piece kapde bole to?
Me: Wo to mai samajh gayi Chacha-ji.... par... par... mera matlab kaise?
I myself paved the way for the elderly man to make inroads into my privacy!
Chacha-ji: Apne roop se! Apne shringaar se! Apne paridhan se! Aur kya? Har jagah thodi thodi tabdili karti raho... jaise tum abhi sari apni navi ke neeche pehen rahi ho... just like that!
I could sense what Chacha-ji was trying to indicate but was unable to conclude what more I could do!
Me: Aap hi mujhe help kijiye... mere to samajh me nehi aa raha hai ke mai aur kya kar sakti hoon?
Chacha-ji: Bahut kuch kar sakti hoo Beti... bahut kuch! You are a bomb baby!
This was the first time Chacha-ji called me “baby” and I realized that he could call me like that as our relation was getting more and more open. I obviously did not like the way he called me “baby” and I indeed felt like cheap woman. I had to object.
Me: Chacha-ji... err... mera matlab... mujhe aise sambodhit mat kijiye!
Chacha-ji: Kaise?
Me: Wohi jo aap abhi bola?
Chahca-ji: Bomb? Par Beti... you should feel proud that even after having two sons you have such a nice, tight and attractive figure!
Me: Nehi nehi.,. wo nehi...
Chacha-ji: Fir? You did not like me calling you ‘baby’?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... mujhe... mera matlab... bahut cheap feel hua!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... ye sach hai ke mard-log aiyashi ke time me ladkiyo ko ‘baby’ bolke pukarte hai... par maine to... mera matlab... maine to uss hisab se tumhe nehi bulaya Beti... umm... firbhi agar tumhe bura laga... I am sorry Beti...
Chacha-ji’s words were so believable and influential that my anger/irritation evaporated immediately!
Me: Nehi nehi... are... sorry mat boliye Chacha-ji... aap mujhse itne bade hai... mujhe kharab lagega... actually wo word se mujhe...
Chacha-ji: Mai... mai samajh sakta hoon Beti! Mai dhyan rakhungi....
Me: Okay Chacha-ji... mere khayal ke Ram aane se pehle aap mujhe bata dijiye aage mujhe kya karna hai...
Chacha-ji: Thik... thik! Jo mai tab kehne ja raha tha Beti... Ram aur durse mard mei ek buniyadi fark hai jo tumhe yaad rakhna padega... Ram ek sadya-jawan ladka hai aur usse tum asani se halki si sharir pradarshan karke lubha sakti ho... jisme tumhe koi jokhim nehi uthana padhega...
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... mai samajh sakti hoon... jokhim ka jo baat aap bol rahe hain!
Chacha-ji: Exactly... kiyu ki Ram sadya-jawan hai... uske liye tumhari thodi si sharir pradarshan bahut hai... aur wo usme utsahit rahega aur gandi kitabe nehi padhega... par dusre mard to waise nehi honge naa... unke samne tum sharir pradarshan karogi to woh to tumhe all-time choddne ki mauke dhundega! Hai na?
Me (naturally feeling shy): Ji...
Chacha-ji: Iss liye tum bejhijak apni jawani ka istemal karo apne jawan bête ko apne control mei rakhne ke liye... kabhi ye mat sochna ke kuch galat ho sakta hai... ke Ram tumhe choddne ki kosish karega... Ram ka sanskar waisa nehi hai!
Me: Chi chi... aisi baat to mai sapne me bhi soch nehi sakti!
Chacha-ji: Exactly... Ram waisa ladka hai hi nehi! Par usse sahi roop se jawani ka path padhane ka dawitwo to hai apne upar?
Me: Ji...
Chacha-ji: Uss disha mei tumhari pehli kadam hogi... tumhari adhunikta!
Me: Apka matlab hai... paridhan ki adhunikta?
Chacha-ji: Exactly Beti! Ye jo tum hameisha ghar mei conservative kapde pehenti ho uss mei badlaw lana padhega... and you have yourself seen that one small alteration worked so nicely on your son!
Me (nodding): Ji... wo to mai maanti hoon!
Chacha-ji: Fir der kis baat ki Beti? Ya to kuch naye kapde kharido ya fir darzi ke paas jao aur apne kadpe alter karo modern hisab se jisme I am sure tum aur aur manmohak lagogi!
Me: Chacha-ji... aap to bhali bhati jante hai apni arthik stithi... Vinay ke factory mei lagatar lockout... Ram ki padhai ka kharcha... upar se Harpal ke liye baby food... apka kiraya...
Chacha-ji: Beti... Beti! Apni samasya ki baat bolne se uska hal to nehi hoga! You must find an alternate way to reach your goal... isn’t it? Ram ko sudharna hamare liye sab se abasyak kam hai...manti ho ke nehi?
Chacha-ji’s patience and counseling power was easily overriding my thinking powers and I was briskly falling into his trap!
Me: Bilkul Chacha-ji... iss mei koi shak ki gunjaish hi nehi!
Chacha-ji: That’s like a true mother speaking!
I smiled and felt pretty contended not knowing what exactly was his plan!
Chacha-ji: Beti... tum wo Beauty Ladies Tailor ke pass jati ho na... apni blouse wagera silwane ke liye?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... par abhi nehi jati hoon uske paas... itna rate badha diye hai k kya batayen! Filhal to mai Haria se kaam chala rahi hoon (smiled) ...jab tak koi cheap tailor na mil jaye!
Chacha-ji: Are ye dekho! Mai to uss Haria ka baat bhul hi gaya tha... wo to ladies tailor mei hi pehle kaam karta tha! Ha ha ha... ye to aise ho gaya ke ghar mei chora aur bazar mei dhindora!
Me (smiling): Chacha-ji... misaal to thik se dijiye... ghar mei chora aur sheher mei dhindora!
Chacha-ji: Right, right! Par beti wo thik se kar pata hai? Bahut din huye usse wo ladies tailor ke kaam chorr-e huye...
Me: Abhi tak to thik se hi kam kiya hai... maine usse ghar ke curtains... apni petticoat... umm... aur Ram ke shirt aur pant silwane di thi... did okay with them.
Chacha-ji: Great! Tab to bahut achha hai... usse bullata hoon! H-a-r...
Me: Wait, wait Chacha-ji...
Saying that I involuntarily threw my arm to close his mouth to stop him calling the servant. And in reality my palm literally covered his open mouth and I could feel his warm thick lips on my soft palm. Chacha-ji must have enjoyed that as I felt when I was about to take off my palm off his lips, he as if tried to kiss my soft palm! Though I might be wrong but the pressing of his lips on my palm indicated me as if like that!
Chacha-ji: Kya... kya hua Beti?!?
Me: Chacha-ji.. aap jo Haria ko bula rahe hain... aap soche hai usse kya bolenge?
Chacha-ji: Kiyu? Tum kuch kapde alter karna chahti ho iss liye... simple!
Me: Kya simple Chacha-ji? Kya alter karna hai? Kaise karna hai? Wo sab baat bhi to hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... wo sab tum mujhpe chor do! Tum sirf mere ha mei ha milati raho... that’s all! Mai hoon na!
I was honestly very confused about what to alter and how to look modern, but Chacha-ji as usual seemed utterly confident!
H-a-r-i-a... H-a-r-i-a... H-a-r-i-a... Kaha March gaya re! Aaa... H-a-r-i-a!
Haria: Ji Malik... aya...
Within seconds the servant was inside the room and I momentarily felt tight as I remembered how I exposed in my sleepy state my milky breast in front of him a couple of days back!
Chacha-ji: Kaha rehta hai?
Me: Sanju baba ko baitha ke guard deke aya...
As he entered the room I noticed that Haria was continuously scratching his crotch – a trademark of these low class people! I hate that! He did not have the sense that a woman was present in the room and was able to see his dirty act – who cares! He was just openly rubbing his dick inside his lungi while he talked.
Chacha-ji: Okay.... chal thik hai... ab bata... tera jo silayi machine hai.. wo chalta hai thik se ke bigad gaya hai?
Haria: Chalta hai Malik! Bilkul chalta hai!
Chahca-ji: Good... ab sun... teri Bhabi-ji ko thoda madad ki zaroorat hai...
Haria: Hukum Bhabi-ji... boliye na!
He looked at my eyes and smiled indicatively as if trying to remind me what treasure he had peeped into the other day! His eyes were slipping off my face down my neck into my big tight boobs.
Me: Ha... err... mera matlab... kuch ek.. mera matlab...
I was honestly searching for words as I was looking at him where he was looking! Chacha-ji quickly intervened and came to my rescue.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti sharmao mat... Haria to ghar ka adami hai... usse kya sharmana! Are teri Bhabi-ji bol rahi thi ke iss garmi mei sara din ghar ke kaam-kaj karna... khana pakana... bartan dhona... upar se Harpal to ghadi ghdai doodh pilana... yes ab karte karte wo hamesha pasina pasina hoti rehti hai...
Haria: Garmi to bahut hai iss saal Malik... ye dekhiye na abhi 10 minute hua hai nahaya hoon... aur ye dekhiye.... sala ye baniyan pura bhig gaya hai pasina se!
Chacha-ji: Wohi to... aur peechle kuch dino se teri Bhabi-ji ko iss garmi aur pasina se sharir mei kuch rash bhi nikal aaye...
Haria: Are Malik... ye sali garmi ke waje se to dopeher ko mai baniyan khol ke rakhta hoon...
Haria often used the roadside language while conversing with Chacha-ji and I had noted that prior also. Chacha-ji never objected to that and hence he continued to use that now in front of me also. Though it was hurting my ears but I had to adjust to it.
Chacha-ji: Aur jaise ke tu janta hai ke teri Bhabi-ji ghar mei zyadatar sari hi pehenti hai... to wo chahti hai ke kuch agar alter ho sakta hai blouse, petticoat ya sari mei... taki wo iss garmi se bach sake!
Haria: Achha achha... to iss mei kaun si badi baat hai! (turning towards me now) Chinta mat karo Bhabi-ji... mai alter kar dunga apki sari, blouse aur petticoat...
Chacha-ji: Ha wohi... iss garmi mei badan zyada dhaki hui rahti hai naa... to rash nikal aaya hoga!
Haria: Ho jayega Malik... (turning again towards me) ... Aur Bhabi-ji aap chahe to iss garmi mei sari ke siwa aur kuch bhi halka sa pehen sakti hai... usse bhi aapko kafi aaram milega... Sirf aap mujhe thik thik bata dijiyega ke appko kaisa chahiye... to main silwa ke doonga aapko..
Chacha-ji: Are tujhe to iss liye hi bulaye hain!
Haria: Ha Malik... wo to thik hai... par mai kehna chahta hoon ke... jab mai ladies tailor mei kam karta tha aur koi aurat blouse, ghagra, choli, nighty ya slip silwane aati thi... wo aurat mujhe bol deti thi ke ye itna chota rakhho, yaha badan itna dikhni chayiye, ye thoda aur bada rakhho... wagera wagera... wohi mai keh raha hoon ke Bhabi-ji agar...
Chacha-ji: Are mere bhai... wo sab jab naye kapde silwaye jate hai... tab hota hai... yaha sirf purani kapdo ko alter karne ki baat hai...
Haria: Kiyu Malik? Nayi kiyu nehi ban sakte?
Chacha-ji: Abe Shah Jahan ke aulad... naye kapde ke paisa kya tera baap dega!
I could not refrain myself from laughing loud the way Chacha-ji spoke to his servant and Chacha-ji also was smiling. Haria though did not find anything amusing.
Haria: Par Malik wohi to mai keh raha hoon... naye kapde ki to zaroorat hi nehi hai... nayi dress fir bhi ban sakte hai!
Chacha-ji: Wo kaise?
Myself and Chacha-ji were both keen and eager to know that.
Haria: Are Mailik.... meri khubi to wohi hai ke mai kapde jorke ya purani koi kapde se katke bilkul dusri cheez silwa sakta hoon!
Chacha-ji: O! Wah! Lo Beti! Ye to tumhare liye aur bhi achhi baat hai... tum ab nayi kism ke dress bhi pehen sakti ho… sirf sari ya nighty mei khud ko limit mat karo!
I was also quite excited listening to this, but was wondering how he would do it! Honestly in these hot summer months wearing a sari at home all the time at times becomes a very sweaty affair and if I could wear something light and decent (of course not so transparent like my nighties) it would not be a bad idea!
Me: Ji Chacha-ji... ye to bahut achhi baat hai! (turning to Haria) Par Haria... ye kaise sambhab hai?
Haria: Asaan hai Bhabi-ji... mai jab ladies tailor mei kam karta tha to waha ka jo Master darzi the.... wo mujhe sikhaye the ke kaise purani bedcover, chunri, sari, lungi... aur to aur chaddi aur baniyan se bhi kapde leke ek naya dress ban sakta hai...
I was quite astonished to hear that.
Haria: Maan lo Bhabi-ji ke aap ko ek ghagra silwana hai par apke pas naye kapde nehi hai... aap ke pas agar ek purani lungi ya bedcover hogi... to mai uss se kapde katke mai ghagra bana sakta hoon!
Me: Wow!
Haria: Ha par… par ek muskil hai...
Me: Kya? Wo itni achhi nehi dikhegi kiyu ki kapde jorke banaya gaya hai?
Haria: Bilkul Bhabi-ji... aap bilkul sahi pakde! Aap wo pehen ke bahar nehi ja sakti ho... par ghar me aaap aram se wo pehen sakti ho!
Chacha-ji: Are Haria… tere Bhabi-ji ko kaun sa party mei party queen ban ke jana hain... ghar me pehen ne ka hi to baat hai...bahar ka koi mard ko lubhane ke liye thodi wo yes ab pehenna chahti hai... wo to apne...
Me: Chacha-ji!
I had to stop him as he was revealing all the truth to the servant! Thankfully Chacha-ji was smart enough to timely cover it.
Chacha-ji: Err... wo to apne ghar mei garmi se bachne ke liye halka aur adhunik paridhan ke khoj mei hai!
Haria: Achha achhha! Tab to Malik koi samasya hi nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: Good… to ab jaldi se bata... iss garmi se bachne ke liye.... teri Bhabi-ji ghar mei kya pehen sakti hai… kuch alter-walter karke kuch help kiya ja sakta hai?
Haria now looked at me as if trying to assess what I could wear at home! He was again scratching his dick as he ogled at my fleshy contours. I naturally felt a bit embarrassed as his eyes roved on my voluptuous figure.
Haria: Dekhiye Malik… pehli do cheez jo mujhe lagta hai ke asani se alter ho sakta hai… wo hai Bhabi-ji ke blouse aur petticoat... (now turning towards me) … aap sari bhi pehen paogi aur araam bhi hogi!
Me: Yes, mai sari me hi comfortable hoon.
Haria: Wo to thik hai Bhabi-ji... par aap khud hi dekhiye... apki armpit kitni sweaty hai iss blouse mei…
As he said that automatically Chacha-ji also started inspecting my armpit area and with two adult males scrutinizing my sweaty armpit I felt extremely snubbed and ashamed. As I looked down my shoulders I found a big round patch of sweat on my blouse at the armpit area which was visible rather clearly. In fact due to the thin fabric and tight fitting of my blouse and my sweaty armpit my fair armpit skin and hairs were also somewhat visible to them!
I was naturally not in a position to react to Haria’s comment, but my elderly landlord surely was!
Chacha-ji: Beti ek bar apni left arm zara upar karna… dekhe to sahi kitna sweaty hai tumhari armpit iss blouse mei… to kya hai naa... we can check after Haria’s altering… whether you are sweating less or not... He he he....
I got so irritated by the laugh that I turned my face from him. I indeed felt extremely humiliated to raise my left arm in front of two males to show my sweaty armpit! But I had no other option also but to obey Chacha-ji’s tame demand. He was much elder to me, almost like my father, and I could not just turn down his request. It would be very rude if I did that especially when he was halping me so much to help reform my son!
I did not waste time as both males were ogling at me and slowly raised my left arm to show them my blouse-covered armpit. Naturally as I raised my arm the side of my left breast got fully exposed and both Haria and Chacha-ji got a great opportunity to assess the exact size and firmness of my blouse-covered boobs under my pallu!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti… thik hai… maine note kar liya hai… tum haat niche karo.
I quickly put down my arm and was much naturally relieved, but I noted the low class man was now again rubbing his cock inside his lungi probably seeing me do the sexy act.
Chacha-ji: To tu blouse aur petticoat alter karne ki baat kar raha hai... Hmm... par… mera matlab Haria… tu kya kehna chahta hai ke... choti blouse pehene se teri Bhabi-ji ko garmi kam lagegi?
Haria: Malik baat choti blouse ki nehi hai… choti aur tight blouse me to aur uncomfortable feel karengi Bhabi-ji aur zahir hai sweating bhi zyada hogi…
Chacha-ji: Hmm... then?
Haria: Yaha Malik baat hai cutting aur fitting ki… agar sahi cutting aur fitting pehna jaye to Bhabi-ji ko araam bhi milegi aur garmi bhi kam hogi! Dekh lena Bhabi-ji!
The last sentence was directed to me and hence I had to nod. I was feeling quite annoyed the way Chacha-ji directly suggested Haria for a smaller blouse for me!
Chacha-ji: Dekh Beti... ek baat to hai... agar nayi style ki blouse hogi to khud ko tum beshak aurr akarshak paogi!
He indicated through his eyes to me that the modification would help our cause to keep Ram focused on my bodily treasures. I understood what he meant and just nodded him back subtly so that Haria did not detect our moves.
Chacha-ji: Okay Haria.... kal baat karte hai iss bare mei... abhi tu upar ja... kiyu ki Sanju akela hai kafi der se...
I was much relived because I was getting tensed as it was time for Ram to return and I obviously did not want to discuss all these dress related issues in front of my son.
Haria: Ji... ji Malik... mai jata hoon... (turning towards me) Bhabi-ji... aap bilkul befikar rahiye... mai apki blouse, petticoat aur sari alter kar donga... aur iss bich aap ek kam kar sakti hai... kuch ek apni purani nighty petticoat, blouse... jo aap reject kar chuki hai... wo nikal ke rakhiye...
Chacha-ji: Are thik hai... thik hai... teri Bhabi-ji tere liye sab kuch nikal ke rakhengi... blouse, petticoat, bra, panty... jo bhi purani hai... par abhi tu upar ja mere bhai!
Haria: Ji ... ji Malik!
Haria hurried away and Chacha-ji looked smiling at me. Though I felt somewhat offended as he mentioned “bra and panty” to the servant, but did not mind much as I recognized that he probably mentioned that while talking in a flow.
Chacha-ji: Ram ka ane ka waqt ho raha hai... iss liye...
Me: Are Chacha-ji mai bhi to thoda tanaw feel kar rahi thi... Ram ke ane ka waqt jo ho gaya hai...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti wo baat mere dhyan me bhi hai! Aur bata Beti… meri ye garmi wali reason kaise lagi? There will be absolutely no suspicion in Haria’s mind considering the summer heat that is there now... and simultaneously apna kaam bhi ho jayega!
Me: Aaap bahut acche soche hai Chacha-ji… Haria ko koi shaq nehi hoga…
I was so foolishly getting inside the trap unknowingly! Just then I could hear Ram’s footsteps and he rushed in with two packets of cooked noodles. Chacha-ji talked to him regarding his homework and some other points and what he should keep prepared for his next day’s tuition class and then went upstairs. I also got busy with household work as it was close to dinner time.
Next day things went smooth – my husband went out very early in the morning, Ram also went to college and I also fed my baby and completed all other works when I heard Chacha-ji calling me.
Me: Ji Chacha-ji?
Chacha-ji: Khana wana complete?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: What about Harpal?
Me: He just got into sleep after feeding.
Chacha-ji: Great! Shall I call Haria then? No use wasting time I guess...
Me: Yes Chacha-ji... bula lijiye.
Today since I knew that Haria and Chacha-ji both would be in my room for a significant period of time I was wearing my undergarments under my sari so that I did not look indecent because staying before two males within the close proximity of a room without wearing a bra would surely mean allowing unnecessary ogling at my swaying bra-less mammaries; especially knowing that my mammaries were big and heavy.
Nonetheless, if Chacha-ji was only there it was still okay, but with that low class servant Haria present, I surely would not like to invite any thing which would lead me in an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation.
Since it was just after lunch Chacha-ji was wearing a banyan and a lungi while the servant was in a short shirt and half pant. Honestly the very appearance of Haira irritated me as he entered the room behind Chacha-ji - the half pant he was wearing was extremely short and was not good enough to wear in front of outside people, especially a woman! Not only was his half pant short which forced me to have a look at his naked hairy legs but also it was scanty and tight which clearly indicated his genital prominence! Naturally as a woman and especially a married woman my eyes were getting diverted towards it and I was naturally not 100% comfortable as I could subtly see and sense his bulging manhood!
Me: Baithiye Chacha-ji…
I forwarded a chair to him and he accepted it. Haria stood beside his chair with a plastic carry bag in his hand.
Chacha-ji: Beti, have you taken the trouble… I mean taking out the old clothes… that he was talking about yesterday?
Me: Ji Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: Kaha hai?
Me: Waha Chacha-ji… bistar ke bagal mei…
Chacha-ji: (pointing to Haria): Ja… dekh le ...
Haira walked towards the side of the cot and picked up the small bundle that I had kept and placed it in front of Chacha-ji who was sitting on the chair. Haria himself sat on the floor and this time seeing his crotch my mouth almost opened up in exclamation – in this sitting posture the impression of his thick dick inside his pant was quite clear to me!
Chacha-ji: Dekh le kaun si cheez tujhe kaam agega aur kaun si nehi?
Haria: Ji Malik!
He at the very first place rejected the old bedcover with which I tied the bundle.
Haria: Ye to bahut thick hai Bhabi-ji… ye quality ke kapda nehi chalta hai ladies dress mei.. koi patli si chaddar nehi hai?
Me: Nehi...
Chacha-ji: Chal… aage dekh…
Haria: Ha… ye do kaam ayega…
Saying that he picked up and lifted two of my old petticoats, one yellow and one light blue in front of us. Again I was feeling tight as he displayed my inner garments.
Haria: Ye bhi kaam ayaga Bhabi-ji…
He now picked a couple of my old blouses.
Haria: Par iske to…
He paused as he inspected one blouse.
Chacha-ji: Kya hua?
Haria: Nehi… kapda to thik hai blouse ka… par… ye kaise ho sakta hai?
Chacha-ji: Are kya kaise ho sakta hai?
Haria ignored his master’s question and looked up at me.
Haria: Ye aap pehle peheti thi na Bhabi-ji?
Me: Obviously! Mere hi hai!
Haria (still quite amazed): Aap ye peheti thi?
Chacha-ji (was naturally a bit impatient): Abe sale baat kya hai wo bol na?
Haria: Are Malik… ye blouse mei to ek bhi hook nehi hai!
Chacha-ji: What?
Haria (forwarded the blouse to Chacha-ji): Dekhiye na!
Unlike Haria who was like an expert tailor holding the shoulder of the blouse and checking it, Chacha-ji held the blouse wrongly and grabbed the two cups of the blouse and tried to inspect it.
Naturally I was feeling extremely embarrassed; I was cursing myself that I should have noticed that while selecting it for Haria that there was no hooks in it! Was the low class man thinking that I used to wear that blouse like that without hooks and shamelessly flaunted my upper treasures! Was he getting a wrong impression about me and thinking me to be cheap? I had to defend myself.
Me: Err… actually… uske hooks toot gaye the… matlab… wo maine doosri blouse mei use kar li thi…
Both males looked at me for some seconds as if I was trying to tell a lie!
Chacha-ji: Kahi aisa to nehi Beti... ke apne Vinay Sahab to vash mei laane ke liye tum ye bina hook ke blouse pehenti thi uske samne?
My face was immediately red and I looked down and could only whsiper “Chacha-ji! Aap naa!”
Chacha-ji (restoring the situation for me): Are mai to mazak kar raha hoon!
Haria: Mai to Bhabi-ji thoda dubidha mei padh gaya tha ye sochke ke aap bina hooks ke ye blouse kaise pehnti hogi ghar mei! Mai itne din ladies tailor me kaam kiya... aisa blouse ka order kabhi nehi mil-e!
Chacha-ji (imitating Haria): Aise blouse ka order kabhi nehi mil-e! Ab pata chala Beti? Kyu ise mai awwal number ka idiot kehta hoon? Shirt without buttons, blouse without hooks aur petticoat without a string hota hai kabhi? Sala ladies tailor mei kaam karta tha!
I could not stop giggling the way Chacha-ji rebuked Haria. He himself was also smiling.
Chacha-ji: Chal, chal aage dekh… aur kya tere kaam ka hai?
Haria discarded two of Ram’s old shirts and half pants, but selected my nighty, probably he was looking for softer clothes as he would sew a ladies dress.
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aise nighty aur nehi hai?
Me: Nehi… purane to aur nehi hai…
Haria: Ek bhi nehi? Actually nighty mei kapda zyada milta hai Bhaba-ji… aur ye nighty ke kapde kafi patla aur naram bhi hai... ye jab mai aapki nayi dress mei use karoonga aap ko bhi bahut aram milega... iss liye bol raha tha!
I nodded negatively but just then my eyes met with Chacha-ji and he indicated me something through his eyes which I was not able to understand.
Chacha-ji: Are Beti… uss din tum bata rahi thi naa… Ram tumhari kaun si ek nighty galti se bartan wali ko de di thi… kali wali…remember kali wali…
I instantly realized what Chacha-ji wanted to say. I did mention to him that one day Ram had hugged me more intimately than other days and even pressed my boobs while I was wearing my black nighty and Chacha-ji explained to me that it was surely due to the extra transparency of that black nighty that Ram was charged up!
Me: Oh! Yes, yes … you are right Chacha-ji! I have one more spare… Haria.. just wait!
I quickly went to the wardrobe and opened it and bent down to search for that black nighty. As I did that naturally my pallu slipped off my shoulder and since I was at home I was naturally not using a safety pin also. I did not care to put back my pallu on my shoulder as I was not facing the two males and continued to search for my black nighty.
Haria: Mila kya Bhabi-ji? Mai madat karu?
I was simply shocked and froze as I heard Haria’s voice so close! He had come up to me from his previous siting position and was standing right behind me and when I looked up I instantly noted that his eyes were peeping inside my pallu-less blouse! I was providing him a free fabulous view of my creamy boob flesh and cleavage abundantly exposed! I immediately restored my pallu to cover my upper treasures though my conventional U-neck blouse by that time had already provided him with a gala show of my big firm breasts.
Me: Nehi nehi… mil gaya!
Haria: Okay Bhabi-ji…mujhe laga ke aap ko bina waja taqlif karni pad rahi hai…
Me: Nehi nehi... thik hai... ye lo!
I stood up and handed over my black nighty to him. He went back to his old position near Chacha-ji’s chair and opened my nighty and hung it in front of his eyes to check the content. I was already somewhat anxious about the low class man peeping inside my blouse moments ago and now both males were eagerly inspecting the extent of transparency of my black nighty!
Haria: Wah Bhabi-ji… ye to aur bhi behetar hai…bilkul aar-par dikhta hai…kapde bahut unda quality ka hai!
I did not say anything and just smiled foolishly; I was definitely feeling tentative as Haria clearly mentioned about my nighty’s transparency while checking the fabric underlining the fact that my nighty was see through. I could not meet eyes with either Haria or Chacha-ji. I could well realize that Haria in a way highlighted my boldness to wear that!
From the corner of my eyes I noted that both males were checking my figure as they inspected my nighty and probably wondered how hot and sexy I would look wearing it on my voluptuous figure! I blushed subtly within myself.
Chacha-ji: To Haria… isse tera kaam hoga ke nehi?
Haria: Bilkul hoga Malik… par mujhe nayi dress silwane mei jodne ke time kuch chote cut piece kapde bhi chahiye hoga… wo to nehi mil-e!
Chacha-ji: Wo kiss liye?
Haria: Jo Malik stitching ko mazboooti pradan karta hai… nehi to stitching toot jayaga naa… iss liye kuch ek cut piece kapde to chahiye…
Chacha-ji: Cut piece kapde bole to?
