He smiled and pulled
me into a warm embrace.
The moment I rested
against him, his hand slid gently along my back before settling at my ass crack
over the soft folds of my saree. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the
quiet comfort of being in his arms.
"Thank
you," I whispered.He smiled.
"But I'm still
not ready to forgive you," I added, looking up at him. "You are very
far rough with me and please be gentle next time.”
A guilty smile
appeared on his face when I said next time.
"I know,"
he admitted. "but this is how man behaves with wife on bed and though you
might be man, but for me you are my wife & lady, you will get adjusted to
this soon or you need to get adjusted. You have no choice dear.”
Together we walked
to the kitchen, where the cook had already finished serving himself.
"I thought you
both might be late," he said politely before leaving. I understood his
point and kept quite.
I tucked my pallu
neatly at my waist and began arranging lunch on the dining table. Manoj sat
quietly, watching me with a smile that made me feel strangely shy.
"Don't just
stare," I teased. "At least pour the water."
"Yes,
ma'am," he replied with a grin.
We enjoyed a simple
lunch together, exchanging smiles more often than words. Afterwards, as I
reached for the plates, Manoj stood beside me and took half of them from my
hands.
"We'll do it
together," he said.As we finished cleaning the table, I looked at him.
"Call
Sindhu," I said. "Check how her mother is... and ask if she's had
lunch."
He nodded, taking
out his phone, while I quietly arranged the last of the utensils, hoping
everything at the hospital was alright.
Manoj's called
Sindhu and both started conversations.
"Amma is fine
now," she said with relief. "She's resting, and I'll try to be home
by eight or nine tonight. And don't forget—we should drop Bala home this
evening.”
"I know,"
Manoj replied quietly. The call ended, but he remained seated, staring silently
ahead.
Being in female mode
for the past two days, I had begun slipping into it so naturally that even my
mannerisms had changed without me noticing. I finished the kitchen work, wiped
my damp hands on the pallu tucked at my waist, then let it fall neatly over my
shoulder before walking toward the living room. As I crossed the space between
the kitchen and the sofa, I could feel his eyes on me—not just on my face, but
on the neat pleats of my saree and the safety pin holding pleats in place. The
glance was brief, yet it carried that familiar warmth that made me feel noticed
in the most intimate way.
As I sat beside him,
I rested my head lightly on his shoulder and placed my hands on my thighs along
with saree pallu. He covered my hand with his, lacing his fingers through mine,
and gave me a small, knowing look that made his meaning clear—he wanted a
little more time with me, away from everyone else, just the two of us.
I smiled softly and
looked up at him."What?" I asked.
He shook his
head."I was just thinking... in a few hours, you'll leave."
I leaned gently
against his shoulder."You'll see me next weekend."
"I know,"
he said softly, slipping his hand into mine and playing with his fingers on the
saree pleats trying to touch my penis. "But I already know I'll miss
seeing you like this."
His eyes briefly
wandered over my neatly draped saree, the glass bangles, the little red bindi,
and the mangalya chain resting against my chest before meeting my eyes again.I
smiled shyly.
"Then make the
most of the little time we have left."
His fingers
tightened around mine, and with a faint, teasing smile, he tilted his head
toward the bedroom.
I gave him a quick,
nervous laugh and squeezed his hand.
"Can you please
be gentle?" I whispered. "You scare me so much when you get
excited."
His expression
softened at once, then shifted into an amused smile as he leaned a little
closer, clearly pleased and happy by my confession and responded, you must
enjoy the push of your man and learn to relax.
I suddenly
remembered there was pan in the fridge.
"Wait," I
said, getting up with a small smile. "I'll get one for you... and one for
me too."
As I walked toward
the kitchen, I could feel his eyes on me. The sway of my hips, the soft rustle pleats
of my pink saree, the bangles at my wrist—it all made me strangely aware of
myself. Halfway there, I glanced back, I caught Manoj looking at me with that
unmistakable spark in his eyes, his expression warming with quiet excitement.
Thinking my pallu had shifted, I quickly adjusted it more securely over my
chest.
I smiled to myself
as I reached the fridge and took out two pans, one for him and one for me.
When I returned, I
smiled shyly and adjusted the edge of my saree.
"You really do
notice everything & you don’t get satisfied ," I murmured. “Only when
it comes to you," Manoj replied. Its your selection only and you know what
I am wearing, then why you need to stare at me like that, but Manoj responded
it adds spicy when you wear it.
I gave him a teasing
look. "It's your selection only. You know exactly what I'm wearing, so why
do you keep staring at me like that?"
His lips curved into
a slow smile. "Because it adds a little spice when you wear it."
I sat beside him on
the sofa and held out the pan between my fingers. He leaned in, took it from my
hand, and as his lips brushed my fingertips, he gave them the lightest playful
bite. I gasped, then laughed, shaking my head at him.
"Shameless,"
I muttered.Then, with a soft smile, he lowered himself and rested his head on
my thighs, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. One of his hands
found the mangalya chain resting against my chest, his fingers playing with my
chest and mangalya.
I looked down at him
and covered his head with pallu.
"You really are
impossible. “Only with you," he said.
After a moment, he
lifted his head from my lap and stood up, then gently helped me to my feet. I
kept one hand tucked beneath my pallu as I straightened my blouse and adjusted the saree pleats, trying to
smooth everything into place without disturbing the drape. Manoj watched me for
a second and burst into a soft laugh.
"It's not easy
to be a lady," I said with a faint smile.
His hand settled at my
ass crack , can feel through the soft layer of my saree,. Together we walked
toward the bedroom, my bangles chiming softly with each step.
As soon as we
entered the bedroom, I smiled and reached up to my shoulder.
"Wait a
second...".I carefully removed the safety pin holding my pallu in place
and placed it on the dressing table. Then I bent slightly and unpinned the
pleats at my waist before slipping off my glass bangles one by one.
Manoj watched the
whole process with an amused expression.
"How many pins
have you hidden in that saree?" he asked, laughing. "I feel like I'm
watching someone dismantle a machine."
I looked at him over
my shoulder and smiled."They're there for protection."
"Protection?"
"Yes," I replied, placing another pin beside the others.
"Protection from shameless person like you."
He placed a hand
dramatically over his heart.
"Me?
Shameless?"
I raised an
eyebrow."You've been staring at me since I wore this saree."
"I can't help
it," he admitted with a grin. "You make it very difficult not to
look."
I laughed, shaking
my head.
"That's exactly
why I need all these safety pins."
He stepped a little
closer, stopping just in front of me.
"I don't think
the pins are protecting you," he said softly. "They're only making me
admire how patiently you draped everything."
He looked at me for
a long moment before smiling.
While removing my
bangles and safety pins, I glanced at Manoj. He had switched on the AC and
taken off his T-shirt.
For a moment, I just
looked at him differently. His strong arms, broad shoulders, and calm smile
made him look confident .Manoj caught me staring.
"What?" he
asked with a grin."Nothing."
"That's not a
'nothing' face."I laughed and sat beside him.
After a moment, I
looked at my saree and then at him.
"You know, a
few days ago I never imagined myself like this. Now I'm adjusting saree pleats,
bangles, and worried about matching saree-petticoat, whether my pallu is
sitting properly."
Manoj
smiled."And do you regret it?" I shook my head."No."
My fingers touched
the mangalya chain resting on my chest, I took it in my hands touched it to my
eyes as part of respecting mangalya which is to wish long life and prosperity
to husband.
His expression
softened. I smiled shyly. Then he slipped an arm around my shoulders and pulled
me closer.
I rested my head
against his bare chest, smiled and kissed his hairy chest. After kissing his
chest, I covered it with my saree pallu.
"You really are
a man and you really have a very strong big and round man-hood," I
whispered. "
He pulled me little
closer. A gentle smile appeared on his face.
"I never
thought you really love my ass and waiting to deflower my ass. Now I am happy
that I made someone like you happy," I said softly. "But you know
what, “now I can never walk normally because of you, now naturally I am swaying
my hips, because you are rough, strong and teared my ass totally." He
brushed my cheek with his thumb.
I closed my eyes and
leaned against him, softly running my fingers through his hair on his thighs as
he held me closer. I could feel the warmth of his body, the quiet pull of his
arms around me, and the way my touch seems to make him horney and I can see his
penis becoming big and forming a tent in his shorts and I really felt like
kissing and eating it.
