Malai Ch. 02

Although I was an adult now, however, I could not shake off the curiosity about what Aunt Kamla had in store for me as a gift. This curiosity was soon satisfied and, in fact, overwhelmed. Two days after the festival had ended, Aunt Kamala entered my room, and she was carrying two king-size bags in her hands. And she had a wide smile spread across her face.

As per tradition, I touched feet to show my respects as I rose; she embraced me and kissed my forehead and my lips. I do not know why, but even being a little bit hesitant about the fact that she is to kiss me on my lips, I started to get used to it and gradually started to like it as well.

Then she started to pull out the gifts from her capacious bags.  

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw the very first of those packets. Because it carried the mark of Topandas & Company... that is, the name of the company of the city's biggest jeweler.

She had brought me a set of jewelry: a beautiful necklace, a pair of thick bracelets, and two big earrings.

Then he took out another packet. That packet carried the mark of Nirmala Gift Shop. From that too, she took out jewelry... but that was imitation jewelry from the song Imitation... lots of small earrings, 5-6 different types of necklaces, and a set of three-four fancy bangles.

After that she took out another packet, and that packet was from Simran Tailors. Her next packet was from a saree shop, and then she took out another packet on which was written Anadi Das...

In the Anadi Das packet, I do not know why Aunt Kamala had brought two very expensive T-shirts and jeans for me.

The packet from Simran Tailors had many types of blouses for me, and the packet from the saree company had colorful sarees for me.

Aunt Kamala had brought me a gift from the most expensive shops in the market.

I was so happy to see so many gifts, but I started sweating. Because the jewelry bought from Topandas' shop was very expensive and heavy. It must not be less than two hundred thousand at least...

Seeing so many gifts brought tears of joy to my eyes... tears of joy, and I started crying, and then I asked Aunt Kamala while sobbing, "Aunty, what was the need for such expensive gifts?" 

Aunt Kamala tried to console me and took me in her arms, and I started sobbing while hugging her, and then she repeated her catchphrase, "You were needed, my child; you worked in my shop for a year, but I did not pay you any salary..."

"But Aunty? I just wanted to help you; it was not for money."

"I know, you sit in my shop because you feel very lonely... I know this... you just want to divert your attention and do not feel bad; a flower like you needs a good husband who can satisfy your sexual desires, and I know very well that your husband cannot do this even if he wants to..."

Now I could not control myself. Whatever she had said till now was true. I hugged Aunt Kamla and started crying bitterly. Aunt Kamala said lovingly to me, "You are like a daughter to me; you are my responsibility, I believe so, so don't worry... Nowadays your husband stays out of the house for 15-15 or 20-20 days... These are your days of playing and exploring. I will not let your youth dry up lying like this.... I do not like this. Do not worry; I am your Aunt Kamala. If you follow my advice, and believe me, it will be good for you, and you will enjoy life... I am your Aunt Kamala, and I will ensure that you live your life to the fullest.

If there are 12 months in a year according to the world, then in our country there are 30 festivals in 12 months of the year.

The blouses made for me by Aunt Kamala were very revealing and low-cut. When I wore them, the whole back was almost open, and the front cut was also very wide. All the blouses were so skimpy that even if I wore a bra, it would be clearly visible from the hems. My husband, Animesh, does not like me wearing such clothes at all. He does not even let me wear jeans and t-shirts.

But the gift given by Aunty meant a lot to me. I have a big suitcase kept under the bed in our bedroom. While coming from my parents' house, I had brought a lot of my stuff in it. But these days it remains almost empty.

Therefore, I keep all the gifts given by Aunty in it. And I pushed this suitcase deep inside under the bed.

I used to take care of the whole house. Animesh did not get any free time from work. Even if we had sex, that too was only once or twice a month... but like always, I was always thirsty and unsatisfied.

Anyway, whenever Animesh was at home, I made sure that I would take out my suitcase very carefully only after Animesh fell asleep, and after that, I would wear the same clothes that Aunt Kamala had given me a few days before and after the festival.

And suppose, as if some fairy waved her magic wand... Our shop's sales started increasing by leaps and bounds...

Because now there would be a constant flow of customers in the shop, especially when a young girl in Aunt Kamla's shop wearing a revealing blouse and an expensive saree with open hair would help her, and I do not know why I felt that apart from the men, some women had also noticed that I did not wear a bra in those days...

But to date I had never gotten a chance to wear that t-shirt and jeans... Well, it seems that maybe someone is listening to my wishes, and I got this chance soon.

***

The month of July was about to end, and the month of August had started. The rains had already arrived a week ago. It was raining heavily when Kamla Aunty received a message on her phone.

Aunt Kamala's late husband's friend Sachin was about to come to India... and Kamla Aunty had assured him that he should stay at our house and not in any hotel. Finally, the day came when Sachin Uncle was going to come to our house... and, as usual, my husband was in Hyderabad for work.

In the morning, I quickly completed all the household chores, and then when I was about to take a bath, Aunt Kamala handed me a bottle of Apple Aloe Vera shampoo and said, "Wash your hair properly with this shampoo today. I have also ordered a special kind of perfume for you... Now go and take a bath quickly; I am taking out the clothes for you... You have kept your clothes in that big suitcase of yours, right?"

I said, "Yes..."

By the time I came out of the bathroom after taking a bath and just wrapping a towel around my hair, I saw that Aunt Kamala had kept clothes for me.

I was a little surprised because she had taken out only a red sleeveless t-shirt and jeans for me; only panties were kept beside me...

I said, "Aunt Kamala, will I go to the airport wearing this?"

She said, "Yes, after all, Sachin uncle lives in America. If you go wearing such clothes, then he will like to see you..."

"But you have not removed your bra. Which bra should I wear?"

"There is no need to wear a bra."

"But Aunty, if I do not wear a bra, then my breasts will jiggle and my nipples will also protrude..."

"So, what is the big deal (about your breasts)?... They are so big... What size did you tell me? Yes, 34DD... Anyway, you are 25 years old but look like 20. If you do not do fashion at this age, then when will you do it?" Aunt Kamala smiled a little and then said, "Okay, if you are so shy, then wear a dupatta over your head, but only to cover your chest... But keep your arms open, and yes, there is no need to braid your hair; just tie it in a nice bun... Now hurry up and get ready; I will call Uber for you... If you will do as I say... If you will follow my advice, then believe me, it will be good for you... You will enjoy it. I am your Aunt Kamala." Saying this, Aunt Kamala kissed me lovingly.

Although I was an adult now, however, I could not shake off the curiosity about what Aunt Kamla had in store for me as a gift. This curiosity was soon satisfied and, in fact, overwhelmed. Two days after the festival had ended, Aunt Kamala entered my room, and she was carrying two king-size bags in her hands. And she had a wide smile spread across her face.

As per tradition, I touched feet to show my respects as I rose; she embraced me and kissed my forehead and my lips. I do not know why, but even being a little bit hesitant about the fact that she is to kiss me on my lips, I started to get used to it and gradually started to like it as well.

Then she started to pull out the gifts from her capacious bags.  

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw the very first of those packets. Because it carried the mark of Topandas & Company... that is, the name of the company of the city's biggest jeweler.

She had brought me a set of jewelry: a beautiful necklace, a pair of thick bracelets, and two big earrings.

Then he took out another packet. That packet carried the mark of Nirmala Gift Shop. From that too, she took out jewelry... but that was imitation jewelry from the song Imitation... lots of small earrings, 5-6 different types of necklaces, and a set of three-four fancy bangles.

After that she took out another packet, and that packet was from Simran Tailors. Her next packet was from a saree shop, and then she took out another packet on which was written Anadi Das...

In the Anadi Das packet, I do not know why Aunt Kamala had brought two very expensive T-shirts and jeans for me.

The packet from Simran Tailors had many types of blouses for me, and the packet from the saree company had colorful sarees for me.

Aunt Kamala had brought me a gift from the most expensive shops in the market.

I was so happy to see so many gifts, but I started sweating. Because the jewelry bought from Topandas' shop was very expensive and heavy. It must not be less than two hundred thousand at least...

Seeing so many gifts brought tears of joy to my eyes... tears of joy, and I started crying, and then I asked Aunt Kamala while sobbing, "Aunty, what was the need for such expensive gifts?" 

Aunt Kamala tried to console me and took me in her arms, and I started sobbing while hugging her, and then she repeated her catchphrase, "You were needed, my child; you worked in my shop for a year, but I did not pay you any salary..."

"But Aunty? I just wanted to help you; it was not for money."

"I know, you sit in my shop because you feel very lonely... I know this... you just want to divert your attention and do not feel bad; a flower like you needs a good husband who can satisfy your sexual desires, and I know very well that your husband cannot do this even if he wants to..."

Now I could not control myself. Whatever she had said till now was true. I hugged Aunt Kamla and started crying bitterly. Aunt Kamala said lovingly to me, "You are like a daughter to me; you are my responsibility, I believe so, so don't worry... Nowadays your husband stays out of the house for 15-15 or 20-20 days... These are your days of playing and exploring. I will not let your youth dry up lying like this.... I do not like this. Do not worry; I am your Aunt Kamala. If you follow my advice, and believe me, it will be good for you, and you will enjoy life... I am your Aunt Kamala, and I will ensure that you live your life to the fullest.

If there are 12 months in a year according to the world, then in our country there are 30 festivals in 12 months of the year.

The blouses made for me by Aunt Kamala were very revealing and low-cut. When I wore them, the whole back was almost open, and the front cut was also very wide. All the blouses were so skimpy that even if I wore a bra, it would be clearly visible from the hems. My husband, Animesh, does not like me wearing such clothes at all. He does not even let me wear jeans and t-shirts.

But the gift given by Aunty meant a lot to me. I have a big suitcase kept under the bed in our bedroom. While coming from my parents' house, I had brought a lot of my stuff in it. But these days it remains almost empty.

Therefore, I keep all the gifts given by Aunty in it. And I pushed this suitcase deep inside under the bed.

I used to take care of the whole house. Animesh did not get any free time from work. Even if we had sex, that too was only once or twice a month... but like always, I was always thirsty and unsatisfied.

Anyway, whenever Animesh was at home, I made sure that I would take out my suitcase very carefully only after Animesh fell asleep, and after that, I would wear the same clothes that Aunt Kamala had given me a few days before and after the festival.

And suppose, as if some fairy waved her magic wand... Our shop's sales started increasing by leaps and bounds...

Because now there would be a constant flow of customers in the shop, especially when a young girl in Aunt Kamla's shop wearing a revealing blouse and an expensive saree with open hair would help her, and I do not know why I felt that apart from the men, some women had also noticed that I did not wear a bra in those days...

But to date I had never gotten a chance to wear that t-shirt and jeans... Well, it seems that maybe someone is listening to my wishes, and I got this chance soon.

***

The month of July was about to end, and the month of August had started. The rains had already knocked a week ago. It was raining heavily when Kamla Aunty received a message on her phone.

Aunt Kamala's late husband's friend Sachin was about to come to India... and Kamla Aunty had assured him that he should stay at our house and not in any hotel. Finally, the day came when Sachin Uncle was going to come to our house... and, as usual, my husband was in Hyderabad for work.

In the morning, I quickly completed all the household chores, and then when I was about to take a bath, Aunt Kamala handed me a bottle of Apple Aloe Vera shampoo and said, "Wash your hair properly with this shampoo today. I have also ordered a special kind of perfume for you... Now go and take a bath quickly; I am taking out the clothes for you... You have kept your clothes in that big suitcase of yours, right?"

I said, "Yes..."

By the time I came out of the bathroom after taking a bath and just wrapping a towel around my hair, I saw that Aunt Kamala had kept clothes for me.

I was a little surprised because she had taken out only a red sleeveless t-shirt and jeans for me; only panties were kept beside me...

I said, "Aunt Kamala, will I go to the airport wearing this?"

She said, "Yes, after all, Sachin uncle lives in America. If you go wearing such clothes, then he will like to see you..."

"But you have not removed your bra. Which bra should I wear?"

"There is no need to wear a bra."

"But Aunty, if I do not wear a bra, then my breasts will jiggle and my nipples will also protrude..."

"So, what is the big deal (about your breasts)?... They are so big... What size did you tell me? Yes, 34DD... Anyway, you are 25 years old but look like 20. If you do not do fashion at this age, then when will you do it?" Aunt Kamala smiled a little and then said, "Okay, if you are so shy, then wear a dupatta over your head, but only to cover your chest... But keep your arms open, and yes, there is no need to braid your hair; just tie it in a nice bun... Now hurry up and get ready; I will call Uber for you... If you will do as I say... If you will follow my advice, then believe me, it will be good for you... You will enjoy it. I am your Aunt Kamala." Saying this, Aunt Kamala kissed me lovingly.

To be continued