Bhaiya, I need to get lehnga stitched, she said demurely

I looked up from my work

And that's the first time I saw her

Even though her face had a refreshing rawness

It was her body that had blossomed

In the wild forests

Her enormous breasts, I felt as if they were bursting through her layer

Her curvy waist had a different story to be told

I need it ASAP, she said loudly

Breaking my reverie from her lusty presence

My marriage is next week

Can you get it done by that time, she asked again

I nodded wordlessly

Then take my measurements and customise to my shape

I guided her to the inner chamber of my shop

Pulling the curtain, I started taking the measurements

Inspite of the wintery chill

I felt suffocated

With her, so close to me

Was it my hand or her grazing her breasts on my fingers

I couldn't fathom

But the effect

And the look on her face

I froze dead

Why are you standing like that, she asked

Do what you have to do

Saying so, she threw away her dupatta

Giving ample display of her magnificent cleavage

Take proper shape

And she placed my hand on her colossal breasts

What did I do next

I don't remember the details

But that was the genesis of our affair

Which continued even after her marriage

The lehnga couldn't have been more fitting!

©LR