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I led him toward the storeroom. Our storeroom was located in the basement. After descending the stairs, one entered a medium-sized room. In one section of that room, a gallery had been built-positioned about four feet below the ceiling and five feet above the floor. The gallery wasn't particularly large, but it was cluttered with a considerable amount of stuff-piles of cartons and suitcases.
Being situated in the basement, the storeroom lacked any exhaust vents or skylights. Consequently, the air inside was perpetually thick with heat, humidity, and stifling stuffiness. No direct light or breeze could find its way in from any direction. Every time I went into the storeroom to retrieve or put away something, I would end up drenched in sweat within just a few minutes.
Neeru was walking right behind me. His presence trailing me suddenly made me acutely self-conscious-worried that his gaze might be fixed on my rear end. As a result, my gait became somewhat awkward. I tried to minimize the sway of my hips, but in doing so, I likely ended up exaggerating the arch in my lower back even more.
Neeru followed me into the storeroom. I switched on the lights inside. There was a single fluorescent tube light that, once illuminated, cast a bright glow across the entire room. However, the moment we stepped inside, we were hit by an intense wave of heat.
I said to him, "First, you need to climb up and clean the gallery, and then rearrange some of the boxes and cartons."
He replied, "Alright, Ma'am-whatever you say."
I pointed toward a wooden ladder leaning against the wall, saying, "Take this, climb up, and give the place a good brushing. After that, we can tackle the task of organizing the boxes. You go ahead and get this done; I’ll be right back."
Having assigned him the task, I left the basement and headed back upstairs. In just that short span of time, a sweat had broken out all over my body.
I went into my bedroom, switched on the AC, and settled down to watch TV. At the same time, I picked up my brush and began running it through my shoulder-length, silky black hair. I sat by the dressing table, brushing my hair while watching a TV serial.
I became so engrossed in watching TV that I completely forgot there was someone in the house working. Still sitting there, lost in my own world after finishing my brushing, I proceeded to apply some light makeup-just as I usually did as part of my routine. I applied a lovely, glossy red lipstick and enhanced my features with a dusting of face powder. I also sprayed my favorite perfume generously all over my body.
This was often how I carried myself around the house-dressed casually and at ease-until it was time for my husband to return home. Once I was done with my makeup, I lay back on the bed, propped up against the pillows, and resumed watching TV. I had completely forgotten about Neeru.
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That is it for the day friends.
There lot to come ahead.
Next episode only after receipt of your valued comments.
Until then Funlover wishes you JAY BHARAT.
Being situated in the basement, the storeroom lacked any exhaust vents or skylights. Consequently, the air inside was perpetually thick with heat, humidity, and stifling stuffiness. No direct light or breeze could find its way in from any direction. Every time I went into the storeroom to retrieve or put away something, I would end up drenched in sweat within just a few minutes.
Neeru was walking right behind me. His presence trailing me suddenly made me acutely self-conscious-worried that his gaze might be fixed on my rear end. As a result, my gait became somewhat awkward. I tried to minimize the sway of my hips, but in doing so, I likely ended up exaggerating the arch in my lower back even more.
Neeru followed me into the storeroom. I switched on the lights inside. There was a single fluorescent tube light that, once illuminated, cast a bright glow across the entire room. However, the moment we stepped inside, we were hit by an intense wave of heat.
I said to him, "First, you need to climb up and clean the gallery, and then rearrange some of the boxes and cartons."
He replied, "Alright, Ma'am-whatever you say."
I pointed toward a wooden ladder leaning against the wall, saying, "Take this, climb up, and give the place a good brushing. After that, we can tackle the task of organizing the boxes. You go ahead and get this done; I’ll be right back."
Having assigned him the task, I left the basement and headed back upstairs. In just that short span of time, a sweat had broken out all over my body.
I went into my bedroom, switched on the AC, and settled down to watch TV. At the same time, I picked up my brush and began running it through my shoulder-length, silky black hair. I sat by the dressing table, brushing my hair while watching a TV serial.
I became so engrossed in watching TV that I completely forgot there was someone in the house working. Still sitting there, lost in my own world after finishing my brushing, I proceeded to apply some light makeup-just as I usually did as part of my routine. I applied a lovely, glossy red lipstick and enhanced my features with a dusting of face powder. I also sprayed my favorite perfume generously all over my body.
This was often how I carried myself around the house-dressed casually and at ease-until it was time for my husband to return home. Once I was done with my makeup, I lay back on the bed, propped up against the pillows, and resumed watching TV. I had completely forgotten about Neeru.
******************************************************.
That is it for the day friends.
There lot to come ahead.
Next episode only after receipt of your valued comments.
Until then Funlover wishes you JAY BHARAT.
