Discovering his weakness

After reaching home, while we both were having tea, I whined “I was hoping to go shopping with my brother, especially the dress I’m gonna wear for the wedding. But now, I will have to go alone for it, I guess.” Shankar did not respond to that as I wanted. so I made it kinda obvious  “But I have no idea about the places or how to get anywhere in delhi. How could I do it alone?”. That’s when Shankar said that he could happily come with me for the shopping if I’m okay with it. I was badly waiting for this offer. We went shopping right away.

My plan was to buy a few lehengas, as apparently lehenga is what girls wear for weddings there. I found a beautiful pink lehenga, which would go along with the theme of the marriage and the couple’s wedding dress. But it’s choli is quite short and totally it’s an exposing attire, particularly the midriff part. I’m not much used to exposing my midriff before. So I wasn’t quite confident about this lehenga especially after my ex’s insults. But still I tried it from the trial room, and it looked fine. Surprisingly it fit perfectly, which is pretty unusual for ready-made clothes. My biggest worry was about my exposed midriff, and if it would look inappropriate. So I came outside and asked Shankar about how I looked in them.

He took a look and seemed really impressed with my looks. I even noticed him discreetly eyeing at my exposed belly. That felt really nice and made me confident. I went near him and took him to the front of a mirror and stood close to him facing the mirror. I held him by his shoulder and stood quite close to him and kept examining our image in the mirror. “Why are you being so stiff?” I punched his tummy teasingly and took his right hand and placed it on the thinnest part of the left side of my waist, and kept hugging him with my right hand alone through his shoulder. He didn’t expect me to do that, and was clearly shocked.

“How do I look in this?” 

He gulped and mumbled a bit to say “nice… you look very nice..” I felt a shiver in his cold hands.

“Hmmm… okay, Let me keep looking a bit more…  thanks for the feedback..” I smiled and pinched his cheeks and left back to the sales girl and started looking for other lehengas.

I was really happy with the lehenga I just tried. But I was taking some time by looking for other clothes, to think about what was Shankar’s deal. Was he really checking me out, I couldn’t believe it easily. So to ensure that it was not just my doubt, I wandered around at the textile shop and unnecessarily spent time looking for other clothes. I kept unexpectedly turning to Shankar and caught him eyeing my navel and belly a couple of times more. I happily flaunt it in front of him at different angles and pose for almost an hour more. 

In between I kept trying on different ones, even more revealing kinds too, as then I was not exactly looking for the right one to wear for the wedding anymore but I just was toying with Shankar.

Next time when I caught him eyeing my belly, I, pretending concerned, went and stood closer to him, who was sitting on a chair in a corner and asked him privately, that I couldn’t find any other clothes, better than the one I wore initially, but still was not completely confident about it. I asked if I really look good in lehengas generally, and I specifically asked if my exposed midriff is looking off or inappropriate. As it gave him an excuse to check it out directly he was taking a proper long look at it, as he was in a sitting position he just needed to look straight at it, while me flaunting it moving and turning around. I felt like him tasting each inch of the skin on my stomach directly with his eyes. After a while he reassured me that it looked really good. “Does my belly look too slim for this attire?” I asked with a concerned face, but enjoying the naughty situation inside, moving myself a bit more closer to him, which was then just almost a foot from his face, He suddenly seemed to become quite uncomfortable, being aware that we are in a public space, and tried to move back his head, but couldn’t do that as he was already close to the wall. He smiled and asked why am I being so concerned, and this looked perfect, he said. I still didn’t want to stop playing with him. I stepped further closer to an intimate space of him and held my lehenga’s waistline which was over my navel in my hands and pulled it a 3 inches downwards revealing the curve of my lower abdomen, and raised both my arms above my head and then asked him which look would be better, wearing it below the navel or on the navel?

I saw the shock in his eyes, he gulped and kept mum for a moment, regaining the conscience he pretended to be confused and hummed confusingly and kept looking at my lower abdomen, which was directly immediate to his eyes. I understood his dilemma, he badly wanted me to keep it lower and keep flaunting more of my curves, but was also worried if he would come off as a creepy person and if it would reveal his secret fetish, if he approved me to wear it so lower.

I gently patted on the tip of the fattiest part of my stomach, – which is the slight paunch on the lower abdomen. Whole lower belly jiggled to it for more than a second. He looked totally lost in the sight and started sweating and becoming feverish.

I broke the silence “See, I’m not that skinny, right?… But it could appear slightly weird to flaunt it like this if it doesn’t look sexy enough I guess”. He gave an awkward grin to that and still kept staring at it with an open mouth and a pretentious confused face. Oh I could see through it all. He was boiling inside with desires. “Does it look sexy enough?” I questioned him with concern.

“It’s good,” he couldn’t say otherwise.

“Good is not enough. Does it look sexy or not?” I cocked my hip to my right, flaunting it all to him, which was now just a couple of inches from his nose tip. I guess It was too much for him. He suddenly broke the look and looked up at my eyes after a long while and gave a stupid smile. But I still stood unmoved waiting for a proper answer. So without any other way he nodded yes. “What does that mean?” I wouldn’t leave him just like that. He then slowly looked straight again at my navel, took a pause, nodded again and said “yeah it looks damn sexy!” 

I even felt his breath on the skin on the sides of my waist, when he said that.

“Awww thank you Shankar” I bent over to him, hugged him with just one hand and gave a peck at his cheeks, and ran away from him to change back and to finish the purchase. He sat there awestruck, faked a chuckle to make it look casual and cute.

That was the point from where my attraction and intention to seduce Shankar became serious and realistic. Until then I thought about it as one of my several desperate crushings. But after that incident I knew I realistically had a shot with him. Definitely I’m looking for something casual with him. He seemed to be a safe bet for me as no one would even imagine me having a sexual encounter with someone of my father’s age. Also as one with a respected elder family person image, Shankar wouldn’t potentially be of any threat to me in the future. He would never even wish to see me after the encounter, if it ever occurred, since it would embarrass him, I thought. And most importantly, it is now quite a realistic proposal as l have got a powerful bait to play with and seduce him- my midriff!

Now that I have had my fun toying with him and had a boost of confidence from Shankar’s admiring stares I settled for the pink lehenga with tiny choli that I initially chose. We kept having deep conversations about relationships, philosophy, generally about life etc even after reaching home. He appeared to be a wise and really caring person. We got along really well. He seemed to genuinely like the company of an immature firecracker like me.

I don’t know exactly why, but later I abruptly went on and started narrating to him my traumatic breaking up incident in detail. The last few months of the relationship was mostly us fighting over each and any silly issues. Both of us were pretty egoistic people too. But the last fight was a relatively bigger one. And it kinda bothered me that even after a few weeks of it, still we hadn’t even made any conversations. So I stopped waiting for him and took initiative and tried contacting him. But he didn’t pick any of my calls and even later blocked my calls. I shamelessly kept apologizing to him and begged him to respond on whatsapp. After ignoring me for a week again, I lost my patience and made sure Edwin was in his room and went straight to his room along with a friend of mine and banged on his door. He opened the door. I got so excited to see him after all these days just to realize that he was almost nude and enjoying with another nude elder lady inside the room. He was obviously drunk and he humiliated me when I asked WTF, by saying that he again felt alive as a man only after getting over with me and my ‘tiny’ assets and meeting that “perfect milf” of ‘his type’. He laughed at me, she joined the laugh, and then he banged the door close to my face. 

Edwin had disrespected and humiliated me on different occasions before, even in public. But this was on another level and I suddenly froze and don’t even remember how I responded to it or how I reached back to my room. I was shattered to death and couldn’t even cry to it for hours. This happened 4 months ago and It’s just last month that I came back at least to a seemingly normal life. My eyes became wet. Shankar sat close to me and held me tight in support.

I was actually a bit ashamed to reveal this recent dark history of mine to someone I just met, but also felt a bit relieved to let it out to someone who actually listens and understands. I explained to him how hard it was to unlove him even after these terrible humiliations and rejections. I had to drag myself through lots of trauma, uncertainty, trust issues, insecurities to mentally get over with him and regain my self respect.

“Glad, you got over with it…” Shankar consoled me with his arms of warmth.

I felt the pressure to lighten the mood.. “Ummmm… Honestly I’m not completely done with it…. “

I have a revenge fantasy too” I said it half jokingly.

“What is it?” He was genuinely curious. 

“I would really love to do the same to him…”

“You mean.. to piss him off by making out with your next boyfriend in front of him?”

“Exactly.. but it doesnt need to be a boyfriend, you know? a fling is fine too..” I winked.

“Hahaha… you are crazy!”

“Seriously, I’m in an earnest search for good candidates for that purpose. I was hoping to find an apt person from this delhi trip. As a matter of fact…. Even you have a considerable shot too” I shamelessly started flirting.

“Me?? haha… no way!”

“Why not? You are single, smart and sexy… hehe” 

“You ought to get much better candidates for it…. Also you are not gonna take me all the way to your place just for your revenge.” 

He giving such a logical reply to my silly proposition, does actually mean that he was at least partially considering a potential short time affair with me, I thought. 

“That could be solved with a simple video call” I kept on persisting with the idea.

“Haha… well..  that’s quite possible, Isn’t it?” He jokingly said.