Urvin stood with her arms crossed firmly under her heavy breasts as Vyom searched hopelessly through the hanging clothes in his almirah. “Okay, bas kar ab. First rule, T-shirts ki taraf dekhna band kar, tu aaj raat T-shirt nahi pehan reha.”
“Par… mere paas sirf T-shirts hi toh ne.”
“Agar eh sach hai, toh tainu sach vich doctor di zaroorat hai.” She pushed his solid body out of the way easily and started digging deeper towards the dark back of the clothing rack. Pulling something out, she held it up to the bedroom light. It was a crisp, light blue, slim-fit button-up shirt with long sleeves.
“Isko pehan, aur isde naal woh dark jeans pehan jo teri baaki baggy bakwaas ton thodi zyada tight ne.”
“Mainu nahi lagda ki tere paas mujhe orders dene ki authority hai yahan.”
“Tune khud meri professional guidance maangi si.”
“Nahi, maine bilkul nahi–“
“Pehan isko. Abhi,” she said, clapping her hands twice sharply.
Vyom took the clothes into his attached bathroom and changed quickly, stepping out a couple of minutes later.
“Ghoom zara, dekhne de,” she ordered, making Vyom feel incredibly awkward, like he was back in school shopping for clothes with his mother. As he spun around in place, Urvin’s eyes dropped to his waist. She suddenly wondered when her younger brother got such a nice, firm ass inside those jeans.
Oh my god, bas kar, tu sach vich paagal ho gayi hai, she scolded her own mind.
“Alright, um… apni sleeves ko elbows de thoda neeche tak roll kar,” she said, pointing a manicured finger at his muscular arm, her voice suddenly a little breathless.
After he did so, she stepped back and nodded in approval to herself.
“Well? Kaisa lagg reha haan?” he asked, feeling shy.
The tall, broad-shouldered young man who stood before her looked undeniably good. Dangerously good. “Ek aur button khol upar ton. Aur seedha khada ho.”
“Okay, Mummyji.”
She smirked, then smiled warmly to herself. He now looked incredibly sharp, masculine, and far more confident than he probably felt inside. Good enough, for now. “Mission accomplished. Tu tayar hone de baad kaafi accha lagda hai, Vyom. Meri expectations ton toh bohot behtar.”
“Thank… you?”
“Hawa vich mat udne lagg jaana,” she said as she walked out of his bedroom, saying over her shoulder, “Mainu 20 minutes de, main abhi aundi haan. Aur baithna mat, shirt te wrinkles padh jayenge. Oh, aur apne tan shoes nikaal kar unke white soles saaf kar jab tak tu wait kar reha hai.”
“Hitler ki bacchi,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
“Mainu sun gaya!” she called back from the hallway.
True to her word, twenty minutes later she stepped out of her room. She wore strappy black high heels and tight, dark denim jeans that looked as if they had been painted directly onto her curvy hips and thick thighs. She also wore a small, cropped white t-shirt with a cute cartoon cloud raining above Grumpy from the Care Bears, playfully exposing her thin waist and the silver piercing in her navel again. Her platinum blonde and burgundy hair was pulled back in a stylish, loose ponytail, with soft locks falling down from her temples to frame her glowing face, and large silver hoop earrings that brushed her neck.
