Resumo de Beware! Why This Woman Smiles For No Reason!-5

That Sunday Mihir arrived with his bag and baggage. The spacious, furnished terrace flat was ready to receive him. A room with bright windows and canopied balconies on both sides, with attached bathroom and a toilet! A small kichenette. Mashi had made special arrangements for twenty-four hour's water supply through storge tanks. What more could be expcted in Mumbai?Apprensive before arrival, Mihir was happy notwithstanding the bright and hot sun of Mumbai.The terrace that fried the soles of his feet! Surprised too!He was a studious boy. "I can study well here. This open terrace is a boon," he was glad about the amenities provided."You will lunch with us tonight," Mashi had told him. He, earlier on arrival, had helped him with tea and snacks."Open the inner doors of the staircase. No need to keep them locked now. He is our own boy," said Mashi.Mohini saw Mihir for the first time and bowled over by his personality.Immaculately dressed in a cream-coloured kurta and pajama!"He is so tall(Mihir's height 6' 2") Such broad shoulders! Healthy and handsome,"she whispered into the ears of Mashi, though Mihir was in the whisper-hearing zone.Mashi repeated,"It's compliment to you boy. You are tall. You have broad shoulders, and you are healthy and handsome...""Namastey aunty," said Mihir and touched her feat! She readily blessed him!--After a quick lunch, Mashi left in a hurry and Mihir retired to his room. A few minutes later, he heard a gentle knock at the stair-case door.Mohini stood there, with a glassful of milk, gracefully. "Are you comfortable?" Her words were like fresh honey from the beehive.!"Very comfortable aunty...thank you!""You are such a lovely boy," the flow of nectar overflowed."You are tall, so healthy and handsome with broad shoulders.." she said, smiling all through," and you know, I bought this centre table specially for you."The light pink color table cloth was edged with golden lace! One could see that the small flat was lavishly restored to a fresh brilliance! In betwen each part of the compliment, a dramatic pause had created a telling effect!What could Mihir say? "Such a sweet-spoken woman you are," he wished to say, but did not!"You must be tired after the long journey. Okay, take rest," she said pleasantly. Her smile lingered as she withdrew like a serpant. After a few steps, she turned back. She caught Mihir staring at her. She smiled and disappeared slowly. Her figure melted in the darkness of the stair-case.Her steps were audible-courtesy heels!Slow, measured steps!Calculated!Thinking steps(moves) for the cat's cradle game, that she had flagged off! The first meeting with his hostess was good and likeable..He wished to think more about Mashi Seth and Mohini as he sprawled on the bed. But the long and irk-some train journey was too tiring and the moment his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep.----She was beforew him again, with a glassful of milk on the following day. The time was 9.30 p.m.He received the glass of milk with utmost courtesy, kept it aside on the centre table and touched her feet with reverence."Oh, leave it!...this is not necessary. You did it yesterday and that's enough. She smiled and patted him on the back. "But aunty, this milk...""I know...I know...." she said afectionately, "It's just the white liquid of the cities. You all from the villages are accustomed to the taste of sweet, thick, creamy milk! But, this is what we get in Mumbai in the name of milk. We can't tend cows and buffaloes in flats and terrraces!"
"What I mean aunty....""Nothing doing," she said and placed her milky-white soft hands on his shoulders. It's Seth's wish and we all want it that way...you are just like a member of our family. You should also have breakfast with us, you will have to carry a lunch box for the college, and we generally take dinner at 9.00 p.m.Your daddy called this evening and he has happily agreed for all these arrangements...you are such a lovely boy..tall, healthy and handsome witoulders....and now it is our duty to take care of your health and see that you don't lose an ounce when you return to your village, after one year....yes, provided you return...after your stay in Mumbai for one year! Do you understand?"She pressed his right palm, almost caressed it affectionately, and the smile remained switched on.She then offered him the glass of milk, which Mihir drank at break-neck speed!She stroked him gently, befire she left the room. For that exercise, she came so close tohim--he had the mild crush of her big, soft breasts at his shoulder, blame(thank) his height! The blouse gaped to reveal her chest assets. He was surprised, how tightly the blouse clung to het waist, how it helped to exhibit the contours of her figure and thurst her bosom forward. He tried not to look at her breasts....but looked!...again and again...in quick succession!She smiled and came out of the room. How cleverly she hid a high, cold, cruel intent behind that flowery smile! She walked like a model on the stage, with an exaggerated swing of the hips. Turning back, she enquired,"Anything more?"Mihir had no answer!She knew, that was enough for the day..for the night...for Mihir's night!

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