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Hi girls… I hope you liked the part. Please do like and comment your feedback and do share it. Now jumping into eighth part…. I was in a state of shock by looking at them for a moment. Immediately I came back to my senses and went to them to seek their blessings by touching their feet as an obedient daughter in-law would do.
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I took the phone and called Pawan to ask his story. Few weeks into marriage, I felt deep urge to reveal this secret of mine to my wife, Satya.
I liked dressing from childhood; I remained closeted. She got a phone call; she stepped out saying she will be back in 1 hour.
Then pick the clothes you want to wear and have bath. Being Saturday, we got up bit late.
Do you prefer short one or long one? I learned many minute details from her. As a man we never bother any details on how we dressed.
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Honestly, I thought with marriage, the urges will go away. I owe her; she made it sweet at the end.
Subscribe to: Posts Atom. I tried real hard to stop.
The more I tried, the more it galloped me diminishing my morale to a state where I lost meaning to life. The pleasure of having them on me and feeling feminine within surpassed any tides of emotions I go through.
My hatred towards me is the only one that is occupied for many days, even I hated my being. Not knowing how to tell her, fearing of rejection, yet deep urges to share with her, I one evening asked her to put me in a saree.
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I am already exited looking at her while she is getting ready. I spent half hour in front of mirror admiring, adjusting and acting which I never did that I am a girl.
I blushed; it became very hard for me to hold my excitement visualizing the same on me. Pawani Part 5.
Post a Comment. I felt utmost guilt, hated myself to make her cry. My story is not that sweet in the beginning. Padma readied and asked me to shed my laziness. For the first time I heard how a woman would take care to look good and carry the saree in elegance.
A week passed by since my first saree initiation. I am rescued from my quandary by Satya. I helped her pleats; later pulling lot of courage I opened her wardrobe and took her pink floral crepe saree which I am eyeing since we got married.
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