The Promotion - Chapter 8

 The Promotion

Chapter 8

Finishing up my lunch as I was just stepping out the phone rang. Getting in the jeep I picked up the call, ‘Hello Madhavan Uncle!, I was going to call you myself actually now! Thank you SO MUCH , THANKS A LOT for making it happen so quickly, I don’t know what to say’ I was awash with sincere gratitude. I could hear him laugh a lot. After a pause he spoke - ‘You don’t know what to say Vandana? you can start by telling WHAT COLOUR?’ and he laughed and as I pulled the phone back from my ear blushing, I saw the video request pop up. Looked around quickly and the restaurant parking lot was quite vacant, so I laughed along and pressed the accept to open the video call.

‘He was all smiles, he seem to be in his office chair from the background where I could see along with him Gandhiji was smiling on the wall too’. ‘Oh you blushing beauty. Are you Happy dear? Love those cheeks when they turn colour so quickly Vandana’. he said with plenty of affection in his tone as I nodded with the same smile and now in a much softer voice Thanked him again for all his help. ‘Oh that doesn’t change anything. I am still waiting. ‘ he said with a BIG SMILE coming closer to the phone big eyed. I blurted out ‘BLACK Uncle’, laughing. ‘You know you should stop doing this, OK?’

‘Hahaa, its OK Vandana dear, pop off that top button and show the Black beauty properly. Hope you are not surrounded by people? looks like you are in the Jeep. So come On!’ ‘OHH STOP IT Uncle’ I shouted shyly but the grin still plastered on my face. ‘Don’t make me do such things out here. I am at the Sadhana hotel car park. There are people around!!!’ I complained. ‘OH come on, no one can see that up close into your jeep, it will only take a few seconds’ he persisted.

Looked around and finding the car park deserted and having parked facing up the wall provided enough privacy, so scanning outside, I slowly undid the top button, feeling a lot more mischievous and playful this time, lot less inhibited that yesterday and lot a rising excitement within me. The video was capturing my hand undoing the button and I could hear Madhavan uncle breathing heavily into the video and just as I was about to pull the shirt aside to show the shoulder strap he quickly interrupted. ‘OH Come ON! be a doll, pop another button no please? ’ when I pulled the phone to my face and screamed into it with my eyes half shut in shame , ‘WHAT?’ accompanied by an embarrassed giggle, Madhavan caught on, realising I am not mad but just shy, so decided to persuade me.

‘OH come now Vandana! After all the express help I did, going out of the way for you, don’t you think its fair I am treated with JUST a little bit more? How do you think those commendations got pulled in your promotion letter? Why do you think Pandian is suddenly on Stress leave today? (I looked back at him astonished at the level of influence he has) haha come on. ONLY if you wish. No pressure. They say generally ‘All good things come in Three, but sometimes they also come in PAIRS!!’, he said chuckling pointing at my Boobs. ‘OH You are downright Naughty Uncle.’ I said blushing furiously now even as my hand slipped down and was toying with the second button contemplating whether it should come off or not. ‘And you know what? I was talking to my father yesterday and by chance mentioned you. He did NOT have nice things to say about you, when you are around ladies’ , I added still blushing. He relished my red cheeks and praised openly, ‘Oh I LOVE it when you are so so shy Vandana. I am not sure what made Murugesan pass such comments. Have you seen misbehave with you till now? I may be naughty but I CARE for you really.’ approached the sentimental angle and suddenly smiling again. ‘Come now, just one button more and few seconds. Make my day, just as I made yours dear! ‘

Even as he was saying that I had already popped off the second button and the shirt is wide open now showing my cleavage generously and my mangalsutra, just the thin thread to not impede with work has been gliding down the valley and the upper section of the generous 34C cups of the black sports bra all of it came into view as I lowered the phone slowly. As I held the phone I could see Madhavan uncle’s eyes go wide and mouth agape as he whispered, hold it still right there.. WOW.. as he relished at the sight of my chest heaving as I breathed faster too, feeling as excited as he was and scanned out through the windows and spotting the main gate security walking towards my direction in the rear view, I quickly pulled the shirt back and buttoned up, even as he was telling me to HOLD IT STILL.

‘WHAT? What why did you?’ he sounded confused but I urgently added. ‘Sorry Uncle, someone’s coming near the car. I need to go.’ But before I disconnected he interrupted me. ‘Hey Vandana, THIS IS NOT the main reason I called dear. Although I loved every second of it. (giggling) There is something important I need to tell you. You need to come back again to Paneer’s place today at the same time to pick up your Appointment Order. It’s not ready yet, but will be in the afternoon. Its for your posting as Security detail at his residence. I am still working on moving the papers to expedite Baskar’s transfer order - Minister’s current police escort who has requested to move back to his home town. Clear? don’t be late, 8PM? and DO NOT come in Uniform. Firstly its unofficial and secondly you are in between postings as of now already, so there is no official requirement for you to be in. He carried on seeing me nod attentively and blurted out, ‘SURE Sure Uncle I will do that. I’ll be there sharp 8PM.’ As I nodded with a smile he finished his closing sentence - ‘When I said something nice, I am not going to ask you particularly this or that. To me NOTHING will be great too, (laughing loudly as I protested UNCLE!!!!) but saree would be a great choice if you can manage. Will be nice to see you in a more pleasant attire than this uniform for a change. Even as I was telling him OK Uncle I’ll try, he ended the call with, ‘Ok dear, work calls. See you later. (and with a smile) BTW, Thanks for sharing the amazing view but it was RUDELY interrupted, so it doesn’t count at all’ (and seeing me cringe and turn red again, he laughed waving at me, ‘Tell your dad I am the good guy here - making you FEEL GOOD na?’ , laughing more he disconnected the call.

I sat staring at the phone for a while, stunned by how it went and put it away started the engine chuckling. The Security guard came to the window and stood next to me, I rolled it down and barked at him, ‘ WHAT DO YOU WANT?’ , He was taken aback by the threatening rude tone and stepped back actually and said apologetically, ‘Sorry madam, I saw you step in the car a while ago and you hadn’t left. Just came to check if everything is alright.’ I sighed, surprised at my own outburst and not even bothering to reply to him checking at the rear view I pulled the jeep in reverse and waved at him quickly and sped out of the car park. As I slowly drove back to the station my mind wandered back to what Madhavan told me about making those pending commendations official and making those reflect in the promotion and wondered what he or someone from the Minister’s office told Pandian that stressed him so much that he called in sick today. Feeling a new rush of gratitude, I pulled over at the well renowned sweets and savouries shop in the city and purchased a box of sweets and some nice selection of hot savouries and remembering their drinking habit, also bought a big box of chilli roasted Peanuts and cashews’ ./ As I stepped out, I thought ‘this will be certainly appreciated’ and chuckling went back to the station thinking, still unable to believe that this is the last afternoon there.

I didn’t quite like anyone much there, so didn’t go around telling everyone and spent the rest of the afternoon, taking my personal stuff and files and things bit by bit back to my jeep not making it suspicious and slipped out of the station, just as how a freshly caught fish would slip out of someone’s hands - and JUST as how that fish would feel, if it managed to jump back into the water, I felt overjoyed too, disappearing away from there, as I drove back home - looking forward to a definitely more promising future ahead, my mind already planning on career progressions and what exams to take and what additional martial arts trainings I can sign up for etc.

As I was lost in my dreams and was turning right at the signal as it turned green to get back home, a guy in 2 wheeler sped through his red signal and managed to break Just in time to avoid hitting the front fenders of the jeep, but lost control and slipped and fell on the floor with the Bike. Shocked by the suddenness of it and angered by how recklessly the chap ignored the red, I jumped out fuming and just as he got up SLAPPED HIM REAL HARD and blared at him at the top of my voice, ‘WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR HELMET? ‘ and as he stood, not even fully recovered yet from the shock of falling down with his elbow graced and bleeding a bit, he was doubly shocked by that STINGING slap as he was mumbling Sorry madam, shaking all over. In the corner of my eyes I saw the traffic police came running in our direction, but before he even could make it I slapped the youngster real hard again, ‘CAN’T YOU SEE THE RED? RASCAL. YOU ALMOST RAMMED INTO MY JEEP AND ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED’. Now almost pissing his pants he was trembling.

Just then, the middle aged police came running to me, ‘whats the problem madam?’ I turned to him and abruptly blurted out , ‘Book him Sir. No Helmet, Ignoring the red light and almost rammed into my Jeep.’ , still seething in anger. Seeing my bad temper, the traffic police lowered his voice, ‘sorry madam, I will deal with this, I think you were going somewhere urgently. please cool down and carry on madam. I will take care of this.’ Calming down, realising I am causing a scene and as I saw some passers by started pulling their phones out to record, I smiled at the traffic police to diffuse the situation and told him. ‘Thank you sir. Teach this rascal a lesson, so never in his life he should think about jumping a red signal’ saying not waiting for him I sat in the Jeep. I was a bit amused to see him stand in attention and salute me as I drove off. That bemused me actually and as I was getting closer to home, I was reflecting on the 2 incidents today where I lost my cool and slapped people which is quite unlike me - Am I doing this overcompensating for the other new events that are also taking place in parallel (in my mind , flashed the naughty smiling face of Madhavan uncle coaxing me to unbutton)

As I reached home, soon other thoughts filled my mind, such as what to wear and how to get there etc. thinking about the big evening ahead of me and was actually quite excited to think that I will be receiving the appointment order for the new position today.

The Promotion - Chapter 7

 The Promotion

Chapter 7 

 

After that little conversation with my dad, I went straight to the bed and slumped, feeling quite drunk still and dozed off. Next morning started quite uneventfully, same old blinding sun on my eyes through the half open curtains (thanks to Saroja!) helping me sit up and as I got ready to go to work, it was a mixed feeling in fact. I was wondering if I actually might get a break from this station finally. As I was going past Sandhu Textiles, I stopped the jeep quickly and ran inside the shop that was JUST then opening for the day. I am used to seeing people stiffen up and be cautious when they see the uniform. Having no time to waste, I quickly beckoned one of the sales girls and asked for the required length of cloth for 3 sets of new uniforms. She brought the role, checked the colour with me to confirm and quickly packed it up and within no time, I paid up and was back on course to duty.

The day turned out to be a dull one, clearing the backlog, finishing odds and ends and stuff. The boring routines also included the tea from Krishna which these days also involves his ‘special request’ alongside the Tea and I find myself finding it as a tolerable nuisance and with a grin gave a sign as if I will kill him with my fingers and he vanished smiling. Unknown to both him and me, at each passing day, his requests were slowly desensitising me. Close to Noon, just when I was mulling over the thought of stepping out for a good lunch somewhere, for a change the constable came to my desk and handed me a big brown sealed envelope.

At first I thought it was some case file, but it was addressed specifically to me. confused, I took it to the bathroom, feeling a bit relieved that the nosy bastard Pandian has taken leave today too. Opened it, and read the letter with official police stamps over and over in disbelief!! It was congratulating on all my commendations during the course of time and promoting me with immediate effect as Inspector! Then in went on about the increments and other benefits. That moment felt like the best part of my whole life. Feeling properly euphoric, I stepped out with the envelope, placed it safely in my brief case and walked to the Jeep with the spring in my steps.

As I sat there, I saw the package from Sandhu Textiles laying around in the empty seat. OH You are an Inspector now! Even more critical that your uniforms need an ‘upgrade’ - thinking to myself, using the same words that the minister used the evening before. I drove up to my usual tailor that I go to, close to my flats. As I entered, I didn’t see the owner who is the lady that does my stitching missing. I looked around and a rather worried looking man in his 40s came and asked me, ‘Can we help madam? Anything wrong?’ I said, ‘Oh nothing wrong. I just need 3 sets of uniforms stitched and wanted to have the measuring done. Where is the lady I usually see here?’

‘Oh She is unwell madam, I am her husband and I can take it on too, if you are OK madam? I work in the days and she does later in the evenings, thats why you probably hadn’t seen me here before’. He seemed sincere enough. I nodded quickly, looking around, and apart from him the shop was deserted. ‘I want just-right fit OK? shirts and trousers Not too loose, neither tight!’ I said in a no nonsense commanding tone which had an instant effect as he nodded with a smile ‘Of course madam, I see your current uniform is also a bit too tight. You have come at the right time. Please come inside, let me take your measures.’

Nodding I placed the cap and the glasses on the table outside and stepped inside to the room behind which was covered with a flimsy curtain for some basic privacy. As he came back with a notebook and tape he became all professional and asked me to raise my arms to the side so he can bring the tape around. As he brought the tape around my chest over the shirt and pressed it around tightly, I noticed his fingers were brushing just around where my nipples were on both sides, as he took his time to adjust, all the while dutifully looking at the tape, avoiding eye contact and hence missed also how I bit my lips when his finger nails were brushing around my areolas.

Finally I yelped, ‘Whats taking so long?’ , he urgently responded, ‘Oh no no madam, almost there. How do you think it is, do you feel the tape too tight? little looser?’ I nodded while he gorged at the sight of the lovely shapely good sized tits not taking his eyes away even for a second. Yea now it’s OK, I said with a sigh. ‘ OK Madam’ he turned around noting the measures while still holding the tape around my boobs.

He slipped it down a little to get the underbust measures and while doing so, while adjusting, I felt his fingers almost dug into my boobs and pushed it up, as he poked them casually. I was holding my temper to yell at him, waiting to see if he would go any further. This time without asking me he wrote down the measures for the under bust and slipped the tape to my waist and placed it around my navel in the front and with both hands tightened it while I could feel, JUST like yesterday his fingers were lazily trying to feel for my navel under my shirt and I squirmed uneasily. I could CLEARLY feel his fingers crowding around the navel holding the tape, scratching my belly over the shirt, while he apologised, ‘sorry madam, just a minute’ seeing me almost dancing, shifting my hips uneasily, moving around - feeling all Hot and flushed all of a sudden as a big pleasure wave hit through me as one of his fingers found its mark, over the shirt as he began to very gently poke it while studiously adjusted the tape with his other hand at my sides at the waist and from behind.

Still Arms to my side I briefly closed my eyes, jerking involuntarily ever so slightly, at his every push poke and prod at my navel, over the shirt. Realising that he may get away with this, he took his time, playing with me, thinking to himself WHAT A HOT BODY and fuckkk she is so damn beautiful and just looked up to catch me eyes shut and biting my lips. Thinking quickly, having already observed that my shirt is a bit tight, ‘OK madam thats 28 inches will do nicely I think. may be the previous measure was 26, thats why it has gone a bit tight’ as he spoke ,while still poking and scratching my navel over the shirt...enjoying seeing me nod while i looked away and closed my eyes, he quickly wedged the tape just under the button right over the navel and as he slid the tape off me. Just as he hoped, the steel edge of the tape got stuck and snagged and popped the button off the shirt.

Pushing his hand away I yelled, HEYY. ‘Ouch so sorry madam, seems like the button has been a bit loose, seems to have gotten stuck in the tape. terribly sorry. ‘ He bent down to search for the fallen button but looked up from down below to see through the big gape, my fair exposed belly and my belly button before I pulled the shirt to cover up. ‘Sorry madam, its a small inconvenience. I will fix it right away. Please stand just as you are. I will just finish your hips and get that button stitched back, so you can be out and about just as you came. you don’t even have to take your shirt off’ He said with a charming smile and apologies.

I sighed cursing my luck and nodded, feeling a bit helpless, and growled at him in a rough voice making it clear that i am upset with the whole thing. ‘YEA MAKE IT QUICK and no mistakes this time! Clear?’ He nodded not even bothering with a verbal reply and squatting a bit brought the tape aorund my belly again and lowered it just below the belt to take the measurement at the sliding the tape around to find the widest part of my hip. I felt so ashamed standing there letting him do that, sliding the tape on both sides while his fingers felt my sides freely. I was trying to remember how it has been when his wife, the regular tailor that I went to when she was taking the measure. I never felt like this. This bugger is having some fun of his own - I deduced. But then deep within, when I pondered, I had to admit, I enjoyed it to some degree too, even though I wouldn’t openly admit it. With the tape somewhere around the middle of the butt cheeks and the front part around the crotch, pressing casually over the zipper, he even took the liberty to press with the back of his fingers my mound, briefly, but pulled back. As his fingers rubbed me there, despite being very brief it felt like a jolt of electricity hit me at once. Thankfully he was done with it. As I stood covering the loosened part of the shirt with my hands he completed the trouser lengths and sleeve lengths and around collars quickly.

‘All done madam. Its all here. It will be ready same time in 10 days.’ I protested, WHY 10 days , can you not get it done in a week? , ‘Sorry madam we are so busy, ‘ As he spoke he came with the popped out button and the threaded needle. ‘Can you move your hands please madam. so I can secure the button back?’ I sighed and put my hands aside, knowing he will not only get a gaping view but knowing his forays , he won’t stop with just views. A part of me was anxiously looking forward to it, though I pretended to be annoyed and offended and complained about his carelessness.

pulling a stool and he sat in that, in front of me again muttering, ‘sorry madam’ but this time it didn’t look like he was fully meaning it. Wasting no time, he slipped his hand inside the gap and as he placed the button and held it with his index and thumb, his other 3 fingers were directly above my exposed navel. Directly at his eye level, he slipped down his pinkie finger and GENTLY let it trace around the rim of my deep navel and just as he expected he noticed me SHUDDER, and as he carried on measuring the circumference of my navel with his small finger he looked up and he LIKED what he saw.

A Police Inspector in proper uniform who seemed to be a terror a few minutes earlier bossing him around as she walked in, now stood shuddering in front of him with her eyes shut and her boobs heaving heavily as her tummy trembled at his touch. Deciding to ramp it up, ‘Are you alright madam?’ he asked in a soft voice looking at my contorted face as he slowly slipped his ring finger in my navel which made me GASP and I reflexively I held his hand in a FIRM Grip. Alarmed he pulled his hand off. ‘Sorry Madam, there is no proper access like this. I think it may be better if you pull the shirt tucks out of your trouser just for a few minutes madam.’

WHAT? ( i asked red faced as I looked down at him still holding his hand). Quite casually even as he suggested, he put the needle in his other hand on the table next to him and placed his hand on my side and started pulling the tucks out. ‘HEY HEY waaaitt!’ , I shouted alarmed. ‘Don’t be so shy madam. You are so very beautiful anyway. ‘ as he spoke he pulled the tucks from both sides at the front, enough for him to work with and enough for him to open and expose most of my lower belly in the pretext of stitching.

Gritting my teeth I stood still, can’t wait for this embarrassment to get over with. Next few minutes, with better access, he got to work and stitched the button back in place. ‘All DONE madam’ he said with a beaming smile, ‘but just one small thing madam. just a minute’ and even as I asked WHAT? he abruptly put his finger directly in my navel pressing his palm on the under belly as I Shook all over and held his hand and shouted,’ WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE UPTO?’ , he calmly replied, ‘wait madam, I noticed some lint there, Just removing it’ even as he was replying his finger was pushing all the way to the base of my navel and was poking and prodding me there as he looked up at me smiling - at the pretext of removing the imaginary lint.

Seeing me Gasp and shake all over again thrilled him to bits before I slapped his hand off, yelling at him - ENOUGH NO NEED FOR ALL that - blushing all over and quickly secured the buttons and tucked the shirt back in and stormed out. As I was stepping out, he said again, ‘Madam but you look very beautiful madam. please take it as a compliment.’ I stood there, Irritated now that this asshole is making a pass at me directly, anger suddenly welling up, walked back to him and GRABBED HIM by his collar and SLAPPED HIM HARD! and staring right down into his eyes - Consider it your lucky day bastard. If it was another day, You will be coming with me to the station and even before I finish the sentence landing another slap on to his other cheek, still fuming, ‘ONE WEEK Rascal! Get it ready in one week!’ I will come in the evening to pick up form your unfortunate wife. I hope with ALL that fondling you took proper measurements. If not you are in big trouble. Saying I pushed him back with the hand that held his collar. His eyes were showing true fear as he kept apologising non-stop and almost at the verge of tears, cursing himself for getting too carried away and as I stood at the entrance and turned back one last time, it was he who was red-cheeked, trembling, shuddering, gasping, shaking all over. Feeling a perverse sense of pleasure I walked out of the shop picking the cap and sun glasses that I left at the entrance.

As I sat in the Jeep again, seeing the brief case lifted my mood again as the smile returned thinking about the promotion and as I drove to the nearby restaurant I thought about this very recent discovery - How bloody sensitive I am at the navel and instantly blushed thinking about it. I was just wondering to myself, if I had let that bloody tailor to finger my navel a bit longer, shuddering at the very thought, Gosh, I would have climaxed right there. Why did I not discover this sooner? My thoughts were replaced by the approaching restaurant and I headed there for a well deserved proper lunch.

The Promotion - Chapter 6

 The Promotion

Chapter 6

While I was desperately trying to think of an excuse to get myself out of there, after I spluttered and coughed the warm sensation around my chest especially, contrasting with that cold central AC in the living room was actually doing things to me. It wasn’t too bad after all. Sensing my face change a bit Madhavan quipped helpfully, ‘what police madam, liking the foreign liquor seems like? did Paneer not tell you it’s liquid gold?’ I laughed along, ‘he never said that, you did uncle’. Minister changed subject abruptly, ‘so Vandana, I saw in your files you aced all the physicals required for the job and also hold a black belt in karate, and also passed on your rifle tests with merits?’ Turned to him surprised at the level of detailing he has gone on into reading my file, I nodded. ‘yes sir, that’s right. I have’ added brimming with pride, feeling FINALLY my bloody hard work is being noticed by someone. Not just any someone, but someone way higher up in the food chain - thinking happily.

‘Go on, take it slow, time to enjoy your well deserved promotion dear!’ he prompted to me pointing to the glass casually. I found myself instantly picking it up worried to be in the wrong side of that man who has so far been surprising me with his sharpness with everything and sipping just a bit this time and it went in rather smoothly as my palette and throat got well adjusted to - i looked ahead and read the label to myself Glenfiddich which meant nothing to me. Minister carried on, ‘so tell me, why did you want to get into police, of all things? Its not like its a natural choice, especially for a pretty girl like you? I am sure you would have been very popular during your college days and things, what with your looks and all. I still can’t believe Murugesan managed to get such a pretty girl as his daughter, you must have your good looks from your mother dear’ as he laughed Madhavan laughed as well, as I found myself blushing overtime!

Few moments later, I realised Minister is expecting a reply and taking another small sip at it, felt somehow my inhibitions loosening as a buzz filled my head a tiny bit - ‘Oh it was a long time dream sir. I used to watch Vijayashanthi movies when I was young and got inspired from it and wanted to actually make a difference in the society. I think I am doing a reasonably good job at it and can do a lot better if only I had more opportunities than being stuck at B2 station and snapping up lowly pick pockets and eve teasers’, I spoke with more conviction than I normally would have and spoke with such passion that surprised everyone including me.

Madhavan as usual overdid it as he stood and clapped a lot while minister laughed. ‘Dear, I think you have a bright career in politics if you can give a speech like that, besides our Paneer is getting old too and we need a charming successor’ he joked as minister rolled eyes dismissively calling him idiot and I chimed in telling him to stop his drama at once. As Minister and I both giggled he sat back shaking his head complaining , ‘No place here for honest opinion’.

Ignoring him, the Minister carried on, ‘Hey tell me this, in one or two years you get promoted again and become a senior police officer and find that Madhavan here is doing something dodgy. What would you do? will you return the favour he did to you or lock him up right away?’ I looked surprised at the sudden twist in that question and looked at him and back at Madhavan uncle too and in my somewhat inebriated state my tongue betrayed me. Taking another big sip, now nearly emptying the glass, as I needed more time to think and compose, I turned to the Minister and told him - ‘will definitely lock him up sir, if not for his crime at the time, particularly for his current crimes of being a nuisance asking me to show whats inside my shirt.’ (i said that grinning and looked at Madhavan uncle) , What Uncle? shall I take you to the station and lock you up and strip you down to your underwear for enquiry, like I did to you drug dealer last month?’ asking still giggling playfully pulling his leg.

He looked initially stunned then giggled back mumbling, ‘lets see who strips who and who loses their underwear soon’ and sniggered at me. Minister reached out and slapped his wrist hard, ‘EEEI What the hell are you talking?’ yelled at him. ‘Paneer, I was joking too. Don’t take it serious. She is Police. I remember that very well’ as he said he patted my thigh playfully. ‘Ummhmm, so you are that scared of me uncle?’ I continued to taunt him with a glint in my eyes brushing his hand on my thigh now with my hand. ‘AFRAID? who is afraid of who?’ saying he poked my hip again unexpectedly, making me squeal and jump from the chair and as I sat back I slapped his wrist, annoyed (over the big laugh of the minister). ‘UNCLE!!! I told you a dozen times already. don’t do that!’

Minister enquired innocently as I sat back and sipped some more, ‘Does your husband not do that to you Vandana?’ with a puzzled face. Not thinking much, I blurted out, ‘No sir, he doesn’t care much. He is like Madhavan uncle’ ( i added blushing as I freely admitted something very intimate about our married life to these old men and they looked back at me astonished at how easily I let that out realising that the scotch has begun working! ). ‘OOPS too much detail sir’ ( i said blushing immediately ).

NONSENSE. yelling at the top of his voice, putting his glass down and held my right hand while planting his other hand on my thigh SO CLOSE to my crotch, with that surprised expression intact, coming a bit closer - ‘Are you serious Vandana?’ asking he slid his hand up, gracing the trouser zip and belt, casually, grabbed my tummy right over my navel and as he gave it a good squeeze, asked in the same surprised tone, ‘SERIOUSLY? He does NOT touch you here AT ALL ? WHAT a man you have for a husband!! ( shaking his head ignoring my shocked face and shifting around in the sofa to get away and my semi-pleading shocked tone, SIR ...what are you doing, let me go....) While he grabbed my tummy he expertly managed to slip his index finger through the gap between the shirt buttons and with a practiced elegance let it swivel around feeling every inch of the soft skin enjoying how I jerked and shook in tune to his touches. Eventually his exploring index finger inside my shirt, landed on the Bulls eye, my whirlpool of a Navel greeted the rare visitor as Minister KEENLY observed how I instantly Gasped and closed my eyes!!

Firstly he was Hyper delighted to find out that I wasn’t wearing any full-length shimmies or inner vest and he could feel my bare skin and secondly he was Overjoyed that his finger was luckily in the right spot and he managed to slip it in my navel all the way through and THOROUGHLY fascinated and enjoyed the way my face contorted and how I bit my lips and GASPED in shock as a wave of pleasure went right through me as his finger wiggled inside my navel. I was kind of helpless to stop as I was holding the glass in one hand and my other hand was held by the minister strongly pinned down and to top it off , the damn drink had mellowed my usually sharp reactions a LOT.

I finally managed to free my hand from his grip and holding his hand I stood up from the sofa, brushing his hand away a I stood, shouting in a shrill embarrassed voice ‘LEAVE ME SIR NOoooo’ and staggering for a bit and face still beet-red in shame, I put the glass down on the teapot and stepping away saying ‘ I should leave now sir’ and walked to the door. Minister asked me loudly, ‘you still didn’t answer me Vandana. Would he do what I did OR NOT?’ asked in utmost seriousness but relishing the way it went. Holding the door, I looked back at him and nodded a No and with a slight grin forming in my face, Opened the door.

As I was stepping out he asked again, ‘Vandana’ ( and I turned half in half out of the door). ‘But you didn’t seem to HATE IT ? you seem to be in fact ,liking it a lot right?’ Blushing furiously, I ignored the question and quickly added ‘Good night sir, Good night Uncle’ and rushed out of the cool AC room into the relatively warm late evening air outside and rushed to the main gate to hail the auto that was strolling past and stepped in, headed for home. While I was inebriated, it wasn’t so bad that I can’t think clearly and I cursed myself on the way back for agreeing to drink with them two, but then repeatedly my mind played back the last few minutes where the Minister slipped his finger so casually inside my shirt and played with my navel and every time I went through it in my mind, I became hornier and hornier. Breaking my rhythm of thought the auto arrived our apartments and I reached upstairs to find hot dinner ready on the table and was grateful to have Saroja.

While finishing up the dinner I had a call from my father unexpectedly. He was just calling to ask the laptop’s password as he forgot it yet again. After I told him , I casually mentioned about meeting Madhavan uncle. It took a while for him to recall, but then first thing he told me was, ‘BE CAREFUL dear. Him and his old friend Paneer, they used be this way and that with women’ he said casually just as a warning for me to take care and was not aware of anything else at all. But I sat there frozen looking into the phone like a statue, long since he disconnected the line, wondering why the hell did I not know this 2 days back.

The Promotion - Chapter 5

 The Promotion

Chapter 5

As I stood at the edge of the well lit patio, marvelling at the beautifully planted row of rose bushes with different coloured roses and a lawn that is manicured with great care, the main door made of best quality Teak wood opened with assured heaviness and a plump lady beckoned me in, ‘please come madam inside. Minister is expecting you. He will join you shortly. I nodded politely and stepped in, guessing she must be the house help here, guessing from her dress. As I sat in the big sofa waiting, I heard a booming voice, ‘Malathi? Is the Dinner ready?’ and I turned around to see a towering figure of Paneer slowly climbing down the stairs. He must be easily 6 ft 2 and heavy built, with a jovial ‘people-friendly’ face, helping him win elections with ease. He had oozing charm as I smiled at me genially, registering surprise in his face.

‘If Madhavan hadn’t showed me your picture, I never in a million years believed you are our Murugesan’s daughter. Wah!!’ coming closer to me as I stood up like a spring and greeted him with a poilte smile, nodding happily. Yes sir, it was a pleasant surprise meeting Madhavan uncle at the court house yesterday. Thanks for making time to see me.’ He immediately slapped my back over the shirt, ‘Don’t be silly. your father has taken care of me, worked hard day and night during our lean times. This is the least I could do as a pay back for him. Patting my back again and pressing my shoulders with both his hands.’ Take a seat, I will come now.

He slowly walked across the living room, towards the grandly decorated liquor cabinet and poured himself a large glass of whiskey and slowly walked back, dressed in his sleevless vests and lungi, obviously done with any pending work. As he sat right next to me he just remembered and shouted, ‘Maalathi, can you fetch the file that I placed on the office desk, the yellow one’ and turning around casually tapped my upper thigh, not minding one bit, in a manner of speaking, ‘Then tell me , how are things? I heard you are at the same posting for 5 years, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze, ignoring my squirm and shifting and slipped his hand off just as Malathy walked into the hall with the file. ‘Put it On the table and you can leave. Dinner is on the table right? I will serve myself. You can go.’ pointing to the teapot in front of him to put the file and dismissing her with a tone of authority which I had seldom seen even within the force with many high ranking officials so far. Made me think he is at this level not by fluke.

‘Sir yes sir. That’s what I came to talk about Sir, and as I started giving my version of the events, detailing every single point, he grabbed the file and scanning the pages again, reading carefully, while half-listening to me too. Finally putting the file away, taking a big swig of his scotch, turning to me, ‘I understand Vandana. So, is there any problems in the station too? There must be more than just laziness if some police officer is actively stopping you from having your promotion. tell me.’

I looked at him long and hard, shocked at how perceptive he is in picking up the subtle vibes. ‘Uhh yes, that as well sir. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to complain about a fellow police officer to you on his conduct. That’s why I chose not to bring it to you sir. He has always been passing dirty sex remarks and touching me here and there with wrong intentions sir.’

As I said it, Ironically he patted my thighs as a show of solidarity muttering, ‘some people can be real nasty. clearly he doesn’t want to let you go so he can carry on doing what he gets away with doing to you. You don’t even have to tell me the details. (squeezing my thigh gently. ) Leave it with me Vandana. I will take care of it. Are you OK getting promoted to anywhere in the state? or you prefer to be in the same city? ‘ he looked at me sharply as he asked with his fingers still lingering around my upper thigh as he spoke, while his face looking dead straight into my eyes locking eye contact properly , making it unsure for me to read his intentions. At the moment they seem well intentioned supportive touches so I chose to give the benefit of the doubt and carried on, shuffling around uncomfortably with his hand on my thigh over the trouser lingering , pressing and squeezing me as he spoke.

‘Oh thank you sir. thanks a lot. I prefer if it is in the city sir. I am already away from family, and my husband, I don’t want to move to another small town and lose any career opportunities as well too sir.’ Squeezing my thigh nicely now... ‘WHAT? are you married? and are you living alone? why can’t your husband come here?’ taking his hand away to fetch the glass leaving me for now.

‘OH he has his own grocery shop in the native town sir. that’s why. I go visit him once a month’ .Hmmm.. are you not missing him? missing all the action’ ? He asked seriously, coming straight to the point, not mucking about. Taken aback by the directness of the question I stayed silent for a while. Then seeing that he is waiting for an answer, ‘ Sir yes I do miss him, but what to do sir? Job and career are also important right’ , (tapping my upper back appreciatively as I sat at the edge of the sofa) ‘hmm.. it’s very difficult to see someone as motivated as you are, these days dear. I will do all I can to help. Come and See me tomorrow OK. same time. I may have something’

‘Ohh thank you very much sir.’ I stood up as he looked up at my figure appreciatively and commented, ‘No wonder Pandian does not want to let you go’ I immediately blushed but nodded curtly not knowing how to respond to that ‘matter of fact’ statement, as he turned around to his scotch indicating I am dismissed as his phone rang and he picked up waving me off.’ Just as I slowly retreated, I found Madhavan uncle just stepping inside the house. I nodded and smiled at him as Minister was busy on the phone. He signalled me to wait. I came along with him and waited for the minister to finish his phone call while Madhavan meanwhile, helped himself to a glass and sat in the far end of the big sofa, pointing the middle seat to me. I sat there and waited for the phone call about someone notifying the minister about the possible Bandh planned the following week and he was barking instructions and was done with it and took a big gulp of his drink frustrated , shouting ‘idiots’ and waved at Madhavan.

As he recomposed his thoughts he looked back at me, ‘sorry for driving you away abruptly’ then turning to Madhavan carried on, ‘Oh you didn’t seem to mention about Pandian in the station being inappropriate to her’ and went on to elaborate at that subject in a bit more detail while I sat there in the middle squirming, and as usual, as he spoke his hand planted on my thigh and gently rubbing it. I looked back at Madhavan who was not even looking at it and listened keenly paying full attention to minister when he spoke.

Then he turned to me and with a smile, ‘I may have an idea for this Paneer. BUT as always my solutions come with a price. ‘ with that naughty giggle he switched tack instantly, ‘tell me is it Yellow like I asked you to?’ making me blush and both of them laughed at that and minister asked him, ‘what is this yellow business going on? and why is she suddenly super shy?’ he asked eagerly, patting my thigh. Madhavan added with a chuckle, ‘its ok vandana, its only for general knowledge!’ making me roll my eyes and grin. But I nodded back at him eventually, ‘yes it is sir, luckily i had something in yellow’ ( i admitted realizing my cheeks are on fire literally).

‘OH then do show me? what’s the point of just saying it?’ , I turned to look at the minister with uncertainty. ‘Oh ignore Paneer. He has seen the full range of rainbow colours in his life time,’ chuckling along. Minister replied with open palms , ‘ I am still not following this subject, but seems something naughty’ he laughs as he carried on with his drink. Finally I sighed and turned to face Madhavan fully and pulled my shirt collar aside fully as much as I could and showed the shoulder strap of the bra. He came closer and squinted and pretended that he is unable to see it properly and quickly lowering his voice, ‘undo that first button and show it properly no? so I can see the colour’

Staring at him in utter disbelief for a while left with indecision on what to do, whether to storm out while I have a chance or getting dragged in deeper. Just then something happened that made me SQUEAL and jump from the sofa. Minister had bought both his hands to my hips as I sat facing away and poked with his fingers DEEP on both sides at the same time, making me squeal and jump out of the sofa as both men laughed at my overreaction. ‘OHH this I didn’t expect, minister said putting his hand up. sorry’ as he chuckled he carried on with his drink.

‘Sorry sir, I am ve..erry ticklish’ , I admitted standing in front of him, sheepishly as they both watched me Fascinated. ‘Wow your husband is missing a lot of things by not being with you’ he commented with an honest feedback, making me feel sad too in an instant. Madhavan cajoled me to sit back again grabbing my arm gently pointing at the seat and I came back and sat again turning to minister with a polite request, ‘but please sir don’t do that again’ with a shameful grin which made him laugh heartily.

‘Anyway, now time for some action Vandana, come one undo the top button and show me properly and I’ll describe the idea that just came to me. alright? Like I said dear, you can trust me and Paneer here dear, both of us will not cross our limits. More than me, paneer has his reputation to worry about, he can’t just go having a good time with a sexy police officer like you ok? so give us some credit OK?’ he sounded hurt, even as I looked at him dumb founded thinking, did he just openly called me sexy?

From behind Paneer patted my shoulder, ‘so are we going to wait endlessly or what?’ and chuckled. ‘with a barrage of verbal pressure from both sides, I relent and slowly undid the top button and pushed the shirt out wider showing a large portion of my yellow sports bra strap and he quickly came forward to take a peek in and he got what he wanted, a glimpse of the upper part of the bra cup as he sat back satisfied with a big smile. ‘OHH Just want to make sure the cups are of the same colour too. she is not lying paneer. I will share my plan, listen now both of you.’ Paneer stopped laughing and put the glass back on the teapot and folded his arms and listened studiously , while I quickly secured the button back, blushing furiously.

Madhavan carried on, not minding my reactions one bit. ‘So Paneer, if getting Vandana an urgent transfer is going to be difficult then we have your security detail right ? Inspector Baskar. I just found out that he has applied for transfer to his native place citing family reasons too. So, we can let him go woth immediate effect and bring our Vandana here ‘temporarily’. This will be an immediate promotion for her too, as one has to be at least an Inspector grade to handle the security detail. While she is here taking care of you, (laughing seeing me blush patting my thigh ) sorry I mean... taking care of your security for a few months, you can push for her transfer to a posting in a Key station of her choice within the city. This way everyone is happy. WHAT SAY? ‘

Minister seem uncharacteristically excited as he openly whistled and applauded, ‘Madhava, there is a good reason why you are my wing man’ then looking at me patting my back, ‘Are YOU OK with this idea dear? This is all assuming you like to work with us?’ he asked with a sincere and serious face. I felt on the one side, so relieved to be getting out of the dreadful B2 station and also the news of immediate promotion sounded heaven, as this meant salary increment, benefits etc too. Besides, Security detail work load is lighter too while I can focus on honing other skills for career progression while I waited out. Except that there is this big uncertainty of having to tread carefully with Minister and Madhavan uncle. I thought through and came to a quick decision and nodded a YES with a bright smile and immediately found myself jumping again from the sofa as Minister in his excitement poked my hips again making me squeal ‘ SIRRRRRRR STOP DOING THAT PLEASE’

Madhavan laughed and added, ‘OH I should tell you, If I like your (pausing for the right words then looking up) WHAT’s hidden behind your Badge, Paneer here is crazy about what all our south heroines show off when they dance in the songs’ It was diplomacy lingo at its best and yet it reeked naughtiness through and through as I stood facing them both cringing. ‘Good to know sir. but useless General Knowledge for me’ responded back with as much sting as I could muster, but it came through quite weak. ‘if there is nothing more, can I leave now sir pls?’

Madhavan persisted, ‘What’s the rush Vandana, have a glass with us and go. Lets celebrate the new DEAL. what say?’ Paneer pitched in, ‘Oh yes, where are my manners. I should have asked you a long ago. Have you tried Alcohol ever before?’ as always sensible questions are Paneer’s forte. I thought for a bit, pondered if I should tell the truth or just lie. Madhavan picked up on it, ‘OH you think so long. surely you must have then. when was it? during college or recently or when?’ I smiled and nodded, ‘I sometimes have a glass of wine to have that feel good factor sir when I am too stressed at work or had a particularly bad day at the station with Pandian sir. And yes, first exposure was here at the city college when I studied in the hostel.’ I admitted truthfully, but added quickly, ‘but I am fine sir . I must get going anyways. I should be here again tomorrow at the same time to get the confirmation of what you said sir? ( walking away already towards the door as I turned and asked)

Oh in that case you SHOULD have a round with us both to celebrate the ‘deal’ insisted Madhavan uncle and Minister stood up himself to fetch a glass from the cabinet, even as I vehemently protested, ‘SIR no no please don’t insist. I was just being truthful, but doesn’t mean I want to drink now’ I added desperately, but I was just plain ignored as he also walked up to the fridge and brought the ice cubes tray and poured it in lovely looking the flash for it on the teapot which I had failed to notice until then. Madhavan literally grabbed me by my forearm, gently though and ushered me to sit with them in the middle as before. ‘I will let you go Vandana if you say you have something more important to do than being with us?’ he posed that question and looked at me back seriously. I shifted uncomfortably, ‘Not like that sir. It’s just not proper.’

Minister bellowed pouring a good measure of the whiskey from the bottle handing it to me to hold, ‘OH hell with the formalities. Don’t suddenly become Police lady now, for us you are always that ever green Vandana. Look at what you are holding, thats a very expensive scotch. Have you seen it before? Time to enjoy some quality, Madhan was telling me you needed an upgrade of your Uniforms. Why not upgrade everything? I am sure whatever you secretly enjoyed with your friends in the past in your girls hostel is not even close to this.’ saying he patted my back and poured a measure for him too leaving Madhavan to help himself. As I heard him mention about the uniform upgrade and I turned back to stare at Madhavan, sending him daggers with my eyes. He put his hands up apologetically and smiled and in a low voice, ‘ Sorry Vandu, I was giving a thorough background about you to our dear minister. Hope you are not mad at me for more than 3 seconds’ he said smiling. After 3 seconds I smiled at him back seeing how hopelessly naughty he is. Patting my thighs he happily poured one for him too and they both raised their glasses. Reluctantly I picked it up too and clinked as Minister said, ‘To our new Security detail - INSPECTOR VANDANA’ and I nodded and smiled happily, even as using the moment, Madhavan rubbed my thigh quickly cooing along ‘Cheers’. Taking a sip, I spluttered and coughed and they both laughed heartily. I sensed that this is a slow slippery slope that I am walking myself into, but nevertheless something in me pulled me forward.

The Promotion - Chapter 4

The Promotion 

Chapter 4 

As I said ‘Hello Uncle’ the voice on the other side sounded excited and high pitched. ‘Lets go green’ laughing. ‘Stop it uncle’ I said blushing. You still hadn’t forgotten it no? it was just a small peek and you are making a big issue. you said you have some news ?’ He was not in any rush to get to the point as I asked him nervously. ‘You said you are living in your apartment by yourself?’ when he heard a yes, ‘then why not switch on the video call? Its better face to face, seriously’ without waiting for my confirmation, he sent an accept video request.

Cursing him silently, adjusting my T shirt quickly, I turned on the video and smiled at him with a plastic smile. He was having a glass of what looked like some expensive whiskey in his hand and as he saw me he raised the glass. ‘All good news only dear, be patient hahaa otherwise will I call you at this hour to disturb if it’s not important? tell me?’ As I nodded, ‘sorry uncle’ I felt cornered a bit and felt a bit like Krishna a few mins ago.

‘Ohh it’s all good news and arranged, but what do I get in return for sharing the details to you?’ he asked laughing. ‘Oh what do you want uncle?’ I asked back innocently, not liking the way this is heading one bit. ‘Oh I see you changed into something white from khaki. (pointing at my loose T shirt). Tell me, Is it still green inside?’ he asked chuckling. ‘UNCLE’ I shouted back getting annoyed. ‘Stop this kind of dirty talk please. I don’t like this one bit, if you cannot help me please tell me straight away!!’

‘Ohh don’t be so angry vandana. It was a simple question. Is it still green inside or not?’ (he persisted testing how far he can push me). I sighed deeply trying to compose myself and thought for a moment seriously to disconnect the call. Then gritting my teeth I said, ‘No uncle it’s light blue now’ ( i can feel my shoulders slump even as I admitted such intimate detail to him and can see him raise his glass to me one more time.) ‘AAAH this is nice!! just what I like, some cooperation is always good dear!!’

‘So can I have the details now uncle?’ ( i asked exasperated). ‘Almost dear. prove it to me. show me the proof and I hand it to you in the plate’ he said coolly without skipping a beat. ‘UNCLE, do you even remember you’re talking to police?’ I asked incredulously. ‘OH I know the dear. Fully know that and I also know your situation fully. so take it or leave it. this is my offer.

Weighing the options, clearly not wanting to go back to B2 station any longer than I had to and face that horrible inspector, I chose to put up with this nonsense, hoping it’s temporary. ‘Alright, Uncle.’ saying I quickly pulled the T shirt at the shoulder, showing the thin strap of my blue lacy bra, a comfort wear I chose to wear for that night, actually thanking my stars really. If it wasn’t for the events earlier today, I sleep most nights with just the T shirt and no bra. Thankfully it wasn’t today.’

His eyes went wide. ‘OHHH this one looks much nicer compared to what I saw in the morning. Anyway dear, what it holding up and covering, they are so lovely too vandana’ ( he said with a crude laughter) ‘IS IT OK uncle? satisfied? (forcing a smile as I let go of the T shirt and carried on). Can we get back to more important things?

Immediately switching gears he carried on, ‘Oh yes sure dear. I spoke with Paneer ( referring to his long time friend , the transport minister Paneer Selvam) Told him your situation and even showed your picture. He is keen to help you, you know how kind hearted he is. So, I have arranged for an appointment tomorrow evening after 8pm when his official schedule finishes. Can you meet him at his residence at around 8pm?’

‘Ohh sure Uncle, thanks a lot for arranging this. I will be there.’ (nodding enthusiastically). ‘Oh by the way, I took the liberty of pulling out your files and records and have sent it already to paneer. He should have it in his desk for review tomorrow. In any case, bring a copy on your side OK?’ As I nodded, ‘Oh I noticed there were 3 commendations mentioned but nothing became official, WHY IS IT?’

Feeling greatly relieved that the injustice done to me is being noticed I quickly recounted how Pandian is actively blocking my promotion and uses it as a leverage to get work done in the station for free while he sits around happily waiting for his retirement the next year or the year after but careful to omit his sexual advances, thinking I will reserve it to the minister directly.

‘Anyway, noted down dear, I will have another chat with Paneer tomorrow and mention about this as well. We should be easily able to help you. Don’t worry dear.’ and just as a joke he mentioned, ‘Dont forget, tomorrows colour is Yellow, the colour of Sun. I WILL CHECK.’ Seeing me blush he laughed aloud, ‘just kidding dear, wear whatever colour you have, but I will check still’ laughing yet again seeing me cringe. ‘Alright , ignore my naughty talks dear. you can trust me dear. Good night OK?’ Not waiting for my reply he disconnected.

I lay back on the bed and recalled the turn of events, all of it that happened in a single day and it was too much for me to make sense of them all at once and while deep in thought I slipped into sleep not even aware of it. The 6AM alarm rudely woke me up as I got ready to face another day at the B2 station, hoping that the evening brings better fortunes for my career.

At work it was a languishingly slow day to pass as I was already thinking all about whatI should be telling the minister etc. and my thought process was interrupted by ‘Tea madam’ and I checked the clock, it was 11AM already. Keep it on the table Krishna, I replied preoccupied. He placed the tea next to me and leaned closer to me quickly and whispered. ‘They look gorgeous madam even from this angle. I can’t just get it out of my head. please show me just once more no?’ and not even waiting for my reply as I turned around to look at him in utter shock, he already rushed to the Inspector’s cabin with the Tea for him suppressing a smile.

I sat there staring at the guts of this boy as he is for sure playing with fire. For some reason, I wasn’t able to feel the same rage and anger I felt the day before with him. I was wondering to myself, ‘Hey Vandana, Are you liking this crap or WHAT?’ seeing him step back out of the cabin as he walked past me he casually rubbed his hands on his chest running over his nipples and bringing it down to his tummy just as he walked past me knowing I am keenly watching him, he hummed the old hit song, ‘One...more...time... tadaaaaa’ and carried on humming as he stepped out of the station.

Part of me wanted to have a word with Saroja about his behaviour, while the other half of me, sneakily enjoyed his mischief as I watched him jump out of the station steps and disappear happily, sowing the seeds of doubt within my head about my own self.

Soon the rest of the day flew past and I left a bit early from work with my case files hiding along with it my own portfolio file, ignoring Pandian’s remark ‘HALF A DAY TODAY ? Do you have some modelling assignments?’ I stepped out of the station cursing him reaching home on time to get ready and compose myself and go there to the minister’s home calmly.

Had a quick shower, freshened up and dressed in a fresh set of uniform and despite he only meant as a joke, I actually scanned the wardrobe to find a beige/yellow sports bra and put it on with a smile, knowing Madhavan uncle will definitely ask about it. Part of me was confused as to why I am doing this at all? Listening to Madhavan uncle’s silly suggestions.

As I stepped out and hailed an Auto to Minister’s address, keeping up with the government codes to not use the government vehicle for private use, making sure I play by the book when I am out there to see the minister. I arrived 15 mins earlier than I was asked to come. I just sent off the auto and approached the main gate confronted by the security. He was weary to see police and enquired what this is about and I said personal and he checked inside and let me in happily. ‘Sorry madam, just doing my duty’ apologising politely. I dismissed him politely and stepped in the huge bungalow walking through the patio towards the main gate.

The promotion - Chapter 3

 The Promotion

Chapter 3 

‘‘Come in Mister Cameraman!!’ (choosing to take the higher ground, instantly switching my tone like how I normally speak to the criminals we arrest and seeing his face drain colour instantly, gave me all the feedback I needed. So, (i put my hand out) and silently without a word Krishna pulled out the phone and handed it me as he was shaking all over, unable to gather enough courage to even look at my face. Taking the phone from him, ‘How old are you Krishna?’ and in reply, almost a whisper , ‘18 madam’. ‘You’re still in Teens. Just because you turned 18, you think you’re all grown up? Do you know what happens to the young boys like you at the prison? Shall I tell you or do you already know?’ (secretly enjoying this role reversal where earlier I was the one cowered down unable to look at him properly).

‘No No madam please madam’ , Or shall I call Saroja now? ‘ flicking the phone suddenly shouted, ‘ WHATS the Password?’ , No No madam please madam , she will KILL me madam. sorry madam, (he was almost about to cry as he stood shaking all over putting his hands together. ) 1858 madam the pass ( he whispered as i entered it and got into his phone..) while I knew he could have copied around or uploaded it already as he had all the time he needed, I was just checking his media files and sure enough there was nothing. I was contemplating If I should take the phone to my friend at the IT fraud centre but decided its too risky and quickly checked his emails sent folders etc based on the details from the ethical hacking course I attended earlier, to confirm the file has not been sent anywhere. Reasonably satisfied I reset his phone to factory settings wiping everything out while he silently protested.

‘If I found out that you have made copies or sent it anywhere, you know right? that’s the end of your life.’ threw the phone back at him and as he caught it... sat back more comfortably in the sofa putting my hands over my head... leaning back stretching a bit after a long day. ‘So tell me Krishna, why on earth did you do that? Why would you think of recording?’ asked with genuine curiosity but also realising that from deep within even I am getting warmed up slowly as I recalled.

‘Finally looked up at me and before going to my face his eyes quickly scanned the big tits that stared in front of his face as I sat with my hands over my head in the sofa looking at him waiting for the answer. Also this resulted in the T shirt that is slightly small, to hike up around my tummy and exposed a band of fair flesh between the T shirt and where the PJs started. ‘WHAT ARE YOU staring at? You saw a lot more than this a few mins back, COME ON TELL ME!’ I sounded annoyed, but as I said it I felt horny a bit my own self, for the way in which it came out.

He nodded urgently, ‘Yes madam yes yes’ shaking now his eyes darted back and forth between my tits and face.. getting slightly bolder. sorry madam but you look so very beautiful madam.’ he said slowly, swallowing hard, especially your... ‘ (and left it unfinished and pointed to my tits with his eyes still very fearful, but becoming bolder by the second, seeing that I am not pummelling him yet, as he initially worried ), Smiling a bit, I prompted him, ‘YOUR ...WHAT?’ come on, out with it. He smiled for the first time, seeing i am not angry anymore, pointed at my tits, ‘THESE madam’ and smiled shyly and getting somewhat naughtier, ‘How can I forget the sight madam, this will stay forever madam’, saying with a chuckle, looking up at the ceiling... he brought his hands to his nipples over his shirt and shook his hips just like i did mocking me...and giggled. As I yelled at him, ‘HEYY, now stop that! Rascal’ cheeks reddening even as I grinned at his audacity and the ‘Sorry Sorry madam’.

‘I am letting you go because you are Saroja’s son and basically you’re a good boy, don’t push your luck’ , I warned him taking that menacing tone again. As he nodded urgently Okay madam, thank you madam, sounding relieved, ‘Tell me what exactly were you doing these last 2 hours since you slipped away from here. Every detail Krishna’ (trying to keep that serious face while secretly enjoying this, bullying him into submission.

‘Ohh madam,’ he started, ‘you sure want to know?’ and as I barked again he blurted out. ‘I rushed home and watched the video a few times madam. Honestly I was trying to send it out to my email madam, the WIFI was not working at the house for some reason and I didn’t have the money in my data plan madam, so I was thinking of doing it tomorrow madam’ he admitted honestly, his face worried sick as he recalled his evening. ‘So what did you do then? you watched it just once and came straight here?’ , ‘ Ohh No no madam. As mother was also here and I was alone in the house’, he dragged on. ‘I watched it a few more times madam, honestly that was so nice madam, you are so beautiful madam’, (that direct comment made me blush. As I was about to say something, he carried on) ‘And after that madam, I helped myself madam, 2 times’ he added quite proudly. ‘it was impossible to control madam. First time, it happened right away madam, especially’ (pausing dramatically he scanned my tits again) heavenly madam.

I sat cross legged with the hands still on my head casually and as he was close enough in the range I used my right leg to give him a kick, ‘THATS for being naughty’ ( i said chuckling not kicking him harsh but just a playful kick) but my foot accidentally brushed right on his groin as i was pulling my leg back.’ EEEEI What is this? you said 2 times?’ (i looked at his crotch in disbelief as there definitely was a big tent forming there again)

‘OHH sorry madam, when you made me tell what I did, I kind of remembered all of it once again madam. sorry madam, can’t control madam’ he said biting his lips, feeling a touch embarrassed for being caught out like that. ‘Get out of here before I change my mind’ I barked at him. He stood still, surprising me a bit. ‘Didn’t you hear me?’ , ‘sorry madam. small request madam. Any chance I can see .... (giving a big pause)... One more time madam?’ he put on the request in the politest possible way, but the next instance my hand landed flat on his cheek! ‘DIRTY RASCAL!!! How dare you?’ ( I screamed at the top of the voice primarily to hide the wave of helplessness washing over me).

Holding his cheek that stung, he stood his ground, ‘Madam just once madam please, can I see at least your......’ scanning my hip and pointed with his eyes towards my belly ’your... here madam?’ rubbing his hand over his shirt, looking at me hopefully. Seriously thinking that I will say yes to that! THATS IT, I am calling Saroja now, I turned to pick up the phone and he was already at the main door. ‘sorry madam and thanks for not sending me to the jail madam. thanks madam. But you have a very sexy navel madam, better than ANY film actress I see on TV madam. sorry madam. don’t kill me now.’ Saying raising his hands and smiling at me seeing my face change a bit from anger to a mix of confusion and excitement. Reading it, he know he has a chance and if he kept pressing on he might break me eventually.

‘Madam not today madam. please show me tomorrow madam. I will come at the same time madam.’ Saying even as I began shouting at him and ran to the entrance to get him, he was off sprinting away happily. I shut the door laughing, largely relieved that the little rascal has not made the video public but also became surprised at his boldness. Just then the phone rang and it was around 10pm and usually this is Ravi at this hour, my husband. I picked up the phone and told him about the day, also mentioned about meeting Madhavan Uncle after a long time. But weighed the option if I should tell or not about the request I put for meeting up with the minister and decided against it, chose to wait to see how it goes and then tell Ravi later on.

As I ended up the phone call and headed out to the bed to get ready to sleep, the phone beeped with a text. It simply read ‘Hey Green revolution! Are you free to talk? I have some news for you! Let me know if I can call’. I stared at the text, sitting in the bed for sometime. First of all, feeling surprised at how it failed to make me mad at him addressing me like that, soon followed by the excitement about what this call could be about. I responded quickly, ‘sure uncle.’ The phone rang after 5 mins, as I picked up and said Hello, not realising it was a life-changing call that I am answering at that moment for me, at many levels.

The Promotion - Chapter 2

The Promotion 

CHAPTER 2

The rest of the afternoon as I reached the station back, flew by in a jiffy as there was something or the other happening before I realised that the clock struck 5.30PM already. Mind revolved around domestics and suddenly felt enthused by the fact that Saroja will be coming today. She is more than just my house help, almost my butler. She is around mid 40s hard working sincere and a jovial character ensuring the house is in order, cooks, cleans and you name it - she is up for it, if it means to help me out. We developed a great relationship over the past 5 years ever since I asked her if she is available to work at the house. Never looked back since. She is also an amazing cook and I was already dying to get my hands on her dinner tonight as my self cooking the last few days while she was ill was literally killing me.

Rushing home around 6pm battling out the evening mad rush of traffic opened the chaotic den that the house has become pushing past the blanket on the floor and socks and old uniforms and god knows what else, all over the place, checking the time, as she will usually show up later in the evening - decided to take a quick shower by then, closed the door and walked past the hallway kicking the boots not caring much as I knew in 1 hour’s time the whole apartment will be presentable again as if by magic! humming some old hindi song quickly unbuttoned the shirt heading to the bathroom. As i looked down at the green sports bra while pulling the shirt tucks out of the trouser, I grinned again sheepishly recalling how Madhavan uncle was having a field day with that small view he got in the gap. Chucking the shirt away on the sofa, just casually making sure that the curtains are drawn at the living room windows as I have no reason to open them out or change anything - these are strictly Saroja territory for a lazy bum like me to deal with them.

Not bothering with modesty or niceties, chucking the shirt away to a corner, examining my rather large pair of assets in that green sports bra, I thought that it was actually doing a good job of encasing my rather large-ish breasts (while most times i find it inconvenient to lug around those 34C jugs doing the police chores as it seems to be constant focal point in the male population. But this is not to say I am not proud of them, I love the fact secretly that they are literally head-turners and especially my husband Ravi who is madly in love with my tits. In fact, given a choice, he probably would have JUST married my tits and not me. Thinking at my silly joke, giggling, I quickly pulled the elasticated bra giggling as I said to myself ‘GREEN REVOLUTION’ and threw it to a corner and watched my reflection of the perfectly IN-SHAPE gravity defying pair of tits as I seductively ran my hands over it..standing in just the trousers and belt and gently pinched my nipples loving the way how it automatically made me bite my lips.

Lazily running my hand down along the sides of my slim 28 inches waist and along down the wide curvy 34 inch hips and hooking my thumbs into the trouser on each side and stood staring at my reflection and said to myself ‘What will Inspector Pandiyan will do if he seems me like this?’ even as I thought of it I chuckled. Perhaps the bastard has imagined me like this a MILLION times already. Chuckling i moved the hands forward and unbuckled the belt and threw it on the floor. This is bad even for my own poor standards of orderliness inside the house, but I didn’t give a damn as Saroja is coming later anyways....

As I undid the belt, my fingers accidentally caressed my navel and I shuddered reflexively. Running my fingers around the rim and slowly slipping the index finger in and poked very gently as i looked at my own self and I found it TOO HOT to handle as I let out a moan immediately bringing my other hand to grab at the left nipple and simultaneously ran my finger around it. Seeing my own finger slip in and play with the Perfect O Shaped navel, i huffed and puffed soon as despite my fitness regimes, it is so deep and soft to touch and I am SO SO SENSTIVE there and too bad it’s quite severely under-exploited as my grocery-shop owner husband is out and out tits man and any touches there at and around my belly are purely accidental and I am obvious TOO SHY to ask him to touch and play with my navel. I had asked him indirectly when watching movie songs if he liked a particular actress’s navel etc and usually received a boring answer like I love this person’s butt or that person’s tits are massive etc. before long I gave up the topic entirely.

Soon, recovering my senses , undid the trouser buckle and zip and stepped out of the rather tight pair of trousers, again remembering what Madhavan uncle told me, that I needed an upgrade- making a mental note of visiting the tailor shop tomorrow. Pulled down through and out of the ankles each leg of the trouser, feeling the freedom tossed it away and quickly pulled the socks too and not thinking too much pulled down the old faded full sized blue cotton panty in a whisk to my thigh and laughed a the bush that came into view in the mirror. Continued pulling it down saying to myself, ‘Hey Vandana, there should be some incentive to maintain right? who cares if there is a forest or a clean smooth acreage here ...(while the panty dropped to the ankle... running my hands around the bush thinking)

Quickly kicked it out and away to a corner walked butt naked across the hallway to turn on the hi-fi system aloud to some tunes I loved to hear and let it play loudly as i headed to the shower totally carefree not even caring to close the door leaving it fully open and turned on the overhead shower. As the hot water hit my face I felt so good, I felt as though ALL my problems and issues are getting washed away. Singing along I gently worked up the body wash on me enjoying the moment and giving it a quick clean washing off the soap from me, not feeling the need to get out in any urgency just when I thought of stopping the shower, the next song was my all time favourite so that meant the shower carried on.

Amidst all of this cacophony, I clearly didn’t hear the door open as I forgot that Saroja had a pair of keys too. Even that was quite alright but what I didn’t bank on totally was that her son Krishna would be coming along too! and worse still, Saroja was held up at the gate and was chatting with the Watchman and a bored krishna took the keys from her and came up and hearing the loud music, gotten curious and opened the door. He was initially shocked by the proper Mess the house was in. Hearing me sing along from the bathroom, we walked past my recently stripped uniform all over the floor which already had his junior erect, especially seeing my twisted panty on the floor . He took his phone out and took a quick picture of it and slowly , cautiously stepped towards the bathroom turning around to see if his mother is not anywhere in sight yet and the SCENE HE SAW THERE FROZE him in shock as his hands automatically flipped on the video and began recording the sight of me standing BUTT NAKED facing away from him... hands on my chest..cupping both tits, gently massaging and shaking my hips to the tune of the song slowly dancing in the shower singing along.

Swallowing hard he watched, taking in every second , every moment that unravelled in front of his eyes. As I pulled out some of my best dance moves feeling totally free in my home’s complete privacy still playing with my nipples pressing and tweaking them I slowly turned around to get the soap deciding to go for another round feeling ‘liberated’ totally. As I turned around, IT WAS MY TURN TO BE SHOCKED as I saw Krishna at the bathroom door with camera in one hand and his other hand at his crotch as no point for guessing what he is upto. I screamed in rage and shame. ‘ KRISHNAAAAAAA?? what the hell are you doing here?’ my hands that were playing with the nipples immediately covering up my tits and by then I realised it crystal clear how big the tits were, as i couldn’t cover all 100% of it with my one hand as the other hand had to slip down to cover my bush as I bent forward making myself small as i looked up at him now with my cheeks Burning red in shame.

He carried on filming as he got bold realising this is the opportunity of his lifetime but coolly answered with a chuckle. ‘I came with mother as she brought me along to say Thank you personally Madam. THANK YOU madam for everything and THIS. THANK YOU MADAM’ As i Stood crouching and leaning forward cowered wondering what to say next whether to shout, behind me at the Big mirror on the wall he could see my butt crack and the PUSSY LIPS clearly in view up my thighs and wasted no time filming it too. Thanks to the state of the art extractor fan in the bathroom, there is very little fogging in the mirror so every detail being captured. Mortified As I realized what he is doing .’ HEY STOP Recording NOW! I will kill you. Already you are in deep deep trouble!’ even as I was shouting in mid sentence he slipped away from the door and ran away leaving me shell shocked.

As the music was still blaring I couldn’t figure out if he is still in the house or not and decided to stay in the bathroom closing the door with a bang. leaning on the door.. i looked at myself in the mirror that showed every detail in a dazed shock. Krishna quickly locked the door and stepped downstairs and told Saroja that he could hear loud music and he knocked the door a few times but no response and that may be madam is busy inside, I will come back later or I will see. madam tomorrow at the station, I need. to go now, my friend is calling me’ saying not even waiting for her reply just rushed away.

A few moments later of course Saroja opened the door and let out a loud scream seeing the state the house was in and thanked her stars that her son hadn’t opened the door yelling my name went from room to room and as she reached the bathroom, i could hear her voice and i opened the door and peeped out. ‘SAROJA! can you get me a towel?’ (almost shouted impatiently) She was laughing hard. ‘WHY MADAM ? did I come inside at the wrong moment? Oh you were not expecting me were you? hahaaa ( laughing as she reached the bedroom wardrobe and pulled the first towel she could lay hands on and came to the door and gave it to me.) Quickly drying up I pulled it around me and OH Crap, it was not one of the larger towels and it barely could come around me and it ended Just above my crotch. Biting my lips, cursing my stars for how the evening started so cheerfully and how it’s so quickly nose-diving, I opened the door hoping Saroja had gone to the hall to clean already. She was sat at the Bed collecting slowly all the letters and sorting them out by opened and unopened...and as I opened the door she turned around and first thing she saw was my hairy pubes and the pinkish brown pussy lips that are pronounced and swollen.

After the initial shock wore off she laughed again pointing at it. ‘OH MADAM, sorry the towel did not fit you’ (as I used one hand to hold the towel and the other to cover my pube stood there squirming in shame, I knew her long enough as a trusted friend rather than just a maid so didn’t have the mind to become angry with her. Nevertheless overcome by a new rush of shame I shouted at her quite annoyed at her for still in the room. ‘Can you leave for a few minutes Saroja? I’ll get changed?’ She got up and as she walked past me looked back at the half exposed butt cheeks and giggled too saying, ‘its not covering from behind as well. Why are you so shy, its only me naaa?’ saying she playfully pulled the towel up... exposing the butt cheeks fully enjoying the way I shrieked in shame in an effort to push her hand off , forgetting how tiny and loose the towel is I used both hands to brush off her hand holding the towel and the knot that barely held around my tits came loose and the towel was in Saroja’s hands as she pulled her hand back reflexively.

‘OHHH...So Sorry madam’ Standing with the towel in my hand eyed me quickly from head to toe as I stood squirming and with an impotent rage and shame yelled her name gritting my teeth ‘SAROOJAAAAAAA you Monkey’ get out now! please’ . She left the room with the towel giggling closing the door behind and started getting busy with the clean up of the hall that looked like a battlefield. As I pulled out the dresses from the wardrobe, I was surprised at myself at how turned ON i got when I got accidentally exposed to not one but two people in quick succession. That reminded me of the small issue of dealing with Krishna. I took the phone and as the music still blared called him and as expected he picked up after a few rings and answered tentatively, ‘Madam?’ . In a cold threatening voice I told him, ‘If you want to see the day light ever again and not want to spend the rest of your life in Jail, immediately delete that video RIGHT NOW’ .

He sounded very worried and urgently blurted out, ‘Madam madam, sorry I was there by mistake. I have already deleted it madam, I promise. I have to be mad crazy to play around with police madam and that too you madam’ His voice was quivering in fear. I felt relieved but decided in any case to sanitise his phone and asked him to come around later in the night after his mother has left and hand the phone in, again in the same cold voice. He agreed immediately.

As I stepped out dressed in T shirt and pyjamas a few mins later, my anger towards Saroja had all but vanished. I went to the kitchen as she was cleaning up there and already the hall looked so much better than how it was, as I walked past it to the kitchen. I gave her a quick hug from behind, ‘Sorry Saroja if I had shouted at you’. She said happily, ‘Oh Madam please, I am the one that should be sorry for catching you like that in your wrong moment’ ( and chuckled again) ..’ As I slapped her back annoyed, ‘But you know madam, you look like a filmstar madam. so beautiful and fair you are! don’t know why you are in police.’ That surprised me hearing the same comment second time today as Inspector Pandian said the same thing earlier.

Anyways what can I cook for dinner - and the topic changed as we discussed about the dinner etc and the next 2 hours she worked non-stop and told she will carry on later and left at around 9pm and i sent a message to Krishna, a one liner ‘I am waiting’ and within 5 mins he rang the bell and entered with a mix of emotions with Fear overriding them all.

The Promotion - Chapter 1

 

The Promotion 

Chapter 1

Adjusting the cap in place... as the signal turned green, I pushed ahead the government issue department jeep into the crowded junction honking at the auto in front of me slowing down unnecessarily. Seeing my uniform in his rear view a hand slipping out in view and waved in my direction from the auto driver, in the way of saying sorry as he was trying to turn right in a no-right-turn junction and sped ahead, as I silently cursed him adjusting my sun glasses, as I checked the time in the dash clock of the jeep as it was just 5 mins to 9AM and I hate being late. Manoeuvring the traffic I pushed ahead the next 2 junctions and taking a sharp left drove into the B2 station parking just in time and jumped out of the jeep, wasting no time, picking up my brief case that had the files for my overnight reading on some case files and rushed into the station as the constable stood up and offered a stiff salute -’Good morning SI madam’ as I waved him off and rushed to my desk and logged and while the old computer was booting up... took the cap and the coolers off and breathed easy for the first time in 20 minutes, leaning back in the chair.

Timing was perfect, as I was just losing my patience waiting for the damn system to boot up, I just heard from behind me, ‘Madam , Tea’. Just what I needed at that moment, as I turned smiling, ‘AHH thanks Krishna’ at the youngster working at the tea stall next to me. He smiled back too, as I picked up the glass of hot tea from his hand. ‘How is your mother? Has her health improved? She was down with Malaria for the whole week right?’ Standing back and nodding with a smile, ‘yes madam, she has fully recovered now. Sorry madam, she told me to tell you, she will come back to work from today evening itself madam. I forgot to tell you.’ , he said scratching his head smiling while taking a sneaky glance at my tits while he smiled and the moment I noticed his dropping eye contact he quickly brought his eyes back to my face making me smile and Ignoring it I carried on. ‘This is good news Krishna, the house is in complete chaos and dirty in the last week without Saroja being around. and yes, here take this.. (placing the tea on the desk and reached my purse out and handed him some cash) Give it to her, she will need it, as she will have spent all her money on medicine etc. Off you go now. ‘ ‘Oh...why madam, Thank you madam, thank you, I will hand it to her’ Smiling he rushed away from me pocketing the cash.

As he departed, I busied myself studying the case files again, as I have a court appearance today in 2 hours for to represent prosecution on someone we charged recently as guilty. I have done this a few times, but it’s always nervous moment for me, taking the witness stand so I make sure I have all the details about the case prepared. Having finished the once over quickly, feeling confident, but thought of quickly checking an old case that was similar to this, that our station Inspector had been working a few years back and stood up and walked to his office room at the far end of the rather big station. He was alone and was busy typing something up as I knocked the door.

‘Good morning sir’ as I looked at the balding head and the greying hair and the big pot belly he sported, whiling his time away for his retirement, having tonnes of seniority. I had been her for 4 years now and from the day one, never liked him principally due to his poor work ethics and lewd language and overt sexual references at any given chance, lacking decency absolutely. But having put up with it, I badly wanted out from here. As usual, he stopped what he was doing and smiled BIG looking at me. ‘Come in Vandana’ and before he could crack something dirty again, I added quickly as I walked up to his chair and behind him to reach for the filing station behind him, ‘ Sir just here to pick up the Madasamy case file for reference sir. Thats all’ (as I said I opened the cabinet and started checking the files in the top shelf, to find the correct one as inspector had swivelled his chair to take a good look at me lapping up my curvy figure from behind taking in every detail, as i shuffled across to check the files.

Unable to resist in the end, as I stood in tip toes to pull the heavy file out, ‘ I told you so many times before vandana, you are in the wrong profession, you should have become a model or an actress you know? but your husband won’t like that isn’t it? his private beauty enjoyed by so many.. HAHAHAA’ enjoying his own lewd remark, he reached out and slapped my shapely butt cheek over the uniform trousers, making me JUMP cringing and not wanting to cause a scene by shouting, I responded in a low voice complaining, ‘SIR!!! I told you a million times already to NOT TOUCH me. I will raise an official complaint otherwise sir.’ I said backing off with the file in hand, feeling humiliated as I looked around and through the open door of his office, thankfully no one else saw that.

He carried on laughing, not even bothered an iota, ‘Oh.. don’t forget vandana, your commendation letters are still at my desk, waiting to be signed... HAHAHA... did you forget you will need those for your promotion?’ and reaching forward rolling the chair, as I got pushed into the corner of his office, seething in rage, he quickly stuck a finger out and poked my hip , just above the belt. Wincing in DISGUST, even as my body betrayed me as I Jerked in response, as the bastard somehow found out how ticklish I am there and made it a habitual nuisance for me, enjoying the way I get jumpy. As I squeeze past him, raising my voice a bit more this time, SIRRRRR (but it came out not with the authority I expected, but quite squeeky) red-faced I pushed past him and swiftly stepped out of his office before he starts to have other ideas cursing him and cursing my own bad luck for being stuck in this awful station even though I have a sublime track record for closing cases and have built a HUGE REPUTATION with the larger police community.

I walked back to my desk in a foul mood and dropping the file, carried the unfinished tea to the station bathroom dumping it there and looking myself at the mirror, reminding myself to calm down as I took some deep breaths. After a few moments, composing myself headed back to the desk and started pouring over the file and the details and getting all of it I wanted, pushing back the bad episode that just happened, I got up picked the keys up and stepped out to the jeep with the cap and glasses intact.

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Reaching well ahead of time, sat through the proceedings at the court and it largely went through uneventful and rather boring too. Glad to see it done around noon and as I stepped out and was walking in the corridor, someone tapped my shoulder lightly from behind, as I turned ‘Vandana do you remember me?’ Face knotted in confusion for a second as I looked at the 60 year old guy with thick moustache dressed in white shirt and balding in the front with hair completely silver grey with a big smile that showed his paan stained reddish teeth. Suddenly recollecting, ‘OHH MADHAVAN UNCLE!!! wow, I didn’t recognise you there for a second! HOW ARE YOU UNCLE?’ as I smiled genuinely pleased to see my father’s friend. I haven’t seen you for over 10 years now. how are you?

‘Hahaha, you have changed too completely, if it wasn’t your name plaque (pointing to my chest with his fingers literally centimetres away while taking his time staring at my assets as he did so, even tried to peek through the small gap between the shirt buttons one and two to get a glimpse of my sports bra as he stood so close, relishing at the sight presented in front of him pretending to read the sign again bringing his face closer as if to find my designation , his fingers still hovering around the plastic name sign...while his sight was lapping up the very well formed assets of 34C cups a result of maintaining a great physical shape through regular workout while his mind registered ‘ AH its GREEN’ at the expense of my carelessness and the shirt being a bit old and hence gone a tad tighter, hugging to my body hence the gap, presenting the sneak view of the sports bra to him as I stood Grinning at him.

‘What are you trying to read Madhavan uncle? shall I remove it and give it to you? You seem to have forgotten your glasses?’ I offered helpfully. He guffawed aloud and in the middle of the laughter, ‘Oh please don’t do that Vandana, you won’t feel shy standing in this court room corridor without your shirt?’ He asked seriously then laughing aloud again moved the hand that was pointing to my chest to the side and gave my shoulder a gentle rub while laughing before pulling his hand off. ‘I am fine with it if you don’t mind’ saying he dramatically put his hand out.

It took sometime for me to actually get it, as I looked confused at first, then laughing embarrassed, ‘OHH come on Uncle, I didn’t mean the shirt, I meant the name plaque’ I said cringing looking around if anyone would hear us, but the corridor seem busy with people minding their business to take notice of the two of us. He seemed genuinely disappointed and added, ‘OHH its OK. I thought I will get a chance to see more of that green thing you have on inside’ he said with a serious face and studied my reaction.

What green thing? ( i looked confused again) and he quickly brought his finger again right between my tits and pointing at the gap between the buttons, ‘Is this not green?’ and laughing slapping my shoulder again. ‘ Sorry vandana dear. I was just pulling your legs. Don’t take me seriously’ and turning around seeing me redden in shame, ‘Don’t mind it dear, you need better fitting shirts. anyways how is your Father? Its been so long since he stopped working for us. By the way (quickly checking his watch), I am headed to the Udupi Restaurant next door, before going back to the Minister’s office. Come join me, if you did not have lunch yet’. Not even waiting for me he started walking along.

Feeling bad for the wardrobe malfunction, quickly adjusting the shirt I tagged along, ‘sure uncle, I was going to grab lunch too on the way back. Dad is not in great health now. He is suffering from arthritis. He is taking treatments etc. but yesI will mention that I saw you today, he will be very happy.’ As we reached udupi a short walk from the court, I just then realised I was famished, as I skipped breakfast in a rush and had ordered a hearty lunch while musing old memories of how minister and Madhavan uncle before they became famous and climbed so high up in the power used to buy toys, books and different gifts when I was very young, as my father was working as their Car driver. It all stopped when he retired when i was around 15 and since then for the last 12 years we lost touch until today.

As we finished lunch he enquired if everything is OK with the job and again jokingly mentioned, you do need the shirt upgrade looks like - all going well at work? even though nothing showed up , I brought my hand across the chest defensively and complained STOP IT UNCLE pls (with the shy grin back to my face). Somehow even when he openly teases me, I didn’t seem to mind it unlike the station inspector, making me wonder if it’s the tone of delivery or what. Then when I thought of him, I suddenly remembered the pending promotion issue and as my frustration fuelled me, I asked in a polite voice.

‘Uncle, is there any chance if you could arrange for a meeting with the Minister please?’ and with that I shared the whole story about my promotion saga, leaving out the part where the inspector being a creep. He listened attentively and got my number, promising he will call me back in a day or two. We departed shortly after with his parting comment of ‘We should definitely go GREEN vandana. This is the current theme. carry on your green revolution.’ He joked again and as if remembering while I protested shyly, ‘Stop it please uncle’ he changed the subject quickly, ‘OH, wanted to ask, are you married vandana?’ I responded, ‘Yes uncle 5 years now. he is a grocery store owner back in our town. So he couldn’t leave that and come here to stay with me. I am living in an apartment complex near the station. I visit once or twice a month’ I said with a tinge of sadness.

He looked at me now more keenly, ‘ Are you staying alone vandana?’ (his mind working in overdrive). as I nodded, ‘Oh do take care dear’ but he stopped mid sentence, ‘haha who am I telling this to? you are the police. haha ,OK dear, I will get back to you soon, I need to be going’ and with that he abruptly went towards the car park picking his phone up.. then turning. ‘Vandana wait. Smile!’ before i could say anything he snapped a picture of me. ‘this is to show the minister how grown up you are now. He will be proud and happy too dear.’ not waiting for any response whatsoever he called in the phone, ‘Ganesaa.. bring the car quickly, I am at the entrance’ and vanished. I stood there in daze at the turn of events as my mind regurgitated the events that unfolded in the last 30 mins now as I slowly , very slowly dragged myself to the jeep, completely lost in thought.