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Rehan: 34, newly moved in tenant. Prefers staying in his room, secluded.
Madhu: 21, studies in college. Frolicky, shy.
Backstory
Rehan had shifted recently into the society as the new tenant. He had considerable trouble getting a room around, people notwithstanding a stranger from a different background. Naturally, this was the only few options he could manage. Even then, he rarely came out of his room. Sometimes, guitar music came out of his room so melodious that the ladies used to stop their chores and muse for a moment, lost in the tune. Sometimes they used to hum the tune while continuing their household chores.
"Let's invite him over. He's a member of the society". Sometimes Manjusha Devi, the wife of the landlord used to persuade him. He however, for some reason kept postponing any plan to invite him over.
Present Day
The 25th anniversary of Ankit Ray and Manjusha Devi was approaching. With lots of persuasion, and with some help from their daughter Madhu she had finally procured his agreement. Rehan would be invited to the party as well.
Madhu was busy on the eve of the ceremony, welcoming the guests, supervising the arrangements, running up & down the stairs almost out of breath. Until suddenly, she was just gone. Some thought she might be with the guests, some thought she was with the catering. Nobody knew for sure where she was.
Rehan was trying to avoid the crowd. In order to do that, he came out to the balcony. The fresh air instantly flooded into his lungs, erasing the suffocation he felt inside. The sky was blue, the music from the speakers buzzed through the windows. He leant against the balcony and looked behind, observing the silhouette of the guests. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a room in the corner. A feminine structure stood there, struggling to pull something. She clearly was in trouble.
Rehan walked in curious. In the thin ray of light coming from a crack in the window, he noticed it was a lean framed girl, tugging her ghagra that somehow got stuck in a stray hook. Only to make matters worse, the chains of kamarband that she wore had tangled in, trapping her viciously. She was trying her best to free herself without causing any harm to the fabric or the accessory, but her hands simply did not have the dexterity for that.
Rehan quickly got to work, slowly getting the kamarband out from the hook first. It was a tedious task, and he had to wait for his eyes to get adjusted. The locks had started to come out loose from her tugging.
He looked up at the helpless expression and his heart skipped. It was Madhu, looking down at him, pleading him to help her with the locks.
"Could you please fix these locks?" She begged meekly. "It is very precious to me".
Rehan sighed, and started fixing them. Having his fingers brush against the skin on her exposed stomach. Her breaths started growing heavy, her chest started heaving to avoid the touch of his fingers. But fingers weren't enough to fix the locks of the chain. Out of options, he crouched ahead to use his teeth.
He heard an instant gasp above. She was trying desperately to hold her moans, but the sensual touches on her skin just would not help. Finally, after some struggle and some moans, when she was free she was panting heavily, her hair was fuzzled a little, and even in the darkness he could guess she was blushing.
With a quick Thank you she turned back and started running for the door. But he knew it was not the last time they would be meeting this way