A Shopping trip

At the store, Raghav Ji asked my opinion on various dresses, gazing intently as I held them up. The fabrics felt sensuous and sheer. "Bhabhi Ji Don't you think this would look beautiful on her?"

I hesitated, holding up a slinky black dress. "It's lovely, but perhaps too risque for a birthday?" I suggested, reaching instead for a more modest emerald gown.

Raghav Ji raised his eyebrows, moving closer beside me. "Come on Bhabhi Ji, why not choose something more alluring?" he purred. "My wife should look tempting on her special night."

I flushed, uncomfortable with his tone and implications. Gently I tried steering him toward selections that were tasteful yet not overly revealing.

However, Raghav Ji seemed intent on the alluring dresses, brushing his arm against mine as we browsed the racks. My stomach churned with unease. I needed an excuse to end this trip early. I quickly typed a message to my husband asking for his help. He replied quickly but with a sorry emoji. He continued that he was very busy with work and would not be able to help me. He also cautioned me against making his boss upset.

I was stuck in an uncomfortable situation with no way out. Raghav Ji was clearly crossing boundaries with his suggestive comments and unwanted touches. I tried to remain composed, focusing on the task at hand - helping him select an appropriate dress for his wife.

We continued browsing the racks, Raghav Ji pressing closer as I sifted through various options. I held up a modest blue dress. "What about this one?" I asked politely, attempting to steer the interaction to safer territory.

Raghav Ji smiled playfully and said , "Bhabhi Ji why don't you wear these dresses and show me how these actually look on a woman as beautiful as you."

I stared at Raghav Ji in shock, unable to form a response. Wearing dresses for his wife felt completely inappropriate. I tried to deflect his request with an uneasy laugh. "Oh Raghav Ji, I don't think that's necessary. These dresses won't look the same on me."

Raghav Ji moved even closer, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Come now, don't be shy," he said with a sly grin. "A real woman's figure will help me choose better. Don't you want to help me pick out the perfect gift?"

I recoiled from his touch, my stomach churning. I wanted to slap him and push him away but then remembered my husbands message. I hardened myself thinking it was harmless and I just had to Raghav Ji some dresses.

I entered the trial room and started with a modest blue lace dress. After wearing it I knew that it was still too revealing for me. I decided to call quits and change back but Raghav Ji was becoming impatient. "Bhabhi Ji are you ready. Or do you need my help. Should I come in."

I froze upon hearing Raghav Ji's words, my heart pounding in my chest. This situation was quickly spiraling out of control. I quickly made myself presentable and taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I called out through the dressing room door.

"That won't be necessary, Raghav Ji. I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "Let's just focus on finding something appropriate for your wife. I believe this blue dress is a lovely option that will look beautiful while remaining modest. " I then exited the room and found Raghav Ji waiting outside the door. He looked at me and smiled lecherously.

"You are looking fantastic Bhabhi Ji. But I told you that a more revealing dress would be better. Why don’t you try this dress.”

I froze, uncertain how to respond. The situation was growing increasingly uncomfortable, but I did not want to anger Raghav Ji and risk my husband's job.

"That dress is a bit too revealing for my taste," I said slowly, trying to be diplomatic. "Your wife deserves something elegant that flatters her natural beauty."

Before I could move away he stopped me and said rather forcefully “Bhabhi Ji please wear this dress. I know you also want to choose the best dress for my wife.“