A day of Surprises - 2

As the elevator doors open on the fourth floor, I step into a well-appointed space filled with mannequins and racks of clothes. Avanti welcomes me and explains, "This is the VIP section. Here, you'll have complete privacy to choose the latest fashions before they're available to the public."

She gestures towards a plush love seat and invites me to sit down. "Sanjana, what would you like to buy today?" Avanti asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I take a moment to survey the impressive array of items before me, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sheer variety of options. Finally, I settle on an idea and say, "I'm thinking of buying a western dress."

Avanti smiles and reassures me, "No problem, we have a fantastic collection. But first..." She disappears into a corner and returns with a measuring tape. "I need to take your measurements."

She approaches me with the measuring tape, and I stand up to allow her to begin the process. She measures my bust, waist, and hips, jotting down the numbers on a small notepad.

As Avanti noted down the measurements in her notebook, I found myself asking her, "Are all these measurements really necessary?" She looked up at me with a reassuring smile and explained, "Of course! Our clothes need to be properly fitted to your body shape."

I nodded, but as she continued her measurements, I began to feel uneasy. Her hands seemed to linger on my body more than necessary. At first, I didn't think much of it, but when she nearly embraced me from behind to measure my upper waist, I was taken aback. The heat of her body radiated against my back, and I could smell her subtle citrus perfume.

Despite the air conditioning in the room, I felt myself growing warmer as Avanti's hands roamed across my body. Her touch ignited a fire within me, and I couldn't help but wonder if her intentions went beyond taking simple measurements.

Avanti finished her measurements and stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "You have such a beautiful figure, Sanjana," she remarked, her eyes tracing the curves of my body. "I think you'll look stunning in any of our dresses."

Avanti leads me over to a mannequin displaying a stunning floral kurta. The intricate pattern immediately catches my eye, and I find myself drawn to the garment. However, as I examine it more closely, I notice that the dress has a plunging V-neckline that reveals quite a bit of cleavage.

I turn to Avanti with a slightly hesitant expression and say, "The dress is lovely, but the cleavage..." I trail off, not quite sure how to articulate my concerns.

Avanti smiles encouragingly and says, "Sanjana, try it on. This dress comes from a very famous fashion house. Even celebrities wear their clothes." Her words stir something within me, and I find myself wavering. After all, trying on the dress doesn't commit me to buying it.

I nod, making my decision, and Avanti quickly retrieves the dress from the mannequin. She holds it up against my body, gauging the fit. "I think this will look absolutely stunning on you," she says with a confident smile.

I take the dress from Avanti's hands, marveling at the soft, premium fabric. It feels luxurious against my skin. Turning to Avanti, I ask, "Where's the changing room?"

A look of surprise flashes across her face, quickly replaced by a reassuring smile. "Oh, the VIP section doesn't have changing rooms. Our usual clientele don't require them." Her words leave me feeling suspicious, wondering exactly what kind of clients they usually get that do not need a changing room.

Avanti seems to sense my unease and adds, "Don't worry, Sanjana. We're both women here. There shouldn't be a problem with changing right here." She offers with a smile, "If you're still uncomfortable, I can close my eyes while you change."

I shake my head, feeling a bit foolish for my initial hesitation. "No need," I say, realizing that I'm already wearing a bra underneath my clothes. "I'll be quick."

I try to maintain a casual demeanor as I slip off my kurti, standing before Avanti in nothing but my plain bra. Despite her best efforts to avert her gaze, I can feel her eyes roaming over my body, lingering on my assets. The attention makes me unexpectedly warm, even though I've always considered myself straight.

As I pull on the floral kurta, I'm pleasantly surprised by how well it fits. The fabric drapes beautifully across my curves, and I find myself admiring my reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, Avanti approaches me from behind, her body uncomfortably close to mine. "Sanjana, this dress looks really good on you. You should buy it," she says softly, her breath tickling my ear. Before I can react, her hands begin to roam over the dress, ostensibly smoothing out any wrinkles. However, her touch feels anything but professional, and I can't help but notice the way her fingers linger.

Avanti's hands continue their exploration of my body, her fingers trailing upwards to my collarbone. Her cool touch against the sensitive skin of my neck makes me shiver.

"Sanjana, you should really consider modeling," she murmurs, her voice low and enticing. "You have a truly incredible figure."

I try to maintain my composure, but my mind is racing. "I don't think my husband would allow it," I manage to say, my thoughts immediately turning to Alok.

Avanti looks at me with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Why not? From what I've seen of Raghav Sir, he seems like a very open-minded man."

Avanti's words trigger a chain of thoughts in my mind. Of course, Raghav Ji is open-minded – he's having an affair with a married woman nearly half his age. But what does that make me, considering I'm the one engaging in an extramarital affair with him? A hot flush creeps up my neck as I remember that fateful night when I had Suhag Rat with him. I probably shouldn't be thinking about that now, but the memory causes me to let out a soft moan as Avanti's hands trail down to my lower stomach.

Surprised by my reaction, Avanti smirks knowingly. "Oh Sanjana, I didn't know you had such a naughty side to you," she teases, her fingers dancing across my skin.

Taking a step back from Avanti, I stammer out an apology, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry Avanti, that was unintentional."

But Avanti just smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She steps closer this time, directly in front of me. "Don't worry, I'm not angry," she purrs, reaching out to caress my face. "To be honest, I've had my eye on you since the first time you walked into the shop. I'm bi, you see."

Before I have a chance to process her bold declaration, Avanti leans in and presses her lips against mine in a soft, unexpected kiss.