Days Pass

Days passed by quickly, and soon I found myself settling into the routine of my new job. Every now and then, Mrs. Sharma would compliment my outfits or offer words of encouragement, which always made me feel appreciated. However, there were also times when she would touch my shoulder or arm lightly, which made me slightly uncomfortable.

Once, she even commented on how well my kurta fitted me, saying it accentuated my figure. Although I tried not to show it, these instances left me feeling uneasy and confused. Was she just being friendly, or was there something more to her gestures?

One morning on the way it started raining heavily. By the time I reached the shop, I was completely drenched, my clothes sticking to my body and my hair plastered to my face.

Mrs. Sharma looked at me with concern as soon as I entered the shop. "Oh dear, you're soaked! Come here, let me get you a towel."

She led me to her office, handing me a towel and pointing towards the attached bathroom. "You can dry yourself off and change here. Take your time."

I thanked her and headed to the bathroom, grateful for the privacy to clean myself up. As I undressed and turned on the shower, the hot water felt heavenly against my skin, washing away the cold and the stress of the morning.

Just as I finished rinsing the soap off my body, I heard the door open behind me. Startled, I turned around, only to see Mrs. Sharma standing there with a towel in her hands.

"I thought you might need this," she said, holding it out to me.

I took the towel, wrapping it around my wet body self-consciously. Mrs. Sharma's gaze lingered on me for a moment before she looked away. "You have a beautiful body," she said, her voice low and husky.

I blushed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "T-thank you, ma'am," I stammered, trying to hide my embarrassment.

Mrs. Sharma smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You don't need to call me ma'am. Just Shilpa will do."

I nodded, feeling a strange mixture of emotions churning inside me. Part of me was flattered by her compliment, but another part of me felt uncomfortable with the way she was looking at me. Was she attracted to me? Or was I reading too much into her words and actions