A Shopping trip

As I sat in the back of the auto rickshaw, my attention was focused on the screen of my phone. Suddenly, I felt the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at me. Glancing up, I caught the auto driver's gaze in the rearview mirror, his eyes fixed on my lower neck region. A slight smirk played on my lips as I realized he was checking me out. I was wearing a conservative dress, but had decided against a dupatta today, leaving my neckline exposed to curious eyes.

Unfazed by the driver's attention, I continued scrolling through my phone, enjoying the subtle thrill of being admired. The auto rickshaw continued its journey until it finally stopped in front of a store named "Roop Niketan."

As I approached the entrance of the store, I spotted Raghav Ji standing there, his smile widening as he waved me over. "Bhabhi Ji, you're looking absolutely stunning today," he complimented, his eyes roaming appreciatively over my figure as I came closer.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a slight rush of pleasure at his words. The heat outside was becoming unbearable, and I was eager to step into the air-conditioned store.

"Can we go in now?"

Raghav Ji chuckled, "Of course, I've already taken care of that for you. Let's head inside." With a graceful gesture, he motioned for me to follow him, leading the way into the cool, inviting space of the clothing store.

As we entered the store, I was struck by how empty it was, with only a few people scattered about. It almost felt like we had the entire place to ourselves. A sales girl quickly approached us, greeting us with a warm smile. "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Raj!" she announced, her expression bright and eager.

I felt my cheeks flush as I tried to correct her mistake. "Oh, actually, he's not my husband—" I began, but then glanced at Raghav Ji, who seemed unfazed by the situation. I smirked thinking it was very cheeky of him.

The salesgirl, oblivious to the thoughts, asked us what kind of clothes we were looking for. Raghav Ji leaned in close to whisper, "In high-end stores like this, the salespeople can be very helpful. Trust me, let her assist us."

Nodding to acknowledge his advice, I turned to the salesgirl and replied, "I'm looking for some western casual wear." She beamed at us and gestured for us to follow her to the western clothing section.

Raghav Ji chuckled, "Of course, I've already taken care of that for you. Let's head inside." With a graceful gesture, he motioned for me to follow him, leading the way into the cool, inviting space of the clothing store.

As we entered the store, I was struck by how empty it was, with only a few people scattered about. It almost felt like we had the entire place to ourselves. A sales girl quickly approached us, greeting us with a warm smile. "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Raj!" she announced, her expression bright and eager.

I felt my cheeks flush as I tried to correct her mistake. "Oh, actually, he's not my husband—" I began, but then glanced at Raghav Ji, who seemed unfazed by the situation. I wondered what could be his reason for not protesting, but I decided not to press the matter further.

The salesgirl, oblivious to the confusion, asked us what kind of clothes we were looking for. Raghav Ji leaned in close to whisper, "In high-end stores like this, the salespeople can be very helpful. Trust me, let her assist us."

Nodding to acknowledge his advice, I turned to the salesgirl and replied, "I'm looking for some western casual wear." She beamed at us and gestured for us to follow her to the western clothing section.

The salesgirl, whose name I learned was Avanti, led us through the western wear section with infectious enthusiasm. Although she might not have been conventionally beautiful, her keen fashion sense and passion for the craft were undeniable. As we browsed through various designs and styles, I found myself drawn to a few pieces that caught my eye.

Raghav Ji remained somewhat in the background, only offering his input when Avanti specifically asked for his opinion. I appreciated his subtle presence, allowing me the space to explore and make my own choices.

After about 15 minutes of perusing the aisles, I settled on a few T-shirt and jeans combinations that I wanted to try on. I turned around to find Avanti and Raghav Ji talking quietly about something. I curious moved towards them. Avanti, seeing that I was finished with choosing, gestured for me to follow her as she led the way towards the trial rooms.

Avanti led me to the trial room, and I couldn't help but be impressed by its size. Curious, I asked her, "Are all the trial rooms this big?" She smiled and replied, "Oh no, not at all. This one is reserved exclusively for our VIP customers."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this special treatment. Avanti then surprised me even further when she asked, "Would you be comfortable with me staying and helping you try on the clothes?"

Taken aback by her offer, I inquired, "Is that also a VIP benefit?" Avanti laughed lightly and shook her head. "No, not at all. Your husband actually requested that I give you special attention today."

I felt a rush of embarrassment at the reminder of the misunderstanding regarding our relationship. Flustered, I managed to stammer out, "Oh, um, that's alright. I can manage on my own, but thank you for the offer."

After Avanti left, I picked out a T-shirt from the pile of clothes I had chosen. I pulled up my kurti and slipped down my leggings, standing there in nothing but my bra and panties. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I walked towards the large mirror on the opposite wall.

As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my semi-nude body. I wondered if Raghav Ji would sell his kidneys just for a chance to see this view. A little narcissism felt good every now and then, I thought to myself.

Picking up my phone, I snapped a quick selfie, capturing the enticing image in the mirror. I sent it to Alok, who promptly replied with a thirsty emoji. My smile widened at his enthusiastic response. As I was about to put my phone away, my eyes fell upon Raghav Ji's name in my contacts list. I laughed softly to myself, thinking, "Sanjana you are becoming a bad girl"