The trip ends

After trying on the T-shirt and jeans, I stepped out of the trial room. I noticed that Avanti was nowhere to be seen, leaving me alone with Raghav Ji. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on the curves of my body. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he approached me.

Leaning in close, he whispered conspiratorially, "Bhabhi Ji, I didn't realize how great you would look in western fashion. You should really wear these styles more often."

I felt a sense of pride and gratitude at his compliment. "Thank you, Raghav Ji," I replied, "but Alok's parents aren't too fond of me wearing modern clothes."

He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Then perhaps Alok should fight for you, like a true husband should." Raghav Ji continued, "You know, Sonal has always been given complete freedom to wear whatever she wants."

I smiled, my eyes glinting with admiration. "Sonal Bhabhi is indeed fortunate to have you as her husband,".

Raghav Ji's jovial demeanor suddenly shifted as he heard my compliment. With a teasing glint in his eye, he playfully suggested, "Bhabhi Ji, you know, maybe you could just leave Alok and marry me instead!"

I couldn't help but laugh at his bold proposition. "Oh, Raghav Ji, I don't think Alok would let me go that easily, not in this life," I replied, still chuckling.

Raghav Ji's eyes narrowed, with a playful smirk on his face. "And I, too, would never let a woman like you out of my sight if you were my wife," he declared, his voice low and intense.

The heat of embarrassment rushed to my cheeks, and I turned away, intending to return to the trial room. To my surprise, Raghav Ji followed closely behind. As I reached for the door handle, he asked, "May I come in with you, Bhabhi Ji? I'd love to see how the clothes look on you from up close."

My heart raced at the taboo nature of his request. I replied without turning around, "Bhai saab, I don't think that would be appropriate. You should wait outside, please."

With that, I entered the trial room and closed the door firmly behind me, leaving Raghav Ji on the other side, his intentions clear and my pulse quickening.

Leaning against the wall of the trial room, my heart continued to race, the memory of Raghav Ji's provocative offer still fresh in my mind. This was the first time he had crossed the line from flirting to openly showing his intentions, and it left me momentarily breathless. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd be able to stop him if he had **** his way in.

A vivid image flashed in my mind—Raghav Ji pushing me against the very wall I leaned on, his lips devouring mine with insatiable desire. I covered my flushed face with my hands, chastising myself playfully for letting my mind wander so far.

Determined to end the day's escapade, I changed back into my kurti and leggings, grabbed the clothes I'd selected, and prepared to exit the room. With a sigh of relief, I found Avanti waiting for me outside, her presence a comforting anchor back to reality.

As Avanti led me towards the checkout counter, Raghav Ji remained uncharacteristically silent. At the counter, she helped me package the clothes I'd chosen. I turned to grab my bag, intending to retrieve my card, when Raghav Ji intervened.

"Bhabhi Ji, the owner of this shop is my business partner," he explained, "so you won't need to pay for these."

I turned to Avanti, who smiled and nodded in confirmation. Raghav Ji then moved towards the exit, his business seemingly concluded. I started to follow, but Avanti stopped me.

"Mam, do come again," she said, leaning in closer to whisper, "and if you're looking to spice things up in your marriage, we have some fantastic nightwear options as well."

Her words sent a blush creeping across my cheeks, and I thanked her before heading towards the exit.

I walked out of the store to find Raghav Ji still waiting patiently. As I approached him, I explained my urgency, "Bhai saab, I need to rush back home. My in-laws are arriving, and I'm afraid I won't be able to repay you for the shopping today."

Raghav Ji smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "Bhabhi Ji, I completely understand. Family always comes first. Please, don't worry about repaying me. It was my pleasure to treat you."

I couldn't help but laugh at his generosity. "Bhai saab, how can I possibly not repay such kindness? You've taken such great care of me today."

We finally reached the car, and Raghav Ji stopped in front of the passenger door. With a playful smirk, he leaned in close and said, "Okay, Bhabhi Ji, I'll be eagerly awaiting your repayment. I hope it will be quite memorable."

His tone was unmistakably suggestive, sending a shiver down my spine. I met his gaze with a coy smile of my own. "Don't worry, Bhai saab. You definitely won't forget. I'll make sure of that."