Priyanka

I have to mention here that I am a relatively small man. Although I was a fully grown, 28-year-old young man, I was only 5'3" tall and weighed about 55 kg at the time.

I tried to free myself, but the person holding me seemed much stronger than I was. With both my arms pinned to my sides, I couldn't move. Then, the person holding me called out to my sisters-in-law and cousins, who were busy with the haldi ritual, "Come on, girls, I've got Salman for you! Come and put haldi on him."

Her voice shocked me. It wasn't a man's voice. I turned my head and was surprised to see Auntie Prianka looking at me with a smirk. Auntie Prianka was one of our neighbors. She lived in one of the apartments in our complex. She was a well-built lady, about 5'11" tall. I wasn't sure, but her weight was definitely 80 kg or more. Her skin was a wheatish complexion and looked smooth and well-maintained. She was 42 years old. She had a longish face and was very beautiful and pleasant.

Now that I realized she was a woman, and a much older one at that, I was confident I could break free from her. Maybe she had caught me off guard with her hug at first, especially since she had wrapped her long arms around mine, pinning them to my sides. But I was sure that if I pushed back with my body, I could break her hold on my arms and torso.

All the girls and women at the haldi ceremony were now giving their full attention to this inter-gender wrestling match. They were openly cheering for Auntie Prianka, just because she was a woman. I had no supporters.

The girls were all urging Auntie to bring me closer to them. In fact, I was trying to exit the shamiana when she caught me. There was a distance of about 6 meters or a little more between where the girls were applying haldi to each other and where this auntie had captured me. In between, the decorators had already spread the red mat where the lunch tables were to be placed later. So the girls couldn't come near me to put haldi on me, as they would have dirtied the freshly laid mat.

When I realized that the ladies couldn't come to me, I became confident that with time I could tire out Prianka Bhabhi. This lady clearly had an advantage in both height and weight. Just because she was taller than me, her arms were longer. Her shoulders were also wider than mine. So she used her long arms to wrap them properly around my slender body. That is, even with her arms going over mine and pinning them to my sides, she could clasp her hands in front of my chest. And due to her heavy weight, she was pressing against my body. She was 82 kg and I was 60 kg, a difference of 22 kg. With the constant pressure she was exerting on my arms and chest through her plump hands, I was getting weaker.

I couldn't loosen her grip from around my body because my arms were locked under hers. So I tried to push her with my back, to loosen her tight hold on my body. But just because she was 22 kg heavier than me, I couldn't push her back even an inch. On the contrary, while trying to push, I was extending my legs for better leverage. This resulted in my body sliding downwards on her firm body. After a few pushes, I saw that my body had slid so far down that she was now more than 30 cm taller than me. Looking up, I saw that her head was now much higher than mine. Also, with my legs now stretched out in front of her, I had lost my body balance. I realized with a shock that I was no longer standing on my feet. Instead, Prianka was holding my body up with her strong hands wrapped around my arms and chest. Her tall, heavy body was supporting me from behind. If she let go, I would fall to the ground.

There was a continuous cheer from the girls and women in support of Prianka, urging her to bring me to them. I considered this a personal battle of pride between a man and a woman. I, as a fully grown, 28-year-old young man, was continuously losing ground in a physical strength contest with a 42-year-old middle-aged woman. It wasn't just my prestige at stake, but the honor of my manhood was on the

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](http://line.At) that moment, I realized that my body had slid all the way down and was being fully supported by Prianka Bhabhi. But with my legs stretched out so far in front, she wasn't even in a position to push me from behind and carry me to the ladies' gathering. It was then that I found a glimmer of hope. It was now clear that I was not going to win this fight, especially with the way Auntie Prianka had captured me. But it was also clear that Prianka Bhabhi could not push me toward the girls in any way. And this meant that the girls could not apply haldi to me. This was, in fact, a moral victory for me.

When I understood this, I also understood that Auntie now had no choice but to release me. There was a chance that she might just let go of her grip on me. In that case, I would just fall on the ground in front of her feet. This way she could claim victory. But if she let me go in front of her feet, I would be ready to make a run for it. Otherwise, she might bend down and grab me again. I felt like a mouse trapped by a cat, waiting for an opportunity to escape and save my life. It was not a very manly thought, to be planning an escape from a taller, bigger, and stronger woman. Worse, this woman was 14 years older than me.

Now I felt that Auntie was allowing me to stand on my own feet. She was slowly loosening her clamp-like grip from around my body. And with her heavy body acting as a wall behind me, she was actually supporting me to stand up. I knew the fight was over. She had clearly won the battle, but she had failed to force me to the ladies' section for the haldi ritual.

Finally, she let me go completely, and I stood on my own feet. I wanted to show the spirit of a true sportsperson and congratulate her. I turned around and smiled at her. Now that I was standing so close to her body and she was so much taller than me, I had to bend my neck up to look into her eyes. She was looking at my face with a sweet smile.

I said to her with a smile, "Wow, Auntie! You are so strong even at this age."