Shameless, Only For Him

Eleven

Puvi

"Intha maanam rosham...ethuvum illaya di unaku?" (This shame, dignity...don't you possess any of that?) I sigh, beholding her barely covered self with disdain.

She came inside my apartment wearing a long skirt and red shirt, but within seconds, she transformed into this skimpy outfit that she had worn under those decent ones.

At this rate, I'll let her be. She can gladly make a fool of herself and I'm not going to stop her. Cause all her stupid acts would embarrass her within a few days when she would realize that I'm actually her brother-in-law.

"Why should I have any of that in front of my Puvi?" I roll my eyes at her words.

"Right," I light-heartedly respond and focus on cooking. I'm preparing tomato rice today. It's one of my favorite dishes. Dhana is standing on the other side of the counter and is intently watching my cooking skills.

She always does that. She stays in my apartment more than she does on her own. She's cute when she's silent and currently, I love the quietude she maintains while she salivates over the food.

"Alright, stop drooling. I'll give you one plate," I ruffle her hair and she grins before circling the counter and reaching towards me.

"How about we share the food from a single plate?" She wriggles her eyebrows naughtily, causing me to shake my head.

"At least feed me like you used to do when I was little," I give her a side glance as I allocate the food on two plates.

"You're not a little girl anymore," instead of becoming disappointed, she giggles. "So you did notice?" I see where she's going. "Yes, I do have two eyes," I took the plates to the table and Dhana followed me to the couch.

As she sat down beside me, her dress rides up from her thigh and I quickly avert my eyes to the food. I don't want to see her in this provocative condition. It's traumatizing.

While I was having the food with my gaze often fleeing to the music channel that I've been watching since returning home, I felt Dhana moving closer to me.

"How do you have so much self-control Puvi? The guys in my college, even when I wear modest clothes, simps for me. But you've got the chance to see me in these short clothes and still, you've no lust towards me, how is it possible Puvi? Why am I not attractive in your eyes?" She asks, dubiously.

"How many times should I repeat the reason, dumbhead?" She pouts at my harshness. "Puvi...have you ever got physical with your girlfriend?" She sounds perturbed and fierce as she looks at me.

Have I? Has anything happened between me and Mugil so far? No...
Why? I've no idea. Our relationship was distinct. We didn't really have the urge to touch each other. When she would come to Chennai during vacation periods, we would spend time together in silence...

It was nice and serene.

We're hoping to get married anyway. So what's the hurry to get physical before that?

"No," at my answer, Dhana sighs a relieved breath out.

"How many years have passed since you got into this relationship?" She implores curiously. "More than five years," she gasps upon heeding my answer.

"What the hell, Puvi!? Five years in a relationship and you never got physical! What kind of love is this?" She genuinely sounds confused.

"You are fooling yourself, Puvi. This isn't the love you deserve. You're not even in love with her, to begin with...!" I dismiss her aggression.

"Shut up and eat, Dhana. We both are going to get married in a short while. If that doesn't explain our commitment, what else could?" She laughs at my words.

"This is exactly a commitment. There's no love or lust," her words had me in retrospect.

I do love Mugil, I care for her and I need her to lead a peaceful life. I really can't wait to marry her! And I'm sure Mugil feels the same. She hardly speaks but when she does, it's straight to the point and meaningful. I admire that quality of hers.

Something that attracted me towards her along with her silent care.

"Puvi...have you at least masturbated to her thoughts?" Have I? No. I'd only seen porn to relieve myself. It is from where I discovered that I had some certain kinks.

"Have you!?" I, with annoyance, stare at her. "You are crossing your limits, Dhana," she purses her lips at my reply whereas I continue having the food.

She's messing with my head when hers itself is deranged. If I listen to her any longer, I might end up overthinking. I don't want to do that.

I want to lead a tranquil life with Mugil and that's all is my only wish and vision.

Minutes later, we both complete our meals and as I was washing the plates, Dhana hugs me from behind.

I unclasp her hands from my torso and swirl to her. "I swear Dhana...If you can't keep your hands to yourself, I won't double-think before tying you up and plastering that loud mouth of yours," a glint appears in her eyes as she heeds me.

What the hell?

"Please do it, Puvi. I like to be tied up while you fuck my brains out," she has crossed all stages of insanity.

"Enna jenmam di ne ellam?" (What kind of creature are you!?) She giggles at my question.

I seriously can't fathom how her brain works.

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