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Vijay unemployed and heartbroken sitting on his couch wondering how he would pay the rent that has been due for 5 months.
Ramesh his landlord, a recent widower in his 50s Knocked on his do...
Vijay was a 26-year-old man with a slender frame and a pair of breasts that seemed to have made a mistake in the grand scheme of nature.
They were not overly large, but in his skinny body, they looked like twin balloons that had been filled a little too much.
He had tried every trick in the book to hide them: loose shirts, sports bras, and slouching posture. But sometimes, life had a cruel way of reminding him of their presence.
Today was one of those days. Five months of unemployment had left him with a pitiful bank balance and a mountain of debt. His girlfriend has broken up with him leaving him an hollow life.
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The knock on his door was the crescendo to a pattern of troubles that had been playing in his head all week.
His heart raced as he approached the door, knowing full well it was Ramesh, his landlord, come to collect the rent he hadn't paid in three months.
With trembling hands, Vijay unlocked the door, his chest tightening as he saw Ramesh's stern face peering through the crack.
Ramesh was a man in his fifties, with a thick mustache and a belly that suggested a lifetime of enjoying good food. He had always been kind to Vijay, but kindness had its limits, especially when it came to money.
"Vijay, my boy," Ramesh began, his voice gruff with a hint of weariness. "I've come to talk to you about the rent."
Vijay swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I know, Ramesh Uncle," he said, using the respectful term out of habit. "I'm sorry. I've been looking for a job. I'll pay you soon."
But Ramesh's eyes had wandered to the expanse of Vijay's bare chest, his gaze lingering on the two pronounced bumps that stood out like uninvited guests.
Vijay felt a flush creep up his neck as he realized he had forgotten to put on a shirt. He folded his arms over his chest, but it was too late. Ramesh's gaze was transfixed.
"What's this?" Ramesh murmured, his expression a curious blend of surprise and something else—something Vijay couldn't quite place.
Vijay looked down, feeling the weight of his breasts pressing against his forearms. "It's nothing," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ramesh studied him for a moment, his eyes unblinking.
Then, without warning, his face softened.
"You know, I've been feeling quite lonely since Lakshmi passed away last month," he said, referring to his wife. "Why don't you come over to my place tonight? We'll have a few drinks, talk about life. Maybe I can help you out with your job search."
Vijay's mind reeled. Was this a trick? A ploy to get his money sooner? But the look in Ramesh's eyes was genuine, and his offer seemed to come from a place of empathy rather than manipulation.
Plus, he had nowhere else to turn. "Okay," he agreed, his voice small and unsure. "Thank you."
