As I was cleaning up in my bakery, a bride burst through the door, her wedding attire flowing around her. She had large eyes. Her skin was soft and milky. Her luscious red lips were youthful. Her large busty boobs bounced out of her tight saree blouse. I watched her navel and belly bounce around as she ran. Her bangles making loid noise.
"Help me! I need to hide!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with urgency.
I was taken aback but quickly realized the gravity of the situation. "What happened?" I asked as I helped her behind the counter, where she crouched down, trying to catch her breath.
"I am Kajol. I ran away from my arranged marriage," she whispered, glancing back at me. She was breathtaking, like a modern-day Cleopatra, her beauty striking even in her frantic state.
Just then, four men stormed into the shop, scanning the room. "Did you see a bride?" one of them asked, his tone serious.
"No, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as I maintained eye contact with Kajol, who was barely visible behind the counter.
After what felt like an eternity, the men left, their footsteps fading as they continued their search elsewhere. Kajol peered out the window, her expression a mix of relief and uncertainty.
"Are they gone?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, and she let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing. In that moment, I realized how much I wanted to help her, to protect her from whatever was waiting outside.
As I helped Kajol hide behind the counter, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beauty, even amidst the chaos. Her bridal attire shimmered, and there was a regal quality about her that caught my breath.
"Are you sure you're not Cleopatra in disguise?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
She looked at me, momentarily taken aback, then laughed softly. "If only I had her power! Right now, I just need a way to escape."
Her smile, despite the situation, was captivating, and I felt a spark of connection between us. It was a strange moment-a bride running away from her wedding and me, the coffee shop owner, swept into her unexpected adventure. I was drawn to her in a way that felt both thrilling and tender.
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