Bose's peaceful rhythm was interrupted by a phone call from his elder sister, who sounded worried.
"Brother, I don't feel well," she said, her voice frail. "I need you to help with something important."
Bose immediately felt a rush of concern. His sister, who had always been the strong one, wasn't one to ask for help lightly.
"What's wrong, sis?" Bose asked, wiping his hands on his apron.
She explained that she had fallen ill and was worried about her daughter, Kiara who was just starting her journey into adulthood. "I need you to look after her," she said. "She's young, but I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to guide her."
Bose immediately felt a rush of concern. His sister, who had always understanding the gravity of the request. He had always been close with his niece, who called him "Mamu" and had grown into a kind, independent young woman.
"I'll do whatever I can," he promised, his voice firm with determination. Her daughter, Kiara, who was only 20. Bose wasn't sure what she meant by "look after," but it was clear she needed help.
Kiara had always been a sweet girl, growing up in the same neighborhood. Bose remembered her as a playful with a bright smile and the kind of energy that could light up any room. Now, as a young woman, Kiara was beautiful-no doubt about it. She had long, silky black hair that cascaded down her back, sharp brown eyes that gleamed with intelligence, and a playful dimpled smile. She had a mole on her chin and one more on her perfectly curved hip.
As Bose arrived at the house. He saw Kiara's stunning figure. His eyes glued on her luscious lips. She wore a transparent pink saree.
Bose perspective: I could see her T shaped navel through her saree. She had large busty round bossoms tucked into a tight pink blouse. She was wearing a sleeveless saree blouse with a string holding the blouse in place. She had a milky soft back. Her hair sat on her big ass. She ran upto me and gave me a hug. "Mamu so happy to see you," she said. Her large boobs crushed against my chest. My hands shaking. I returned the hug by placing my trembling hands on her perfectly curved hips. I rubbed her bare back to comfort her. She hugged me tightly. My fingers accidentally got tangled in the one string that held her blouse together. As I moved my hand, the string came off. It released her busty boobs from the tight blouse against my chest. I felt her large boobs against me. "Naughty mamu, we are not married yet," she said playfully. She held the blouse against her boobs hiding her nipples. She turned around revealing her sexy bare back. She moved her hair so I got a good view of her naked back and juicey hip rolls. "Put my blouse back on Mamu," she ordered. I was confused when she said marriage. With my trembling hands I touched the strings of her blouse bringing it together and tying a knot. Her boobs lifted up back into place as I pulled the string. I felt her soft warm back as I tied the string.
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