I started proceeding in my briefs out of the room. I was going to the kitchen to make some tea, so I asked her if she wanted any. She said, “Sir, main bana deti hun?” (Sir, I’ll prepare it?), but I interjected saying trying to be a bit cheeky to make her comfortable, “Nahi. Main khud bahut achi chai banata hun. Aur please mujhe Ajaz bolo.” (No, I make pretty decent tea myself. And please call me Ajaz). I was preparing the tea when she came to the kitchen, we sat down and had tea, while I was busy reading the morning paper. I could see her eyes wander off on to my hard bulky chest and sometimes on my thighs, but mostly she was just trying hard not to look. Suddenly the bell rang and I went to open the door. It was Dhara the laundryman’s wife who had come to give the pressed clothes back. I greeted her nicely and took the clothes from her. I had to give her this month’s advance, so I asked her to wait till I get it. Dhara knows that I prefer staying in my briefs at home and she has seen me like this multiple times. I gave her the money and shut the door but Mridula now seemed visibly calmer, since she now knew that this is how I just prefer to be instead of being very naked today or with any bad intentions towards her. Soon it was time for me to call the accountant and thereafter go to pick the kids up, so I went about the day as usual.
The next morning, I woke up to find that Mahima was just about to leave for office, so I wished her goodbye at the door and returned back to have some tea. I was wearing only my black briefs and had a semi-erect bulge in front. The kids had already gone to school with the driver, so I had nothing to do and decided to take a bath and probably visit the factory. Mridula was no where to be seen but I figured it was earlier in the morning so she must be cleaning some room. I walked back into my room to find that Mridula was standing there in front of the bathroom door with two three big buckets and a wiper. “Sir, main sirf bathroom saaf karne jaa rahi thi” (Sir, I was just about to go clean the bathroom), she said while taking her eyes up to down upon my body. I responded quickly with a comforting smile, “Arrey main abhi nahane hi jaa raha tha. Please Ajaz bolo mujhe ya bhaiya” (Oh, I was just planning to have a bath right now. Also, please call me ajaz or brother). She hesitantly asked if she should go clean some other room first, and started picking up the many buckets and sprays she had laid out to clean the bathroom. I felt bad because she had already made her spread to clean the bathroom, so I walked nearer to the bathroom door. Our bathroom was made such that the powder room, basin and everything else was at the entrance and on one side there was a semi-separated glass area for the shower, so that the shower doesn’t damped the whole place. I pointed towards the shower area and said, “Acha mujhe toh 5 minute lagenge nahane mein, tum tab tak baaki sab ki safai shuru kar do” (Okay I’ll only take some 5 mins to take a shower, you clean up the rest of the place till then). She took a pause and seemed resistant to the idea.