✨️𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕✨️✨️

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Choomantar ho - aaja chal ghuum ho jaayein

Choomantar ho - khud se hi khud kho jaayein

Choomantar ho - nazaron mein hum naa aayein

Dhoonde jahaan

Hum bhi na jaane hum hain kahan

Choo le zameen se wo aasmaan

Chal lo re lo re..

Chhoomantar

Chhoomantar

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🎀Style Heights Bra and Panty Shop 🎀

Shivaay stepped hesitantly into the women's innerwear shop, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. He tried his best to ignore the 18-plus mannequins clad in bras and panties that were displayed front and center. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, heat crawling up his neck as he walked straight toward the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a worn-out expression, scowled slightly at first, but years of experience in retail business made him quickly plaster a business-like smile on his face.

His initial skepticism was understandable. After all, it wasn't every day that a young boy awkwardly stumbled into a shop like this. Shivaay, though nervous, managed a weak smile in return, a mix of shyness and deep embarrassment painted across his face.

This was the first time Shivaay had entered a place like this alone. Sure, he had seen women's sections in large malls, but he always made it a point to steer clear of them, behaving with the manners of a gentleman. Now, however, he was thrown right into the middle of what felt like a nightmare, and there was no escape.

He held out the cloth bag-thela, as his mother called it-toward the shopkeeper, who took it and peeked inside, a slight frown creasing his brow.

The shopkeeper then looked up at Shivaay, silently asking for an explanation. Shivaay stood there, blinking rapidly, his mind scrambling for words. The shopkeeper tipped his head slightly, waiting for the young boy to speak.

"Uh... this bag," Shivaay stuttered, his voice cracking. "Uh, my mom came here to buy this, but... the size was wrong." His words tumbled out clumsily, and he wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor.

The shopkeeper nodded, though his eyes carried a trace of amusement. Shivaay looked down, confusion clouding his expression. He suddenly remembered his mother's instructions: Call me when you get to the shop. He fumbled into his jeans pocket to retrieve his phone, but before he could pull it out, the door of the shop swung open behind him.

A gust of warm air whooshed in, clashing with the cool, conditioned breeze inside. The abrupt change in temperature brought with it the sound of footsteps, and Shivaay's heart sank to his stomach. He had a sinking, terrible feeling, and when he dared to glance up, his worst fear was confirmed.

Bhawna Trivedi walked in.

Shivaay's mind screamed in silent, agonized disbelief. His crush of three long years, the girl who made his heart race with just a fleeting smile, had entered the shop at the absolute worst moment.

Bhawna was the kind of girl who shone brighter than the sun itself-topper of the Science stream, and a beauty who had unwittingly captivated him from the first day he laid eyes on her.

His insides twisted painfully. Of all the places, at all the times, why did she have to be here now?

Shivaay was so lost in his spiraling embarrassment that he barely registered the shopkeeper calling his attention. Snapping out of his horrified trance, he nodded quickly and reached for his phone, nearly dropping it as he dialed his mother's number.

His fingers trembled, and he cringed as he felt Bhawna's presence in the shop, an unintentional witness to his misery.

Meanwhile, Bhawna had entered the shop with an errand of her own. She needed to buy some hairbands, pins, and sanitary pads. When she noticed a boy her age standing at the counter, her eyes widened slightly in surprise. As the sight of a boy standing in a women's innerwear shop, clutching a bag of bras, was definitely unexpected.

Bhawna bit back a smile, curiosity piqued. She wasn't embarrassed about her own shopping needs; she had come in confidently. But now, the situation felt like a front-row seat to an unfolding drama. She signaled the shopkeeper to let the boy finish his transaction, using the extra time to observe the amusing scene.

Shivaay's face grew redder by the second. As he spoke to his mother, Bhawna's ears picked up snatches of the conversation. It soon became clear to her that the boy's mother had sent him to exchange a bra for a different size. Bhawna pressed her lips together, hiding a smile, because the poor guy was visibly suffering from secondhand embarrassment.

His cheeks were bright red, and his eyes flicked around nervously, but he never once glanced at the mannequins. He only looked at the shopkeeper, his phone, or-accidentally-at her, whereupon he would immediately avert his gaze, embarrassed beyond words.

Bhawna found herself silently cheering him on, her amusement mingling with admiration for how hard he was trying to maintain his composure. She had never seen a boy so endearingly uncomfortable, and a thought slipped through her mind before she could catch it: Cute. She quickly shook her head, chastising herself for thinking something so absurd.

Shivaay, meanwhile, was cringing at the thought of what Bhawna might assume about him.

She must think I'm some sort of pervert, he thought miserably.

The idea of her judging him made his stomach churn, and he was tapping his foot in impatience, praying that this ordeal would end soon.

The call to his mother continued, and she was loud and clear. "Bhaiya, maine kaha tha ki mujhe C cup nahi aayega and mujhe B cup hi hoga. Lekin aapne maani hi nahi meri baat. Mere bache ko aana pada. Ab aaj jaldi mujhe B cup main 2 bra dedo white colour ke."

{I told you C cup-sized bra won't fit me and B cup will fit me. But you didn't listen to me. My son had to come because of this. Now quickly give me 2 B-cup bras in white.}

Shivaay frowned, trying to make sense of it all. His mother had told him to get bras, not cups! Since when did bras come in cup sizes? He thought about tea cups, for some reason, and wondered why cups needed letters to be measured. Then, the realization struck him-these were probably bra sizes. Great, he thought. Just great.

"Behnji, yeh size mein nahi hain 2. Sirf ek hi hain," the shopkeeper replied, adding more fuel to Shivaay's humiliation.

{We only have one in that size.}

"Acha? Toh ek white aur ek black dedo. Shiv, ache se mobile pakdo, mujhe dikh nahi raha hai kuch," his mother said through the phone.

{Oh? Then give me one in white and one in black. Shiv, hold the phone properly-I can't see anything.}

Bhawna was now watching Shiv's face closely, marveling at the kaleidoscope of emotions that crossed his features. Embarrassment, confusion, curiosity, and sheer desperation to leave this place all played out, and she had to bite her lip to stop from laughing.

She wished she could read his thoughts, because whatever was going on in his head looked like the funniest internal dialogue ever.

"Uncle, hairbands, tick-tack pins, safety pins, aur XYZ company ke sanitary pads de dijiye," Bhawna requested politely, stepping up to make her own purchase.

{Uncle, hairbands, tick-tack pins, safety pins, and sanitary pads from XYZ company, please.}

Her voice was close to Shivaay's ears, and he blushed furiously. He had no idea why, but hearing Bhawna say "sanitary pads" made his cheeks burn even more. He snuck a glance at her, and for the first time, he noticed how she looked outside of her school uniform.

Dressed in a blue T-shirt and black track pants, Bhawna looked fresh and effortlessly beautiful. Her hair was loose, and she wore a look of calm concentration.

How can she look perfect in anything? Shivaay wondered, his overworked heart thudding again. Her big, dark eyes were full of intelligence, and her smile was radiant, showcasing an innocence that he found utterly charming.

He had always thought she looked incredible in their school uniform, but now he realized she shone just as brightly in casual clothes. Bhawna sunshines the way the sun never could, he thought.

The shopkeeper finally told Shivaay that his mother had disconnected the call, snapping him out of his daydreams. He noticed that Bhawna had collected her items and was heading toward the door. She looked over her shoulder, her expression neutral but her eyes dancing with humor.

Shivaay thanked the shopkeeper hastily, grabbed the shopping bag, and fled the shop. He sulked the entire way home, his overthinking mind racing through all the embarrassing conclusions possible. What if Bhawna thinks I'm a complete loser now? he fretted. What if she tells everyone in school?

When he got home, he tossed the shopping bag onto the couch and retreated to his room, flopping onto the bed in utter despair. His mother came in, curious about his dramatic behavior. "What happened to you suddenly?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Main marne jaa raha hoon," he declared with grim seriousness.

{I'm going to die.}

His mother rolled her eyes. "Haan, bartan dho ke marna. Ja, dho le pehle."

{Yes, but make sure to wash the dishes before you die. Now go, and wash them.}

Shivaay groaned loudly, rolling onto his stomach and hitting his head repeatedly against the bed in a melodramatic display of anguish. He muttered complaints under his breath, his voice muffled by the pillow.

But even Shivaay knew there was no escaping his chores. With a heavy sigh, he dragged himself off the bed, feeling the weight of humiliation still clinging to him.

"Ugh, mujhe bartan dhone ke liye hi banaya hai. Pata nahi Bhawna kya soch rahi hogi mere baare mein," he mumbled as he trudged toward the kitchen.

{Ugh, I was made only to wash dishes. I wonder what Bhawna must be thinking about me.}

He splashed some water into the sink, grabbed the dish soap, and created a sudsy mixture. As he scrubbed the dishes, his mind drifted back to the shop, replaying every mortifying detail of the encounter. Bhawna's amused smile haunted him, making his cheeks burn all over again. What if she thought he was weird? Or worse, a total creep?

Shivaay's imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenarios where Bhawna was telling her friends about "the guy who was buying bras at the shop." His overthinking only spiraled further, each possibility more embarrassing than the last. He felt like a walking disaster, destined to be the subject of jokes for days to come.

With soap bubbles clinging to his hands, Shivaay leaned against the kitchen counter, sighing deeply. But as he remembered the moment Bhawna had looked at him, her smile soft and secretive, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of something else-hope, maybe? Or just wishful thinking?

"Maybe," he whispered to himself, rinsing the last dish, "just maybe... she thought I wasn't that bad."

Even as the humiliation lingered, a tiny part of him dared to hope that he hadn't ruined everything forever. Maybe, just maybe, fate had more in store for the two of them than either could predict.

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It was late at night when Raj Sharma returned home, exhausted from a grueling day at the office. Dressed in his business attire, he walked down the hallway toward his younger brother Shivaay's room.

The house was quiet, bathed in darkness, with only the faint tick-tock of the clock resonating in the background. The air was heavy with a bone-chilling stillness, and even the faintest creak seemed amplified.

Raj paused outside Shivaay's room, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he glanced into the shadowy space. Everything was shrouded in pitch-black silence, not a single light illuminated the room.

He swallowed hard, trying to calm his growing unease. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed something shifting behind him, a shadowy movement he couldn't quite place.

Slowly, he turned around, dread crawling up his spine.

"Aahhhhhhhh!" Raj screamed.

"Aahhhhhhhh!" Another equally terrified voice echoed his scream.

Both paused, the tension abruptly replaced by confusion. The two figures froze, staring at each other as recognition dawned.

"Shivaay?" Raj exhaled, his voice cracking between relief and exasperation. "Yeh kya Manjulika ban ke baitha hai tu? Lights toh chaalu karni thi at least!" He slapped Shivaay lightly on the shoulder.

{Why are you sitting here like Manjulika from a horror movie? At least turn on the lights!}

"Ouch!" Shivaay protested, rubbing his shoulder where his brother had hit him. He was sitting on his bed, wrapped up completely in a blanket, his hair disheveled. He had been lying motionless, staring blankly into the dark until he heard the noise at the door.

"I thought you were a ghost or something!" Raj scolded him, his voice laced with irritation and relief.

Shivaay grumbled in response, "Bhaiya! Satyanaash ho gaya!" His voice trembled with melodramatic anguish as he gestured wildly.

{Brother! A disaster has happened!}

Raj rolled his eyes, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as he made his way to the bathroom. "Hmm, kya hua ab? Teri Bhawna ke related hai woh satyanaash?" Raj asked, clearly amused, as he walked into the bathroom to wash his face.

{Hmm, what happened now? Is this disaster related to your Bhawna?}

Shivaay, not wanting to be left behind, followed his brother into the washroom, hovering at the door. "Haan, wasn't I claiming to make a perfect first impression on Bhawna?" he whined, his voice thick with despair.

{Yes, wasn't I just bragging about how I would make a perfect first impression on Bhawna?}

Raj, splashing cold water onto his face, responded dryly, "Shiv, wanna shower with me?" He shot a mischievous look at his younger brother.

Shivaay's eyes widened in exaggerated horror. "Bhaiya, I don't mind if you are gay, but I'm your brother-and that too from the same parents!" He slapped Raj on the arm, scandalized.

Raj looked at Shivaay with a weird face," Haan toh alag alag parents hote toh kar leta shower mere saath?" Shivaay shook his head in denial almost the next second showing his strong disagreement.

{And If our parents were different then you would've showered with me?}

Raj scoffed at him saying," Toh yeh kya illogical logic tha shower na karne ka? Parents same hain toh nahi kar sakta!!"

{ Then what the hell was this illogical logic to not shower together? We have same parents so we can't shower together!!}

Shivaay got embarrassed and rubbed his nape in embarrassment. Raj again says," Zyaada sharma mat, Shivaay Sharma. Waise bhi maine Teri chhoti lulli bhi dekhi hain and badi waali bhi."

( Translations for this.... Aap khud hi samjh jaao 💀... Help me readers to give a translation for this line as even I am traumatized by this dialogue. Even if I was the one who penned it.🙃🙃💀)

Shivaay for some minutes got confused but then the double meanings clicked in his mind. He groaned and shoved his brother, telling him to shut up.

Raj burst out laughing, shoving his brother back toward the bedroom. "Haan toh washroom se baahar nikal. Mujhe nahaana hai, saale."

{Then get out of the bathroom. I need to shower, idiot.}

"Aree! Lekin mera satyanaash toh sunooo!" Shivaay pouted at the now-closed bathroom door, pressing his forehead dramatically against it. Raj's muffled voice came from the other side, telling him they'd talk about it later.

{But at least listen to my disaster!}

Several minutes later, Raj emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist, droplets of water glistening on his bare chest. He had barely stepped out when Shivaay leapt at him like a lost puppy.

"Bhaiya, I was talking about how I've been waiting an entire year to make a good, perfect first impression on Bhawna. But everything backfired!" Shivaay wailed, sounding pitiful as he clung to his brother's arm.

Raj's interest piqued. He while rubbing l a towel around his wet hair and leaned against the bed, crossing his arms. " Bako ab," he ordered, curiosity lighting up his eyes.

( Spit the talk now)

Shivaay launched into a dramatic retelling of his earlier encounter at the women's innerwear shop, his hands flailing in wild gestures as he painted a vivid picture of his humiliation.

He described how Bhawna had walked in, how he had turned red with embarrassment, and how his mother's loud conversation about bra sizes had nearly killed him with shame. Shivaay's voice grew more mournful as he confessed his deepest fear: that Bhawna now thought he was a total pervert.

Raj listened intently, though he tried to hide the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. When Shivaay finally finished, Raj stared at his little brother for a beat, his expression frozen in a comical mix of disbelief and amusement. Then, like a dam bursting, he erupted into uncontrollable laughter.

"Ahhh, Bhaiyaa!" Shivaay whimpered, clutching his chest dramatically. "I'm being serious here! This is a crisis!"

Raj wiped tears from his eyes, gasping for breath. "But Shivaay," he teased, trying to compose himself, "you know what? Bhawna didn't even recognize you, right? She didn't know you two studied at the same school?"

Shivaay nodded solemnly. "Haan, she didn't recognize me. She's not the type to notice boys. She only focuses on her studies," he explained, his voice filled with an odd mixture of pride and sorrow. "But it hurts, Bhaiya. It hurts more than anything."

Raj, finally understanding the full gravity of his brother's heartbreak, sat beside Shivaay. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, though he couldn't resist a teasing glint in his eye. "Hmm, but weren't you the one always bragging about how you're one of the most popular boys in school? How come Bhawna didn't even notice you, Mr. Popular?"

Shivaay flopped back onto the bed, burying his face in a pillow. "I am popular! But Bhawna isn't a girl who follows the crowd or chases after boys. She's different. She's so focused on her books that I'm probably invisible to her..." He groaned, turning his head to the side. "Ugh, this is the worst. The absolute worst."

Raj couldn't help but snicker. He leaned over his brother, patting him consolingly. "Chill, bro. It's not the end of the world. You'll have plenty of chances to make a better impression. Besides, you're acting like a lovesick puppy. Pull yourself together!"

But in the back of Raj's mind, he was still processing the fact that his usually reserved, studious little brother had fallen for someone. Shivaay, the boy who kept a safe distance from girls despite his popularity, was now blushing and sulking over Bhawna. It was almost too funny.

Raj grinned, an idea forming in his head. "Okay, enough moping. If you don't get up and eat dinner right now, I'm gonna show your dance moves from 'Chikni Chameli' to Bhawna." He waggled his eyebrows mischievously.

Shivaay shot up like a soldier, a horrified expression on his face. "No! Bhaiya, don't you dare!" he yelped, hurrying to the kitchen. "I'll eat! I swear!"

Raj laughed heartily, following his brother. It was these small moments that made their bond unbreakable. And as the night passed, Shivaay found himself both dreading and looking forward to seeing Bhawna again. Tomorrow held a world of possibilities, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster at the thought of it.

Who knew what fate had in store? Only time would tell.

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[A/N Hope you like the chapter. More chapter with more cuteness and banters will come to you.

Keep it up!

● By the way, this bra shop thing happened with one of my friend. The difference was she was the one in a male undergarments shop and her crush was buying his underwears.

Now, to defend her, let me explain. Her father owns a highly successful chain of these stores, and she never had to step foot in one. Her dad was adamant about keeping her away from the business. But one fateful day, he called her to the shop, insisting her to deliver an important file. She reluctantly agreed, only to walk in and find her crush there. The look she gave was epic. ( Bhaiya ne act kiya tha yeh look unka)

At that day she cried so much in embarrassment. As her crush looked at her weirdly at first but then he got to know that this was her father's shop. And They were in same university.

PS: And They are now dating for 3 years and are very happy and cute. And Bhaiya is even going to propose my friend. Let's hope she says yes and get married. 🙏🙏🙏

Bas unko nazar na lage..

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