Kiran and Priya Ch. 01

Kiran was the principal scientist in ISRO. At 25, he was the youngest person ever to achieve this position. With an IQ of 180+ and a voracious appetite to learn - learn, not read - anything that he could lay his hands on, there was no other career path for him. Born to a modest middle class family, he had shown prodigious intelligence from a young age. Even after his father passed away in an accident, his mother ensured he completed his education by taking multiple loans on top of his education loan and working 3 jobs to support him and his sister. Once he graduated with honours, he landed a job at ISRO and rose through the ranks and became the youngest principal scientist ever. He cleared out all his loans and also had enough money to gift a lavish marriage ceremony to his sister. The sight of all the relatives who had mocked them over the years was a cherry on top. After moving to the states with her husband, his sister had conceived. His mom went to the states to help her and he too had to take a transfer to a different city. He rented a large single room apartment on the fourth floor. The main reason he selected this area was because it had powerful wifi connectivity enabling him to video chat daily with mom and sis.

He saw a notice in the apartment ground floor that a woman was going to move in the flat opposite to his. He had seen that flat while he was renting and knew it was a very small one. A woman moving there was of no importance to him. Despite his grand success in the education department, he was still a colossal failure with women. At 25, he had never even kissed a girl before. He was a stuttering, nervous wreck around women and most of his attempts to ask women out ended in laughter. Once he landed a job, however, he grew in confidence and was able to at least talk to women. However, it was very difficult to find dates now, since most women he met were already committed.

When Priya moved two days later, on a Saturday, Kiran just gave a nod to her as she moved her stuff in. He was aware that she was pretty. On second looks, however, he changed his opinion. She was gorgeous. He knew it would be pointless to ask her out. He went out to get some groceries and came back at 1 to see her banging her fist against the door of her house. He walked over to her.

"Hi. Is there any problem?" He asked her.

"Hi. My father sent some money to me. However, my ATM card is not working. I need to get some food but have no money. I paid the last amount I had to the movers."

"Can't you use UPI?"

"No. New job. New bank account. No transaction is working." She held out her hand. "I am Priya, by the way."

"Kiran". He shook her hand. For Priya, this was the first time in her last hundred handshakes with men where he did not hold her hand longer than necessary.

While Kiran turned around, he heard a sound. Priya's stomach was rumbling. He looked at her again.

"I can lend some money, if you want. Or, I am making lunch now. You are welcome to join"

Priya sized him up. A generous invitation. But, with men, nothing was free. However, she looked into his eyes and realised he was sincere. Not to mention, she was a decent boxer and knew she could handle him if he turned into trouble. They went into his house.

Priya started to help cut some vegetables. However, she did such a bad job of it that Kiran had to stop her. She sat there feeling very guilty while Kiran made her lunch.

"I am really sorry, Kiran. You should think I am so bad. Sitting here doing nothing while you are making lunch for me."

"No problems, Priya. If you weren't there, I would have continued alone, anyway. Just relax. Btw, since you are living alone, what was your plan for food?"

"I was going to hire a cook. She will be here in two days. I was going to get by until then by eating out."

After 45 minutes - during which Kiran gave her another snack for her hunger - the lunch was ready. Kiran and Priya talked for some time. Kiran enjoyed the conversation until it took the inevitable bad turn for him.

"So, tell me about your girlfriend." Priya asked nonchalantly.

"I.. er, don't have one" he replied, immediately uncomfortable knowing the next question.

"Breakup?"

"No. I .. er, never had a girlfriend ."

Priya burst our laughing. Kiran, who should have gotten angry, could instead feel only shame. Priya piled on.

"Seriously? You are, what? 25? And no girlfriend. I cannot believe it."

Kiran had no reply to that. Sensing his disappointment, Priya changed the topic and started praising his cooking. However, Kiran could only see it as condescension. He could not wait for her to leave.

Over the next few days, however, Kiran and Priya got very close. In a friendly way. Priya had no intention of seeking any romantic involvement with him and Kiran was too nervous to ask her out even though he wanted to. They settled into their routines and Priya came to have dinner with Kiran at least once a week. Her cook was both pricey and bad and Kiran was a fantastic cook. While she half-heatedly helped out the first few times, she changed very quickly. Kiran could see the changes clearly.

Before, it was "can I come have dinner with you today?". Now, it was, I am coming over for dinner today.

Before, she used to half-heartedly offer to help. Now, she just waltzed in, started watching TV or was on the phone while he cooked for her.

Hoping for something, Kiran offered to teach her cooking. Priya saw through it right away that he was trying to use this as an excuse to maybe ask her out eventually. She did not even respond. When he offered a second time, she gave such a disdainful look that Kiran quailed and did not pursue further.

Very soon, she got a different boyfriend, took him to her apartment for two days straight and then dumped him on the third day. Kiran just continued his same routine. Then, one day, things started to change.

Kiran was due to give a big presentation to not only some seniors at ISRO, but a bunch of industry experts. Priya had called him earlier that evening.

Once again, she just said she was coming over for dinner today. In addition, she just told him what she wanted. Kiran knew he should have told her she can't order him around but couldn't. He had the ingredients for what she wanted anyway, so he did not see the need to make a fuss. Over dinner, he told her about the presentation.

"How many people will be there?"

"At least, 75."

Kiran saw her eyes narrow. After dinner, Kiran went to do the dishes. Priya usually left at this time without so much as a thanks. Today, however, she sat on the sofa with her legs crossed watching TV while Kiran continued. Once he was done, she stood up.

"Let's look at your wardrobe."

She went straight to his room and Kiran followed her silently. She opened the wardrobe. As expected, she thought. His clothes were horrible. He had no dressing sense. And, those suits? Dude, you earn thrice what I earn and these are your suits?

She took out three of them and handed them to him. Kiran, realising she wanted to help him, asked her.

"You want me to try these on?"

"No, I want you to throw them away. Seriously? What on Earth made you choose these?"

"I thought they were good."

"They are garbage. You need a new suit." She turned around and eyed him up and down. "I think gold-coloured suit with a red shirt would suit you well."

"I have a red shirt somewhere there"

She located it and gave it to him along with matching pants. These clothes were no good. However, she could check how good those colours were on him and then accompany him to shop a good set of clothes for him. She waited for him to change. She had no clue why he was looking at her.

"What are you waiting for?"

"You ... er.. Do you er want to?"

She realised what he was going to say and burst out laughing.

"Ohhh! Poor baby! Are you shy?" She went on ruthlessly. "Does baby want some privacy?"

Kiran, once again feeling embarrassed just stood there.

"Sweetie, just change. Also, let's see your choice of underwear."

Kiran went red. More than standing in front of her in his underwear, it was the way she said underwear that made him turned on. Inevitably, he felt himself growing. Oh! God! No, this cannot be happening.

He debated whether to turn around, but he knew what would happen. "Does baby want me to close my eyes?" Her voice sneered at him in his mind. Nervously, he unzipped, unbuckled and dropped his pants.

He picked up the pants she gave her when she snatched it.

He looked at her and followed her gaze at his crotch. Priya could not believe he was getting this hard just because he was in his underwear. In addition, the obvious bulge was massive. She had seen her fair share of dicks in her life but, this was huge! She never pegged him for a big one. True, she had seen his underwear before and felt he had brought roomy ones. But, this size was unexpected. In addition, she had a suspicion that it was going to grow further.

"Priya, can I have the pants?"

"Hold it right there, Tiger. What do we have here?"

"I, er. Look, I am sorry."

"Is this because you are standing in front me in underwear? Seriously? What would happen if I dropped my pants?"

The mental image made him grow further. He was scared now. He could not explode. However, Priya continued teasing him. "Imagine, if I were to just pull at this thread, my shorts would drop." She held the thread and asked him. "Does baby want me to pull?"

"Priya, please. Hand over the pants."

"I will do that in a minute." Suddenly, her voice was no longer teasing or the baby voice. It was business like. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "First, drop your underwear."

Kiran could not believe his ears. He wondered whether she was joking but her steely eyes told him otherwise.

"Priya, please I cannot do that."

"You can, and you are going to. Drop your undies now."

The way she told now made his hands involuntarily move to the elastic.

He stopped in time and begged her. Priya allowed him to plead for a minute and then started speaking. There was no mercy in her voice.

"Drop them now and that will be the end of it. Or else, I will come forward and remove them for you. Then, I will beat you up, have you tied, drag you out and then lock the door. You can then explain to the super why you are locked out with no clothes on. That is, if one of the neighbours don't come walking and catch you. Then, you can explain them why you are in this state."

Tears started welling up in Kiran. This was never the way he imagined he would be showing himself to her, In his fantasies, she was also naked. Priya watched him silently with a cruel look in her eyes knowing he would cave soon. Sure enough, Kiran added his thumb finger into his underwear. He silently gave her one more pleading look and Priya just continued to stare at him. Kiran pulled his underwear down and stepped out of it. She instructed him to toss it away and he complied.

Priya took a long look at Kiran. This was the biggest penis she had ever seen and it was by a margin. Priya could feel herself getting tingly,. She wanted nothing more than to pull him forward and squeeze this thing. Then, she would take it inside her again. And again. However, when she looked up at him, his tearful face chased all those intentions away. If he wanted her, he had to be a man about it.

She beckoned him closer. He reluctantly walked forward.

"Kneel" she told him. Once again, her voice was business-like. She did not expect any resistance and did not receive any. She caught hold of his T-shirt and started pushing it up. Kiran, knowing what she wanted lifted his hands and she pulled it completely and tossed it aside too. She stood up and surveyed the naked man in front of her. She went around and took a long hard look at his tush. God! How was this idiot single? That large penis and that cute tush was single for life? Probably because of that mouth and the words that came out of it. Well, he would soon be hers. Whether he liked it or not. She finally took some pity and ordered him to get dressed. Kiran could not get his clothes back fast enough.

Once he was clothed, he stood there awkwardly in front of her. He should have been angry at the way she had treated him. But strangely, he only felt horny. And, also, somewhat happy? Why was he happy? Granted, he had stood naked in front of her, but, ideally, he would have preferred it to be the other way around. Priya could see the emotions in his eyes. A five-year-old could read him like a text book.

"Now, put on that shirt and we will see how it fits."

Kiran complied wordlessly. These colours were no good.

"You are hopeless. We have to check at the mall only. Be ready at 6:30 PM tomorrow. We will go in your car."

"Yes, Priya."

"Aren't you gonna thank me?"

"I will thank you after we are done buying."

"Ah! Cheeky." Priya was not lying. She was genuinely pleased that he was showing at least that amount of cheek. "Ok. See you tomorrow." She then did something she never did before and kissed him on the cheek.