Shweta was 21, a young beautiful Indian girl living in the crowded outskirts of New Delhi, India. She belongs from a middle class family and used to live in a modest 2BHK flat in East Delhi, with her parents and her 14 year old young brother Bittu.
Shweta is doing her bachelors from Delhi University in Arts, she's quite a shy, innocent looking submissive girl in her class. Boys in her class would taunt her and would push her in inappropriate places but she wouldn't resists them as she was too shy to confront them.
Shweta is 5'6 tall, mildly skinny, dusky brown complexion with long black hairs, upto her waist. She has big eyes, thin eye brows and beautiful plum pink lips. She's got a handful of 32C cups and a big wide hips with natural thigh gap. She used to do her hair in a long braided fashion
She's very hardworking girl, doing all her home chores all by herself, she used to mop the floor all by her own with a piece of cloth, and in squatting posture. Which made her ass turn bigger and more firm and her thighs got wider and stronger.
Shweta needs a new salwar kameez for her upcoming family function and she borrows some money from her mother and went off for gafar market, old delhi.
She was wearing a yellow women's kurta and a pair of white leggings. Her fabric was thin enough to make her underarms and bra-cups visible. On her back her bra straps were quite visible as well, also she's got some sweat patches along her armpits and her back.
She boarded an auto on the way, as she sits on the back all alone driving through the empty streets as it was quite hot that afternoon and everyone was resting in shades. The auto driver was trying to have a peek of her chest from his rear mirror and seldom steal some glances of her visible bra straps along her shoulders.
Shweta :- "Bhaiya bas yaha utar dena" (Please Stop it here!)
She tells the auto driver to stop here, as she gave her the money. The auto driver used this moment to touch her hands, as he gave her grin looks. Shweta frown a bit before walking off from the place towards the tailor shop.
She knows the owner of the shop from her childhood but today he's was absent instead it was his nephew attending the shop for him. His name was Alam, a muslim tailor.
Alam :- "Haanji boliye kya banwana hai?" (How may I help you?)
Shewta :- In her submissive tone "Salwar Kameez, green kapde se" (I want to make a new dress)
Alam :- checking her out "size kya hai?" (Measurements?)
Shweta :- Nervous as she looks at the ground trying to remember her measurements
Alam :- "Koi nhi, ander ayiye, abhi naap leleta hun" (No worries, come inside. I'll take new measurements)
Shweta takes off her sandels and step inside the shop. Alam takes her inside a room with curtains to cover from the reception area. Alam finds a measuring tape and hangs it along her shoulders and ask Shweta to stand on raised platform.
Alam :- "Haath upar kariye" (Hands up in the air)
Alam walks behind her, as she raises her hands. Alam smiled at her visible bra-clip and bra straps as he takes the measurement of her hands out wide. He looks at her sweat patches under her arms, as it turns him on looking at her smooth underarms over her yellow kurta fabric
Shweta here was shaking nervously as she was inside a closed dark lit room with an unknown guy above her age and also physically quite well built. She was finding it hard to stand still as she trembles.
Alam raised his voice and scolded Shweta for moving too fast, and ordered her to stand still. He then took his tape and put one end on her neck and along her spine and the other end below her waist bone, touching her butt cracks through the leggings. Alam could feel the fabric inside her leggings as she's wearing an underwear along her butt lines.