For an 18-year-old, I was an introvert and it took a while before I warmed up to people. This shyness was usually perceived as inherent goodness which made me quite popular with mothers of my friends. Amrita Gupta was her name, the mother of my friend Dev Gupta on whom I had a crush. I would suddenly go silent whenever she walked into the room, my cheeks turning red. I stole glances at her and would love it when she perceived my inherent shyness as cute.
Now let me describe her, fair as milk a buxom beauty. Inherently chic always dressed to match the occasion, this was something I expected of her since she worked in the apparel industry. Pink lips that went perfectly with the backdrop of her fair face. Though she had slightly bigger breasts she was not fat, the right word I feel to describe her would be petite. I would say her measurements were 34-26-32. Hair flowing down to her hips, she had the glow of an angel. She had a presence that always seemed to entice me thus drawing me to her and an aroma so intoxicating that any man would go weak on his knees.
Dev was my age but had been enrolled in school late, and hence was a grade behind me. I would always be on the lookout for a reason to hang at his house to ogle at his mother. I always admired her beauty from afar, but all this changed when Dev's dad was transferred. I started hanging out at his house more and thus the relationship between me and auntie evolved into something that was more cordial. We became friends, having conversations about everything under the sun. As time progressed auntie had become a bit chubby, but with uncle's transfer she had all this extra time on her hands and so she decided to hit the gym. With time results were starting to show. The plump stomach and sagging breasts now gave way to a perfectly toned stomach and breasts that would put an 18-year-old to shame.
I too became a regular at the gym since that meant additional time spent in auntie's presence. I saw how men stared at auntie yearningly especially the trainers who were always on the lookout to cope a feel under the guise of correcting her form or simply giving advice. I knew this expression well since it was the same one that was well implanted in my eye, I was just better at hiding it. I knew if I had to best these assholes, I needed to know more than them and thus began my quest to gain more knowledge by reading about fitness, studying the effects of various diets and everything that could accentuate the human body.
Amrita auntie was what you call a beauty with brains and steered clear of these men. It also helped that I'd become adept at the gym myself. We both would work out together and I could feel the envious glance of all the men in the gym. Our newfound camaraderie afforded me further sanctions and now while hanging out at Dev's house I'd casually place my hand on auntie's shoulder, and she wouldn't bat an eye. We would work out in the morning and then meet again in the evening when I was hanging out with Dev at the house. We would all watch TV together or sometimes stand in the kitchen conversing while Dev was immersing himself in video games.
