Battle of wits with landlord & his sexy tenants – Indian Landlord vs The Tenant Girl
To find an apartment for rent for two single ladies is now officially categorized as herculean task. I had lost count of a number of houses that I and my friend, Neha had visited over the past 6 days.
The mobile numbers of brokers filled up my contact list every time we explained the house owner that it is not a family, but only two 22 year old unmarried ladies, who are going to move in. He would slowly call the broker to one side of the room and start whispering.
We immediately knew that even this house is gone for a toss. Spinsters are considered as evil witches who cast spells on men and bring them home and do nasty godforsaken things with them. That’s the rumour that these species called house owners heard as their bedtime stories when they were kids.
We tried to politely explain to him that we have got a job here and we work for a well-known MNC as software developers. We further explained that will pay rent on time and cause no havoc in whatever little time we get to spend at home after the company sucks out our life each day. But it fell on deaf ears.
We were given 7 days of free accommodation in the company sponsored hotel and we were running out of time. Staying in PG for women seemed to be our only hope. We did not like it one bit. Madiha”! Neha called out loud. She was furiously searching for houses for rent in Sulekha.
She wanted me to check out this place which was around 6 kms from our office; it had 2 BHK, one open terrace and also 2 bathrooms. The rent quoted was also reasonable. I immediately dialled the number just to get the broker on the other end.
He told us that the place was already nearly booked by someone else but on hearing a female voice, he told us to meet him at a set location and check out the house never-the-less. Me and Neha got dressed and took an auto to the location.
The broker was scary looking man who stood over 6 feet tall and weighed close to 110 kilos. He was riding an old Yamaha bike and his bottom engulfed the entire seat. We slowly walked behind him as he took us through a lane.
We walked and walked until we reached a dead-end. Neha and I exchanged glances.
“The last house, Madam”, said the ogre. An independent house with 2 floors with withering paint stared at us
“2 BHK ma’am, no pollution, no traffic sound, the owner very good.
The ogre continued in his broken English. He rang the calling bell, and a fat plump lady wearing a saree which displayed her 3 tires around her belly opened the door. Princess Fiona and broker ogre, where is the donkey?
The fat lady had a serious conversation with the broker ogre in their colloquial language. I felt the ground below me shake as her voice boomed over the word rent. Neha was cool. She had already started walking around here and there as if she knew this house was ours for the taking.
“No Boyfriends here,” the fat lady’s voice pierced in my head.
I was so scared that I nodded by default. The fact that she said boyfriends instead of just boyfriend gave me a feeling that she thought I was a slut, or will become one soon.
Tell your friend also. I again nodded. She went inside and came back with a key and gave it to the broker ogre come, upstairs room. Full ventilation marble flooring Neha looked excited. She liked isolated houses. I like flats with lots of people around me.
I felt secure then and the front room was not that big one bedroom was bigger than the other.
“The kitchen opened to a terrace where there was so much place clothes hanging you and the owner’s family,” said the ogre share.
Oh! I understood that he wanted to tell me that this terrace will also be used by the owner’s family to dry clothes. Neha was flying around the house like a butterfly. She seemed to like this place.
The problem began the broker ogre, house booked by another man pay extra 1000 Rs and house yours. Yes, said Neha immediately. I looked at her. She had a pleading look on her face and I did not want to say NO. 10 months advance and if you leave within a year, 2 months’ rent will be deducted and one month rent is my fees.
This the broker spoke in perfect English. I agreed as this is the process followed by every single house owner in this city. “You can shift after you pay advance. Today also ok “, the ogre grinned. Stupid ogre!
“Who stays downstairs?”
I asked him good family. Wife you saw before, husband gone to work, one kid gone to school. Fiona looked scary, wondering how Shrek will be. I smiled. We wanted to move in tomorrow, we paid the advance, paid the broker.
We did not have much luggage. We had to buy everything from scratch. We moved in. Fiona smiled for the first time as I handed over the cheque to her. She must have really felt like a princess then. We never met her husband till date.
It seems like he did not have veto powers in that house to decide the tenants. All was done by Fiona. Neha liked the terrace the best. She was a hardcore Yoga enthusiast and always woke up by 6 to do her acrobatics. She had a well maintained body and a flat stomach.
Though not flat I had little flesh where is mattered and was too lazy to do Yoga or exercise of any sort. The husband or the official house owner it seems was out of station for some days. The kid was nice, he was around 10 and resembled baby shrek.
One morning while we were going to work, we climbed down the stairs to the gate, I saw a man topless scratching the hair on his chest looking at the motor. He seemed to be shocked to see us first. He then smiled at us. There was an evil grin to it.
Neha smiled back.
“New tenants” he asked.
“Yes” Neha replied.
“Do you like the house?”
“Like it very much” replied Neha.
“Come sometime for coffee in our house when you are free”, said the topless man, still rubbing his chest. He had a dhoti.
He had a sacred thread around his body to show his Brahmin origin. His pot belly prevented him from seeing his toes when he looked down. Shrek family did exist here. We smiled and we ran off to work.
There was a sound of laughter in my head as I tried to clear my mind. Was it just a dream or did I really hear it. I looked at the time it was 6:30 am. I got up and checked the other bedroom for Neha. She was not there.
She must be doing Yoga. I heard another roar of laughter. When did she start laughter therapy sessions like those mad people who believed that laughing with their hands raised without any reason on the roadside can prevent heart attacks?
And they can eat masala chicken soon after they get home as laughter therapy shields them against cholesterol and triglyceride levels in their body.
I looked out of the window and I saw Neha was talking to the house owner. He was topless as usual.
He had a small steel tumbler in his hands. He did not look like he did Suryanamaskar 101 times a day. He had come to see Neha. I could not hear what they were talking about but from what it looked, Shrek was talking about his pot belly and his hands were rubbing his belly.
I did not like his intentions one bit. Neha was in a t shirt and her track pants. I opened the door and told Neha to make tea. The house owner did not like it. He smiled at me. His eyes conveyed the fact that he will first get her and then it will be my turn soon. He was around 45 years old.
Neha reluctantly went inside. She was not of suspicious nature by birth. She liked to talk to everyone, unlike me who suspected everyone. The house owner wanted to say something to me but he thought against it and smiled and climbed down the stairs.
I did not want to scare Neha by telling her about my doubts to her. Neha told me that he does his morning prayers in the terrace and he was very funny. I nodded and refrained from asking anymore to end that conversation. While walking down the stairs, Princess Fiona turned up.
She said she was leaving to her hometown for 2 weeks as it was summer vacation for her son. I was not happy to hear that. Uncle will be here. Our duplicate keys will be with him. I was sad on hearing this. 2 weeks of freedom for Shrek. Wondering what plans he had in his head. I was sure it involved us for sure.
Next day morning, I woke up and upon not finding Neha, I peeped out of the window and I saw topless Uncle Shrek and Neha on the terrace. It seems he had made tea for her as the cup she was holding was of alien origin. The topic for today was also pot belly as he still had his other hand ran over his belly.
I did not barge in this time. I wanted to see to extend he will go. Since it was the last house of the lane no one could see them on the terrace. I watched him as he outlined the shape of his belly with his hand. Innocent Neha was listening to all his fake problems intently and staring at his belly. God, this girl is so dumb.
I wanted to slap her and of course him. I was about to go there when Neha stretched her hand and touched his pot belly. He would have asked her to feel it. She was actually reluctant but he said something and she laughed. Her other hand was also on his belly.
She was pressing it. I had no clue what uncle Shrek was telling her. But it seemed to work for him. A young girl had her hands around his stomach. Ah! She must be telling him about different yoga styles that he could do to reduce belly fat. The old fart couldn’t care less, all that he should do is hog less.
Before he could do anything more, I made a sound of door opening which caught him off guard. I walked in. Neha was laughing and telling me to look at his pot belly. I did not smile. He wants to do yoga to reduce the fat. I stared at him. He felt uncomfortable and asked me if I needed tea.
I said No. He took the glass from Neha and immediately rushed off. After he left, Neha imitated Uncle’s looks by keeping a pillow inside her t-shirt. I told her if she was not careful, she won’t need a pillow to imitate him. She did not even understand the point.
This was becoming a routine now. The next day I woke up to see topless Shrek in underwear this time, the one which has some more length. He was a Brinjal with hands and legs but with a cunning head. Neha was lying on the floor and demonstrating some asana. He was eyeing Neha from head to toe.
I opened the window slightly to hear what they were talking about. She got up and told Uncle Shrek to do the same. His master plan required him to do some hard work. He had calculated this effort as he lay flat. I could see them clearly. He had purposely tied the naada loosely.
His butt-crack was visible. I felt that his underwear will slide down completely. After trying in vain to lift any of his body parts, he gave up. Neha was laughing. She was always in a jolly mood. He got up after Neha helped him to stand.
He complained of pains everywhere. He pointed to a place on his back. Neha immediately pressed that part to see if there was pain. He let out a ooucch. What a Jerk! Oscar winning performance and he was also rubbing his belly and Neha was then massaging his belly because he felt intense pain there.
He sat on a stool nearby. Neha was standing near him. He asked her if he went home and repeated this exercise which parts of his body would reduce fat. Neha said that this was majorly to reduce belly. He face was on the same height as Neha’s belly now. She was wearing a shirt.
I want to get a belly like yours” said the fart face. I knew what he was getting at. Neha was not getting it at all. She blushed actually. I think it must be flat and smooth” uncle continued. Neha blushed uncontrollably. He again ran his hand around his belly and then looked at Neha’s belly.
It can’t be this big said Uncle Shrek. Neha laughed. No ways it can be that big. Saying this she slowly lifted her t shirt revealing her perfectly flat navel out in the open for Uncle to see. His eyes lit like 100 Watt bulb on seeing the bare skin of a 22 year old girl.
Her belly button was hidden as her track pants covered it. She lifted it a bit and let Uncle get a good look at her belly. He immediately told her that she has a very beautiful stomach that he has ever seen which made Neha beam with pride. Look at my belly button continued Uncle Shrek. It has gone under my belly now.
Neha looked down at her stomach. She saw that her belly button was invisible. Can I also see your belly button”? asked Uncle innocently.
“Yes”, replied Neha. But Neha had held up her t shirt with both hands. “Can I?” asked Uncle.
Ok nodded Neha. He slowly brought his hands towards. This was the luckiest day of that Bastard’s life. He held her pants and slowly pulled it down bringing into view the most beautiful belly button that he will ever get to see in his lifetime.
He pulled her pants dangerously down just above her panties. He now stared at her navel. He was at a loss of words. He kept staring at her navel. Stupid dumbass Neha was beaming with pride.
“This is the most beautiful navel I have ever seen,” were the words that Uncle could manage to say.
That devil, he was taking advantage of her and I was not doing anything to stop him. I had to do something before he rapes her there. I pushed a steel vessel and it made a loud noise. Neha immediately pulled down her t shirt and ran towards the sound.
Uncle shrek would have been disappointed. He immediately ran down. He would go and shag his dick out. I knew immediately that he was not going to stop till he pins Neha and also me. I was scared to leave Neha alone even for a minute when he was there that day.
The next morning, I woke up early around 5 am. I saw Neha had not woken up as it was Saturday. I looked out of the window and saw Uncle lingering around here and there. I saw Uncle fiddling with his cell. He was calling Neha. I heard the ring as Neha picked up.
She half-heartedly woke up and went to the terrace. She did not even brush. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a loose shirt. She was in no mood for any yoga. Still Uncle did not give up hope. He told her to just stand there and instruct him.
The wind was blowing in full strength and poor Neha had a hard time holding on to her skirt from getting lifted. The shirt that she was wearing was uncontrollable. It was not tucked to her skirt and it was flying around clearly showing bit of her navel here and there much to Uncle’s delight.
Neha was again focusing on the yoga asanas, whereas Uncle deliberately did things wrong so as to make Neha correct him by touching him. Neha made him lie flat on the mat on his belly. It was a difficult thing for him. She wanted him to lift his head up and also simultaneously lift one leg up.
The doti was not letting him lift his leg. Neha was getting annoyed with it. Uncle can you remove that dhoti and keep it in the side, it might help you better” suggested Neha. This was exactly what he wanted to hear in a flash he removed his dhoti. Neha was shocked, so was I.
He was wearing very small underwear barely covering his ass. Large parts of his ass were on display to Neha. It was too late and would hurt him if she asked him to put it back on, so Neha did not say anything. That was a green light for him.
He was next to naked on the terrace. Neha tried to ignore the ass staring at her face and made him lift his leg. He was an LPG cylinder to lift. Uncle tilted and lay on his back now. This was a surprise as Neha could make out a huge bulge in front of his underwear tracing his animal inside.
“Can you demonstrate it to me once please?”
Neha was shocked to see Uncle like this. She had never thought the session would turn out to be like this. She asked him to shift. He stood up. Neha then lay on the mat on her front. He knew which position to stand to get a good view.
Neha then told uncle that he should raise his neck and count till 5 and then slowly lift his left leg up and count till 5. She then slowly lifted her left leg. Her skirt was dancing in the wind and as soon as she lifted her leg. It rose up. Neha immediately tried to pull it down.
Uncle told her not to worry about the wind. Uncle was standing right behind her so that he could get a clear view of her panty when she lifted her leg.
“Can I help u lift your leg” asked the uncle. Neha refused.
“No problem, I can do it” saying this uncle held her left leg and pulled it up.
Her skirt was up all the way revealing her yellow panty. I could see the bulge of his underwear expanding from where I was standing. He slowly helped her leg back and then he held her right leg and lifted it. The skirt was of a thin material and it raised up all the way displaying Neha’s ass to him clearly.
Neha then turned around. She knew that damage was done, he had seen her panties. She looked at his underwear; it resembled the creature that we had seen in the movie tremors. Neha was mesmerized and she somehow couldn’t take her eyes off his underwear.
He knew where she was looking at. I was spellbound. “Now I wanted to see to what extend Neha could control herself your stomach,” said Uncle Shrek, he was now staring at her stomach. Neha came back to her senses. “What?” she asked.
“After doing so many workouts, does it become hard or is it still soft.” Neha again blushed, she did not want to comment on herself. “Its ok-ok, “she replied.
“What does that mean?” cunning Shrek asked her.
“Well! Not hard at all!”
“Oh common! it must be like a rock now,” teased Uncle Shrek.
“No No, it’s not.” Neha was lying on the mat now on her back. Uncle was sitting in his world class near naked underwear. Oh common, I should at least get to know what it feels after I do so many asanas. Neha was laughing at this.
“One time please” begged Uncle beggar .
“ok”! replied Neha. Uncle was on cloud number 999.
“Breathe normally now. Let me feel it.”
Neha closed her eyes and started breathing slowly. Uncle touched her stomach over her shirt. “It’s very hard” uncle said.
“That’s because you are feeling my shirt. Lift it and then you will know.”
Uncle was getting what he wanted. He carefully lifted her shirt. But to his dismay, he could only see the skirt as it was tied high up. He pressed his hands on her stomach on top of her skirt and said hard it is.
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