Old Landlady and Young Girl

(All characters are above 18)

This story is from the period after the independence of India.

India after Gandhi and Nehru era.

Anyone in India may have been a king, but the villages of India were run by the head man of the village.

After independence, the government of India abolished the Zamindari system.

But it was only on paper.

Actually the real king of the village was jammendar.

Whose power used to run in the village.

Foreign readers can compare the zamindar to the feudal system of European countries.

The village then was free from the influence of the Internet and the media.

People were concerned about eating and earning.

Movies were seen on video.

The means of entertainment were nautanki and fair.

The village of our story is also free from the noise of the city.

There is a small hill village with no physical displays of the outside world.

There are no modern means of communication.

People are busy with their daily routine.

They are straight hearted people.

The mistress of this village is an old lady. Age 55 years.

She is land lady

She lives with the servants in her huge grand house.

The bigger her house is, the bigger her field, the bigger the farms.

The kings have failed!

I will tell its other features in the next section.

Because suspense is also necessary.

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Disha was in a relaxed posture on the bed.

Her heart was getting happy seeing the luxurious decoration of the room.

Maybe she must have felt that now she is the owner of this luxurious room...

(Let's think about what happens to us!)

The décor of the room was attractive.

The richness of the old landlady could be gauged from the luxurious decoration of the room.

The thought was coming in Disha's mind that the proposal she had put in front of the old lady today, was it right?

How will this affect her life?

To curb the sexual desires of this wicked, sensual old land lady, how much benefit would she has offered in the future with no sex?

Till now Disha could not know the real character of old landlady and could not even understand.

Now slowly, sleep took that beautiful girl in its lap, only then came the sound of the opening of the door of the room.

Disha wakes up.

Sleep is gone.

A middle-aged woman entered the room

Disha got up and sat down.

Behind the woman was the entry of some other women.

The first one who entered was a fat lady.

Her dress was also a bit decent.

It seemed that the woman held some special significance in this mansion.The women following her were young, but silent.

DISHA understood that they were maids and had come with that woman for some work.

DISHA got up and sat down.

When the fat woman saw DISHA getting up, she signaled to the women standing next to come out.

The women went out silently.

The fat lady looked at DISHA and said-

"You woke up. It's good!"

DISHA thought- Fat lady, thick voice.

DISHA smiled to herself.

The fat woman said again

"You got some rest, that's good too."

Our own heroine Disha couldn't stop now.

Speak --

"Why

Is there anything special?"

"Yes, Princess! It's a special thing. That's why I am committing the crime of disturbing your comfort."

'Say!'

DISHA said rightly.

''Rajkumari ji! Land lady has ordered you to get ready and make up beautifully and entrusted this responsibility to me!"

"Why? It's not been a day since I came."

Disha said in surprise.

"Queen's orders! Princess. We are only there to obey. And you too."

Said the fat woman.

Disha said --

"I'm a simple girl. Don't call me a queen."

"You are not the queen's relative nor guest. You are of the age of the queen's daughter but the queen does not consider you a daughter."

So now you are in the status of a princess for us."

Then the fat lady ordered --

"Make the princess beautiful.

So that the beholders may behold her form.

When the landlady sees her guest

So say that you have seen an Apsara today."

"I am looking good." Disha said, protested.

'You don't have the right to decide. The Queen will decide this. They have asked you to do your makeup and we will have to do that."

The fat woman spoke in a loud voice.

"Well then! But I have a right in this room."

"You send your designer. I'm ready but you go. I'm bored."

The fat lady, after plunging in the loud voice of Disha, the fat lady left.

Disha was alone in that room.

There was a knock on the door. It was a young girl, from the village itself.

To make up

Disha gave permission. But asked who is this fat lady?

The young girl said that she was the most important of 👑 and of the highest status in the palace.

Doing the make up of Young girl Disha Pannati,

this young girl had advised her to speak less than a fat woman.

According to her -- I must and have to live by making it.

Disha was thinking the same while sitting in her room silently.

Then again the fat woman enters the room.

This time there was another woman behind her too but she was also of middle age.

She was new to direction

In her hand was a large plate on which a golden cloth was like a curtain.

What was in the plate?, Disha thought.

"Princess!"

Fat woman's fat voice again.

"Our landlady orders that you change your clothes and put on new clothes. Then if there is any defect in your makeup, the maids will come and correct it."

Till now Disha was wearing the same pink sari which had come ready in the morning.

The makeup was also done on the sari itself.

Now the old landlady was ordered to change clothes.

Was right too.

After all, how could the old landlady, possessing such a huge wealth, see her beloved in that cheap sari?

Dear? What?

Disha thought.

:: What am I now? If not a mistress? Let's see, what role has the old lady thought::

Her thought was broken by the voice of the fat woman.

"Princess"

"Yes"

Disha said.

"Keep it up. I'll change clothes."

The fat lady signaled to the assistant who came with her to leave.

Keeping the plate, maid went away.

Disha removed the golden curtain from the plate.

Saw --

It had a red colored lehenga and backlesh blouse type choli.

She picked her up.

At the bottom was another bag type of golden color.

Disha opened it.

There was a golden gift type paper in it.

When Disha opened it too, she found that --

There was a green ***PANTY** 👙

It also had some embroidery on it.

"What is this",•Disha picked up the paper and took out the ••PANTY ••.

It was a green PANTY and had a beautiful design on it. The cloth was very soft.

Most importantly, something was written on the panty with the picture.

Disha looked at cloth carefully.

It was artistically inscribed on the panty -- MERI JAAN

As soon as she took that beautiful 👙 in her hand, Disha started feeling excitement in her sex organs.