Chapter 2: Barbershop
Sharda walks behind Rohan as he leads her to a private room in the salon. It has a soothing white light. a single chair in front of a wall sized mirror. a moving short table with tools.
Sharda climbs into a tall worn salon chair with headrest and a few levers, while still being connected with Vijay over bluetooth.
Rohan, the stylist threw the cape over her body. Just after he did, Rohan's hands to under the cape near the collar bone and he removes the top 2 buttons of the tight white shirt of Sharda.
Sharda is moved a bit with the sudden unexpected action. she squirms. Rohan widens her shirt collars on her neck as the black satin bra straps on her shoulders is exposed.
Sharda is getting slightly uncomfortable now as she is shy, and her call with Vijay is still ongoing.
Rohan is a suave, good looking man who is used to such reactions from women. He starts making a bun shape of Sharda's long black hair.
Vijay can hear Rohan's statement, "Your hair is gorgeous! I would hate to cut it off!" as he can also imagine Rohan's hands wildly playing with Sharda's hair.
Rohan removes the headrest from the chair so he can work on Sharda's hair.
He continues to listen to the background noises while picturing the scene in his mind. The clinking of the scissors against the comb and the snipping sound of hair falling off her scalp.
As the playful game of 20 questions turned gradually into a sensuous session of telephone sex.
Sharda's mind, usually calm and composed, is in a state of excitement. She enjoys this game with Vijay, but today she had a secret mission.
Vijay hears water being sprayed on her hair. Sprizzzzz, Sprizzzzz, Sprizzzzzz..
The spraying sound of water intensifies as Rohan prepares to cut Sharda's hair. She can feel the cool mist on her neck, sending chills down her spine. She can't help but imagine Vijay's hands doing the same thing to her.
He combs her hair out.. "So how do you want me to cut it". Vijay also hears this question.
He imagines the invitation in Rohan's voice and the invitation in Sharda's silence. He feels a surge of warmth and excitement in his chest. Vijay whispers. ask him shoulder length.
"Bhaiyya, please cut it till here." Vijay imagines Sharda took out her hand from under the cape to show him.
"Wow, are you sure ji". Shoulder short?
That's a bold move, Sharda, Vijay thinks to himself. He smiles as he imagines her with a shorter haircut. It's an unexpected change for her, but he knows it'll look beautiful on her since it's her natural hair color.
He can almost see her face with a shorter hairstyle, revealing her long, delicate neck and collarbones. Vay can imagine the stares she'll get as she walks down the street, head held high, with a radiant smile on her face.
"Haan bhaiyya. Wanted to go short for some time".
Sharda said, tightening the cape around her neck, her voice a little uneven.
Rohan lifted her hair carefully and brought the scissors up to meet the dark tresses. Vijay could hear the sharp metallic sound of the scissors snipping through Sharda's hair. His heart raced with excitement, and he couldn't help but imagine how she would look with her new hairstyle.
I love it. Good gurl" Vijay said, his voice low and husky. He closed his eyes, picturing Sharda in the barbershop, her long hair cascading down her back, and Rohan, the stylist, cutting it off slowly, inch by inch.
Sharda's heart fluttered as she heard Vijay's words. She had never done anything like this before, but she wanted to make this special for Vijay, who was miles away in the UK. She shifted in her seat, feeling the cold metal of the scissors against her neck.
"Are you imagining me giving you the haircut?" Vijay asked restartign the 20 questions round.
"Hmmmmm", she whispered.
Sharda's soft, shy voice rippled through the phone, causing Vijay to clutch the receiver tighter.
"Oh, Sharda, you're killing me", he murmured, unable to hold back his excitement any longer.
Sharda felt a surge of power and confidence in her voice. She had never been this bold with Vijay before, but the combination of the salon's masculine energy and Rohan's skilled hands was proving to be a heady mix.
The scissors continued to snip. hair sliding across. Rohan was working on her nape.
"Where are your hands", Vijay asked. No reply. "Are they over your lap?"
he asked, his voice low and sensual. He could almost hear her blush through the phone.
"Maybe," she replied coyly, her voice barely above a whisper. The sound of Rohan's scissors snipping and the chatter of the men in the background faded into the background as Vijay's mind focused solely on Sharda.
He could imagine her sitting in that barbershop chair, her long black hair fanned out over the cape, her dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
"Are they close to where your two thighs meet?", Vijay continued.
Sharda's breath hitched, and she couldn't help but picture Vijay's hands in her mind, skimming along her inner thighs, igniting a fire deep inside her.
Rohan, the hair stylist, didn't seem to notice Sharda's sudden change in mood as he focused on finishing her haircut. He skillfully shaped and trimmed her hair, leaving her with a sleek, shoulder-length bob.
"Imagine that your right hand is mine. Will it do what I instruct my hand to do?"
Sharda whispered breathily, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sharda replied. "hmmmmmmm", as she relished the sensation of Rohan's fingers tracing her jawline and caressing her neck as he snipped her hair. The intimacy of the moment and the thrill of breaking societal norms sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel herself growing wet as she imagined Vijay's hands on her, guiding her, possessing her.
As Rohan continued to chop her hair around shoulder length, slowly walking around her, she could hardly contain her excitement.
"Slide your right hand into legging"Vijay murmured, as he listened, transfixed.
Sharda's breath hitched as she followed Vijay's instructions over the phone. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as Rohan continued to run his fingers through her hair.
"Oh, Sharda, you're driving me crazy," Vijay breathed, lost in the sensuality of the moment.
"is your pany wet" Vijay asks
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Sharda revels in the thrill of the moment, this unexpected surprise she has planned for Vijay. The transformation of her hairstyle, from long and flowing to a chic, stylish bob, is just the beginning of the surprises she has in store for him.
As she feels the weight of her locks falling to the salon floor, Sharda imagines the tantalizing weight of seduction she will unleash in Vijay's mind.
As Rohan finishes cutting her hair, Sharda takes a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror. Her long locks are gone, replaced by a sassy, modern bob that perfectly frames her face and brings out her eyes. She feels empowered and confident, knowing that she is about to unveil this new version of herself to the man she loves.
Sharda takes a deep breath, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she thinks about the reaction Vijay will have when he sees her.
The barbershop is filled with the sound of masculine banter and the smell of hair products, creating an atmosphere that is both comfortable and exhilarating. Sharda can feel the energy around her, making her feel more alive than ever before. She knows that she is taking a risk by cutting her hair short, but she also knows that it is a risk worth taking.
After all, life is all about pushing boundaries and discovering new experiences. And what better way to do that than through the power of self-transformation?
As Rohan combs through her newly chopped hair, Sharda can feel the weight of the past lifting off her shoulders. She is no longer the shy, obedient woman who hides behind her long black hair. She is now a confident, adventurous woman who is ready to take on the world.
But even as she embraces her new identity, Sharda cannot forget about Vijay.
She longs to share this transformative experience with him, to show him just how much she has changed. She knows that he has a hair fetish, and she hopes that her new haircut will ignite a spark of passion in him. She wants to surprise him, to turn him on, to drive him wild with desire.
As she steps out of the salon and into the bustling streets of Pune, Sharda can already feel the excitement building. She takes a deep breath and smiles, feeling the soft breeze caress her newly shorn hair.
The sun is setting behind the buildings, casting a golden glow over the city. She can hear the distant sound of cars honking, people laughing, and music playing. It's a symphony of sounds that mingles with the anticipation building up inside her.
She closes her eyes and takes a moment to soak in the atmosphere. She is a woman on the brink of a new beginning, and she feels alive and empowered. She can feel her skin tingling with excitement, her heart pounding in her chest, and her mind racing with thoughts of what's to come.
She knows that Vijay will be surprised, intrigued, and turned on by her new look. She can't wait to see the expression on his face when they meet again, to feel his arms around her, and to lose herself in his organic scent that she always craves for.
This novel begins in the sweltering heat of Pune, a city in India that's steeped in tradition and culture.
The setting is a male barbershop, a place that's usually associated with masculinity, strength, and power. It's a tiny cramped space that's illuminated by one dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air is thick with smoke curling upwards from cigarettes nearby, and the buzz of masculine energy is palpable.
Our protagonist, Sharda, is a woman who's trying to break free from the constraints of her traditional upbringing. She's a software engineer who's always been seen as shy and obedient.
But today, she's decided to take a leap of faith and do something that's completely out of character for her. She's chosen to cut her long black hair into a stylish bob, just to surprise her long-distance lover, Vijay, who has a penchant for women with short hair.
As she enters the barbershop, she's greeted by the warm smiles and friendly banter of the three men who are waiting for their turn to get their hair cut. They make her feel welcome and at ease, even though she's the only woman in the room.