The Hot Flower (Mali’s Physical Transformation)

9 "Kumar's Departure and Raj's Freedom"

The next morning, Kumar was packing his suitcase in great excitement. "Mali, I have to go abroad for a few days on urgent business. I will call you."

Mali was looking at him from the living room with a strange feeling. "Where is Kumar in such a hurry?"

Kumar walked towards her and kissed her forehead. "A special meeting in Dubai, Mali. I will be back soon. But Raj will be there to take care of Mali while I am away... Take good care of Raj." He whispered in Mali's ear with a strange meaning.

The morning after Kumar left was strangely quiet. When Mali came into the living room, Raj had already started working in the yard. Raj, who usually approached Mali with a respectful greeting of "Ma'am" upon seeing her, did not even look at her today. He was naked from the waist down, his strong copper-colored back bent over so that Mali could see him, and was clearing away some old logs in the garden.

Mali was watching him from the kitchen. Although she was deliberately wearing her newest sexy short dress, the fact that Raj was not paying any attention to her made her feel strangely curious and slightly irritated.

"Raj... sweep this side a little," Mali said through the window in a slightly rough voice.

Raj slowly raised his head and looked at Mali. There was not the usual fear in his eyes, but a triumphant and proud look. Without saying anything, he walked slowly and began sweeping the yard near the kitchen. He worked very close to Mali, but he tried to ignore her, not looking directly at her.

"Can't Raj see me now?" Mali muttered to herself.

At noon, Raj came into the house to get a glass of water. Mali was standing at the table, when Raj deliberately moved his shoulder so that it barely brushed Mali's breasts as he passed her. He didn't even say "excuse me." He put the glass of water on the table, looked Mali in the eyes very rudely for a few seconds, and went back to the garden without saying anything.

Raj's "ignorant" nature made Mali even more mad. She wanted to see Raj following her, but now it was the other way around. Raj was using his masculinity and pride as a weapon to intensify Mali's desire for him.

That evening, while Mali was sitting in the living room, Raj stopped in the middle of the living room before finishing his work and going to his room. "Ma'am... I'm done. I need to take a shower now," he said in a commanding tone.

"Hmm... go Raj," Mali said awkwardly.

Raj didn't smile. He glanced indifferently at Mali's exposed legs and walked towards his room. In this house without Kumar, Raj was no longer just a servant, but a secret master who controlled Mali's mind.