Our visit became more frequent and some days we used to just sit under the tree or some days we just visited sunset together like before. Whenever she visited me she would bring some special food from her home. Sometimes she would even buy food from some cafe or restaurant for giving me.

We would share about our daily life, the happenings on the day. We would joke about the things around and share the meals. Sometimes, she would even join me for having the food.

At the same time, occasionally, I would look at her womanly curves, which are accentuated because of her dress. I always tried to avoid her noticing my gaze lingering on her. But at a certain time, she noticed that my eyes were around her breasts or butt's. But she would just ignore it without anything and would continue her conversation as normal. Despite all these, our friendship has grown more and deeper. We both always enjoyed the company of each other.

One day, Anjali arrives with another bag of food, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As I saw her in our usual place, she smiled, seeing me with excitement.

I noticed her excitement and as she came near to me.

I asked her, "Dear, what is that so excitement on your face?"

She replied back "Uncle, today i had some good marks in my exams, and i got a new project."

She told me about the project she's working on at her college. It's an initiative to raise awareness about poverty and homelessness in Mumbai, and she's been gathering stories of the people she's met, including mine.

She asked me, "Uncle, is it okay that I write something about the life stories you told me in our college magazine about poverty and all. Don't worry, your identity will be definitely removed, and what I will share it will be only anonymous and no one recognising you. "

She looked at me for asking for my permission to share it anonymously.

I told her nodding "dear, it is okay, as long you are sure that no one will recognise my life and everything is anonymous."

She promised me that everything would be anonymous and she was handling the project directly. So she will make sure that everything will be fine for me.

I smiled at her and nodded my consent for her to use my life stories, which is required for her project.

Then we started to talk further and she asked a few questions which she needed answer and I replied as the way I could for her.

After hearing all the conversation, she asked me, "Uncle, i wanted to see the place where you are staying."

I was surprised by her request, I calmly said to her, "Dear, the place where I stay is a very old container, and there is nothing special to see."

She told me," That's fine uncle, i need to see, it is important that I see the place so I could write some notes related to my project."

I hesitated for some time and then said, "If you really want to see it, that is fine with me. But it is a little far from here."

"That's okay uncle, you know I have a car so I can visit your place if you tell me the location."

"It is not easy to find, as you may need to walk a little bit. Moreover, you may be a little late to your home. Don't that be a problem to you. I don't want any trouble for you, anjali, " I told her.

She smiled and told me, "Don't worry, uncle, most of the days after I have some extra classes or something to do. So, even if I reach home 1 or 2 hours late, that is fine. But I really wanted to see where you stay."

She looked at me and took my hands with her and continued, "Uncle, it is not just for the project. But I definitely want to see where my friend is staying. Please allow me and take me there, uncle."

Her pleading, her looks, and genuine interest made me accept her wish.

Her hands, which holding my rough, patched hands, felt so soft like a silk. I held off her hands and smiled at her.

I told her "okay anjali, I will take you to the place where I stay tomorrow. We will go from here to there."

She agreed to that with excitement, and we departed to our lives, agreeing to meet here the next day.

The next day, anjali came like she said and took her to the place where I am staying. As we reached the place, I invited her to the inside of the old shipping container.

Anjali nods eagerly, and i lead her through the familiar maze of alleys to my shipping container home. As I push open the makeshift door, the dim light inside reveals a space filled with the essentials of my life: a worn-out mattress, a few pots and pans, and a small collection of treasured possessions.

She gasps softly at the sight, her eyes taking in the stark reality of my living conditions. The space is cleaner than one might expect, but the starkness of my life is unmistakable.

As we entered inside, i could see the surprise look at her face. I smiled and then told her.

"So dear, this is my palace, my world, i told you there is nothing special here."

I gestured for Anjali to sit on the mattress, which serves as both my bed and seating area. She sits down gingerly, her eyes scanning the space around her with a mix of curiosity and sympathy. I notice her gaze lingering on the few old photos and trinkets scattered about, reminders of the life I once had before the city's hardships claimed me. She's careful not to touch anything, respecting the sanctity of my space. The confines of the container seem to shrink as we both sit there, the air thick with unspoken understanding.

She was wearing a more tightened shirt with sleeveless and her skirt was tighter. Her body curves were showing in a more enticing way, and slowly, my eyes drifted to those beautiful curves.

Her tightened shirt and skirt reveal more of her youthful body, and despite my efforts to maintain a respectful demeanour, I can't help but appreciate the sight.

As Anjali cautiously sits on your mattress, the intimate space of the shipping container amplifies the understanding between us. Her attire accentuates her curves, and despite my efforts to maintain a respectful gaze. As Anjali sits down on the mattress, her shirt rides up slightly, giving you a glimpse of her cleavage. I find myself drawn to the glimpse of her cleavage.

She doesn't seem to notice my gaze as she continues to take in the sight of my living conditions, her eyes lingering on the few personal items scattered around. Her posture remains respectful and slightly tense, as if she's unsure how to behave in this unfamiliar environment. The intimacy of the space makes it difficult for me to ignore the allure of her body, but I strive to keep the conversation focused on the friendship and shared experiences that brought me here.

I looked at her despite my sincere effort to avoid looking at her alluring body. The view of her slight cleavage, was too alluring to me. She looked at me and she definitely knew that I am looking at her body which made her breasts to rise further as she intakes my lingering gazes on het body.

My eyes which was lingering on her rising round breasts and as I moved my eyes from her cleavage and breasts to her face. I could see a shyness on her face as she understand I am looking at her cleavage.

I could see a sense of little uneasiness and shyness on her face. Despite that, she didn't said anything nor I felt like she is hating my gaze.

She looked at me shyly and then asked me, "Is everything okay uncle?"

"Yeah dear.. everything is fine." I murmured back to her with shyness as I knew that she noticed my gaze on her cleavage and breasts.

"You are looking to me like seeing me first time." She said to me in a very slow voice.

I clear my throat, gathering the courage to express my admiration for Anjali's beauty.

"You know, Anjali," i begin, "you're a very beautiful young woman."

Anjali's eyes widen, and she looks at me, a blush rising to her cheeks. She seems surprised by your directness but not uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Uncle Ram," she responds, her voice a mix of shyness and pleasure. She looks down at her hands, which are folded in her lap, and then back up at you with a small smile.

"Your kindness means a lot to me, and I enjoy spending time with you." She told me.

The moment feels charged with a newfound intimacy, but it's clear that our friendship remains the foundation of our interaction.

"I also enjoy spending time with you. You are such a nice girl, and I never saw such a beautiful girl in my life."

She smiled shyly and said to me, "I am not that beautiful girl, don't tease me, uncle."

I looked at her eyes and said that "You don't know how much beautiful you are anjali, looking inside the depth of your eyes, make this world go away from the mind."

As I looked inside the depth of her eyes, imagining was mesmerised by the beauty of her. We were silent slowly looking at each other.

Unknowingly, I leaned in closer to Anjali with my hands on her shoulder, unable to resist the allure of her youth and beauty, and whispering compliment about her enchanting eyes.

As I leaned closer to Anjali, her eyes widened slightly in surprise at my sudden proximity. She looks up at you, and the blush on her cheeks deepens. She doesn't pull away but instead holds my gaze for a few moments before looking down again, seemingly unsure of how to react to my compliment.

The air in the small space feels charged with an unspoken tension, as if a line has been drawn and neither of us is quite sure whether it's meant to be crossed or respected.

Her body remains still, and I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she takes shallow breaths. The city outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in the intimate space of my container home.

I openly told her she has a very beautiful body and I never saw such beauty in my life. As I said that, my eyes moved down to her breast. I could see her breast rising faster as she heard the words come out from my mouth.

Anjali's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she hears my words. She looks down at her chest, the fabric of her shirt rising and falling with the quickening of her breath. She seems to realize that I am openly admiring her body, and she crosses her arms self-consciously, creating a barrier between me.

The room feels suddenly much smaller as the tension thickens. Her eyes dart to the door of the shipping container, hinting at a possible desire to leave or maintain the boundary of our friendship.

As i felt her looking outside, I felt guilty myself for gazing her openly like a pervert. I worried that i would lose her friendship because of my lingering gaze. Despite my attraction towards her youthful and alluring, enchanting body. I didn't want to lose her friendship.

I looked down and said, "I am sorry dear, I shouldn't have looked like that. I don't know what came to me. You don't have to worry anything from me. I am not a bad person. It's just that... i never saw such a beautiful girl like you in my eyes or my life. It is just that I enjoy looking at you" I apologised to her with my sincere voice and concern and she don't have to worry me, I just enjoy looking at her body and her womanly curves.

Anjali's eyes widen, and she swallows hard as she feels my gaze on her body. She gathers herself and speaks softly,

"Uncle Ram, I...I appreciate your kind words, but I think we should keep our relationship as friends. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or do anything that would change how we are."

Her voice is filled with a hint of nervousness, and she maintains a respectful distance, her body language indicating she's trying to navigate the situation delicately.

Anjali looks at me with a mix of confusion and little discomfort. She hesitates, then gently removes my hand from her shoulder, placing it back on the mattress. "Uncle Ram, don't worry, i can understand, and I accept your apology."

she further says, her voice a bit shakier than before, "I don't think it's appropriate for you to touch me like that." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I value our friendship, and I don't want it to turn into something else."

I apologise again her for my touch. But i slowly said to her, "Would it be okay if i just look at you from distance? and i really don't want to lose our friendship. "

I requested her to allow me to see her beauty from distant as I haven't seen such beauty in my life

Anjali looks at me with a mix of relief and sadness. She nods slowly and said

"I understand, Uncle Ram. I don't want to lose our friendship either." She takes a step back, visibly relieved by my apology, but the atmosphere in the container remains tense.

She gathers her things, her movements more deliberate and less relaxed than before. "Let's just go back to how we were before, okay?" she says, her voice carrying a hint of hope. She stands up, ready to leave your living space.

I gently asked her if she'd be open to discussing the complexities of our feelings, acknowledging the new tension and seeking a way to navigate it together.

Anjali nods slowly, considering my request to discuss the complexities of my feelings. She takes a moment before speaking, "I...I think we should, Uncle Ram. This is all so unexpected and I'm not sure how to handle it. But I don't want our friendship to end because of this." She sits back down on the edge of the mattress, her body language open but still maintaining a respectful distance. Her eyes search mine for reassurance that I understand the importance of her comfort.

I assured her, "Dear, our friendship will not be affected in anyway. But I wish to just watch your beauty in this way if it is okay with you, Anjali."

Anjali nods slowly, taking in my words. She seems to consider my perspective before responding with a sigh,

"Okay, Uncle Ram. I understand that you find me beautiful, and I appreciate your friendship. But please, let's not make this complicated. I'll allow you to look, but only if it doesn't make you or me uncomfortable. We should always keep our conversations and meetings respectful."

She looks at me with a mix of understanding and firmness, setting a clear boundary for my interactions. The tension in the room starts to dissipate slightly as she continues, "I'll meet you here tomorrow after my classes. Maybe we can talk more about my project and how you've been." With that, she stands up, collects her bag.

I agreed to her suggestion and she saw little sadness with me. As Anjali sees the sadness in my eyes, she approaches me with a gentle smile and says, "Uncle Ram, it's okay. I don't mind if you want to enjoy my beauty. It's a part of who I am."

She seems to understand my position without judgment, reinforcing the bond between us. However, she reiterates the importance of maintaining respect and comfort in our friendship. She opens the door of the shipping container, letting in a stream of city noise and light. The moment feels both intimate and fragile, as if I stand at a crossroads in our relationship.

I smiled at her nodded. As she left i felt myself being in a lost world hoping to see her, expecting to enjoy her beauty.

Anjali steps out into the alley, leaving me in the dimly lit container. I watch as she vanishes into the bustling streets of Mumbai, her words echoing in my mind.

The quietude that follows her departure is filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. My eyes linger on the doorway, expecting her to return and reaffirm her comfort with the new arrangement. However, she remains outside, continuing with her life, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the promise of the next meeting. The container feels both smaller and larger, filled with the weight of unspoken desires and the warmth of a friendship that has grown beyond the confines of my circumstances.