Woman around 27 years old. Married childless after 6 years of marriage. She and her husband were trying their best for a child with their full force But still she has not been able to become a mother .

Then she tried with her old boy friend and then with Mr Vijay Kumar to have a child but all her efforts were fruitless as ever. Then she went to Her sister who was blessed with a baby girl to assist her in raising her baby.

In her quest to have her own child she visits a ashram to take a special treatment. She was given Diksha and named Maya after Diksha.

In Part 18 you Read

Master-ji: It looks far from fitting Madam. Let me check exactly how much loose it is.

As Master-ji got closer to her, she could smell the sweat of his body. The smell of male sweat made me took a deep breath. He started to check the sleeves of her blouse first. He started with her left hand and inserted one finger through the sleeve end and touched directly on her arm. He continued this for a while and was slowly rubbing his finger on her left arm while touching the cloth.

Master-ji: Ramlal, sleeves lose by 5 strings. Let me check the back now. Madam, can you turn round and face Ramlal?

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Now Further

Ramlal was noting in a notebook behind her. Now Maya turned her body to him to face him and he openly gazed at her erect breasts. How irritating! The room, being small and congested, was hot also and she was sweating now. Her armpits were wet already and she lowered her eyes to note that wet patches in her armpits were evident on the blouse. At that moment, she almost stirred up at Master-ji’s comment. For a while though Maya noted that Master-ji was not touching the back of her blouse despite the fact that she had turned, but she was more concerned about that Ramlal’s gazes.

Master-ji: Madam, please don’t mind but I must say that your panty is more ill fitting than this blouse.

Maya: What?

Master-ji: Madam, madam, please do not get angry at my words. As you turned back the light fell in such a way on your back that I can clearly see through your petticoat. If you don’t believe my words, ask Ramlal to come this side and check.

Maya: No, no. No need to check anything. I trust your words.

Maya had to admit that she trust her tailor’s words that he has seen her panty through her petticoat and somehow resisted Ramlal to come to her backside to check that.