Kavya Singh's 2015 Movie Latest Wallpapers

Kavya Singh's 2015 Movie Latest Wallpapers

Kavya Singh's 2015 Movie Latest Wallpapers

Kavya Singh's 2015 Movie Latest Wallpapers

Kavya Singh's 2015 Movie Latest Wallpapers

Kavya Singh's 2015 Movie Latest Wallpapers

Kavya Singh's 2015 Movie Latest Wallpapers

ex-Hair model Maya

It was late 11 O’ clock. Mr. Das was sitting in the chair behind his bed room, waiting anxiously for her wife. His 22 year old sister is in adjoining room, he knew it is the best time. He had planned for this for last couple of weeks, but today he knew he has to do it. He took out the pair of scissor and glanced at it. The door of the room suddenly opened, and entered Mrs. Das. She straight away went to the dressing, her long hair trailing behind her touching her waist. Maya, as her hubby called her jerked her tresses and took out a comb from the drawer, ready to pamper her hair before going to bed, a habit which she retained from her job. Maya separated her thick black hair in two parts bringing each part in front from two different sides. She checked the ends of her hair, trimmed a day ago the nearby parlor. She again checked the length and continued pampering it. The pampering would continue for about fifteen minutes which is very small if compared to her previous routine. Maya was a hair model, with hair up to her buttocks and sometimes touching her knee. She retired from the job after a month of marrying Mr. Das, a manager in a private shop during marriage and her classmate from school. It was well predicted that some day they would definitely knot ties and the day came when both of them were in pinnacle of the career. Maya left her job at the very first month on her wish, though never compelled by her husband or her in-law. She celebrated it by getting her knee length hair cut to a boyish style at the hands of Mr. Das.

The decision the cut the hair was sudden. They were in honeymoon, enjoying beautiful view of Kanchenjunga from balcony of their hotel in Darjeeling on a fine morning. Maya had sudden urge to do it and she gave a pair of scissor to Mr. Das, and turned her back towards him and pointed at the breast length. Mr. Das was taken aback, but he gently inserted the blades of the scissor in the mass and kaaaa….chchchch…….chchch, a long lock of her hair slides to the floor. Maya giggled at this, as Mr. Das continued cutting her hair, straight from left side to right, kaachch…chchchc…kachchch.chchch. He stopped only after a big mass of hair was collected in the floor. Maya immediately turned, chuckling, collected the mass and throw it in the air. Mr. Das was nervous. He then arranged a chair for Maya to sit. Mr. Das liked her in this hair, but he liked the cutting also. He then escorted her to bathroom with scissor in hand, and gently pulled the knot of her pajama, striping her of it, as she stood naked but covered by her Salwar. Mr. Das hand then moved to upper part, first pressing the hardened breasts and then removing her upper clothes too. The shower was switched on and they both shared a shower. After playing in shower for some time, Mr. Das took the scissor which he had bought and then turned Maya to opposite side. Maya curved her head forward, acknowledging the haircut. Mr. Das separated the wet strands with fingers, and then placed the scissors at the neck area slicing her hair in the bathroom. Maya got Goosebumps as wet hair slide touching her bare body. Maya’s hair was not looking something like bob, but he was not done yet. He kept on cutting at the back slicing and hacking, till he made the hair at backside little more than an inch. Mr. Das then left the bathroom, while Maya started washing her hair to remove the chopped tresses. Mr. Das returned after a few minutes, with his safety razor. He switched off the shower, and pulled Maya out of it. He then started ruining the razor at the back, removing the fuzzy hair. He cleaned his back, and reduced her hairline at the back. There excitement with hair came to end at afternoon after having a sissy sex. Mr. Das was missing something during the sex, but it was compensated with the feeling of her spiky hair.

Maya went to the parlor of the hotel that evening only, and got her hair cropped. She then started growing it but restricting it to waist length. They were having a good time in life till an accident in the shop where Mr. Das worked, a year ago. He was sacked and his career tainted leaving Mr. Das struggling for living, ending up in a low salary job in another company which gives the family barely something as savings.

Maya stopped combing her hair, as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Mr. Das was standing behind her with a scissor in hand…

Maya turned around to find that Mr. Das is standing there with scissors in hand. Maya smiled, and then adjusting her strap turned around lifting her hair toward Mr. Das. Mr. Das put away the mass and sighed. He said,

“Maya, I am really going to give you a haircut”

“Yeah, I am waiting”

“Honey, am serious, this scissor is new and sharp”

The statement didn’t alert Maya, but the voice did. Still now she was acting according to playoff every night, where she gets a role play haircut with a blunt scissors. Hair has a special role in both of theirs life. She replied,

“Ah! I told you, am not getting haircut. I am supporting with every possible way, I fail to understand why you are after my hair? We discussed this last week”

“Maya, your hair has expenses you know that, it has to go”

“Oh! Why don’t you try to get a job, instead of dreaming about my hair? I have already reduced the amount of oil, conditioner, and shampoo”

“I am trying my best you know. Leave it. Who cares about savings?”

“You complain to me about hair cost, did you ever tell this to your sister? Huh? No, no because you love her, but not me. You bear her study cost, you bear her everything.  You want your wife hair buzzed. But don’t have guts to get your sister a haircut”

“Why are you dragging her to it? She gets scholarship and is not dependent on me”

“But, you take care of her; she doesn’t spend a single penny in this household…”

“It’s not possible, she is my little sister, I will take care of her. Infect she offered her portion in household which I refused, it’s not her fault. And regarding her hair, well she has her hair much shorter than yours, and I don’t think she uses so much hair product as you…”

“As I am an ex-model?”

“Huh, yeah because you were a model”

“Great! Anything else you have against me?”

“You are getting me wrong”

“I don’t care. You want my hair short. I will have it short only if Nita get a short haircut too”

Mr. Das didn’t reply for a few minutes, then he said, “okay Maya, be prepared, you are getting a very, very, very short haircut tomorrow morning and then left the room.

Mr. Das straightaway went to his 22 year old sister’s room.  Nita, academically talented has little interest of fashion and just keeps her hair in a simple style in simple length which is up to her mid back.

Mr. Das knocked at her room and gently entered it. Nita was studying then. He went near her and started hesitantly,

“Nita, ah I have to say…ah something…ah you will have to…ah…”

“Get a haircut?”

Mr. Das was surprised, he stammered, “yes”

“Yeah, I overheard the conversation between you and Maya, sorry about that, but it is justified when you are talking about such a topic” Mr. Das was silent. Nita then brought her braid forward and then pointed towards the table near her bed and said, “I kept the scissor and comb there, let end this”

Then they set the study chair in the middle of the room. Nita sat on the chair with a big towel on her backside, which Mr. Das immediately removed. Mr. Das gentle pulled out the clip which held her braid and opened it, spreading her hair, reaching her breast length, with a little brownish tint. The hair is not of that quality as Maya’s, it is thick but dry.

He started sprinkling water on her head, wetting her hair from scalp to ends. He then separated her hair in two parts with fingers and moved it to her front from two different sides. He started from left.

He picked up the left mass, clutched it at base and took scissor. He inserted it barely some inches above head, and kachchchch…chchch…chch, locks of her hair fell to floor through her sides. He did the same to right, snipping at the right. The hair spread in floor now gave an appearance as Nita had pigtails which were cut.

Mr. Das then took comb, and started combing her hair. The hair at front and back were long, but the hair at the top side, were too short, giving her appearance as if there are two bald patches on her head. After combing her hair and distributing it in all her sides, he bent her head forward, and started cutting her hair collecting with a comb. Hair rained at back, as her hair was cut in irregular length at back, from zero inches to one.

After that, he made a mark at length in side where the top of ear touches her head, and then went round, snipping hair below it. Hair fell to her lap when he was doing in front giving her a bang look, but the bang is too short.

Mr. Das then stopped, and went away. Meanwhile Nita started dusting the hairs from her cloth and face, but he returned with his safety razor. She didn’t say a thing but again sat on the chair. He then changed the blades at sprinkled water on her back and sides. He started with left sides, bending her head in opposite direction, placed the blades at part where her top of ear touch her head and pulled it, scratching the hair off. He ran it few more time. Then he moved to other side, did the same.

Now it was time for the back. He drenched it heavily, then kept the razor at top of her head, and ran it seven to eight times continuously. Nita moved in uneasiness due to scratching. Her head was completely white now. He then removed the hair in nape region making it complete clean.

Mr. Das then told Nita to get up, and helped her to dust herself. He then told her to have a shower, and started cleaning the mess.

Nita checked her new look in bathroom mirror. She couldn’t believe it is her. The hairstyle is making her look like she is employed in military. Tears came out as she thought about her hair, her pony which used to hang like that right from her primary school, but then she remembered the quarrel.

Mr. Das collected all the hair, and filled a plastic bag. It was only filled three fourth, but he knew the rest would be filled tomorrow morning only.

Next Morning

Maya was shocked as the first view she got after opening her eyes is the shaved side of Nita’s head. She couldn’t recognize her for a few moments. She recognized her only when she said, “Brother is waiting for you at living room with scissor and comb…”

My First Head Shave by Anon

This is my story on how I became a baldie a few weeks ago.

I had been living with my mum and just seeing my dad at the weekends and occasionally one evening in the week. My relationship with my mum was not very good. We were constantly arguing about little things and she eventually told me that she wanted me out. My dad had always said that I could live with him if I wanted so I moved in. I did not change school so I did not lose any of my mates.

One Monday morning I finished styling my faux hawk hairstyle and went to meet Barry who I always walked to school.

After waiting about five minutes I saw Barry walking along with his hood up over his head.

Didn't think it was that cold to put a hood up. I thought to myself.

Morning!. Barry said as he arrived next to me.

Okay Barry, why the hood up? I asked, as we started to walk to school. You know I said I was getting a haircut on Saturday. Barry said.

Yeah, and I joked about you getting a buzzcut. I replied.

Well I didn t get a buzzcut, but went real short. Barry replied as he pulled his hood back to reveal his shaved head.

Oh man that s awesome! I exclaimed as I rubbed his head.

Yeah, its cool. Barry replied.

What made you lose it? I asked.

My brother was doing one of his mates and they said they would bung me twenty quid if I became a baldie. Barry told me. Before I knew it I was sitting there losing my faux hawk.

Wish I had been there to see it. I told Barry.

It happened so quick I didn't have time to call you. Barry told me.

We arrived at school and went to our classes and arranged to meet up at lunch.

The whole of that morning I could not concentrate on the lessons. I was just thinking of Barry with his bald head. Before Barry had got his head shaved I was planning to ask my dad if I could go bald for the summer the same as my dad was. My dad has been shaving his head for over 2 years now. Now that Barry had got his head shaved I was thinking of asking when I got in that afternoon.

Lunchtime finally arrived and I met Barry in our usual spot and sat down for lunch. We were joined by our mates Paul and Chris who both had the same faux hawk cut as me.

Are you going for the bald look? Chris asked.

Thinking about it. I Replied.

I m going to wait until my cousins wedding. Paul told us.

Why wait until then? Chris inquired.

Because I hate his religious mum and sister, and he has a boring cut, so I shall go bald on the day and see how they like it. Paul replied.

I might go bald at the end of term. Chris told us.

You will be bald before that. Barry told him.

After school finished for the day I met up with Barry again to walk home.

Are you planning on keeping the bald head? I asked.

Yeah, at least until the end of September. Barry replied.

I m going to ask my dad to shave my head at the weekend. I told Barry.

My brother will do it for you if he doesn't. Barry said.

If my dad won t do it then I will let him do it. I told Barry.

When we got to the top of my road I told Barry that I would let him know what my dad decided.

It seemed ages before my dad arrived home. He was moaning about the traffic and how it seemed to get worse. I got the tea out of the oven and we sat down to eat it. Dad, I want my head shaved on Saturday. I told him.

You want your head shaved? My dad asked, rather surprised.

Yes, and if you don t do it Barry s brother will. I replied.

What s made you want you head shaved? My dad asked.

My mate Barry had his done, and I want mine done. I told my dad.

I ll have to think about it. My dad told me.

Well don t think to hard because I definitely getting it shaved on Saturday. I said. What if you decide you don t like it? My dad continued.

It will grow out, more than yours does. I retorted.

Give it a few years you will go naturally bald. My dad told me.

I realised my dad was right. He started to lose his hair at 25 and his brother even earlier. So I will be bald at 14 then. I said.

Without me knowing that night my dad posted on the buzzboard and Wyatts clip board to see what reaction he could get about me having my head shaved.

The next morning all I could get out of my dad when I asked if he had made his mind up was You will have to wait and see.

Well I ve chucked my hair gel. I told my dad.

I can see that you haven t spiked it today. He replied.

Yeah, so that shows I m serious about having it shaved on Saturday. I said as I picked up my rucksack.

Wait and see what I decide. My dad told me.

I met Barry at the usual place and noticed that he had fine stubble on his head.

Thought you were shaving your head? I asked Barry.

My brother is away on a course and my dad won t do it. Barry told me.

Why not do it yourself? I inquired.

I m not that confident at the moment. Barry told me.

I told my dad last night that I wanted the shaved head. I said to Barry.

What did he say? Barry asked.

That he would think about it. I replied.

Offer is still there with my brother. Barry told me.

If my dad says no then I will be there. I replied.

As we got to school Barry reminded me that he was on a school trip that afternoon and was not back until Friday.

The rest of the week was murder for me. My dad still would not let on if he was going to shave my head on the Saturday. I kept on and on at him to see if I could get any idea if the answer was going to be yes, but all he would say was wait until Saturday and find out.

When I got out of school Friday I made my way home and was determined to get an answer out of my dad about what was going to happen the next day. When I switched my mobile phone on it came up with a message from my dad saying that he was going for a couple of beers with his mates and would see me later. He s determined to keep me waiting until tomorrow. I thought to myself.

Just after I had finished tea I got a text message from Barry asking if I wanted to go and have a game on his play station.

I sent one back saying I was on my way. When I arrived Barry s dad answered the door and told me that he was upstairs. I got to the top of the stairs where I saw Barry sitting on a stool in the bathroom with his brother, who was putting shaving foam on Barry s head.

Hi... be about five minutes. Barry told me.

Yeah okay then. I replied.

I hear you want to become a baldie. Mick said as he started to shave Barry s head.

Yeah, tomorrow hopefully. I replied as I watched Mick continue shaving Barry.

Well I m your man if your dad doesn't do it. Mick told me.

Thanks I ll remember that. I told Mick.

When Mick had finished I went into Barry s room and we went on his play station for a while before I decided to go home in preparation for my own head shave the next morning.

My dad was already in by the time I got home and in bed so I didn't get to ask about getting my head shaved the next day. I must have woken every hour that night. I kept checking the time and then dozing off again. I eventually fell asleep properly about five in the morning.

The next morning I woke suddenly and saw the time was nine o clock. I jumped out of bed and quickly dressed. As I walked out of my bedroom Barry was standing there with a camera in his hand.

I believe you asked for a haircut. Barry said.

Yeah, I want my head shaved. I replied.

Well we a spare appointment if you would like to walk this way. Barry said pointing towards the bathroom.

My heart jumped as I realised that I was going to get my head shaved. I walked into the bathroom with my stomach knotting up but also getting excited at the prospect of being a baldie. In the bathroom my dad was standing with a pair of cordless clippers in his hand. I sat down and put a towel that was on the stool over my shoulders.

How would sir like his haircut? My dad asked with a big grin on his face.

Shaved bald! I replied excitedly.

With saying that Barry took photos all round of my hair.

Ready to say goodbye, or do you wish to reconsider? My dad asked.

Just get on with the buzzing. I told him.

With that my dad turned the clippers on and took the first swipe straight down the centre. I looked in amazement as my dad deposited my hair in my lap, it must have been at least three inches long. My dad quickly carried on taking my hair down to mere stubble. The whole time Barry was taking photos for a website we were going to work on. When my dad turned off the clippers I couldn't believe the difference. I looked totally different and I couldn't wait for the final look. My dad wet my head and put the shaving foam on and left it for a few minutes before starting to shave my head with the grain. Afterwards he put more shaving foam on and shaved with the grain for a really smooth finish.

Like it? My dad asked.

It s awesome! I exclaimed as I rubbed my head.

You look real cool. Barry said.

When did you decide that I could have my head shaved? I asked.

The day after you asked me I got in touch with Barry to arrange it. My dad told me. You knew all along? I asked Barry.

yeah, I had trouble keeping it a secret. Barry replied with a grin.

If you want to stay bald I will teach you how to shave your head. My dad told me. No way am I growing my hair for the time being. I replied.

Barry and I made our way into town to meet Chris and Paul. I must have looked in nearly every window at my new look and a lot of people were looking at us. Paul and Chris were already waiting for us and both had a smile when they saw me.

We knew you were getting shaved. Paul told me.

Barry told us on Tuesday but were sworn to secrecy. Chris continued.

I have now been shaving for two months the same as Barry except when we grew it out for a couple of weeks and tried a Mohawk.

Paul got me to shave his head on the day of his cousins wedding as he said he would. Apparently his aunt did not like it at all and would not let hum go in any of the photos.

Chris is set to go bald the middle of this month when school finishes. His brother who is 16 is having his done for charity in a couple of weeks time.

A True experience from my anonymous friend.

 Every time I visit a barbershop, I feel like to shear off my hair to nothing, but thinking about facing friends, family and colleagues always restricts me from doing it. All the time I think of getting a head shave or buzz cut but never tried except in childhood. I don't regularly go to one barbershop, every time I travel miles away to find a well ambient barbershop. I love going to barbershop and I spend hours waiting outside and watching others get shaved and trimmed. Some days I even watch men's head being shaved live in barbershop and those days become memorable in my life. Most of the time I ask the barber to shave my head and soon after he takes razor I act like changing my mind and go for a regular haircut.

Summer of 2015 is approaching, Last week one day I left my office early than usual, I had my plans to visit my friends home, to trim my hair and to bar. After visiting my friends home, my friend accompanied me to the bar.  I had four pegs of my regular scotch and started driving back home waving my friend at bar. On the way I remembered about my haircut, usually I don't visit barbershop if I am drunk. That day I changed my direction to find a good barbershop. I really wanted to visit a new barbershop that day. It was becoming late night and most of the shops started closing there business. After driving quite long distance I finally found a barbershop. The barbershop was in the first floor of a road side complex, All other neighboring shops were closed and the road was silent with pale yellow street light. I could see a customer on the barber's chair from outside. I slowly moved in to the barbershop and sat in the waiting chair. He almost done with his customer. The barber was a short and fair man with curly hair. Soon her invited me to the chair and closely capped me with a nylon black cloth. With a unpleasant face the barber asked me

"How you are doing?"

I paused a moment watching my reflection in mirror and said

"Well, Let me have a head shave with the straight razor, I usually get shaved during summer"

Usually barbers will have a surprise look after I ask them to shave my head. But this barber didn't show any reaction. He turned back to load the razor. That made me more and more exited. After loading the razor, he started drenching my hair, the drenching was too heavy and started massaging my head. Usually I ask the barber, not to shave head as soon as he loads the razor. But that day I was enjoying and I was delaying myself to stop the barber. Soon the barber opened the razor and parted some hair in middle of my head with his two fingers and placed my the razor in head. My stop command and the shaving of a strand of hair in my head was simultaneous. I finally came back to reality(I was drunk and it slowed me in saying stop shaving head) and saw a visible portion of my scalp in my middle head. I actually don't wanted to shave head and I felt goosebumps in my whole body. The barber stared at me and asked

"you said to shave and what happened now "

I said " I changed my mind"

He felt irritated and asked " So you want leave like this."

I was still in the shock and started realizing that I need to shave my head completely bald. The barber was waiting for my reply. I didn't have the strength to see myself bald for real. I need to prepare my mind before shaving my head. I apologized the barber and asked him to dry my hair and leave me alone. Though confused, the barber accepted my request and did the same, while leaving the barber chair he remind me that there is no other way to hide the shaved patch of scalp and its better to shave head completely to hide the awkwardness. With a dull face I left the barbershop and entered my car. I saw my bald patch through side mirror of car and even felt the scalp using finger. I spend sometimes looking myself in mirror, took a no of selfies in mobile. I finally decide to shave my head and found that barber beginning to close his shop from inside car. I reentered the barbershop. The barber stared at my face.

I said "I am sorry for the trouble, please shave my head bald"

The barber asked me to sit down. He first took a clipper having some guard on it and started trimming the front portion of my head. He continued to back ans side I found all my hair falling he and there. That was a random improper haircut, buzzing all my hair to #3. Then he squeezed down a portion of shaving gel into my head and stared brushing to produce a thick lather. He opened the razor and stared shaving from middle, the white scalp was visible. He carefully shaved from middle of my head to back. After finishing he started shaving sides and side burn. At last he shaved the front portion of my head leaving me with a clean bald head. He re-lathered head and started shaving again to ensure a smooth shave. The cold that I felt after applying the after shave lotion was soothing. I rubbed my bald head with my bare hands. After uncapping me, I asked the barber to shave my stubble beard and thick mustache as I found this is the chance to experiment everything. He lathered my beard and mustache and shaved them fast. Stepping out of the barbershop realizing the fact that I was completely bald and the effect of alcohol made me fall into a magical feeling. I felt my bald head with bear hands by continuously rubbing it.

Stay tuned for the After shave experience 

A shave saves a relationship

This is a story of an young girl who married a military ex-service man. Anamika was a 18 year old virgin who had a lots of dreams about her husband. One fine day her step mother told her dad that there is a gentleman who would like to marry their daughter. Anamika's dad was a boneless man he would not do anything against his wife , her step mothers word was final always. So they arranged for a meeting the man who was going to marry Anamika was about to arrive her dreams sore like high tides of the bay of bengal . And finally the man 's family arrived and Anamika's step mother ordered her to come and see them. They were all impressed by her beauty she was a slim fair girl with a normal height and a long curly hair she has applied oil and plated it and kept jasmine flowers on it she had a small bindi in her forehead big coal lined eyes and sharp nose and glossy lips. Her beauty was undeniable then they introduced a man a tall rugged man with a salt and pepper hair that man was in his early forties their was a cruelty in his face and his past life was full of mysteries his 1 st wife died and no one knows how she died .


                     After this Anamika told her step mother she was not interested in marrying him but her step mother forced her to marry him. after a month they got married and Anamika realized she was prejudgemental about his character he was a nice man he took good care of Anamika. Later one day a young man came to their house. He was Anamika's husband's trainee in the military camp his name was Arjun. Arjun was handsome young man with an vibrant personality when Anamika's husband was not in home they started meeting each other Anamika soon fell for his charming character Arjun was head over heels in love with her. He gave her a fulfillment which her husband did not give. Anamika's husband decided to go to his friends daughters engagement meanwhile Anami called Arjun to her house they started an intercourse Arjun was brilliant in bed Anamika was filled with joy a joy which her monotonous old husband can never give with in a second things changed the old man came home and saw what was happening he pushed Arjun out of the house and went inside his room he dint tell anything to Anamika . That night Anamika was crying in guilt her Husband came to her with a kitchen knife Anamika was worried that he is going to kill her. He told her " I love you how can you do this to me I cant hurt you even now but never want this to happen again. Do you know why army men have a summer cut hairstyle in training because when you shave a young man's head you take his beauty from him that gives a sense of obedience and self surrender. That is what I want from you my love..... "  and he started shaving her head with that knife she cried yelled but it was useless she was shorn like a sheep he did not show any mercy until Anamika was fully bald then he said " I love you with this hair style but Arjun would never come near you if you are bald like this. when people in your family ask tell them we had a vow at a temple". And he left........ Arjun never came back to see Anamika...... Anamika has a baby now but still her husband shaves her head every 2 months after 2 years he let her have a flat top hairstyle ...... later he permitted to have a boy  cut with half inch hair........... and anamika never left her husband because no man will like her in that hairstyle .