Likitha LLB ( Lovely Lady Barber ) 1

Likitha lay sprawled on her bed, phone in hand, scrolling through endless reels of hairstyles and haircut videos. Her room was a mix of girlish chaos and hairstyling paradise—magazines stacked near the dresser, tiny clips scattered on the floor, combs, scissors, and hair sprays arranged stylishly. Posters of famous actresses with perfect hair adorned the walls. Her amma called from the kitchen, “Likitha papa, bhojanam ready!” Likitha barely looked up, murmuring a soft, “Coming, amma.” Her mother peeked into the room, noticing her daughter’s fascination with the hairstyles and assumed she was just excited about becoming a salonist. Smiling, she left with a casual, “Enjoy ra, but dont forget to eat well, ok na.” 

unaware of the obsession brewing in Likitha’s mind her mother left busy in preparing for the lunch. Back on her bed, Likitha scrolled a few more reels until an idea struck her. “Abba… let’s try this!” she whispered to herself, excited. She jumped up and walked toward her dressing table, picking up solutions and applying them carefully to make her hair shiny and sleek. Slowly, she tied a high ponytail, adjusting every strand to perfection. Standing in front of the mirror, she held her kathiri and comb like a true lady barber, imagining a camera capturing her every move. “Hmmm… not bad… yes, perfect!” she praised herself, spinning slightly, checking the shine, and practicing small poses.

She was imagining herself as if she were a professional showing off her skills. Next, Likitha’s eyes fell on a reel of Kriti Sanon with her signature middle-parted hair. “Sarey… let’s do this, like her,” she whispered, carefully dividing her hair in the center. Slowly running her fingers along the silky strands. “Yes… just like her… baagundi,” she praised herself, tilting her head and observing every angle in the mirror completely lost in her little world. Every movement, every reflection made her feel a little thrill, and she giggled softly, talking to herself in that girlish, excited way she always did. Scrolling further, Likitha stumbled upon a meme about 2015 hair trends—puffs, side-parted, short haircut reel...

This made her bite her lips. Her heart raced as her body reacted subtly to the images, the hormonal thrill mixing with her obsession. She gathered her scissors and comb, tying her hair into a messy bun that suited her best “Haa… this is fun…” she whispered to herself, feeling a strange, exciting warmth bloom inside her as she admired her reflection. She pressed her thighs together, feeling a wet rush pooling between her legs, her body shivering uncontrollably. “Haa… yesss… haa…!” she whispered, biting her lips letting her climax wash over her completely. Trembling, The pleasure before finally calming down, Slowly, she stood, walked to the bathroom to clean up. Days passed, and Likitha’s obsession grew stronger.

Her parents, thinking she was simply passionate about becoming a salonist, decided to help her make her dream real. They arranged loans, handled all the legal paperwork, and finally handed her the keys to a good parlor near their house. Likitha’s eyes widened in surprise and joy. “Amma, Naana… thank you so much!” she exclaimed, running forward to hug them tightly. Her heart swelled with excitement, and she felt happy as her parents smiled, unaware of the deeper obsession bubbling inside her. Likitha stepped into her new parlor, “Lovely Cuts,” and her eyes sparkled. The space was stylish yet cozy, with decorative walls, big mirrors, and shelves neatly arranged with branded equipments. 

Posters of trendy hairstyles adorned the walls, along with a few for men and boys, as she loved cutting hair for anyone who came. She hired Anjali, age 20, a degree student who shared a general interest in hairstyling. Anjali helped with styling and customer service, chatting quietly with Likitha while learning little skills from her. Vani, a 20-year-old North Indian maid, kept the parlor clean and assisted with chores. Being near the girls’ hostel and a local school meant there would be a steady flow of clients. Likitha’s mind buzzed with possibilities of  slowly building her little empire. The thrill of running her own parlor made her heart race.

Her Mother was her first customer. “I want a feather cut today Likitha paapa” her mother said, sitting gracefully in the chair. Likitha grinned mischievously, “Amma, why not go a little shorter? urike saradaga?” she teased. Her mother laughed softly, “Maybe next time” she replied with a warm smile. As Likitha worked, carefully trimming and styling, she felt a deep sense of joy. The gentle bonding, soft conversation, and the thrill of cutting her mother’s hair all combined, making her heart flutter. A month had passed, and “Lovely Cuts” had slowly started to grow. Most of the customers were relative kids, friends, and neighbors, with only a few strangers walking in,  until one bright morning,

An aunty walked in with her school-going daughter, Bindu, asking for a bobcut before school reopened. Likitha’s eyes lit up. “Anjali, prepare everything,” she whispered, slipping on her apron and picking up her favorite pink scissors and comb. She guided Bindu to the chair, combing her shoulder-length hair explaining softly, “Relax, kanna… I’ll make it easy for you.” Likitha began cutting, carefully trimming above the nape, planning a shorter bob than usual. Her mother watched from the corner, smiling, clearly pleased with the neat, clean lines. Bindu frowned slightly, unhappy as teh hair was being cut shorter than regular bobcut, but Likitha quickly reassured her, “kanna… short hair is easy to maintain, 

good for studies… and looks so fresh!” She continued snipping and combing, her eyes sparkling as the thrill of the process grew. Every snip, every movement, made her pulse race slightly, though she maintained professionalism while enjoying the pleasure of cutting her hair shorter. Once the cut was done, Likitha reached for the trimmer, cleaning the nape area and the tiny side buns perfectly. She lightly dusted some powder and styled the hair. The girl’s hair looked fresh and the mother was clearly satisfied. Likitha’s heart fluttered—her obsession humming softly inside her as she admired the finished look. Turning to Anjali, she said, “See how I handled the client…

now, you learn how to convince them and make them happy. And we’ll make a small poster outside—‘Student Special Haircut 200’—highlight the benefits, sare na?” Anjali nodded, taking notes. Many college girls came in after hearing about Likitha. Some misunderstood her haircut explanation and ended up with bobcuts shorter than what they imagined, but after seeing themselves in the mirror, they smiled and said, “Bagundi… looks fresh actually.” Likitha’s rates were a little less than market, and the place gave a girly, homely comfort, so people started trusting her more. It was not only girls—sometimes small boys from the neighborhood and relatives’ kids also sat on her chair for haircuts. 

By now, she had become more confident with her trimmer, using it almost daily. She even bought a new one after watching reviews. While scrolling videos, one style caught her eye—a girl with an undercut, sides and back clipped short while the top hair tied into a ponytail. Likitha kept replaying that video and thought, “Why not try this on myself?” One evening, she closed the shutter early and called Anjali inside. “One minute, Come here,” she smiled, taking out clips and comb. She parted her thick hair, sectioning the top neatly above the ears and back, then tied it with rubber bands. “Is it looking straight?” she asked. Anjali checked carefully, “Ha, perfect line.” Likitha then fixed guard number one on the trimmer, 

expecting a simple close trim. As the machine touched her nape, the loud buzz made her shiver. The first pass cleared a strip much shorter than she imagined. “Ayyo! It’s so short,” she laughed nervously. Anjali giggled, “But it’s suiting you, continue.” Slowly anjali ran the clippers up the back, then the sides, the sharp vibration making her body feel alive. With every pass, the trimmed undercut revealed a bold new style. She looked at Anjali, who was amazed. When she finally switched off the trimmer, her body felt an unexpected rush—sudden wetness. Breathing heavy, she quickly rushed into the bathroom, washed herself, and came back calmer. Standing in front of the mirror, 

she moved her hand over the freshly buzzed sides and back, smiling at the soft prickly touch. The undercut gave her a completely new feeling—half girly, half daring. She tied her top hair into a ponytail, checked the look once more, then locked the saloon and walked home . Likitha reached home as Amma stopped mid-step, eyes wide, staring at her. “Ayyo… what is this ra?” she gasped. Likitha giggled, twirling a strand of her top hair. Slowly, amma smiled and said, “But… it really suits you, bold and stylish.” father, who had been standing silently, frowned at first, muttering, “Girls don’t need to do all these bold cuts…” but then he looked again and nodded slowly. “Hmm… actually,bagundhi.”

Likitha hugged them both tightly and asked amma to try the same style playfully. Amma shook her head laughing, “No ra, temple vow undi… I can’t.” Likitha frowned slightly, curiosity bubbling inside her. Temple vow and hair… what could be the connection? At the parlor, things had grown steadily. More girls were coming in, whispering compliments about Likitha’s undercut. “Madam, your hairstyle is super cute!” a college girl had said the other day. Anjali, often stared at Likitha’s shaved sides and ponytail top, secretly wishing she could try the same. One quiet evening, Anjali was alone at the parlor when a woman entered with her daughter Akshara. Anjali smiled politely, ready to help, 

but froze when the mother said, “We want her head shave done today.” Anjali’s hands trembled slightly. She had never faced such a request. Her mind raced as she pulled out a towel and comb, trying to manage the situation. Then, she quickly called Likitha on the phone, whispering, “Akka… one client… head shave request… please come fast.” Within minutes, Likitha rushed in, excitement fluttering in her chest. She took a deep breath, slipping into her apron. Akshara stood quietly, eyes downcast, lips trembling, almost on the verge of tears. Her mother spoke firmly, “Whatever she says, don’t listen. Shave it all off.” When Akshara hesitated, her mother lightly slapped her cheek and pushed her onto the chair.

Likitha’s heart raced. Her hands tingled at the thought of using the mangali kathi (straight razor) for the first time. She opened the drawer slowly, lifted it carefully feeling the smooth metal and its weight. A thrill ran through her body as she stared at Akshara’s head, ready to begin. her heart racing with excitement and nervousness, as she looked down at Akshara’s hesitant eyes—this was her first head shave, and the moment she had been waiting for had finally arrived.