When Radhika's EX Boyfriend shaved her head

Radhika stood near the mirror, adjusting the pleats of her saree again and again. Her long, thick curly hair middle parted and left loose which touched her hips, it was still wet after bath. Her mother in law Sarojamma’s voice came from the bed, “Radhika, hurry up. Why are you worrying so much? Hair will go in few hours anyway.” Radhika smiled lightly and said, “I know amma… just feeling a bit nervous. as it is my First time.” Sarojamma replied, “Everyone feels like that. Dont worry about the head shave and hurry up.” From downstairs Athul’s voice came faintly, “Amma, auto is waiting come fast.” Sarojamma nodded and continued, “I and athul are also getting our head shaved, When everyone is doing, why fear? Atleast after this head shave you both may have children” Radhika touched her hair slowly, took a deep breath and said softly, “Okay amma.” They packed her saree blouse, towel, and soap in a small bag. Sarojamma picked up the coconut and flowers. As they stepped out, Sarojamma said to auto anna, “Tonsure hall is near Godavari only. Drop us there”.

The tonsure area was behind the temple in an open space next to the river, with barbers sitting on mats on the ground. Men and women waited in small lines, some already bald, some watching quietly. Sarojamma and Athul walked inside while Radhika stayed back saying she had to pay the auto driver and buy a towel she forgot. The crowd near the ticket counter was heavy, so she told them she would come in a few minutes. Athul sat down first in front of a barber everyone called Babu. He poured water slowly over his head, and began shaving with a razor in smooth strokes. Hair fell on his lap, one strip after another. Sarojamma stood nearby, watching and asking, “Where is Radhika still?” Athul just shrugged. After Athul's head shave was finished, Sarojamma sat down next. Babu tied her hair into two parts, wet her head fully, and shaved it clean without talking. When it was done, Sarojamma stood up, wiped her head, paid Babu, and said, “My daughter-in-law is coming. You shave her head also.” Then they left the tonsure hall irritated by radhika's acts.

Barber Babu was known to everyone in the tonsure hall. Other barbers spoke to him with respect, some even waited for his nod before taking next customer. He was young, slim, clean looking, around twenty-five, calm in his work. As he washed his hands and waited, Sarojamma’s words stayed in his mind — daughter-in-law… Radhika. For a moment he thought, It can’t be her… after all these years. The crowd moved, people came and went. Then Radhika entered the hall in a hurry, holding her token tightly, her eyes searching. “Sixty-nine… sixty-nine,” she murmured, walking between people. She reached Babu and sat down quickly, breathing fast, and handed him a towel and the payment slip instead of the blade. Babu looked at her once, slowly, picked up the razor, and said with a small smile, “Still you haven’t changed, Radhu.” Radhika froze. She looked up at his face properly now, at his eyes, trying to place the voice. Her brows tightened and she asked softly, “Chitti… babu?” He just looked at her with a smile. That was enough. Both of them were Ex Lovers in their college time.

For a few seconds both of them just sat there, looking at each other, still unable to believe they had met like this after so many years. Radhika gave a small nervous smile and said, “I didn’t think… we will meet like this.” Chitti Babu smiled lightly. “Even I didn’t expect you here... radhu” She looked around, hesitated, then said, “I wont sit here,” and tried to get up. Chitti Babu stopped her calmly and said, “No option, Radhu. Your mother-in-law told that only i should shave your head.” She looked to the side; the other barber had already moved away due to chitti babu's call. She sat back slowly and said, “Okay… finish it fast and shave my head properly” Chitti Babu untied her braid carefully. Her long curly hair fell loose over her shoulders. He poured water slowly, wetting her hair fully, especially near the scalp, and divided it into two parts, tying them into middle parted 2pigtails. While he worked, she asked, trying to sound normal, “So… how is your life going ?” He replied simply, “Going on. Decent.” He cleaned the razor, checked the blade once, and got ready to shave.

Chitti Babu placed the razor on the top of her head and started shaving slowly from the crown. A thin line of hair came off with the first stroke. As he shaved, he asked casually, “You are Married right?” She nodded. “Athul is your husband ah” She said yes and then, without stopping herself, started talking. “Three years now. Marriage happened fast. Daily same routine. House, kitchen, relatives. Nothing new.” He kept shaving, listening. She continued, her voice tired, “Before marriage everything went sweet. After that, only house work, No taste no enjoyment in my life.” He smiled slightly and asked while shaving, “What about modeling? Your dream your life your passion...?” She laughed bitterly. “That stopped the very next day, They didn’t like it, so now i am an housewife” The razor moved again, more hair falling into the plate. He suddenly stopped shaving, looked at the hair, and burst out laughing. He laughed properly for a few seconds, bending forward, unable to control himself. Radhika sat still starring at him being irritated as the shaved crown exposed, the rest of her hair still heavy on her head.

7 years ago, in their 12th std, Radhika and Chitti Babu were secret lovers, though everyone knew about them, whispers circled, but no one dared question their love. They shared glances, love letter, laughs at the benches. Chitti Babu was serious, committed, protective, and bold in every step. Radhika matched him, she was confident, fiery, curious, hungry for his attention. After school, the classroom emptied. The door clicked behind them. She sat on the last bench, legs curling over the seat. “Lock it babu” she said in romantic voice. He did and came closer, slow and deliberate. They had a romantic lip lock. She pressed against him, fingers threading through his hair. He pulled her waist with pleasure. He started to squeez her boobs and she started to enjoy it “Missed them so much ah?” she whispered between breaths. He kissed her harder, teeth brushing, lips moving with lust. She unzipped his pant and started to give handjob for his erect pennis and they forgot the world. Suddenly, the door swung open. A female teacher stood there, eyes wide, frozen. Radhika screamed."Ahhhhhh"

“These are common during head shave” Chitti Babu said calmly when she winced as a small cut happened while shaving her head. He tilted her face gently to the left and started shaving the right side, the razor moving slow and clean.  After a few strokes, Radhika asked, trying to sound casual, “Are you married?” He gave a short smile. “No. I am happy enjoying my Single life” That triggered her. She snapped back, “Who will even marry you loser. You couldn’t even finish college properly.” The razor stopped for a second. His face hardened, but he said nothing, dipped the blade in water, and continued shaving, faster now. He took his left hand and pressed a bit harder and her chin almost touched her chest. She noticed the silence, felt the weight of her words, and said quietly, “Sorry… I didn’t mean it like that.” He didn’t look at her. After a few strokes, he said bitterly, “Big dreams, modeling, ambition… and now housewife. Married for money. At least I didn’t leave someone for dreams and end up like this.” The razor kept moving over her crown and sides, more skin showing with every stroke.

That rainy night came back to her clearly. It was after a party, the road wet and quiet, Chitti Babu’s bike refusing to start. He was trying again and again, rain soaking his shirt, while Radhika stood under a small shed, angry and irritated. “Still not starting ah?” she said, laughing first, then mocking harder. Words slipped out fast — about his bike, his money problems, his uncertain future, how nothing around him felt stable. He stayed quiet for a while, then said it would change, asked her to trust him. She shook her head in anger saying she couldn’t wait anymore, that love alone was not enough for her life. Rain kept falling as she turned away, leaving him there with the dead bike and broken silence. The memory faded as Chitti Babu’s voice pulled her back. “Turn right,” he said, wetting her head again and shaving the other side slowly. After a moment, he asked casually, “Children?” She replied softly, “Not yet, actually..” then added the reason — things between her and Athul were weak, empty and never enough as athul's stamina was not enough to satisfy her sexually. 

Babu stopped shaving and laughed loudly, the same sharp laugh as before, shaking his head. “I atleast stayed for 7 mins” he said, mocking. “You remember that 14th February night in my friend's room we had wild sex.” The razor dipped back into water and moved again, hair falling away as her scalp showed more, her face quiet, regret sitting heavy while the shave continued. After finishing the sides and crown, Chitti Babu looked at her face and smirked. “Oi… moustache woman, look here,” he said, laughing softly. Radhika frowned. “Don’t start calling me like that again,” she warned, covering her mouth. He ignored her, dipped his fingers in water, and gently wet her upper lip. “Sit still and let me shave it or else i will shave your eyebrows too... mustache women,” he said, irritating her. She shook her head slightly. “No need, please dont shave my upper lips,” she complained, but her face gave him more reason to tease. He smiled, took the razor, and slowly shaved her upper lip, short careful strokes, enjoying her cute, irritated expression. “Now see, you look like a real women,” he said. 

She touched it and rolled her eyes. While he wiped the blade, she spoke again, her tone changing. She mentioned Pary Jain — the famous girl from their class, everyone’s crush. “I should’ve been like her,” she said bitterly. “Popular, confident… not stuck like this.” She paused and added, “I wasted my teenage life being with a loser like you.” Chitti Babu didn’t reply, just rinsed the razor and continued his work, the teasing smile gone, her words hanging heavy between them. While cleaning the razor, Chitti Babu asked casually, “Which Pary Jain?” Radhika frowned. “Hey our class girl, that north indian.” He smiled and nodded toward one side. “That one sitting over there ah.” Radhika followed his finger and froze. A woman barber sat there waiting, wearing a simple old saree, razor in hand, calm and quiet. Her hair was short and uneven, clearly grown after being shaved months ago. Radhika stared again and again, not believing her eyes. “No… how can that be her?” she asked, confused. Chitti Babu laughed softly and continued shaving the last rough patches on her head. “Yes, same Pary. 

She is my personal assistant.” Radhika turned slowly. “PA ah... how ?” she repeated. He didn’t explain, just smiled, confident and teasing at the same time. As the razor moved lightly over her scalp, Radhika looked at him with new doubt forming in her eyes and finally asked, carefully, “Actually… who are you now?” He didn’t answer her questions. He poured water again, bent her head fully forward, and started shaving in reverse, firm and professional, from the nape up to the crown. The razor moved clean and steady, water dripping down her neck. Radhika tried to fill the silence. “Who are you? Why is Pary here? What is she doing here… why did she shaved her head?” He kept shaving and said only one line, calm and dry, “Money and influence matters more than education.” The words landed heavy. Desperate now, she blurted out, “You are not married, I am also not happy in my marriage… why don’t we start fresh, together... will you marry me babu?” Before he could respond, Pary walked up quickly. “Sir, we have to leave to Hotel Taj, Actress Shreeleela is waiting.” He gave a small signal. 

A caravan stopped nearby, men in suits stepped in. He finished the last stroke, rinsed her head once more, stood up, and walked away. Within moments, he returned changed, sharp and professional, moving straight to the vehicle without looking back. Radhika sat there, touching her freshly shaved head, watching it all happen, confused and stunned, whispering to herself, “Who is he… I mean, Babu… who is he?” Pary stands near Radhika and speaks calmly, in respect and slight fear in her voice. She tells her, “His real name is Chiranjeevi. He is not just a barber. He owns this tonsure hall and many more in big temples like Tirupati, Palani, Dharmasthala. Sometimes a king comes in disguise to protect his kingdom.” She talks about his sharp mind, his control, his reach, and how he watches everything quietly from the ground level. Radhika listens without speaking. She slowly moves her hand over her freshly shaved bald head, feels the smooth skin, and understands what she lost. Her eyes fill with regret. She doesn’t argue, doesn’t cry. She just stands up and walks away silently. 

The scene shifts to Taj Hotel. Chiranjeevi walks in with firm steps. The manager welcomes him with respect and takes him to Sreeleela’s room. Inside, the manager asks Sreeleela to sit on a good chair and casually offers Chiranjeevi a broken one. Chiranjeevi sat on the good chair himself in swag and says, “Get one more good chair.” The manager rushes and brings it. He makes Sreeleela sit properly. His tone was steady and professional. He opens his kit and starts arranging the razor, towel, and water neatly. Sreeleela watches him closely, clearly impressed by his confidence and authority. Without a word, she goes to the bathroom, wets her hair, comes back, and sits in front of him as he prepares for the head shave. She removes her jacket and he ties middle parted 2 ponytail. He gently sets the straight razor on her wet hair and starts the shave from the front, slow and clean, the blade making a soft sound as hair slides down onto the cloth. Sreeleela watches him, observes his professionalism, swag, calmness and his attitude and smiles, “So you are the millionaire Barber of Banjara hills ah?” 

He replies casually, without stopping the head shave “Work is work. I just did it with dedication and it paid off.” She appreciates him that at this age he became famous and rich as he was tilting her head and he guides it with his palm. “ Age is just a number experience is important ” he says with a light smile. “Nice so are you Marriage?” she asks, curious. He answers calmly, “Not yet” and moves the razor again, long smooth stroke, half her hair gone now. She laughs softly, They both talk with each other about their likes their dislikes her upcoming movies and few shoots, sreeleela will be enjoying his replies his answers and the way he will be managing both conversation and head shave. Hair keeps falling, Her scalp got more exposed clearer and shiny. She grows quieter, watching herself change, watching him work with calm control. By the time he finishes that side, half her head was cleanly shaved, smooth and wet, and she looks at him in the mirror with a new kind of interest—silent, thoughtful, clearly impressed and she started to have crush on him. 

work faded as money started speak. The shave continues slowly. Sreeleela keeps looking at him through the mirror, giving small eye signals, shy smiles, waiting for a reaction, giving him romantic hints. Chiranjeevi notices everything, but his face stays calm, his hand steady on the razor and almost finishes the shave. He does not flirt back, does not rush, does not act excited. This strange control makes her uneasy and excited at the same time and that will attract her towards him. She likes the thrill. He applies shaving foam fully, spreads it evenly, and shaves again carefully to make her head perfectly smooth. she will like the feeling of the foam shave and After finishing, he washes her bald head with water, wipes it dry, and steps back. Manager comes and asks sreeleela if she was satisfied how the head shave went and also checks it himself, sreeleela also removes the towel moves her hands on her freshly shaved bald head and enjoys the tingling feeling and smiles satisfied. She will go open the new box of shiner lotion and happily applies it to her bald head.

Chiranjeevi will observe that and asks Pary to pack the tools and turns to leave. Suddenly Sreeleela goes near him, and pulls him aside to a room. She speaks fast, honestly, proposing him directly, with emotion and desire about her crush " I know this is a bit awkward but i just like you not like a client but may be crush or something... let me be direct, I love you Chiranjeevi, i want to spend my life with you ". He listens quietly, then gently removes her hand. He says politely that He is not interested and he has a marriage meeting come head shave appointment already fixed, with someone bigger, richer, more powerful,  than her, it was the leading Bhagyashree Borse the Bollywood actress and that this meeting is only a formality he will reject soon. He adds calmly that his range is not Tollywood or Bollywood, his range is global, and he has a London meeting next month with his crush. Chiranjeevi had crush on Emma Watson from his childhood and he uses his influence to meet her . He walks away without looking back. Sreeleela stands still, shocked, touching her smooth bald head, trying to understand what just happened.