When Rahul called her and told her to get ready, Rachna didn't know exactly what. She just put on the first thing she saw when she opened her wardrobe. Because she lacked the necessities for a girl, she never found dressing to be a difficult task.

With denim jeans and a turtleneck blouse to protect her from the wind that had been whirling all morning, Rachna stepped out of the front door to meet Rahul, who was waiting. She got into his cosy car and greeted him happily.

He looked her over. "You had breakfast?" He asked.

She thought it was delightful.

"Yes," she said. "Suman made soup. It was delicious."

Rahul nodded. "Okay, then we are good to go."

"Yeah, where are we going?" Rachna asked, realising she didn't even know where they were headed.

"Somewhere cool. Just enjoy the ride."

He asked her to pick the music she would love to listen to, but she insisted she loved the quiet and just wanted to enjoy everything natural. They drove to the centre of the town and stopped at the huge mall. The Pacific Mall, Tagore Garden, was busy as usual. Rachna had never been there before. Everything she owned was gotten from second-hand stores, not the ones that were located within the mall.

"You want to get something here?" She asked him as she paid for a parking ticket, and he beckoned her to get out.

Rahul adjusted his shirt collar. He knew this was going to be a huge surprise for her. "I brought you shopping." He said.

Rachna looked on in confusion, trying to convince herself that her ears had just deceived her. "Shopping?" Her voice was so weak.

She had discussed with him that things were too bad with them, and they had all asked him for help. That was a week before that day, and he had only said he would get back to her. Since then, Rachna had been afraid to ask again, but here he was; he had listened to her and had agreed to help.

"Yes, Rachna. From foodstuffs, dresses, and toiletries to skin care, Whatever you want, Rachna, please take it."

She stared at him dumbfounded, and so he guided her into the mall. They got on the escalator and ascended to the top floor. She was timid when she saw the other people in the stores. They wore high-fashion clothes and heels, and their skin looked so delicate and confident. She noticed how they stared at Rahul and eyed her as they walked by. He was handsome, of course, and everything about him screamed wealth, so she couldn't blame them, but it made her feel like a child and irrelevant. That was until she felt his arm come across her shoulders, pulling her to himself.

Rachna gasped. She wasn't expecting that, and if not for the fact that she was wearing flats, she would have tripped and had her head on the floor in no time.

They had gotten to the central mall, the section for food items. "Let's start here," he said. "And like I said, anything you want, Rachna."

A swoosh of air went through her body as he whispered those words. His palm rubbed the length of her neck softly, and she could breathe his hot perfume. He seemed so unreal.

He guided her through the counters, and together, they threw items into the trolley they had picked. There were fruits, packaged foods, frozen foods, toiletries, housekeeping items, and everything Rachna could think of. Rachna occasionally glanced up at him as if to ask if he knew they had taken so many goods already. He didn't look back at her. Instead, he would say, "Have you tried this, Rachna?" while holding an item, and when she shook her head, he would add, "You should. It's amazing." And then he would throw it into the trolley. They filled seven trolleys, and Rachna was bewildered. It was as if they picked one of every item in the store.

"This is a lot, Rahul. Thank you so much. I am speechless." She said this as she stared at him in amazement. She was emotional and tried hard to stop the tears from threatening to fall.

After loading that in the car, he returned her, and they went to the clothes section. Rahul knew if he let her go alone, she would be trying to minimise the spending, so he went with her and made sure she left there with a box filled with dresses. They were expensive and branded, but he encouraged her to get them as long as she loved them. The tension she had previously felt had relaxed slightly, and she was freer. She got a lot of dresses, sarees, bags, jewellery, and other items.

After that, he asked her if she would love a hair trim, and she said yes. He took her to the spa and gave them instructions. "Take care of her."

While he waited at the receptionist's spot, Rachna had a complete body makeover done on her. She watched as the people in charge transformed her skin into something she didn't recognise. It was brighter, softer, and glowed in the decorative lights that filled the place. They washed her hair and added some curls and highlights to it. By the time she stepped out, she was unrecognisable.

Rahul complimented her and couldn't take his eyes off her from the moment he saw her again. Beautiful was an understatement. He always knew she looked good, but with the new change, he knew for sure that she was an angel.

They had a light lunch in one of the cafes at the mall and enjoyed each other's company. He warned her to stop with her thanks. They were just too much, and he couldn't take it anymore. He assured her he would always be there for her and that if she needed anything, she should inform him, and he would ensure she got what she wanted.

Although Rachna didn't want to capitalise on his generosity, the bills kept coming, and soon she could no longer shoulder their weight. She informed Rahul that their rent was due and needed to be taken care of, and in an hour, that was settled. Taking care of Raja's and Manan's tuition became a problem, and Rahul also dealt with it. He told her she needed to do more shopping and handed her his credit card. He would take her out to get new stuff every now and then, and she would go happily, getting every good thing she could lay her hands on.

The next issue that came to mind was her tardiness to work and the high cost of transportation. He told her he would help her out with it if she were determined to use it wisely. She said yes, but she had no idea how to drive a car and no money to sign up for driving lessons, but Rahul assured her she had nothing to worry about. He was willing to take her for driving lessons at no charge.

They began as soon as possible. She always sat on his lap while he taught her, and she could not deny that her attraction to him only increased with that closeness. From little steps, Rachna struggled to learn the basics, and soon she was racing on learning tracks and got on the highway in no time. And in two months, the learning symbol was pulled out of the car when she wanted to practice. She was an expert! 

Gently knocking on his office doors, Rachna walked in after getting Rahul's approval. She wore a strapless, deep blue, skin-tight dress that stopped just above her mid-thigh. Her breasts were full and proud. Rahul raised his eyes, and what he saw halted his typing fingers. He took the time to admire the changed, beautiful woman before him when he suddenly felt the tightness of his trousers and his manhood twitching. He wasn't sure for how long he could control himself.

Nevertheless, he offered a charming smile, making Rachna's heart flutter. "Good afternoon, Rachna. How are you doing today?"

Rachna walked towards his desk, her black Louboutin's clicking against the marble floor with each step. She swayed her hips as she moved, worsening Rahul's condition. His grip on his pen became so tight that it began to crack. Rachna smiled at him, exposing her pearly white teeth to him. "I'm doing very well, Rahul. And you?"

It was a rule that all the employees were to address him formally as 'Sir', but that didn't apply to Rachna when they were alone.

"I'm doing very well too; I'm just busy as always. Any problem?" He wanted to know why she had come in, for he knew the longer she spent at his office, the harder it would be to hold himself back. She was a sweet poison; he had to resist or suffer the effects of its toxins.

Rachna shrugged, slowly walking around his desk, her finger sliding on the desk as she did so. Soon, she was by his side and sat comfortably atop his desk. Her legs were on full display for him. "Oh, nothing. I think it's about time for our lunch break, don't you think?"

His eyes remained focused on hers, refusing to go any further. He said, "We still have over an hour left."

She leaned forward, basically pushing her boobs into his face. Her voice had dropped, making it sound incredibly sexy as she whispered, "I feel we should have it now."

Rachna was a gorgeous young girl, the type that almost every man would go for, including Rahul. He wasn't sure who made the first move, but their lips were sealed together in a passionate kiss within a second. He pulled her down, forcing her to straddle his waist. Due to the shortness of her dress, it rolled up to her waist, leaving her entire ass exposed. Rahul gripped the soft mould of flesh, causing Rachna to moan into the kiss. His hands slid over her boobs and massaged them gently.

He softly pulled the bottom of Rachna's lips with his teeth, and her eyes shut tighter, relishing in the sensation. His lips attacked her neck. He sucked, licked, kissed, and bit every inch softly. "Oh, Rahul..." she moaned, her hands sliding up his nape and entangling her fingers in his hair before pulling at the sensitive strands.

He hummed, continuing his assault on her neck before proceeding to her cleavage. Rachna's chest began heaving, and Rahul moved her until her back was flat against the table. He kept looking at her and saw her mildly surprised expression. Rahul groped her ass brutally. Her buttocks were soft and smooth. They began to kiss each other softly. Her lips covered his, and she plunged her tongue into his mouth.

Rahul heard her breath increase with speed, then he lifted her dress, and he touched her womanhood. Rachna then closed her eyes and moaned.

Without breaking the kiss, he sent a finger inside her wetness and gently moved in. He thought to lay her on the floor or sofa and give her body the massage it needed, but standing that way, he could make her mind run wild with many possibilities.

Rahul slipped the straps of her dress aside to expose her bare shoulders and her boobs, clad in a blue lacy bra. After feeling behind her and kissing her shoulders and the enlargement of her breasts, he removed her bra and began nibbling at her breasts while circling his tongue around her areola. Her nipples hardened quickly as he started sucking on her erect tits.

Rachna loosened some buttons on Rahul's shirt and felt his hairy chest with her fingers. She kissed his neck and travelled her lips down his collarbone to his chest. She sniffed his skin and caught a cinnamon scent in his hair that tickled her nostrils. She grinned and kissed his neck softly again, making him chuckle. She then reached down to his trousers, unzipping them and drawing his dick out.

He quickly helped her pull her dress and remove it from her body. Rachna's round breasts bounced out in his face; her big nipples were pointed hard. Rahul put his mouth on her left nipple and began to suck it intensely.

"Oh," Rachna moaned loudly. She grabbed his head against her boobs. Rahul switched to the next nipple and continued to suck it like a starved baby. Rachna's body trembled with pleasure as she exhaled heavily.

Soon, Rahul had his head dipped between her luscious legs. He sucked on her core so intensely that it caused her entire body to tremble. Her moans bounced off the blue walls of his office, filling his ears pleasurably. He swirled his tongue, sliding it to her lips. He took out his aching member and positioned himself before her soaking clit.

He looked into her drunken-like eyes and loved how her pretty eyes swirled with pleasure; he had that effect almost instantly on Rachna. He smirked, "Oh, Rachna," and his deep, masculine voice filled her ears. They were laced with so much lust that it caused the aching in her core to worsen. She nodded rapidly, waiting impatiently for him to fill her. "You are so nice, my girl."

"Yeah, please," she pleaded, and her scream filled their ears as he penetrated her, filling her by shoving his entire shaft inside her. "Oh, my God!" she breathed out as he thrust in and out of her, the desk shaking massively due to the rapid movements. Her eyes rolled to her head as her stomach began to nut. She was about to reach her climax.

Rahul delighted in the sensation of her walls contracting around his veiny cock; he knew he was approaching her when he felt himself twitch within her. "You feel so damn good," he exhaled as his thrusts quickened. "R-Rahul, it is so nice," she stuttered as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, my girl, yes." He leaned over, latching his mouth around her nipples and swirling his tongue around the hardened nub before biting softly. It sent shock waves down her spine and to her aching core.

"Oh. God!" She released herself, her body slacking against the hardwood and her pants slowing down, but Rahul was not yet through with her. He thrust into her before rubbing her slippery core with his long, skilled fingers. They went in an up-and-down, circular motion.

She felt her stomach numb again as he pinched her wet, throbbing folds. "Cum for me again; come on, my girl." He encouraged her, and before she knew it, they both reached their climax, their relieved exhales being the last thing to be heard in the well-furnished office. Silence engulfed the two naked humans as they tried to catch their breath.

He pulled out of her slowly, his exit making a slurpy noise. He grabbed her frail body and wrapped her legs around his waist before settling on his chair. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she was still recovering. The sight smiled at Rahul's lips. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it," she admitted. Her words only heightened his pride and self-confidence. The question was whether that was a good or bad thing. Rachna laid her head on his shoulder as she twirled his dark strands between her manicured nails.

"Let's get married." Rachna knew she had been messed up by how Rahul's body became rigid.

His following words disappointed her feelings to some extent. "I'm sorry, Rachna."

"R-Rahul?"

"I said, sorry!" Rachna flinched away at the disappointment in his tone and slowly got off his lap, making sure to put enough distance between them.

Rahul sighed as he massaged his temples. What was he thinking?! That he could take advantage of her and get a free pass? He was a man, he knew. He had particular wants and desires. He knew that, too. After losing his first love interest, Rahul remained a bachelor for many years. Not once had he found interest in any other woman, but with the feeling Rachna gave him just a few minutes ago, he knew his desires as a man were yet to be suppressed.

He looked at Rachna, who stood a distance away from him, with sadness on her face. He was disappointed in himself.

Rachna was his employee. He was almost twenty years older than her. How could he have let things get so out of hand?

"I'm sorry" were his first words after a long moment of silence. Rachna sat heavily beside him on the bed. She was heartbroken. She barely had feelings for other men, and now the one she did not accept her. When will luck be on her side?

Rahul continued, "This doesn't mean that I do not care about you, Rachna. But as my prodigy, This," he gestured around, referring to what had just happened between them," was a mistake. I'm too old for you. You are young, and you have a long life ahead of you to live and enjoy. It would help if you had someone young as your life partner. I have already lived more than half my life. I'm very old to be your life partner, as society will not accept this."

As a tear cascaded down her cheek, Rachna said, "But who will marry me?"

Rahul pulled Rachna to him, saying, "That you leave up to me. You are not only my employee. You are like my close, trusted aide, a close friend to me.

Their eyes met. She looked at Rahul with cold, empty eyes. Rachna could see what Rahul meant to her. She could sense a stern resolve in his eyes to significantly arrange her marriage and her life. The memory of her father at a time like this was torture enough. She knew that Rahul would look after her very well from now on. Her job, career, and needs would be Rahul's responsibility. She sniffled and got control of herself. Her tears ceased.

She refused to go back to being that weak woman from months ago. She had made so much progress; she was doing well and wanted to keep it that way.

"Very well" was her only response as she snuggled closer to Rahul.

"Oh, Rachna," he whispered, and before he could get a chance to finish, she threw her arms around him.

"That," she whispered in his ear, "was not a mistake."

It was the beginning of something beautiful.