Rahul could not meet Rachna after his unexpected encounter with Suman. He called Rachna and asked her to forgive him as a business issue had cropped up. He instructed her to stay home and manage the household in Urmi's absence. Rachna remained disappointed and hungry for Rahul. She did not find Suman at home, which made her more occupied. Suman had filled Rahul's mind with her womanly charm. She was thick and had curves in all the right places, and after having the first taste, Rahul knew he needed that feeling again and again, so he had called her to wait for him and be ready for shopping. She was outside when he arrived, a sexy body-fitted sari wrapped around her and her lips cherry-red with lipstick. She had let her hair down, and he smiled, happy she had taken note of the preferences he had disclosed to her during their intimate moment. "I can't believe this is happening, Rahul. Thank you," she said as she hopped into his sports car, her perfume filling the cold air. He kissed h
He drove around the city while she sat pretty on the passenger seat, looking seductively at him periodically. He turned the roundabout and returned his eyes to the street. "You just have to build your reputation, and what better way to do it than with the green building?" He sniffed and sat upright. "Now, the workers on the project would have no choice but to go there to eat. Accessibility is key, and people have already been reaching out to set up eat-outs around, but I have turned down all of them. You could fill in that spot." Suman's eyes lit up in surprise, and he continued. "Yes, Suman, all you need to do is prepare every dish with your skill and make them the best you have ever done. The best form of advertising is customer referrals, and that advertising is also free! But how will they do that for you if you don't give them the best?" He smiled when he saw the understandability flood her face. "They will be your first customers, and then, after completion, the residents wil
Urmi returned from Kerala after her memorable, fun-filled wellness-cum-makeover trip. She knew she had much catching up to do while leaving Delhi. She thanked Rahul for her Kerala trip, which did wonders for her mind and body. Urmi found a new spring in her feet, dreams in her eyes, and a new desire to enjoy life. Her skin started to glow, her hair became healthier, and what pleased her most was that she looked several years younger. She could thank the unique Ayurvedic treatments, her diet, yoga sessions and the routine massages. Her maids, Divya and Prisha, looked after her as well as Rahul had instructed. The pitter-patter of the raindrops outside resounded throughout the kitchen, almost loud enough to interrupt Urmi, Rachna, and Suman's breakfast table conversation. The three women had just finished catching up on Urmi’s arrival, her Kerala trip, and general gossip. Suman eventually got up to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, still participating in the conversation. Urmi rol
That same day, a fresh summery afternoon was in the locality of Mohaddipur in Gorakhpur, where Urmi, Rahul, and their chauffeur had arrived at the apartment complex. It was around 1:45 p.m., and Urmi was craving a bite. She found the trip quite tiring; it wasn't something she was used to, and it caught up with her. However, one thing was on her mind: looking forward to the private apartment where they would spend the weekend. The buildings in Mohaddipur were isolated giants aspiring to convert their surroundings into a metropolitan commercial sector. It was clear that Gorakhpur was developing into something bigger than itself, and Urmi couldn't be more proud to acknowledge that her land was suitable at this city's heart. The instant they parted from the automobile, they stood at the feet of their designated building, absorbing the height and the luxury it packed. Rahul carefully extended the inner side of his forearm to Urmi's upper back, gently nudging her to the entrance. It was a
Solanki stared at the big stack of files piled up on his desk. They were the documents for his transactions with his business partners. He took each of them one by one and went through them slowly. He made sure to separate the unimportant ones from those with top priority and began to sign them individually. "Damn it!" Solanki exclaimed as he sipped his coffee. It had grown cold with the passing minutes, and he would need another one because he loved his coffee hot. It was almost as if his day wouldn't start without hot coffee. He picked up his telephone and punched a few numbers, putting the receiver in his ear."Yes, Mr Solanki?" His secretary, Anya, picked up the call. "What's wrong with the beverage guy? How often do I tell him I want my coffee hotter? The one I have here has grown cold now. Get me a new one quickly," Solanki ordered. "Yes, Mr Solanki. I will do that immediately," Anya responded. "Good. Thank you, Anya," said Solanki as he dropped the phone. He heaved a heavy
Rachna felt she needed a car because most times, Rahul was using his car, and there were times she needed to go out, especially when she was going to work now that she had gotten a new job. She had to have a car of her own for her simple movement and impress the groom. Rachna wore a denim jacket over a low-back blouse with two one-inch straps to visit Rahul's flat. Rahul caressed her back as they kissed. Then he removed her jacket, unhooked her blouse, and opened it. As they broke the kiss, he took her blouse off. As per Rahul's preferences, she was wearing a black lacy bra. She started unbuttoning her jeans herself and letting them drop around her ankles. She wore three-inch high heels, which she did not try to take off. Rahul picked her up in her arms and took her to the bedroom. He put her on her back on the bed and took his clothes off. "So, you can see why I desperately need a car," Rachna said from the bed. "Baby, I know all you are saying, but I don't understand what y
Urmi was frightened when Rachna conveyed Rahul's message to her. She almost started shaking with fear. “What wrong she had done.” She had specially prepared herself beautifully earlier to meet Rahul. She had gone to her favourite beauty parlour to fix certain things and put on Rahul's favourite dress and undergarments. She even thought of not meeting him, but suddenly, her sane mind said, “Instead of being an ostrich, be brave and face the consequences.” An idea occurred to her suddenly. She was sure she should then face Rahul easily. Urmi reached Rahul’s apartment two hours later, and Rahul opened the door. Urmi, especially dressed up for the occasion and looking like a beauty goddess, stood at Rahul’s door. "Greetings, Rahul!" She said hesitantly. "Yes, yes, hello! Please come in!" He moved aside. As soon as Urmi saw Rahul, she could immediately make out that Rahul was only faking anger and that too, unsuccessfully. So she also decided to play along. Rahul was struck by how be
Solanki had spent many years in New Delhi but could never get anywhere near his competitor, Rahul Bhargava, in business. He tried very hard, but every time, Rahul emerged victorious. His earnest desire was to beat him somehow in at least one area. He stayed in traffic, gazing through the back seat window of his SUV while his phone buzzed nonstop. The general meeting was in a few hours, and he only hoped he would make it in time; there was a lot to talk about, and the company's new employees were to be introduced to the board of directors and subsidiary staff and a new mission in Gorakhpur. The newly employed workers were to commence work today, including Binita, and Solanki was beyond thrilled to see what she would look like in official clothes. And he knew she would slay any clothing item on her skin. Solanki liked a million things about Binita, and he could write a whole book about her. She had a face that wasn't his definition of beautiful, but she knew how to care for her skin.