Chapter 19
“Radhika is leaving for Pune tomorrow. Also, the food is getting ready, Atul. It's okay. We can give them another dinner when you are back. Now you concentrate on the deal. Make sure it’s done this time.”
“What about the power blackout?”
“It’s been restored. It’s no problem now.”
“Thank God!”
“Everything is alright.”
“Thank you so much baby.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Atul had pulled it off. He found his steps steady enough while he walked back.
And he had no idea what he was walking into.
Atul phoned Ridhima right away and she answered on the first ring.
“I was wondering when you would call. Are you on board?”
“No, actually I stayed.”
“What?”
He wished if he could to see her reaction.
“I have a friend here; she did me a great favour and I owe her a dinner.”
“Oh, really?”
She asked sceptically.
“You are joking with me. Are you air?”
“Be ready at 7pm. I will come pick you up.”
“Seriously?”
She couldn’t believe him. She did only when he took a selfie and sent it to her.
He lodged in a nearby hotel and unpacked his bag again. He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers over the bed sheet. For a moment, he imagined Ridhima lying on it, her body naked. She would smile at him and he would climb on top of her. She would spread her legs for him and then they would make love. Atul smiled at the thought.
I'm just thinking.
When he went to washroom, he found his hardness too strong to ignore. He closed his eyes and imagined Ridhima and him in bed. He stroked his dick slowly and let his imagination take over. He saw her writhing under him.
Atul. Make love to me. I belong to you. Fuck me, please.
He stroked harder and faster until he shot a heavy load of cum with a slight groan. He panted.
Initially he felt regret but then he felt relieved. He felt better. He took shower again.
When He began to dress he thought about Anvita.
She would never forgive him. He was sure.
Only if she knew. There was no way she would find out.
He wore the new blazer and casuals with matching jeans that he had bought on the way back to the hotel. He had stepped up his wardrobe based on the hope of a pay rise. It was inevitable, riding on the new deal with Chetak engineering. It would set off another set of valuable orders for the company, he hoped. The bigger and the better.
He picked up Ridhima as promised. When she walked over to the car, he sat staring at her, without blinking.
White and blue seemed to be her favourite shades. This time she wore a white and blue slit dress. Sleeveless and body-hugging, it drew out contours of her body and revealed the glowing skin of one of her legs as she walked slowly. He imagined her naked in bed and then regretted instantly. He watched breathlessly as she sat in.
“Hi.”
She said. She had put on makeup; lips were red, eyes darkened with eye shadow; He noticed them even in the dim light.
“I can't take my eyes off you. You are absolutely shining.”
“Thank you, and you look handsome than ever.”
When she smiled Atul felt the taste of her lips in his mouth. He had kissed them before, and he was sort of unwilling to enjoy it. Now he wanted to press her to him and kiss her right away.
Don't even think about it. He warned himself.
“Let’s go.” He told the driver and they were out on the road very soon.
“Thank you deciding to stay.”
She touched his hand.
Their destination was farther than Atul had thought. And Saturday night’s traffic made it further difficult but they made it. It was a violin concert and Ridhima was surprised.
"How did you know?"
"It was a guess. I had a memory of seeing a violin album cover at your home. I betted on it."
The concert turned out to be spectacular. Ridhima was very happy in the end.
"Thank you so much for bringing me here!"
She hugged him tightly. "I never thought this would be so amazing in real!"
After the concert Atul took her to a nearby place. The club was overcrowded and they were denied entry.
“Members only, sir.” Was the response.
“I am paying.”
He argued.
“It’s not about payment, but space.”
Though it was a letdown, Ridhima was far from disappointed. She grabbed his arm.
“Let’s try somewhere else.”
But it was not easy as they couldn't find a cab. They were on the roads, Atul busy checking with apps of OLA and Uber, when a car stopped in front of them. A man stepped out of it.
“Hello Atul. And Ridhima!”
The Dwayne Johnson was standing there. His burgundy shaded hair shone in the red and blue light.
“Maniesh. What a surprise, we met again.”
Atul extended and Maniesh hugged him. He was oversized by his beefy muscles and for a moment Atul imagined him lying on top of his wife. He would crush her with his brutal power. Of course he is unmarried. Whoever it is, She’s lucky. He’s yet to find her. He thought.
Maniesh turned to Ridhima. He looked up at the ceiling and then at her face.
“When did you land?”
She smiled at the joke.
“I just landed.”
“Guess I missed it.”
He said and hugged her.
“You are nothing short of a supermodel, Ridhima. You look absolutely stunning.”
Ridhima accepted all the compliments graciously.
“And you still look the Rock. I hope somebody may trip into your hands tonight too.”
As Maniesh was having this chat with her, Atul found his strong built body and his brooding personality overwhelming. He cannot be a wanderer. And he must be straight out of gym. He decided.
I should also hit gym someday. Maybe I will get some tips from him later. He thought jovially.
Maniesh spoke to Atul like a close friend. And he was ready to help them.
"This is the third time we're bumping into each other, and it's too much for coincidence. We are destined to be closer than what we think. We need to celebrate it."
He figured and took them to another night club.
It also was overcrowded. But that was the fun. Atul got eyes from a dozen attractive girls within ten minutes of their arrival. He was overwhelmed by the boldness many of them bore.
Sorry, girls. Atul said in his mind.
Ridhima was having a small talk with Maniesh.
“Are you choosing to be alone tonight, too?”
Atul heard her asking and wondered how she knew he was alone last night.
“I am always looking for peace. But some people around here are too tempting to ignore.”
Nice place to seek peace. Atul thought as he eyed at a girl in the orange blouse a few feet away from him. Her cleavage was on full display.
While Atul was busy telling a story to Maniesh at the counter, a man had approached Ridhima. He gave them a scornful look and left.
“Who was that?”
Atul asked.
“An admirer of beautiful things.”
Ridhima said, smiling.
“What?”
"I was quoting him!"
"How lame...!" Maniesh laughed and then added, “Except for he’s actually true about you.”
They soon had drinks. “Let’s begin.”
They toasted together.
“Can we find a seat? Standing here holding this drink reminds me of my office parties.” Ridhima asked.
Atul found one soon and tey sat down and chatted freely. Ridhima had become quite younger. She talked with enthusiasm and confidence of a teenager. If there was one sight Atul didn't like, it was the sight of other men throwing glance at her. The fact that he was not on a date that Ridhima truly deserved was always on the back of his mind; and it invariably put him off.
He couldn't blame the men; Ridhima was an absolute grab for the night. She was elder than most of the girls and that might have given the men a hope that she might be seeking young blood.
She’s different, guys.
Atul screamed in his mind. When Maniesh was gone to washroom, Ridhima turned to Atul.
"What do you think of him?"
“What are you asking?”
Ridhima gestured at the crowd.
"Do you think he's one of them? Attention-grabbing, needy?'"
"I don't think so. No."
Atul shook his head.
"He's not dying for attention... Why?"
"Maybe he too isn't single."
She quipped.
Atul was surprised that she put Maniesh in the category of himself. He gave her a pregnant look that made her smile.
"What?"
Suddenly someone was calling out his name.
“Atul...! Atul...!”
Atul turned slowly as he heard it second time. A beautiful girl with curly hair, wearing T-shirt with cut open shoulders and torn-knee-jeans stood there.
She smiled as if she knew him very close yet he had no idea.
“I am Harshita. Remember?”
Her eyes widened. She was very excited to see him after so long. He knew her.
“Hey. Harshita. What a surprise!”
He got up and hugged her. Harsh was his buddy when he was in Bangalore whom he hadn’t met since he went to Kuwait. He had no idea his little sister could grow into this.
“You look something else, Harshita, in a nice sense. No wonder I couldn’t recognise you.”
He said.
“What are you doing in Mumbai?”
They both had the same query.
She had been working at an MNC at Mumbai for a year. Atul introduced her to Ridhima.
“Atul used to visit us a lot when he was in Bangalore.”
Harshita told Ridhima. He was now faced with the challenge of introducing Ridhima to Harshita.
Harshita knew he was married.
“Harshita, this is Ridhima; a very good friend of me. Have you heard of Chetak Engineering? Ridhima captains that ship.”
“Well, one of their ships. He’s exaggerating.”
Ridhima was humble.
She and Harshita exchanged baby hugs.
“So, you are just two of you?”
Harshita looked at either of them.
He was in a dilemma on how to make it look like anything but a date, and looked at Ridhima rather helplessly.
“No, there’s one more. He’s around.”
Ridhima looked around. “Well, he’s a stealth machine; can’t find him once he's gone."
She turned to Harshita, “How about you?”
“I am with friends.”
Her friends happened to be two girls as hot as her; Raveena and Rashmi. The former turned out to be the girl Atul had scanned ardently at the entrance. Now he had a closer view of her cleavage despite he was not looking.
“Guys...! Atul was the most handsome among all my brother’s friends.”
That was how Harshita introduced him to them.
“Well, he still is.”
Raveena eyes were fixed at him.
“You guys work at the same place? Can you find me a vacancy please?”
Atul asked.
The girls asked both Atul and Ridhima– especially him - to join them at the dance floor, and he suggestively looked at Ridhima. She blinked at him.
“Go on, join them.”
He knew she was just pretentious. She would never want him to leave her alone.
“It’s not right to leave Ridhima alone here.”
He excused.
“She won’t be alone.”
He heard another voice and it was Maniesh.
“Maniesh!”
Ridhima introduced him to Harshita and her friends. He wasn’t sure whether to like it or not, but he felt it’s better to keep pretending Ridhima was with Maniesh.
“Where have you been?”
Ridhima turned to Maniesh. He just smiled at her and kept his eyes on her, almost intimidating her enough to force her move forward and push him lightly.
“What is it?”
He closed in and told her something He couldn’t hear. She immediately looked away, now clearly intimidated.
A few moments later, the girls had taken on the floor, Maniesh decided to leave. Ridhima stopped him.
“I need a drink.” He snubbed.
He looked at Atul. “Atul is it okay if I bought your date a special drink?”
“Sure.”
He said. When he returned, he had a drink for her.
“What is this?”
“It’s Grey Goose. Taste it.”
Ridhima took a sip.
“It’s different.”
“You got it.”
“Maniesh, can I ask you a favour?”
Ridhima turned to him.
“I am with Atul. But don't mention me as his date in front of those girls.”
He had a long gaze at her.
“Ok. I got it.”
He said slowly.
“So you are not his date. Whose are you then?”
He asked her later.
“It’s up to you.”
She said casually.
He kept his word when Harshita came to him to ask him again to join her.
“Why don't you guys join us there?”
She asked Maniesh and Ridhima. “It’s fun there.”
“Sorry dear. My dress won’t let me dance tonight.”
Ridhima said.
“Why don't you join them, Atul?”
Maniesh looked at him.
“Come on guys; let me finish his drink...”
He looked at his glass. It was empty.
Five minutes later, He was on the dance floor, dancing to a pop number. He matched steps with Harshita in the beginning, but soon it was Raveena who engaged him. She was not only a good dancer but also very much into him.
“You are doing great.”
He said. She grabbed his hands and laughed aloud.
“Thank you.”
Very soon she had her both arms wrapped around his neck.
“Let’s take a break.”
He suggested later. They moved to the counter. It was overcrowded.
“Wait here.”
Raveena disappeared into the crowd and returned with a drink before he could track her moves.
“Sorry I could manage only one.”
“How did you do this?”
He wondered.
“Smartness!”
She handed him the glass.
“Ladies first!”
He said.
“Alright...”
She took a long sip and then Atul finished it.
“Woo...!”
She covertly threw the glass aside, under a decorative bush and hugged him.
“You know why I am hugging you?”
“Why?”
“Because I find you very cute.”
She said and the next thing Atul knew was her mouth over his lips. He froze. She looked into his eyes.
He knew that she knew that he was married. And it was okay. He kissed her back; this time longer and thicker.
“What about the power blackout?”
“It’s been restored. It’s no problem now.”
“Thank God!”
“Everything is alright.”
“Thank you so much baby.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Atul had pulled it off. He found his steps steady enough while he walked back.
And he had no idea what he was walking into.
Atul phoned Ridhima right away and she answered on the first ring.
“I was wondering when you would call. Are you on board?”
“No, actually I stayed.”
“What?”
He wished if he could to see her reaction.
“I have a friend here; she did me a great favour and I owe her a dinner.”
“Oh, really?”
She asked sceptically.
“You are joking with me. Are you air?”
“Be ready at 7pm. I will come pick you up.”
“Seriously?”
She couldn’t believe him. She did only when he took a selfie and sent it to her.
He lodged in a nearby hotel and unpacked his bag again. He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers over the bed sheet. For a moment, he imagined Ridhima lying on it, her body naked. She would smile at him and he would climb on top of her. She would spread her legs for him and then they would make love. Atul smiled at the thought.
I'm just thinking.
When he went to washroom, he found his hardness too strong to ignore. He closed his eyes and imagined Ridhima and him in bed. He stroked his dick slowly and let his imagination take over. He saw her writhing under him.
Atul. Make love to me. I belong to you. Fuck me, please.
He stroked harder and faster until he shot a heavy load of cum with a slight groan. He panted.
Initially he felt regret but then he felt relieved. He felt better. He took shower again.
When He began to dress he thought about Anvita.
She would never forgive him. He was sure.
Only if she knew. There was no way she would find out.
He wore the new blazer and casuals with matching jeans that he had bought on the way back to the hotel. He had stepped up his wardrobe based on the hope of a pay rise. It was inevitable, riding on the new deal with Chetak engineering. It would set off another set of valuable orders for the company, he hoped. The bigger and the better.
He picked up Ridhima as promised. When she walked over to the car, he sat staring at her, without blinking.
White and blue seemed to be her favourite shades. This time she wore a white and blue slit dress. Sleeveless and body-hugging, it drew out contours of her body and revealed the glowing skin of one of her legs as she walked slowly. He imagined her naked in bed and then regretted instantly. He watched breathlessly as she sat in.
“Hi.”
She said. She had put on makeup; lips were red, eyes darkened with eye shadow; He noticed them even in the dim light.
“I can't take my eyes off you. You are absolutely shining.”
“Thank you, and you look handsome than ever.”
When she smiled Atul felt the taste of her lips in his mouth. He had kissed them before, and he was sort of unwilling to enjoy it. Now he wanted to press her to him and kiss her right away.
Don't even think about it. He warned himself.
“Let’s go.” He told the driver and they were out on the road very soon.
“Thank you deciding to stay.”
She touched his hand.
Their destination was farther than Atul had thought. And Saturday night’s traffic made it further difficult but they made it. It was a violin concert and Ridhima was surprised.
"How did you know?"
"It was a guess. I had a memory of seeing a violin album cover at your home. I betted on it."
The concert turned out to be spectacular. Ridhima was very happy in the end.
"Thank you so much for bringing me here!"
She hugged him tightly. "I never thought this would be so amazing in real!"
After the concert Atul took her to a nearby place. The club was overcrowded and they were denied entry.
“Members only, sir.” Was the response.
“I am paying.”
He argued.
“It’s not about payment, but space.”
Though it was a letdown, Ridhima was far from disappointed. She grabbed his arm.
“Let’s try somewhere else.”
But it was not easy as they couldn't find a cab. They were on the roads, Atul busy checking with apps of OLA and Uber, when a car stopped in front of them. A man stepped out of it.
“Hello Atul. And Ridhima!”
The Dwayne Johnson was standing there. His burgundy shaded hair shone in the red and blue light.
“Maniesh. What a surprise, we met again.”
Atul extended and Maniesh hugged him. He was oversized by his beefy muscles and for a moment Atul imagined him lying on top of his wife. He would crush her with his brutal power. Of course he is unmarried. Whoever it is, She’s lucky. He’s yet to find her. He thought.
Maniesh turned to Ridhima. He looked up at the ceiling and then at her face.
“When did you land?”
She smiled at the joke.
“I just landed.”
“Guess I missed it.”
He said and hugged her.
“You are nothing short of a supermodel, Ridhima. You look absolutely stunning.”
Ridhima accepted all the compliments graciously.
“And you still look the Rock. I hope somebody may trip into your hands tonight too.”
As Maniesh was having this chat with her, Atul found his strong built body and his brooding personality overwhelming. He cannot be a wanderer. And he must be straight out of gym. He decided.
I should also hit gym someday. Maybe I will get some tips from him later. He thought jovially.
Maniesh spoke to Atul like a close friend. And he was ready to help them.
"This is the third time we're bumping into each other, and it's too much for coincidence. We are destined to be closer than what we think. We need to celebrate it."
He figured and took them to another night club.
It also was overcrowded. But that was the fun. Atul got eyes from a dozen attractive girls within ten minutes of their arrival. He was overwhelmed by the boldness many of them bore.
Sorry, girls. Atul said in his mind.
Ridhima was having a small talk with Maniesh.
“Are you choosing to be alone tonight, too?”
Atul heard her asking and wondered how she knew he was alone last night.
“I am always looking for peace. But some people around here are too tempting to ignore.”
Nice place to seek peace. Atul thought as he eyed at a girl in the orange blouse a few feet away from him. Her cleavage was on full display.
While Atul was busy telling a story to Maniesh at the counter, a man had approached Ridhima. He gave them a scornful look and left.
“Who was that?”
Atul asked.
“An admirer of beautiful things.”
Ridhima said, smiling.
“What?”
"I was quoting him!"
"How lame...!" Maniesh laughed and then added, “Except for he’s actually true about you.”
They soon had drinks. “Let’s begin.”
They toasted together.
“Can we find a seat? Standing here holding this drink reminds me of my office parties.” Ridhima asked.
Atul found one soon and tey sat down and chatted freely. Ridhima had become quite younger. She talked with enthusiasm and confidence of a teenager. If there was one sight Atul didn't like, it was the sight of other men throwing glance at her. The fact that he was not on a date that Ridhima truly deserved was always on the back of his mind; and it invariably put him off.
He couldn't blame the men; Ridhima was an absolute grab for the night. She was elder than most of the girls and that might have given the men a hope that she might be seeking young blood.
She’s different, guys.
Atul screamed in his mind. When Maniesh was gone to washroom, Ridhima turned to Atul.
"What do you think of him?"
“What are you asking?”
Ridhima gestured at the crowd.
"Do you think he's one of them? Attention-grabbing, needy?'"
"I don't think so. No."
Atul shook his head.
"He's not dying for attention... Why?"
"Maybe he too isn't single."
She quipped.
Atul was surprised that she put Maniesh in the category of himself. He gave her a pregnant look that made her smile.
"What?"
Suddenly someone was calling out his name.
“Atul...! Atul...!”
Atul turned slowly as he heard it second time. A beautiful girl with curly hair, wearing T-shirt with cut open shoulders and torn-knee-jeans stood there.
She smiled as if she knew him very close yet he had no idea.
“I am Harshita. Remember?”
Her eyes widened. She was very excited to see him after so long. He knew her.
“Hey. Harshita. What a surprise!”
He got up and hugged her. Harsh was his buddy when he was in Bangalore whom he hadn’t met since he went to Kuwait. He had no idea his little sister could grow into this.
“You look something else, Harshita, in a nice sense. No wonder I couldn’t recognise you.”
He said.
“What are you doing in Mumbai?”
They both had the same query.
She had been working at an MNC at Mumbai for a year. Atul introduced her to Ridhima.
“Atul used to visit us a lot when he was in Bangalore.”
Harshita told Ridhima. He was now faced with the challenge of introducing Ridhima to Harshita.
Harshita knew he was married.
“Harshita, this is Ridhima; a very good friend of me. Have you heard of Chetak Engineering? Ridhima captains that ship.”
“Well, one of their ships. He’s exaggerating.”
Ridhima was humble.
She and Harshita exchanged baby hugs.
“So, you are just two of you?”
Harshita looked at either of them.
He was in a dilemma on how to make it look like anything but a date, and looked at Ridhima rather helplessly.
“No, there’s one more. He’s around.”
Ridhima looked around. “Well, he’s a stealth machine; can’t find him once he's gone."
She turned to Harshita, “How about you?”
“I am with friends.”
Her friends happened to be two girls as hot as her; Raveena and Rashmi. The former turned out to be the girl Atul had scanned ardently at the entrance. Now he had a closer view of her cleavage despite he was not looking.
“Guys...! Atul was the most handsome among all my brother’s friends.”
That was how Harshita introduced him to them.
“Well, he still is.”
Raveena eyes were fixed at him.
“You guys work at the same place? Can you find me a vacancy please?”
Atul asked.
The girls asked both Atul and Ridhima– especially him - to join them at the dance floor, and he suggestively looked at Ridhima. She blinked at him.
“Go on, join them.”
He knew she was just pretentious. She would never want him to leave her alone.
“It’s not right to leave Ridhima alone here.”
He excused.
“She won’t be alone.”
He heard another voice and it was Maniesh.
“Maniesh!”
Ridhima introduced him to Harshita and her friends. He wasn’t sure whether to like it or not, but he felt it’s better to keep pretending Ridhima was with Maniesh.
“Where have you been?”
Ridhima turned to Maniesh. He just smiled at her and kept his eyes on her, almost intimidating her enough to force her move forward and push him lightly.
“What is it?”
He closed in and told her something He couldn’t hear. She immediately looked away, now clearly intimidated.
A few moments later, the girls had taken on the floor, Maniesh decided to leave. Ridhima stopped him.
“I need a drink.” He snubbed.
He looked at Atul. “Atul is it okay if I bought your date a special drink?”
“Sure.”
He said. When he returned, he had a drink for her.
“What is this?”
“It’s Grey Goose. Taste it.”
Ridhima took a sip.
“It’s different.”
“You got it.”
“Maniesh, can I ask you a favour?”
Ridhima turned to him.
“I am with Atul. But don't mention me as his date in front of those girls.”
He had a long gaze at her.
“Ok. I got it.”
He said slowly.
“So you are not his date. Whose are you then?”
He asked her later.
“It’s up to you.”
She said casually.
He kept his word when Harshita came to him to ask him again to join her.
“Why don't you guys join us there?”
She asked Maniesh and Ridhima. “It’s fun there.”
“Sorry dear. My dress won’t let me dance tonight.”
Ridhima said.
“Why don't you join them, Atul?”
Maniesh looked at him.
“Come on guys; let me finish his drink...”
He looked at his glass. It was empty.
Five minutes later, He was on the dance floor, dancing to a pop number. He matched steps with Harshita in the beginning, but soon it was Raveena who engaged him. She was not only a good dancer but also very much into him.
“You are doing great.”
He said. She grabbed his hands and laughed aloud.
“Thank you.”
Very soon she had her both arms wrapped around his neck.
“Let’s take a break.”
He suggested later. They moved to the counter. It was overcrowded.
“Wait here.”
Raveena disappeared into the crowd and returned with a drink before he could track her moves.
“Sorry I could manage only one.”
“How did you do this?”
He wondered.
“Smartness!”
She handed him the glass.
“Ladies first!”
He said.
“Alright...”
She took a long sip and then Atul finished it.
“Woo...!”
She covertly threw the glass aside, under a decorative bush and hugged him.
“You know why I am hugging you?”
“Why?”
“Because I find you very cute.”
She said and the next thing Atul knew was her mouth over his lips. He froze. She looked into his eyes.
He knew that she knew that he was married. And it was okay. He kissed her back; this time longer and thicker.
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