13-10-2023, 01:09 PM
Rumours about Mr. Khan's taste for beautiful women circulated the company, fuelling Prasad's fear. He had always kept Meghna hidden from the piercing gaze of his CEO. But the upcoming party gave him no room to keep her concealed. He found himself in the corners of dilemma and fear, looking for an excuse to skip the event. But there was none he could find. Attending the party was mandatory, and there was no way out for Prasad.
Meghna had always been a little self-conscious about her clothing choices, which had been limited due to her husband's tight budget. She had never owned any partywear, and her simple red chiffon saree was the best she could manage.
Upon reaching the venue, she immediately noticed Prasad's boss, Khan. A man of impeccable taste and power, he had the audacity to turn heads wherever he went. Smiling politely, she greeted him and then quietly slipped away into the female section to join the other wives.
Meghna found comfort and camaraderie among these women. They shared stories and the occasional gossip about their husbands and their antics. It was a breath of fresh air for her; these simple yet meaningful connections she made greatly contrasted from her usual lonely days at home.
Khan called his friends Bilal and Usman. Although in their 40s,they were ogling and rating the women like some teenagers. Khan had already eyed his prize and he instructed Bilal and Usman to be part of his scheme. They circled Prasad and for the first time in five years, praised his work ethic. With devilish smiles, they teased Prasad about his drinking prowess, or the purported lack thereof. Challenged and somewhat tipsy, the obedient employee gave into the pressure and began drinking heavily. Khan then slipped away from the crowd, leaving his friends to ensure Prasad remained occupied.
Khan had noticed Meghna, her simplicity and grace struck him. Ignoring the irrelevant imaginings of his friends, he was intrigued more by her depth than her physical beauty.
He wanted to talk to her, to understand her and maybe, if things fell into place, bring some relieving happiness into her monotonous life.
With a glass of champagne in his hands, he walked over to the female section. He had a charm, an affable ease that made even this invasion appear gentlemanly. Joining the ladies, Khan engaged them in lighthearted banter, making sure to include Meghna in every conversation. While Meghna enjoyed the attention, she knew to tread the line between proprietary and familiarity.
Soon Khan left the female section consisting of cooing ladies. He attempted to maintain an air of casual indifference as he strolled back towards the main party area.
"What an interesting man," giggled Riddhi, Meghna's friend. Her eyes followed Khan's retreating form through the crowd.
"Did you notice, Meghna? He was trying so hard to appear nonchalant, but his gaze was fixed on you the entire time."
Meghna flicked her narrow gaze at Riddhi, quickly dismissing the notion. "Please! He might charm the rest, Riddhi, but he's not my type. I've no intention of entertaining his attention," she said firmly.
But hidden in her words was the flicker of a curiosity tinged with alarm. An unexpected absence caught her attention: her husband. Where was he? Unbeknownst to Meghna, her husband was being cautiously led into an upstairs room by Bilal .
Meghna's husband, lured by the promise of exquisite single malts, found himself drinking heavily with Bilal, each glass he raised making his vision blur a little more, his mind foggy. This was part of a well-woven plot. Their aim was clear: to incapacitate him and to leave Meghna alone and in need of help.
It had been a long night of socializing and celebrations. The night air was thick with the intoxicating appeal of the unknown. As the party crowd slowly began to dwindle, people slipped away quietly into the night hand-in-hand with their loved ones. The leftover champagne bubbles lay stagnant in their abandoned glasses.
The laughter that once echoed across the ceiling dropped to a hush, leaving behind an ominous silence. In the crowd of disappearing people was Meghna. Her laughter had silenced and the smile was replaced with worry lines. Her eyes, once sparkling with thrill and joy, now made frantic searches for her husband, Prasad. She was waiting for him,, but he was nowhere to be found. As she watched her female friends leave with their husbands, a pang of envy pinched her heart. She felt abandoned.
Khan imbibing whiskey from his glass played the silent observer, his keen eyes scanning the crowd; his gaze fell on Meghna. He could see the discomfort clouding her eyes, mirroring the anxiety in her restless movements. He observed, unruffled, while the tension grew as the last of her companions closed the doors behind them.
Alone with a few drunk bachelors, who were oblivious to her predicament, she stood, her misery magnified by the contrast of her surroundings. Khan approached her.
"May I help you?" he asked, his tone a soothing balm to her frenzied nerves.
"I'm looking for my husband," she replied, her voice shaky with pent-up distress. At that moment, the man himself, Prasad, tottered out of a hidden corridor, allowed to leave his confinement by his captor Bilal. His walk was unstable, reflecting his inebriated state. He was a mess.
"Can you drive?" Khan asked, focusing on Meghna who watched Prasad with a mixture of relief and anger.
"No," she replied, her tone showing her resignation.
"No worries," Khan offered, a gentlemanly gesture underneath the mocking gleam in his eyes.
"I will drive you home." Meghna, although grateful, remained reluctant.
"No, we will take an Uber," she countered. But Khan insisted, a stir of challenge kindling in his eyes.
. "It's almost 12 am," Khan said, his voice steady. "Don't worry, I'll drive you."
Meghna had always been a little self-conscious about her clothing choices, which had been limited due to her husband's tight budget. She had never owned any partywear, and her simple red chiffon saree was the best she could manage.
Upon reaching the venue, she immediately noticed Prasad's boss, Khan. A man of impeccable taste and power, he had the audacity to turn heads wherever he went. Smiling politely, she greeted him and then quietly slipped away into the female section to join the other wives.
Meghna found comfort and camaraderie among these women. They shared stories and the occasional gossip about their husbands and their antics. It was a breath of fresh air for her; these simple yet meaningful connections she made greatly contrasted from her usual lonely days at home.
Khan called his friends Bilal and Usman. Although in their 40s,they were ogling and rating the women like some teenagers. Khan had already eyed his prize and he instructed Bilal and Usman to be part of his scheme. They circled Prasad and for the first time in five years, praised his work ethic. With devilish smiles, they teased Prasad about his drinking prowess, or the purported lack thereof. Challenged and somewhat tipsy, the obedient employee gave into the pressure and began drinking heavily. Khan then slipped away from the crowd, leaving his friends to ensure Prasad remained occupied.
Khan had noticed Meghna, her simplicity and grace struck him. Ignoring the irrelevant imaginings of his friends, he was intrigued more by her depth than her physical beauty.
He wanted to talk to her, to understand her and maybe, if things fell into place, bring some relieving happiness into her monotonous life.
With a glass of champagne in his hands, he walked over to the female section. He had a charm, an affable ease that made even this invasion appear gentlemanly. Joining the ladies, Khan engaged them in lighthearted banter, making sure to include Meghna in every conversation. While Meghna enjoyed the attention, she knew to tread the line between proprietary and familiarity.
Soon Khan left the female section consisting of cooing ladies. He attempted to maintain an air of casual indifference as he strolled back towards the main party area.
"What an interesting man," giggled Riddhi, Meghna's friend. Her eyes followed Khan's retreating form through the crowd.
"Did you notice, Meghna? He was trying so hard to appear nonchalant, but his gaze was fixed on you the entire time."
Meghna flicked her narrow gaze at Riddhi, quickly dismissing the notion. "Please! He might charm the rest, Riddhi, but he's not my type. I've no intention of entertaining his attention," she said firmly.
But hidden in her words was the flicker of a curiosity tinged with alarm. An unexpected absence caught her attention: her husband. Where was he? Unbeknownst to Meghna, her husband was being cautiously led into an upstairs room by Bilal .
Meghna's husband, lured by the promise of exquisite single malts, found himself drinking heavily with Bilal, each glass he raised making his vision blur a little more, his mind foggy. This was part of a well-woven plot. Their aim was clear: to incapacitate him and to leave Meghna alone and in need of help.
It had been a long night of socializing and celebrations. The night air was thick with the intoxicating appeal of the unknown. As the party crowd slowly began to dwindle, people slipped away quietly into the night hand-in-hand with their loved ones. The leftover champagne bubbles lay stagnant in their abandoned glasses.
The laughter that once echoed across the ceiling dropped to a hush, leaving behind an ominous silence. In the crowd of disappearing people was Meghna. Her laughter had silenced and the smile was replaced with worry lines. Her eyes, once sparkling with thrill and joy, now made frantic searches for her husband, Prasad. She was waiting for him,, but he was nowhere to be found. As she watched her female friends leave with their husbands, a pang of envy pinched her heart. She felt abandoned.
Khan imbibing whiskey from his glass played the silent observer, his keen eyes scanning the crowd; his gaze fell on Meghna. He could see the discomfort clouding her eyes, mirroring the anxiety in her restless movements. He observed, unruffled, while the tension grew as the last of her companions closed the doors behind them.
Alone with a few drunk bachelors, who were oblivious to her predicament, she stood, her misery magnified by the contrast of her surroundings. Khan approached her.
"May I help you?" he asked, his tone a soothing balm to her frenzied nerves.
"I'm looking for my husband," she replied, her voice shaky with pent-up distress. At that moment, the man himself, Prasad, tottered out of a hidden corridor, allowed to leave his confinement by his captor Bilal. His walk was unstable, reflecting his inebriated state. He was a mess.
"Can you drive?" Khan asked, focusing on Meghna who watched Prasad with a mixture of relief and anger.
"No," she replied, her tone showing her resignation.
"No worries," Khan offered, a gentlemanly gesture underneath the mocking gleam in his eyes.
"I will drive you home." Meghna, although grateful, remained reluctant.
"No, we will take an Uber," she countered. But Khan insisted, a stir of challenge kindling in his eyes.
. "It's almost 12 am," Khan said, his voice steady. "Don't worry, I'll drive you."
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