Misc. Erotica Young Journalist & The Handsome Politician

[manigopal]

Two years ago....
 
“Ladies and Gentlemen, honored guest, parents and students, welcome to the convocation of the batch of 2012.” The princpal addressed the audience.
 
It was my convocation ceremony. I had graduated as an honors student from the top journalism school and this was my time to shine in the limelight. Dressed in the typical black and loose convocation gown, I sat in the 4th row of the auditorium waiting for my name to be called.
 
“Our esteemed guest tonight is a prominent personality in India and the world. He is an Indian with a global perspective, a man known for his scholarly pursuits and also his humanitarian efforts. He is the former Defence Minister and also a successful businessman...Ladies and Gentlemen...please welcome Mr. Uday Singh.” The MC announced the guest of honor and the crown burst into applause.
 
Mr. Uday Singh stood up from his seat in the first row from the front and waved to the crowd before walking up to the stage.
 
“And now..I request Mr. Uday Singh to present the award form excellence in acaemics and extra curricular activies, the student of the course to Ms. Mira Chauhan.” The MC announced my name before the crowd erupted into applause.
 
I stood up, smiling and beaming with happiness. My years of hard work had paid off. I had passed out the most prestigious journalism school and was also declared the the best student from tens who were my classmate. I knew this moment, this award was the push I needed to succeed in my career.
 
I walked up to the stage and stood in front of Mr. Uday Singh who handed me the award and also my degree certificate; a few photos were clicked, hands shaken and I then presented my speech to the audience.
 
 
“Mira....come here child.” My principal called for me.
 
“Yes ma'am.” I replied and started walking across the banquet hall to her. The ceremony was over and now the dinner was served. The parents and the guests indulged in the delicious food on offer and most students, including me got busy getting our photographs taken as the last memories of college days.
 
“Mr. Singh, you met her a few minutes ago but now I would personally introduce you to Mira Chauhan.” My principal said as she introduced me to Mr. Singh. I smiled and lowered my head in courtesy. Mr. Singh smiled back and bowed down himself.
 
“Are you related to Mr. Brijlal Chauhan?” Mr. Singh asked.
 
“Yes...he is my father.” I replied.
 
“Aaahhh...now I remember you. We have met before at the party back in the good old days.” He replied with a sense of nostalgia.
 
“You see her father Mr. Chauhan was the secretary of my department back when we were in power.” He said in turn introducing me to the rest of the group.
 
“How is your father? Enjoying the retirement.” He asked muching on some chicken tikkas served to him.
 
“Yes he is; he couldn't make it here today. He is in the states with my sister; she just had a baby.” I replied. I knew my father would be happy to meet his former boss, I thought.
 
“Aaahh..that is nice. Give him my regards. So the college topper must have received quite a few job offers.” he asked quizzingly.
 
“Aahh...not quiet a few...just a couple....the economy has taken it's toll on every sector, including ours.” I replied with slight sense of disappointment.
 
“Hmmm...that is the sad. This government and it's high handed methods of handling the economy has taken our nation to the dogs. When we were in power, the world suffered the worst economic crisis but our economy was still clocking an impressive growth rate.” He swung into delivering a poltical speech as if in a rally or a news debate. The crowd simply smiled and nodded and so did I along with him, not caring much for his criticism of the government.
 
The rest of the evening I spent with my classmates, taking pictures and signing the year books and then eating a sumptous meal. After a couple of hours, I was about to catch a cab and go home. I had taken off the convocation gown long ago and was now dressed in the cyan colored chudidar and matching leggings. I walked to the college campus, hoping to find a cab at the gate.
 
“Ms. Chauhan, Mr. Singh wants to see you.” A man walked up to me. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and grey trousers with a diary in his hands, he asked me to follow him to the Mercedes standing near then gate. I walked behind him to the car and he opened the door of the car. I saw Mr. Singh sitting inside and smile at me when he saw me. The man gestured me to get in; I hesitated for a second before getting in.
 
“Hello again.” Mr. Singh said extending his hand towards me.
 
“Hello.” I replied with a nervous smile, feeling his large, hard hand gently squeezing mine.
 
“I have called you here because I have known your father for years and he was not just a subordinate to me but a close confidant and a friend too. So I feel a little responsible towards his daughter. You said you have a couple of job offers; have you heard back from them?” He asked me.
 
“I still haven't heard back from them.” Ireplied.
 
“Hmmm...why don't you take this card. Meet this man tomorrow at his office, he'll help you out.” He said as he handed me the business card. I looked at the card and read the name of one of the most prominent newspaper editors in the nation. I looked up at Mr. Singh with disbelief and a deep sense of gratitude.
 
“Thank you...Thank you so much sir.” I said.
 
“You don't have to thank me. Do you want me to drop you home or do you have a ride?” He asked me.
 
“Uhh...actually, I was going to catch a cab before you called me.” I replied.
 
“Okay...then I'll drop you, no worries.” He replied.
 
“Aah...thank you so much but I don't want to impose. I will catch a cab and go home.” I said as I grabbed the latch of the door.
 
“Stop it...you are not imposing. Don't worry, I have enough fuel in the car. I'll drop you; you just sit comfortably and relax.” He said.
 
“Hehe..thanks Mr. Singh.” I repled as I rested against the soft leather seats of the car. Mr. Singh asked me my address and then ordered his driver to take us there.
 
The drive back to my place was quite long. I and Mr. Singh indulged in small talk and he recalled the times and the days when he worked with my father. As he recalled the glory days, I noticed that beyond his smile and suave manners, something very discomforting. I looked at him for a while, the whole time maintaining the charade of a girl charmed off her feet to gauge what he was upto.
 
A few seconds later it hit me. He was't the typical lechorous man but a stealthy cat. He was checking me out! I noticed his subtle glances at my body when he thought I wasn't looking. And why wouldn't he? I was a beautiful, young girl who at the moment was wearing a body hugging dress which accentuated the curves of her fresh 23 year old body.
 
This fresh supple body which had been devoured by a couple of boys and men in the past and which many would want to devour at present, was now the center of attraction of a man as powerful and prominent as Mr. Singh, even though he made all attempts to hide his attraction.
 
“There you are Mira. Is that the building you live in?” He asked me as the car stopped in front of my apartment building.
 
“Yes...I live on the 5th floor.” I replied as I opened the door. Before stepping out of the car, I extended my hand towards him for a shake and he too reciprocated. Minutes ago I had realised how he was admiring my beautiful body and this hand shake after the realisation sent a shiver up my spine. I felt his large hands almost completely engulf my tiny little hand and he squeezed it gently and shook a couple of times.
 
“I hope you do go to the person I just told you about. If you need anything else, this is my card; feel free to call me anytime on my personal line.” He said and handed over me his business card.
 
I thanked him again and stepped out of the car and started walking into my building. Even though I didn't turn back to see him, I could feel his gaze on my supple, tight but, the shapely thighs below and the thin,delicate waise above. Just the thought made me shudder in pleasure. I turned back and waved him goodbye and he left.
 
I had this man hooked on to me like a drug. I could just see in his eyes the intentions to do the most nasty carnal things to me. This wasn't the first time I had been subjected to such looks but it was the first time a man of his stature was desiring a girl like me.
 
Uday Singh was not just a seasoned poltician but a well cultured suave man. Born with a silver spoon to an erstwhile royal family, his father too was a prominent political figure of his time. Raised in castles and mansions of royalty and educated in Oxford and Harvard Law School and worked in organisations of international repute in various important positions; Uday returned to India after his father's death almost 10 years ago.
 
His fahter and their family legacy was such that he didn't need time to climb up the political ladder. He had it all working out for him; a mighty political legacy, high credentials of education and international exposure and most importantly the support of his caste and community. He was elected to the Parliament from his father's seat and was soon made a minister. In a decade old political career he went from being a novice to a political guru and becoming a defence minister of the country, his rapid ascent through the complex labyrinths of poltics in India was impressive and was closely followed by the media.
 
Apart from his political interest, Uday Singh also controlled a vast business empire and by some estimates, his net worth was Rs. 300 crore. He also was the apple of the eye of the fashion and media industry. His charming looks, his impressive physique and stature made him a hit with women and he regularly featured in women's and fashion magazines across the country. For a man who was on the wrong side of the 40's, he was giving the most promising models a run for their money.
 
Standing 6'2”, his height itself was very impressive. From one look at him, one could'nt accurately make out his age. For a man in his late 40's, he was amazingly fit with no ounce of fat around his belly. He was known for being a obsessive gym freak and was known to run marathons.
 
It wasn't just his looks and and power, it was just the way he talked. The sophistication and eloquence in his speech was remarkable. He spoke like a true british educated gentleman, his accent itself was a turn on and his command over english was impeccable.
 
He was the Defence Minister for 3 years before his government collapsed from a no confidence motion put forth by a united opposition. His party lost the motion and the opposition stiched together a loose alliance to form the government. Even though he had lost his ministry, he hadn't lost his power as he became a prominent leader of the new opposition.
 
This man who seemed remarkable had a spark in his eyes when he was looking at me and that gave me a tingle. Did he offer me help with getting a job due his old connections with my dad or was it a reason to get close to me? I wondered about all this as I made my way to my apartment and decided to sleep over it.
 
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