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10. Meeting Mrs. Aishwarya rai bachan 

 
You are a courier for a delivery service. You spend your day running around the city, delivering high value items or important messages to high profile clients. It is a decent gig, and the pay is good, but it doesn't leave a lot of free time. Checking in with your supervisor, he hands you a large envelope and a custody chain form. You sign the form acknowledging receipt of the package and look at the address... Not too far away, and it is to be delivered directly to Mrs. Aishwarya rai bachan. "Huh," you mutter. "This should be interesting..."
 

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Across town, Aishwarya Rai is fuming. Pacing back and forth in the office she is renting while her staff plans her new movie project, she clenches her fists as she talks to her lead PR rep.
 
" I'VE HAD IT!" Aishwarya bellowed. "I'm tired of Abishek, it was bad enough that he knocked up our own maid’s daughter and we had to hire that private investigator to cover it up, but then he has to sleep with that mallu bitch Nithya menon? He needs to GO!"
 
Her personal assistant listened patiently to the rant and immediately launched into damage control mode. "Listen, mam, I understand... but you are in a bad position. As the darling of the far right, but your husband’s parents are very conservative, very cultural and VERY good hearted people... doing anything other than a good wife to your husband will kill any hopes you have for future. Divorce and separation are out of the question."
 
Pausing by her desk, Aishwarya slammed her fist onto the surface as her shoulders shook with rage. "So I have to forgive all his faults... is that what you are saying?"
 
" Basically..." her assistant shrugged as she stood up. "Listen, I'll make sure this stays out of the papers... press people don’t want this advertised any more than you do. I suggest you take a few days break and to unwind somewhere. The last time you were this upset is how the filmfare interview occurred, remember?"
 
Aishwarya nodded her head as her aid left the room. Walking around the desk, she took a seat at her chair and leaned back.
 
"I swear to God..." Aishwarya muttered. "Todd pulls this shit one more time and I'm gonna fuck the first guy I see."
 

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Stepping out of the elevator, you head down to the suite of offices being rented out by the Aishwarya Rai trust. After talking to one of the staffers, you are shown to Aishwarya's office where the former miss world was sitting at her desk.
 
"Ms. Rai, you have a delivery." Announced the aide. As the receptionist closed the door, you walked across the room and handed her the envelope.
 
"Sorry to disturb you, Ma'am, instructions were to deliver to you only. If you could just sign..."
 
You attempted to have Rai sign the delivery confirmation, but she showed no signs of acknowledging you. Her entire attention was focused on opening the envelope and reviewing the contents.

 
The envelope was from Rahul, a private eye she kept on retainer to look after Abishek. The envelope was stuff with surveillance pictures of Abishek dressed in a Sailor Moon outfit taking it in the ass from a young female staffer with a strap-on. Aishwarya stood up sharply and tossed the pictures across the floor.
 
"THAT SON OF A BITCH!"
 
Beginning to get uncomfortable, you tried again to complete your task. "Um, Ma'am, if I could just get you to sign this form..."
 
Storming over around the desk, Aishwarya rips the clipboard from your hand, hastily signs the receipt, and slams it back into your chest.
 
"Thank you, Ma'am..." You hold off on adding the 'have a pleasant day', being as you don't think it will be well received and start heading for the door. As you reach for the handle, you hear Aishwarya say, "Wait..." You turn around and see Aishwarya sizing you up. Wearing a white blazer, red skirt, white pantyhose and high heels, she stands aggressively with her fists planted on her ample hips. The blazer hugs her waist and clings to her breasts as they heave with pent up frustration and anger.

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