Thriller The Impact of Lust (Completed)

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Episode 17

They were in a tight embrace, kissing passionately. She let his tongue probe her mouth not for the first time. He had his hand inside her blouse as he was gently squeezing her breast as he kissed her. The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes before they came up for air. She did try to stop him from undoing the buttons of her blouse but he could not figure out if it was just token resistance or that she really wanted to prevent him from doing it. Anyway, he had succeeded in getting the top three buttons undone.  Her two mounds and the cleavage were visible to him through the opening. The light milk with coffee coloured skin was very attractive to see against the black bra she was wearing. Her cheeks reddened as she blushed seeing the naked hunger in his eyes as his eyes devoured her exposed beauty.

 
Neela pulled Poorvith’s head up and by doing that his eyes too away from her cleavage. “You are getting from bad to worse you know that,” she said with a smile.
 
“What can I do, you are so beautiful I can’t resist you,” he replied saying all the right words that would melt her heart.
 
She looked at him lovingly. “Mr.Poorvith your eyes only seems to be staring at one place so you only mean that is it, you rascal.”
 
“No Mrs Poorvith, you are beautiful all over, it’s just that I don’t get to see your full beauty. You are too strict you know that.”
 
Him calling her Mrs. Poorvith gladdened her heart enormously but there was also a tinge of fear. Can this actually become a reality? Would his family accept someone like her, from a middle-class background, to be the daughter in law? Should she have accepted the love of someone like him who was way above her station in life, knowing the problems that could arise. Even if somehow Poorvith was very stubborn and insisted to marry her, how would they treat her after the marriage. Would she be verbally tortured or hurt by the family’s dismissive attitude towards her? Surely their thinking would be is that she got her hooks on him because of his wealth. That she was nothing but a gold digger. She truly loved Poorvith as a person. He was caring and decent person. She wished that he too had been from a middle-class background like her so that she could truly be happy without all these fears and doubts.
 
“Poorvith, do you really think there is a future for us? I’m scared this cannot happen, that I am just fooling myself.”
 
Seeing the deep concern in her eyes, he gently kissed her on her lips. “Darling, don’t ever think that. I’m very serious about you and nothing is going to stop you becoming my wife .. even if I have to forsake my family and renounce my inheritance.”
 
Tears welled up in her eyes. She could see that this was genuine and not just words spoken by him just to seduce her. “No, darling, that shouldn’t happen. You should not become estranged from your family just because of me. That won’t make me happy to see you suffer. I’d rather give you up that see you hurt in any way.
 
Once again his reason for loving her so much was reinforced. She was not like the shallow social butterflies in his usual circle of lady friends. All they cared about was shopping, partying and gossiping. From that group how many of them would be sincere or true t their partners he did not know or care. Neela was different. She was intelligent and caring person. The way she treated her patients in the government hospital where she was doing her house surgency was proof of that. She was empathetic to their suffering. She treated them with kindness. This was precisely what had attracted him to her when he met her for the first time, not her beauty, though she being a very good-looking woman helped too. He had represented his business organisation on one of their charity cum publicity event in the government hospital. They had sponsored food and other goodies for the very poor and destitute patients undergoing treatment in the hospital. This was where he had seen her first. What had got his attention at first was how attractive she was but that alone would not have sustained his attention for long. He has been around glamorous women all his life. He was not going to be smitten by looks alone but he was impressed when he saw her interaction with the patients. No arrogance whatsoever, always speaking with a smile on the face, listening to patients with patience as they complained about what ailed them. What had started as friendship soon turned to love.
 
“I will feel hurt and lost, only if you were not in my life,” he told her sincerely.
“I love you so much Poorvith, I just don’t want you to be troubled.”
“You don’t worry Neela, nothing in this world can stop you from becoming my wife.”
 
Apart from all this another of Neela’s worries was her brother Vajendra. He had a very poor opinion of the wealthy and their trustability. She was afraid that he would raise objections too. She tried to forgot all this as Poorvith started kissing her again. He soon had her bra pushed up and exposed her tits. He started kissing and sucking on her nipple. This was as far as she had allowed him to go. He took her hand and placed it on the swelling in his pants. She let him suck on her boob as she squeezed his raging hardon. She let him carry on for another five minutes before she brought a halt to it.
 
She adjusted her bra and put the buttons on back in her blouse. Okay baby, times up I’ve got to go,” Neela said as she attempted to get out from the car.
 
“You are very wicked. You have no mercy for me,” he said looking at her pitifully.
Neela’s heart went out to him. She felt bad leaving him suffering like this. She had been strict that nothing will take place till after their marriage. She could at least have given him a handjob as he had begged her before but she still was very shy. She had never gone to this extent with anyone before.
 
“I’m so sorry darling I’ve got to go to the ward. I’m already late,” Neela said as she held his face in her two palms and gave him a loving kiss.
She got out from the car and leaned forward to the window to say bye. Her heart was filled with love as she saw his face, filled with disappointment and his need for her. “Bye, dear. I love you.” She gave him a dazzling smile as she walked away.
That smile was enough to wash away the longing in his heart. He drove off to his office in a more cheerful mood than just a few minutes ago. 
 
Everything had gone on better than expected for Arun. The exchanged had between the smugglers and Balveer’s men had gone on smoothly. They waited for the smugglers boat to sail away before they ambushed Balveer’s men. The element of surprise was on Arun and his men’s side. They had sneaked up on Balveer’s men as they were loading the goods in the booth of their cars. They shot two of the men before they became aware of anything wrong going on. The sound of gunfire was muffled by the thick cloth wrapped around the nozzle of their guns. The other two men surrendered as they realised they were surrounded and out numbered and their assailants had the drop on them. Two of Arun’s men drove off the already loaded cars belonging to Balveer’s men to their own warehouse which happened to be not far away from that spot. Arun called his own boat to come to the place where they were.  They got Balveer’s men to get the two dead bodies on to the boat. They were a few kilometres off the shore before the other two Balveer’ men were also shot and killed. Their bodies were weighed down and disposed of in the sea never to be found again.
 
Arun called Gowranga on his phone. “Everything went off better than expected. We’ve highjacked their goods and have taken to our warehouse.”
 
Gowranga was very pleased. Arun was proving an able replacement for his brother Bogan. Maybe he had made a mistake in underestimating him.
“Excellent, what about Balveer’s men?”
“They are taken care of. They’ve got a nice resting place in the seabed.”
“They can be retaliation from Balveer, we’ve got to be on the alert,” Gowranga said, the worry evident in his voice.
How did this fellow ever become the boss of this organisation Arun thought to himself? It was probably because of his brother Bogan. His brother had been with Gowranga from the beginning as his crime organisation was taking shape. Bogan was the bloody henchmen who kept the other men in line and led the violent campaign in getting rid of Gowranga’s rivals and establishing Gowranga as the head. Bogan had the raw courage and violence needed but not the brains. He was willing to play second fiddle to Gowranga who was deemed the more intelligent and the one to deal with corrupt officials, security officer and politicians.
 
“I’m not like my brother,” Arun thought to himself,” I’m not going to settle for less than I deserve.” Arun thought of Gowranga as a weakling but he nevertheless had to bide his time. There were still men loyal to Gowranga.
 
“Balveer won’t know what happened. His men are not going to come back to tell him anything. We’ll completely break up their cars till there is nothing more than scraps. For all we know he may even suspect his men had double crossed him and got away with the drugs. He could suspect they had moved to another state even and enjoying their ill-gotten loot.”
 
Arun knew without definitive evidence Balveer wouldn’t start anything but you can never know with people like him. He needed to strengthen his own standing before he can square up to the likes of Balveer.
 
Prakash was having a quiet lunch in a posh restaurant. He was in a very good mood. He had just had very satisfying sex with Mounika that morning. That too in his own bedroom with his totally unaware mother keeping guard for lovemaking session. That this would carry on for quite sometime was certain now. He was confident he could charm Sandhya so that he could continue to bed her mother. Mounika had been especially passionate this morning. The pleasure of her sucking and the way her tight cunt muscles milked his love pole still lingered on in his mind even now.
 
Prakash looked up from his food as some greeted him,” Hi, Prakash, fancy seeing you here.”
He couldn’t immediately recognise the woman standing in front of him though her face looked familiar.
“Don’t you remember me Prakash? Oh, how disappointing,” the woman pouted sexily.
Then it suddenly came to his mind. He had been introduced to her in one of the parties but for the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. His mind had been preoccupied with Mounika for him to pay attention to her.
“This is embarrassing, I can’t recall her name,” he mumbled to himself.
“Oh hi, aunty, sorry I was a little distracted,” Prakash tried to cover up his embarrassment.
“Well won’t you ask me to sit down?” she said pulling up a chair even as he was replying.
“Where’s my manners .. please, sit down aunty,” Prakash politely replied.
“Another thing, don’t call me aunty .. do I look that old?”
“No .. no of course not,” Prakash stammered.
“Just call me Premavathi .. better still just Prema,” she said smiling at him brightly.
 
Premavathi was delighted to have chanced upon the handsome young son of Divya’s. She just happened to have come for lunch there too. Prakash was very grateful that she had voluntarily told her name because his mind was still a blank as far as her name was concerned. Now that she told her name more remembrance came flooding back to his mind. She was Mrs. Yogeshvar, a prominent businessman in the city. She of the low-cut blouses and low hip sarees. She was fairly attractive woman though not outstandingly so like his beloved Mounika.
 
“Sure Prema, sorry I didn’t recognise you at first.”
“It’s okay. Anyway, that’s better calling me Prema, being called aunty makes me feel old.”
Prakash could only smile to that.
“If you don’t mind asking, how old are you now Prakash?” she asked impulsively.
“I’m 28, why do you ask?”
“See, I’m not much older than you, I’m 35,” she said reducing her age by three.
Prakash realised she was flirting with him. He got that sometime from older women who seemed to be attracted to younger men. Though to be fair the opposite was also true. Many younger men seemed to be fascinated with older women. He was a case in point with Mounika.
 
“Would like to join me for lunch?” he asked her politely.
“Why thank you Prakash, I would be delighted.” This was the chance for her to get friendly and close to him. She would have to use all her womanly wiles and charms if she was to get him into her bed. She looked at him with hunger in her eyes like a predator eyeing its prey.