26-06-2022, 09:32 AM
The Story of Meera Ch. 04
"You look stunning," Adil approached Meera as she was putting on her makeup.
Meera finished putting on her lipstick and stood up to face him. She smiled at him, and Adil was mesmerized for a moment. She was wearing a pastel pink-colored saree with a mild shimmer to the fabric. She completed her look with light makeup and a brown lipstick and let her beautiful hair hang down her shoulders.
"So, this client," Adil said, composing himself, "He seems nice...but there's something off about him. I mean, he is too nice. I sense this guy has a sadistic streak. I really don't know what he is going to do, but I am not getting a good feeling about him. Just a heads up, ok?"
"As long as he doesn't kill me," Meera said with a smile, "I'll be fine."
"Take care," Adil said as he walked her to the car that would take her to the hotel where the client was waiting.
Meera walked up to his room. The man opened the door for her. He was a charming man, tall, fair and handsome in his early forties. He had a classy aura about him. He greeted her politely and led her inside.
"Would the lady care for a drink?" he asked as he poured himself some scotch.
"I'm fine," she said, "Thank you."
"Oh no, I insist," he said, pouring her a glass, "Drinking alone is no fun."
Meera reluctantly held the glass and took a sip.
"What's your name?" the man asked with an irresistible charm.
"Natasha," Meera replied.
"I mean your real name," the man asked.
"You can call me whatever you wish Sir," Meera replied with a nervous smile.
"So, you don't wanna tell me," the man said with a sly smile, "I guess, we'll have to do with Natasha for now. You are beautiful Natasha...and I mean it, you have this interesting innocence of your face. I would only pray that it stays that way forever. Btw, call me Siddharth. That's my name."
"Thank you, Siddharth," Meera replied nervously.
"Why are you nervous?" he asked.
Meera didn't know what to say. The man sensed her hesitation and walked up to her. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently lifted her in his arms and started walking towards the bed.
"Don't be afraid," he said lovingly touching her cheek, "I won't make you do anything that you don't want to. I am a lonely man and I just wanted company for the night you know, something we both would enjoy. I really love seeing a smile on my partner's face, it makes me feel good."
Meera relaxed a bit. But Adil's warning was still ringing in her ears. This man was too nice.
He dimmed the lights of the room and undressed himself and got on top of her. He started showering her with kisses. Meera closed her eyes and moaned.
"I know it is difficult," he said, "to actually 'feel' anything with making love to a stranger, but when I think of you as more than just a body, I feel like I can connect with you."
"You look stunning," Adil approached Meera as she was putting on her makeup.
Meera finished putting on her lipstick and stood up to face him. She smiled at him, and Adil was mesmerized for a moment. She was wearing a pastel pink-colored saree with a mild shimmer to the fabric. She completed her look with light makeup and a brown lipstick and let her beautiful hair hang down her shoulders.
"So, this client," Adil said, composing himself, "He seems nice...but there's something off about him. I mean, he is too nice. I sense this guy has a sadistic streak. I really don't know what he is going to do, but I am not getting a good feeling about him. Just a heads up, ok?"
"As long as he doesn't kill me," Meera said with a smile, "I'll be fine."
"Take care," Adil said as he walked her to the car that would take her to the hotel where the client was waiting.
Meera walked up to his room. The man opened the door for her. He was a charming man, tall, fair and handsome in his early forties. He had a classy aura about him. He greeted her politely and led her inside.
"Would the lady care for a drink?" he asked as he poured himself some scotch.
"I'm fine," she said, "Thank you."
"Oh no, I insist," he said, pouring her a glass, "Drinking alone is no fun."
Meera reluctantly held the glass and took a sip.
"What's your name?" the man asked with an irresistible charm.
"Natasha," Meera replied.
"I mean your real name," the man asked.
"You can call me whatever you wish Sir," Meera replied with a nervous smile.
"So, you don't wanna tell me," the man said with a sly smile, "I guess, we'll have to do with Natasha for now. You are beautiful Natasha...and I mean it, you have this interesting innocence of your face. I would only pray that it stays that way forever. Btw, call me Siddharth. That's my name."
"Thank you, Siddharth," Meera replied nervously.
"Why are you nervous?" he asked.
Meera didn't know what to say. The man sensed her hesitation and walked up to her. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently lifted her in his arms and started walking towards the bed.
"Don't be afraid," he said lovingly touching her cheek, "I won't make you do anything that you don't want to. I am a lonely man and I just wanted company for the night you know, something we both would enjoy. I really love seeing a smile on my partner's face, it makes me feel good."
Meera relaxed a bit. But Adil's warning was still ringing in her ears. This man was too nice.
He dimmed the lights of the room and undressed himself and got on top of her. He started showering her with kisses. Meera closed her eyes and moaned.
"I know it is difficult," he said, "to actually 'feel' anything with making love to a stranger, but when I think of you as more than just a body, I feel like I can connect with you."
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