Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

"And one more thing," Aryan said, "You don't have to pay me anymore for any work that I do for you."
Meera suddenly got worried, "Why?" she asked, "Your work is not easy and you deserve to be paid."
"Maybe I do, but never at the cost of this," Aryan said touching her bruises, "I can only imagine the pain...I can't be doing this to you, Meera. If this is how you are making money, I really can't take it. My conscience won't let me."
"Hey Aryan...It's.." Meera said.
"This is not open to discussion," Aryan said, "My word is final on this matter, take it or leave it."
Meera's eyes filled with tears. She was touched at how deep his understanding was.
"You know Aryan, I feel so connected to you. But I hardly know you, sometimes I wish I knew more about you," Meera said snuggling closer to him.
"Well," Aryan said, "You know my name, you know where I live, what I do, you have my contact details...what more do you wanna know?"
"I don't know," she said, "Maybe something more..."
"Well," Aryan said, "I am 26 years old, I am a vegetarian, I love sports, cricket especially, I used to play basketball in my college days, I listen to rock music, I love to travel, I smoke and drink occasionally and I really love ginger tea and vanilla ice-cream."
Meera smiled and kissed him.
"I mean the real stuff," Meera said, "I mean about your family, and how did you end up in this profession..."
"I don't have a family, Meera," Aryan said, "I live alone and I do this work because the pay is damn good."
"What about a girlfriend?" Meera said, teasing him, "You've got this tattoo of the letter 'S' on your wrist. Does her name start with S?"
"This is S just for my last name, Sinha," Aryan said.
"Liar, liar pants on fire," Meera said cheerfully, "Don't tell me a devilishly handsome guy like you with these super cute dimples doesn't have a girlfriend!"
"Would you believe me if I told you I was gay?" Aryan replied with a naughty smile.
Meera laughed aloud, "You are not gay, Aryan!" she said.
"How do you know?" Aryan said playfully, "How many gays do you actually know Meera?"
"Well," she snuggled close and whispered in his ear, "Gays are not this good at eating pussy."
She blushed and rolled over. Aryan smiled and pulled her closer and kissed her neck and shoulder breathing in her scent.
"Aryan..." Meera spoke with hesitation, "There's something I wanted to share with you..."
"Go on," Aryan said calmly as he ran his fingers through her silken hair.