10-02-2023, 05:06 PM
At the same time, Dutt and Reena were sitting at a hotel bar, discussing Mansi.
"The more time I spend with her, the more I see what you initially meant. She is dissatisfied but also repressed and fragile. And she seems very submissive by nature."
"That she is." Reena said. "I know women like this. All their lives, they have been told by men what to do - fathers, brothers, husbands. They have never developed the instinct to assert themselves. If you play it right, the whole game is very easy."
"So...I am meeting her next week. What should be my next step?"
"Hmmm...don't make the ultimate move yet. But push her out of her comfort zone. And try being more dominant."
"More dominant." Dutt nodded.
"Try pushing her into a situation where she is uncomfortable but has to comply to make you happy. And see how she reacts. If she protests vehemently, then don't push her more. But if you sense compliance, even reluctant, you are on track."
"Hmmm." Dutt nodded again.
--
"Another mojito, ma'am?" the waiter asked Mansi as he took her empty glass away.
"Thanks." she took the full glass, standing next to a cocktail table in the shade.
It really was a hot and humid day, and as Dutt had said, these people had organized the event on the roof deck. What were they thinking? This was Mumbai, not Simla. Mansi reached for her handkerchief from the purse and wiped her brow again as she sipped the cocktail. She liked the sweet-sour and mint-filled taste. And the rum used by the caterers was a very smooth one, so she did not feel the alcoholic flavor as much as she had with the champagne.
Dutt glanced at her from across the deck where he was talking to some bankers. He smiled as he saw her sip her third cocktail for the day. He was pleasantly surprised at his easily this innocent woman, who once hadn't even tasted alcohol, was enjoying cocktails in the middle of the day. He excused himself from the conversation and walked over to her.
"Humid, right?" he asked.
"Very!"
"I told you, Mansi, that a sari is not the appropriate attire for a scorching outdoor event like this."
"But that's all I wear." she shrugged, sounding a little buzzed.
"Look at those women." Dutt pointed to a couple of fresh MBA hires networking. "Don't they look comfortable?"
A couple of them were wearing elegant sun dresses and another one was in a formal skirt and blouse.
"Yes, but...I have never...I mean. I would feel so weird."
"You should not be ashamed of your body." Dutt said.
"I am not ashamed of my body." Mansi argued back.
"Then what's the problem? You should wear more western clothes. I am sure your husband would love that."
"My husband?"
"When my wife was alive, and we were younger, I often bought her skirts and shorts and nice western blouses and all." Dutt whispered naughtily. "It used to spice up things in the bedroom."
Mansi blushed a deep shade of red at the reference. Then she thought about what Amar would think if he showed up one day and found her in a short sun dress. Would it really make him more excited in bed? Or would he disapprove?
"Besides, you have such an amazing figure." Dutt pressed on. "Even in the sari, it is obvious. You're like a model or an actress. Or a sculpture."
He gently placed his hand on hers. Even in that hot weather, Mansi got tiny goosebumps at that touch. She was feeling a little flattered and also uncomfortable at the compliments about her figure. She was on her third drink on a mostly empty stomach. And over the previous week, she often found herself thinking about his touch, despite scolding herself about it.
"Please Duttsahab." she pulled her hand away after a few seconds. "You are embarrassing me."
"What is there to be embarrassed about? What did I say that was so wrong?" he said in a slightly hurt voice. "I am sure you must have heard such things from your husband all the time."
"Not...really." she said.
"You mean he doesn't shower you with compliments day in and day out?" Dutt said with exaggerated surprise.
"He is a different kind of man." Mansi laconically said. But she did find herself wondering why her husband never said such nice things.
"For what it's worth, Mansi." Dutt decided to take a small risk and gently stroked her left cheek with the back of his right fingers. "I think you are the most gorgeous woman here."
That made Mansi blush so much that she found herself rooted to her spot. Yet another gentle touch, yet another compliment.
"Thank you." she softly said after a few seconds.
"Anyway, I have to talk to a few more people." Dutt straightened and took a step back. "I see they are putting the food out. Why don't you serve us both a couple of plates and I will meet you at the dining tables over there?"
Before Mansi had fully come to terms with what had just happened, he had walked away. She saw that the spiffily dressed catering staff was indeed putting out a buffet of food in gleaming silver trays. She finished the mojito in three big sips and headed towards the buffet to serve food for her boss. Is that what he was, she asked herself, her boss? Or was there something more?
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"The more time I spend with her, the more I see what you initially meant. She is dissatisfied but also repressed and fragile. And she seems very submissive by nature."
"That she is." Reena said. "I know women like this. All their lives, they have been told by men what to do - fathers, brothers, husbands. They have never developed the instinct to assert themselves. If you play it right, the whole game is very easy."
"So...I am meeting her next week. What should be my next step?"
"Hmmm...don't make the ultimate move yet. But push her out of her comfort zone. And try being more dominant."
"More dominant." Dutt nodded.
"Try pushing her into a situation where she is uncomfortable but has to comply to make you happy. And see how she reacts. If she protests vehemently, then don't push her more. But if you sense compliance, even reluctant, you are on track."
"Hmmm." Dutt nodded again.
--
"Another mojito, ma'am?" the waiter asked Mansi as he took her empty glass away.
"Thanks." she took the full glass, standing next to a cocktail table in the shade.
It really was a hot and humid day, and as Dutt had said, these people had organized the event on the roof deck. What were they thinking? This was Mumbai, not Simla. Mansi reached for her handkerchief from the purse and wiped her brow again as she sipped the cocktail. She liked the sweet-sour and mint-filled taste. And the rum used by the caterers was a very smooth one, so she did not feel the alcoholic flavor as much as she had with the champagne.
Dutt glanced at her from across the deck where he was talking to some bankers. He smiled as he saw her sip her third cocktail for the day. He was pleasantly surprised at his easily this innocent woman, who once hadn't even tasted alcohol, was enjoying cocktails in the middle of the day. He excused himself from the conversation and walked over to her.
"Humid, right?" he asked.
"Very!"
"I told you, Mansi, that a sari is not the appropriate attire for a scorching outdoor event like this."
"But that's all I wear." she shrugged, sounding a little buzzed.
"Look at those women." Dutt pointed to a couple of fresh MBA hires networking. "Don't they look comfortable?"
A couple of them were wearing elegant sun dresses and another one was in a formal skirt and blouse.
"Yes, but...I have never...I mean. I would feel so weird."
"You should not be ashamed of your body." Dutt said.
"I am not ashamed of my body." Mansi argued back.
"Then what's the problem? You should wear more western clothes. I am sure your husband would love that."
"My husband?"
"When my wife was alive, and we were younger, I often bought her skirts and shorts and nice western blouses and all." Dutt whispered naughtily. "It used to spice up things in the bedroom."
Mansi blushed a deep shade of red at the reference. Then she thought about what Amar would think if he showed up one day and found her in a short sun dress. Would it really make him more excited in bed? Or would he disapprove?
"Besides, you have such an amazing figure." Dutt pressed on. "Even in the sari, it is obvious. You're like a model or an actress. Or a sculpture."
He gently placed his hand on hers. Even in that hot weather, Mansi got tiny goosebumps at that touch. She was feeling a little flattered and also uncomfortable at the compliments about her figure. She was on her third drink on a mostly empty stomach. And over the previous week, she often found herself thinking about his touch, despite scolding herself about it.
"Please Duttsahab." she pulled her hand away after a few seconds. "You are embarrassing me."
"What is there to be embarrassed about? What did I say that was so wrong?" he said in a slightly hurt voice. "I am sure you must have heard such things from your husband all the time."
"Not...really." she said.
"You mean he doesn't shower you with compliments day in and day out?" Dutt said with exaggerated surprise.
"He is a different kind of man." Mansi laconically said. But she did find herself wondering why her husband never said such nice things.
"For what it's worth, Mansi." Dutt decided to take a small risk and gently stroked her left cheek with the back of his right fingers. "I think you are the most gorgeous woman here."
That made Mansi blush so much that she found herself rooted to her spot. Yet another gentle touch, yet another compliment.
"Thank you." she softly said after a few seconds.
"Anyway, I have to talk to a few more people." Dutt straightened and took a step back. "I see they are putting the food out. Why don't you serve us both a couple of plates and I will meet you at the dining tables over there?"
Before Mansi had fully come to terms with what had just happened, he had walked away. She saw that the spiffily dressed catering staff was indeed putting out a buffet of food in gleaming silver trays. She finished the mojito in three big sips and headed towards the buffet to serve food for her boss. Is that what he was, she asked herself, her boss? Or was there something more?
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