15-07-2023, 10:09 PM
Chapter 11:
But what made Zaid follow Paromita like a puppet? It was the day when Urvashi’s husband has fucked her in the morning and she came late of office.
It was a typical morning at the office. The rain from the previous night had left a fresh scent in the air, and employees were trickling into their workstations, preparing for the week ahead. Zaid arrived at the office, unaware of the brewing storm that awaited him.
As he settled into his desk, Paromita, the office admin head, approached him with a friendly smile, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to Paromita's attire. She wore a stunning saree, gracefully dbangd around her figure. The vibrant colors seemed to enhance her confidence, and Zaid couldn't help but appreciate her fashion sense.
However, in that moment, Zaid caught himself inadvertently glancing towards Paromita's cleavage, a fleeting moment of distraction that quickly dissipated as he realized his lapse in professionalism. He immediately averted his gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and guilt wash over him.
Paromita, oblivious to Zaid's momentary lapse, continued her friendly approach, her warm smile shining through. Her saree gracefully hugged her curves, accentuating her graceful movements as she walked towards Zaid's desk. Zaid reciprocated the greeting, assuming it was just another regular interaction.
"Good morning, Zaid," Paromita said, her voice masking the hidden knowledge she possessed. "How was your weekend? I hope you had a chance to relax."
Zaid nodded and replied, "It was alright, thank you. How about yours?"
Paromita brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes. She noticed Zaid's momentary distraction earlier but chose to let it slide, at least for the time being.
"Oh, it was decent," Paromita answered nonchalantly, maintaining a composed demeanor.
"Listen, Zaid, I've been meaning to talk to you about something important. Could we step into my office for a moment?"
Curiosity tinged Zaid's expression as he followed Paromita into her office. He couldn't help but wonder what this conversation was about. Once they were inside, Paromita closed the door behind them and took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination.
"Zaid," she began, her voice steady but firm, "there's something I need to discuss with you, and it's crucial that you listen carefully. Please take a seat."
Zaid's heart raced, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. He settled into a chair, his eyes fixed on Paromita, awaiting her next words.
"You see, Zaid," Paromita continued, her gaze unwavering, "there are certain things that have come to my attention. Things that shouldn't have happened in this office. I hope you understand what I'm referring to."
Confusion flickered across Zaid's face as he tried to decipher Paromita's cryptic words. He furrowed his brows and responded cautiously, "I'm sorry, Paromita, but I'm not sure I follow. Could you please be more specific?"
A knowing smile curled on Paromita's lips as she retrieved a USB drive from her drawer. She placed it on the table between them, maintaining a controlled composure.
"I believe this will refresh your memory," she said, her tone cool and calculated. "You see, Zaid, I happen to be the one in charge of the office's CCTV recordings. And one rainy night, quite recently, I came across something unexpected. Something involving you and someone else."
Zaid's breath caught in his throat as realization dawned on him. Panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself, attempting to feign innocence.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Zaid stuttered, his voice tinged with nervousness. "I haven't done anything wrong."
Paromita leaned forward, her boobs pressed against the desk, making her cleavage more pronounced and her gaze piercing into Zaid's soul. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Zaid. And unless you want your world to come crashing down, I suggest we have a little chat about how we can resolve this situation."
Zaid's mind raced, contemplating his options. He knew he had to tread carefully, ensuring his secret remained hidden. But Paromita's determination made it clear that this was not going to be an easy negotiation.
As the tension hung heavy in the air, Zaid realized that he had no choice but to engage in this dangerous dance of words with Paromita, hoping to protect both his job and the affair he had so recklessly indulged in.
Zaid's mind spun with a mix of fear and desperation as he weighed his options. He knew that he had to play along with Paromita's demands if he wanted to safeguard his secret affair with Urvashi. Taking a deep breath, he decided to cautiously probe further.
"Paromita, I understand the gravity of the situation," Zaid replied, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "But what exactly do you expect from me? How can we resolve this?"
Paromita leaned back in her chair, her breasts bouncing softly, a sly smile playing on her lips. She observed Zaid for a moment before responding, her voice dripping with a blend of authority and seduction.
"Zaid, what I want is simple," Paromita began, her eyes locking with his. "I need you to accompany me to Goa for a training session this week. It's the perfect opportunity for us to work on this delicate matter privately. And, of course, enjoy each other's company."
Zaid's heart skipped a beat. The thought of being trapped in such a compromising situation made his skin crawl, but he knew he couldn't afford to refuse Paromita's proposal. The alternative would be far more devastating.
"Goa?" Zaid repeated, attempting to hide his unease. "But Paromita, what about our responsibilities here in the office?
Paromita's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. "I've taken care of that, Zaid," she said, producing a meticulously crafted plan. "I've spoken with Urvashi, and she has agreed to handle things in our absence. She trusts us, you know."
The mention of Urvashi's name sent a jolt of guilt through Zaid's conscience. He couldn't help but think of the betrayal he was subjecting her to. However, he also knew that he needed to play along for now, buying time to figure out a way to extricate himself from this dangerous web.
"I... I suppose I could arrange my schedule," Zaid muttered, his voice strained. "But Paromita, please understand that this arrangement is solely for the purpose of resolving this matter. Nothing more."
Paromita's laughter filled the room, a mix of amusement and confidence. "Of course, Zaid," she said, her voice oozing with fake sincerity. "We both know what we're getting into. It's strictly business, with a little added pleasure. After all, it would be a shame to waste such an opportunity, wouldn't it?"
Zaid forced a weak smile, attempting to mask his inner turmoil. He knew that this journey to Goa would be a treacherous one, filled with secrets, lies, and a forbidden desire. He had no choice but to walk this dangerous path, hoping to protect his secret affair while carefully navigating the minefield set before him.
And so, with a mixture of reluctance and feigned enthusiasm, Zaid reluctantly agreed to Paromita's proposal, setting in motion a series of events that would forever alter the course of their lives.
But what made Zaid follow Paromita like a puppet? It was the day when Urvashi’s husband has fucked her in the morning and she came late of office.
It was a typical morning at the office. The rain from the previous night had left a fresh scent in the air, and employees were trickling into their workstations, preparing for the week ahead. Zaid arrived at the office, unaware of the brewing storm that awaited him.
As he settled into his desk, Paromita, the office admin head, approached him with a friendly smile, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to Paromita's attire. She wore a stunning saree, gracefully dbangd around her figure. The vibrant colors seemed to enhance her confidence, and Zaid couldn't help but appreciate her fashion sense.
However, in that moment, Zaid caught himself inadvertently glancing towards Paromita's cleavage, a fleeting moment of distraction that quickly dissipated as he realized his lapse in professionalism. He immediately averted his gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and guilt wash over him.
Paromita, oblivious to Zaid's momentary lapse, continued her friendly approach, her warm smile shining through. Her saree gracefully hugged her curves, accentuating her graceful movements as she walked towards Zaid's desk. Zaid reciprocated the greeting, assuming it was just another regular interaction.
"Good morning, Zaid," Paromita said, her voice masking the hidden knowledge she possessed. "How was your weekend? I hope you had a chance to relax."
Zaid nodded and replied, "It was alright, thank you. How about yours?"
Paromita brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes. She noticed Zaid's momentary distraction earlier but chose to let it slide, at least for the time being.
"Oh, it was decent," Paromita answered nonchalantly, maintaining a composed demeanor.
"Listen, Zaid, I've been meaning to talk to you about something important. Could we step into my office for a moment?"
Curiosity tinged Zaid's expression as he followed Paromita into her office. He couldn't help but wonder what this conversation was about. Once they were inside, Paromita closed the door behind them and took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination.
"Zaid," she began, her voice steady but firm, "there's something I need to discuss with you, and it's crucial that you listen carefully. Please take a seat."
Zaid's heart raced, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. He settled into a chair, his eyes fixed on Paromita, awaiting her next words.
"You see, Zaid," Paromita continued, her gaze unwavering, "there are certain things that have come to my attention. Things that shouldn't have happened in this office. I hope you understand what I'm referring to."
Confusion flickered across Zaid's face as he tried to decipher Paromita's cryptic words. He furrowed his brows and responded cautiously, "I'm sorry, Paromita, but I'm not sure I follow. Could you please be more specific?"
A knowing smile curled on Paromita's lips as she retrieved a USB drive from her drawer. She placed it on the table between them, maintaining a controlled composure.
"I believe this will refresh your memory," she said, her tone cool and calculated. "You see, Zaid, I happen to be the one in charge of the office's CCTV recordings. And one rainy night, quite recently, I came across something unexpected. Something involving you and someone else."
Zaid's breath caught in his throat as realization dawned on him. Panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself, attempting to feign innocence.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Zaid stuttered, his voice tinged with nervousness. "I haven't done anything wrong."
Paromita leaned forward, her boobs pressed against the desk, making her cleavage more pronounced and her gaze piercing into Zaid's soul. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Zaid. And unless you want your world to come crashing down, I suggest we have a little chat about how we can resolve this situation."
Zaid's mind raced, contemplating his options. He knew he had to tread carefully, ensuring his secret remained hidden. But Paromita's determination made it clear that this was not going to be an easy negotiation.
As the tension hung heavy in the air, Zaid realized that he had no choice but to engage in this dangerous dance of words with Paromita, hoping to protect both his job and the affair he had so recklessly indulged in.
Zaid's mind spun with a mix of fear and desperation as he weighed his options. He knew that he had to play along with Paromita's demands if he wanted to safeguard his secret affair with Urvashi. Taking a deep breath, he decided to cautiously probe further.
"Paromita, I understand the gravity of the situation," Zaid replied, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "But what exactly do you expect from me? How can we resolve this?"
Paromita leaned back in her chair, her breasts bouncing softly, a sly smile playing on her lips. She observed Zaid for a moment before responding, her voice dripping with a blend of authority and seduction.
"Zaid, what I want is simple," Paromita began, her eyes locking with his. "I need you to accompany me to Goa for a training session this week. It's the perfect opportunity for us to work on this delicate matter privately. And, of course, enjoy each other's company."
Zaid's heart skipped a beat. The thought of being trapped in such a compromising situation made his skin crawl, but he knew he couldn't afford to refuse Paromita's proposal. The alternative would be far more devastating.
"Goa?" Zaid repeated, attempting to hide his unease. "But Paromita, what about our responsibilities here in the office?
Paromita's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. "I've taken care of that, Zaid," she said, producing a meticulously crafted plan. "I've spoken with Urvashi, and she has agreed to handle things in our absence. She trusts us, you know."
The mention of Urvashi's name sent a jolt of guilt through Zaid's conscience. He couldn't help but think of the betrayal he was subjecting her to. However, he also knew that he needed to play along for now, buying time to figure out a way to extricate himself from this dangerous web.
"I... I suppose I could arrange my schedule," Zaid muttered, his voice strained. "But Paromita, please understand that this arrangement is solely for the purpose of resolving this matter. Nothing more."
Paromita's laughter filled the room, a mix of amusement and confidence. "Of course, Zaid," she said, her voice oozing with fake sincerity. "We both know what we're getting into. It's strictly business, with a little added pleasure. After all, it would be a shame to waste such an opportunity, wouldn't it?"
Zaid forced a weak smile, attempting to mask his inner turmoil. He knew that this journey to Goa would be a treacherous one, filled with secrets, lies, and a forbidden desire. He had no choice but to walk this dangerous path, hoping to protect his secret affair while carefully navigating the minefield set before him.
And so, with a mixture of reluctance and feigned enthusiasm, Zaid reluctantly agreed to Paromita's proposal, setting in motion a series of events that would forever alter the course of their lives.
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