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"I know," Risabh interrupted. "But sometimes you have to go the extra mile for a story, don't you?" His voice was a velvet caress that made her skin crawl. "But don't worry, I've taken care of everything. You just need to pack your bags and be ready to leave tonight."
Revathy's mind raced. "Tonight?" she exclaimed, her hand shaking as she gripped the phone tighter. "But what about Arun?"
Risabh chuckled. "Oh, he'll be fine with your sister in law," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "This is your chance to prove yourself, Revathy. Don't let a little thing like family get in the way of your ambition."
Revathy however was adamant that she needed couple of days atleast to go to delhi. Risabh though bit reluctant but agreed. risabh hunged the phone visibly bit disaapointed but assure her that someone junior from his office will talk to her regarding the details.
Her mind racing, Revathy knew she had to talk to Alok. She couldn't just disappear to Delhi without his consent, especially with the way things had been between them lately. She found him in the living room, staring at the TV with a distant look in his eyes. "Alok," she said softly, sitting down next to him. "We need to talk."
He turned to her, his eyes searching hers. "What is it, Revathy?" he asked, his voice tight with anticipation.
Revathy took a deep breath, the weight of her secret heavy on her chest. "I've been offered a chance to take my career to the next level," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But it means I need to go to Delhi for a week."
Alok's eyes snapped to hers, surprise and suspicion swirling in their depths. "What kind of opportunity?" he asked, his tone guarded.
Revathy took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "The kind that doesn't come along often," she said, her voice firm. she instantly cooked up a story.
"I've been offered an exclusive interview with a high-profile politician, but it's all hush-hush. I have to leave right away."
Alok's eyes narrowed, and he turned to face her fully. "But how will you manage the flight tickets at such short notice?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Revathy paused, knowing she had to be careful. "It's all taken care of," she assured him, her voice calm and composed. "Risabh's office is handling it."
Alok nodded, but the worry didn't leave his eyes. "And what about Arun?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Who will take care of him?"
Revathy's heart clenched at the mention of their son. "she will stay with your sister. i will talk to nita," she said, her voice tight. "It's only for a couple of days."
Alok studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. "Okay," he said finally, his voice filled with resignation. "But you promise to be careful."
Revathy nodded, her heart racing. "I will," she said, leaning in to kiss him. "I promise."
The next morning, after dropping Arun off at her sister-in-law's, she dialed Krish's number. He picked up on the first ring, his voice groggy with sleep. "Hey, Revathy," he mumbled.
"Krish, I need you to do me a huge favor," she said, her voice urgent. "Risabh has set up a meeting with the minister in Delhi, and it's happening on day after tommorow. We need to be there."
Krish was silent for a moment, the sleep clearing from his voice. "Delhi?" he repeated, his tone skeptical. "What's so important about this meeting?"
Revathy took a deep breath, her mind racing. "It's...it's big, Krish," she said, her voice earnest. "This could be the story of our careers. We have to go."
Krish was still skeptical. "What's so urgent that you couldn't wait until i woke up ? "
"The minister agreed to meet us," Revathy said, her voice filled with excitement and urgency. "It's a huge opportunity, Krish. We can't miss this."
Krish rubbed his eyes, trying to fully wake up. "But why the rush?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. "Can't we wait for a better time?"
"No, we can't," Revathy insisted, her voice tight with urgency. "This is our chance to bring down the biggest fish in the pond, Krish. If we don't take it now, we might never get another one."
Krish sighed, his skepticism clear even over the phone. "Okay, fine," he relented, though his tone suggested he wasn't fully on board. "But I can't just drop everything and leave. I have to manage a few personal things."
Revathy felt a twinge of annoyance, but she knew she couldn't push him too hard. "I understand," she said, her voice carefully measured. "But the sooner you can come, the better."
"I'll be there by thursday evening," Krish assured her.
Revathy felt a mix of excitement and dread. She had lied to her husband and manipulated Krish into coming to Delhi for what was essentially a glorified book launch. But as she stepped into the bustling streets of the city, she knew that this was her chance to make a name for herself, to break free from the shackles of her mundane life. The hotel suite was already paid for, and the USB with the incriminating evidence was nestled safely in her bag. This was her moment.
As Revathy stepped into the hotel room, the faint scent of champagne tickled her nose. A bottle chilled on ice, nestled in a silver bucket, sat atop the pristine bedspread. A card with Risabh's signature scrawled across it read, "To a night of success and celebration." She knew it was his way of buttering her up, a ploy to keep her in his debt. But she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. It had been a while since anyone had pampered her like this. She picked up the phone to call him, her voice playfully stern. "Risabh, I know what you're up to," she said when he answered.
"Ah, but can you blame me?" he replied, his voice smoother than silk. "You're going to be the belle of the ball tonight, Revathy."
Revathy rolled her eyes despite the heat that crept up her neck. "And what does that entail?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light.
"Just be your charming self," Risabh said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "You'll know what to do when the time comes."
Revathy couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach. She knew what Risabh was hinting at. The 'charm' he spoke of was a subtle way of saying she needed to seduce the minister for the story. But she had come too far to back down now. She took a deep breath and thanked him, hanging up the phone.
She took a moment to appreciate the opulence of the hotel suite. The plush carpet felt heavenly under her bare feet, and the chandelier cast a warm glow across the room. But the champagne remained untouched, a silent reminder of the game she was playing. With a sigh, she picked up her phone to call her sister-in-law, ensuring Arun was settling in well. Nita's cheerful voice washed over her, filling her with guilt for the deceit she was about to embark on.
Once the call ended, Revathy turned her attention to the evening's event. She had to be on top of her game, not just for the story but to navigate the minefield that was Risabh's intentions. She slipped into a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The neckline was low, and the hemline high, a silent declaration of her willingness to play the part. As she applied her makeup, she practiced her seductive smile in the mirror, a mask to hide the turmoil within.
When she arrived at the Indian Cultural Center, the place was ablaze with lights and buzzing with the chatter of the elite. The air was thick with the scent of money and power, and she could feel the eyes of the men in the room appraising her. She spotted Risabh across the room, surrounded by a group of sycophantic admirers. He caught her eye and sent her a knowing smile, raising his glass in a toast.
Her heart raced as she made her way through the crowd, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She had to admit, the dress was working. Heads turned as she passed, and she could feel the heat of desire in their gazes. It was empowering and terrifying all at once.
Revathy spotted the minister across the room, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. He was an older man, with a belly that suggested he enjoyed his power a little too much. But he had the aura of someone who was used to getting what he wanted. She took a deep breath and approached him, her smile plastered firmly in place.
"Minister Khyam," she greeted, her voice a silky purr. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her ample cleavage and bare thigh. "It's an honor to finally meet you."
The minister took her hand, his grip firm and a little too long. "Ah, the lovely Revathy," he said, his smile revealing a hint of something predatory. "I've heard so much about you. It's hard to believe you're a mother. You look like you could still turn a few heads."
Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine at his double entendre, but she held her ground. "Thank you, Minister," she said, her voice still sugary sweet. "But I'm here for more than just my looks." She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "I have something that might be of interest to you."
The minister's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and assessing. "And what might that be?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
SUMMARY^1: Revathy navigates the event, using her alluring attire to draw attention, and successfully approaches the minister, using a combination of charm and subtle suggestion to pique his interest in her 'offer'.
Revathy pulled out the USB stick from her clutch, holding it between her fingers like a weapon. "Evidence," she said, her voice clear and firm. "Evidence that could change the course of the election."
The minister's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with greed. "And what exactly is this evidence?" he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.
Revathy leaned in, her breasts almost spilling out of her dress. "It's a little... collection," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Of their indiscretions. And trust me, it's explosive."
The minister's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes greedy. "Show me," he breathed, his voice thick with desire.
Revathy's heart raced as she slid the USB into his palm. "This is just a taste. this usb has only few names and documents to keep you interestedr," she purred, her other hand brushing against his thigh. "But I'm sure you'll want more."
The minister's eyes flicked down to her hand, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer. "What do you want in return?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Revathy met his gaze, her own eyes glinting with the excitement of the hunt. "A favor," she said, her voice a soft purr. "A small one. Just a little...push in the right direction for my next article and complete immunity for me and a colleague of mine."
The minister's smile grew even wider, and he leaned back in his chair, his hand still gripping the USB tightly. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You want to play the game, do you?"
Revathy held his gaze, her heart racing. "I want to win," she said, her voice firm. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
The minister chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I like your spirit," he said, his voice a caress. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves." He gestured to Risabh, who had been watching the exchange with a smug smile. "Why don't you let Mr. Chaudhary explain the terms of our little arrangement?"
Risabh stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with victory. "As the minister said," he began, his voice oily. "This is a serious matter, and we need to make sure we're all on the same page." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "The meeting tomorrow will be just the beginning. You'll need to be prepared to give him...what he needs."
The minister nodded, his gaze flicking between the two of them. "My office, 10 AM sharp," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Revathy nodded, her heart racing. She knew what was expected of her now. revathy was feeling the heat and pressure. The dress she had chosen for the event was tight and revealing, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She had practiced her seductive glances and flirtatious smiles in the mirror before leaving home, knowing that she would need every weapon in her arsenal to get what she wanted.
As the party wound down, she found an opportunity to slip away from the minister's side. She excused herself, her heart racing as she made her way to the bathroom. She took a moment to collect herself, checking her makeup and smoothing her hair. When she emerged, Risabh was waiting for her, his eyes raking over her body in a way that made her skin crawl.
"Good job, Revathy," he said, his voice low and smug. "Now, let's go celebrate."
Revathy forced a smile, her stomach in knots. She knew what he was implying, but she had come too far to back down now. "I'd love to," she said, her voice light and flirty. "But I should get some rest. It's been a long day."
Risabh leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't disappoint me, Revathy," he whispered, his voice filled with both promise and threat. "You know what you have to do." He kissed her cheek and disappeared back into the crowd, leaving her to navigate the minefield of social obligations.
Revathy felt the weight of the USB in her bag, a constant reminder of the deal she had struck. She mingled with the guests, her smile never faltering, her eyes always searching for an escape. As the night grew later, the anticipation of what was to come in Risabh's hotel room grew stronger. She knew she had to play this game, to keep her son safe, her sacred marriage intact and her career on track. But she was determined not to let him win.
Risabh's eyes never left hers as he pushed her onto the bed, his movements swift and decisive. The plush comforter enveloped her, a stark contrast to the coldness of his gaze. He hovered over her, his breath hot and ragged, as his hand traveled up her body, lingering at her navel. The sudden wetness of his tongue sent a jolt through her, and she gasped as he began to lick and bite the sensitive skin there. Her body responded despite her mind's protests, her nipples hardening and her legs involuntarily spreading apart.
Revathy's voice was shaky as she asked, "Do you have a condom?" It was both a question and a plea, a last-ditch effort to maintain some semblance of control in this twisted game.
Risabh's eyes flicked up to hers, his smile turning predatory. "No," he said, his voice low and hungry. "I've always wanted to fuck you raw, Revathy." His tongue continued to explore her navel, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "From the moment I saw you on that flight with your little boy, I knew I had to have you bare."
Revathy's stomach clenched, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her. She had never been with a man without protection, and the thought of it now made her pulse race. But she knew better than to argue with Risabh. He was a man who always got what he wanted, and she had played right into his hands.
He moved his mouth to her breasts, his teeth grazing the hardened peaks over her strapless bra. She arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips. His hands were everywhere, his touch both rough and gentle, leaving her trembling. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, thick and insistent. Despite her reservations, she found herself wanting him, needing him to fill the void that alok or even Naginder had so cruelly created.
"I'm not on the pill," she murmured, trying to find a way out of this situation. "And I can't risk it for a story, Risabh."
Risabh's eyes narrowed, and he sat up, his expression a mix of annoyance and desire. "You're playing with fire, Revathy," he warned, his voice low and serious. "But if that's your concern, I'll pull out. You're not going to get pregnant."
Revathy felt a spark of hope, clutching at the small victory. "Promise?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light despite the heaviness in her chest.
Risabh leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper. "I promise," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "But you have to promise me something in return."
Revathy's heart skipped a beat. What more could he possibly want from her? "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Risabh leaned back, his eyes gleaming. "You have to promise me that you'll give me your all," he said, his voice a velvet purr. "That you'll be the best little slut you can be for the minister." His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing the waistband of her panties. "Can you do that, Revathy?"
Revathy felt a mix of anger and despair. She knew she had to buy time, to find a way out of this. So she played along, her voice light and teasing. "Oh, I'm not worried about that," she said, her hand reaching down to cup his cock through his pants. "But what if I get...distracted?" She gave him a knowing smile, her thumb brushing the tip of his shaft. "What if I forget to tell you when to pull out?"
Risabh's eyes narrowed, his hand moving to her wrist, stilling her movements. "You won't," he said, his voice firm. "Because if you do, I'll make sure you never work in this city again." His grip tightened, a silent warning. "Now, get on your knees."
Revathy felt a cold chill run down her spine, but she complied. She had to keep playing the game, keep looking for an escape. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Fine," she said, her voice a mocking purr. "But if I do get pregnant, I'll name the baby after the most powerful person in the room that night."
Risabh chuckled, pouring a line of champagne along her neck, watching it trickle down to her armpit. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the bubbly liquid from her skin. The sensation was strange, both repulsive and oddly erotic. She had never thought of herself as someone who enjoyed such kinks, but here she was, playing along.
Suddenly the phone rang...the rhythm of risabh's game got disrupted!!
"I know," Risabh interrupted. "But sometimes you have to go the extra mile for a story, don't you?" His voice was a velvet caress that made her skin crawl. "But don't worry, I've taken care of everything. You just need to pack your bags and be ready to leave tonight."
Revathy's mind raced. "Tonight?" she exclaimed, her hand shaking as she gripped the phone tighter. "But what about Arun?"
Risabh chuckled. "Oh, he'll be fine with your sister in law," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "This is your chance to prove yourself, Revathy. Don't let a little thing like family get in the way of your ambition."
Revathy however was adamant that she needed couple of days atleast to go to delhi. Risabh though bit reluctant but agreed. risabh hunged the phone visibly bit disaapointed but assure her that someone junior from his office will talk to her regarding the details.
Her mind racing, Revathy knew she had to talk to Alok. She couldn't just disappear to Delhi without his consent, especially with the way things had been between them lately. She found him in the living room, staring at the TV with a distant look in his eyes. "Alok," she said softly, sitting down next to him. "We need to talk."
He turned to her, his eyes searching hers. "What is it, Revathy?" he asked, his voice tight with anticipation.
Revathy took a deep breath, the weight of her secret heavy on her chest. "I've been offered a chance to take my career to the next level," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But it means I need to go to Delhi for a week."
Alok's eyes snapped to hers, surprise and suspicion swirling in their depths. "What kind of opportunity?" he asked, his tone guarded.
Revathy took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "The kind that doesn't come along often," she said, her voice firm. she instantly cooked up a story.
"I've been offered an exclusive interview with a high-profile politician, but it's all hush-hush. I have to leave right away."
Alok's eyes narrowed, and he turned to face her fully. "But how will you manage the flight tickets at such short notice?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Revathy paused, knowing she had to be careful. "It's all taken care of," she assured him, her voice calm and composed. "Risabh's office is handling it."
Alok nodded, but the worry didn't leave his eyes. "And what about Arun?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Who will take care of him?"
Revathy's heart clenched at the mention of their son. "she will stay with your sister. i will talk to nita," she said, her voice tight. "It's only for a couple of days."
Alok studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. "Okay," he said finally, his voice filled with resignation. "But you promise to be careful."
Revathy nodded, her heart racing. "I will," she said, leaning in to kiss him. "I promise."
The next morning, after dropping Arun off at her sister-in-law's, she dialed Krish's number. He picked up on the first ring, his voice groggy with sleep. "Hey, Revathy," he mumbled.
"Krish, I need you to do me a huge favor," she said, her voice urgent. "Risabh has set up a meeting with the minister in Delhi, and it's happening on day after tommorow. We need to be there."
Krish was silent for a moment, the sleep clearing from his voice. "Delhi?" he repeated, his tone skeptical. "What's so important about this meeting?"
Revathy took a deep breath, her mind racing. "It's...it's big, Krish," she said, her voice earnest. "This could be the story of our careers. We have to go."
Krish was still skeptical. "What's so urgent that you couldn't wait until i woke up ? "
"The minister agreed to meet us," Revathy said, her voice filled with excitement and urgency. "It's a huge opportunity, Krish. We can't miss this."
Krish rubbed his eyes, trying to fully wake up. "But why the rush?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. "Can't we wait for a better time?"
"No, we can't," Revathy insisted, her voice tight with urgency. "This is our chance to bring down the biggest fish in the pond, Krish. If we don't take it now, we might never get another one."
Krish sighed, his skepticism clear even over the phone. "Okay, fine," he relented, though his tone suggested he wasn't fully on board. "But I can't just drop everything and leave. I have to manage a few personal things."
Revathy felt a twinge of annoyance, but she knew she couldn't push him too hard. "I understand," she said, her voice carefully measured. "But the sooner you can come, the better."
"I'll be there by thursday evening," Krish assured her.
Revathy felt a mix of excitement and dread. She had lied to her husband and manipulated Krish into coming to Delhi for what was essentially a glorified book launch. But as she stepped into the bustling streets of the city, she knew that this was her chance to make a name for herself, to break free from the shackles of her mundane life. The hotel suite was already paid for, and the USB with the incriminating evidence was nestled safely in her bag. This was her moment.
As Revathy stepped into the hotel room, the faint scent of champagne tickled her nose. A bottle chilled on ice, nestled in a silver bucket, sat atop the pristine bedspread. A card with Risabh's signature scrawled across it read, "To a night of success and celebration." She knew it was his way of buttering her up, a ploy to keep her in his debt. But she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. It had been a while since anyone had pampered her like this. She picked up the phone to call him, her voice playfully stern. "Risabh, I know what you're up to," she said when he answered.
"Ah, but can you blame me?" he replied, his voice smoother than silk. "You're going to be the belle of the ball tonight, Revathy."
Revathy rolled her eyes despite the heat that crept up her neck. "And what does that entail?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light.
"Just be your charming self," Risabh said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "You'll know what to do when the time comes."
Revathy couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach. She knew what Risabh was hinting at. The 'charm' he spoke of was a subtle way of saying she needed to seduce the minister for the story. But she had come too far to back down now. She took a deep breath and thanked him, hanging up the phone.
She took a moment to appreciate the opulence of the hotel suite. The plush carpet felt heavenly under her bare feet, and the chandelier cast a warm glow across the room. But the champagne remained untouched, a silent reminder of the game she was playing. With a sigh, she picked up her phone to call her sister-in-law, ensuring Arun was settling in well. Nita's cheerful voice washed over her, filling her with guilt for the deceit she was about to embark on.
Once the call ended, Revathy turned her attention to the evening's event. She had to be on top of her game, not just for the story but to navigate the minefield that was Risabh's intentions. She slipped into a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The neckline was low, and the hemline high, a silent declaration of her willingness to play the part. As she applied her makeup, she practiced her seductive smile in the mirror, a mask to hide the turmoil within.
When she arrived at the Indian Cultural Center, the place was ablaze with lights and buzzing with the chatter of the elite. The air was thick with the scent of money and power, and she could feel the eyes of the men in the room appraising her. She spotted Risabh across the room, surrounded by a group of sycophantic admirers. He caught her eye and sent her a knowing smile, raising his glass in a toast.
Her heart raced as she made her way through the crowd, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She had to admit, the dress was working. Heads turned as she passed, and she could feel the heat of desire in their gazes. It was empowering and terrifying all at once.
Revathy spotted the minister across the room, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. He was an older man, with a belly that suggested he enjoyed his power a little too much. But he had the aura of someone who was used to getting what he wanted. She took a deep breath and approached him, her smile plastered firmly in place.
"Minister Khyam," she greeted, her voice a silky purr. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her ample cleavage and bare thigh. "It's an honor to finally meet you."
The minister took her hand, his grip firm and a little too long. "Ah, the lovely Revathy," he said, his smile revealing a hint of something predatory. "I've heard so much about you. It's hard to believe you're a mother. You look like you could still turn a few heads."
Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine at his double entendre, but she held her ground. "Thank you, Minister," she said, her voice still sugary sweet. "But I'm here for more than just my looks." She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "I have something that might be of interest to you."
The minister's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and assessing. "And what might that be?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
SUMMARY^1: Revathy navigates the event, using her alluring attire to draw attention, and successfully approaches the minister, using a combination of charm and subtle suggestion to pique his interest in her 'offer'.
Revathy pulled out the USB stick from her clutch, holding it between her fingers like a weapon. "Evidence," she said, her voice clear and firm. "Evidence that could change the course of the election."
The minister's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with greed. "And what exactly is this evidence?" he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.
Revathy leaned in, her breasts almost spilling out of her dress. "It's a little... collection," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Of their indiscretions. And trust me, it's explosive."
The minister's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes greedy. "Show me," he breathed, his voice thick with desire.
Revathy's heart raced as she slid the USB into his palm. "This is just a taste. this usb has only few names and documents to keep you interestedr," she purred, her other hand brushing against his thigh. "But I'm sure you'll want more."
The minister's eyes flicked down to her hand, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer. "What do you want in return?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Revathy met his gaze, her own eyes glinting with the excitement of the hunt. "A favor," she said, her voice a soft purr. "A small one. Just a little...push in the right direction for my next article and complete immunity for me and a colleague of mine."
The minister's smile grew even wider, and he leaned back in his chair, his hand still gripping the USB tightly. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You want to play the game, do you?"
Revathy held his gaze, her heart racing. "I want to win," she said, her voice firm. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
The minister chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I like your spirit," he said, his voice a caress. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves." He gestured to Risabh, who had been watching the exchange with a smug smile. "Why don't you let Mr. Chaudhary explain the terms of our little arrangement?"
Risabh stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with victory. "As the minister said," he began, his voice oily. "This is a serious matter, and we need to make sure we're all on the same page." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "The meeting tomorrow will be just the beginning. You'll need to be prepared to give him...what he needs."
The minister nodded, his gaze flicking between the two of them. "My office, 10 AM sharp," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Revathy nodded, her heart racing. She knew what was expected of her now. revathy was feeling the heat and pressure. The dress she had chosen for the event was tight and revealing, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She had practiced her seductive glances and flirtatious smiles in the mirror before leaving home, knowing that she would need every weapon in her arsenal to get what she wanted.
As the party wound down, she found an opportunity to slip away from the minister's side. She excused herself, her heart racing as she made her way to the bathroom. She took a moment to collect herself, checking her makeup and smoothing her hair. When she emerged, Risabh was waiting for her, his eyes raking over her body in a way that made her skin crawl.
"Good job, Revathy," he said, his voice low and smug. "Now, let's go celebrate."
Revathy forced a smile, her stomach in knots. She knew what he was implying, but she had come too far to back down now. "I'd love to," she said, her voice light and flirty. "But I should get some rest. It's been a long day."
Risabh leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't disappoint me, Revathy," he whispered, his voice filled with both promise and threat. "You know what you have to do." He kissed her cheek and disappeared back into the crowd, leaving her to navigate the minefield of social obligations.
Revathy felt the weight of the USB in her bag, a constant reminder of the deal she had struck. She mingled with the guests, her smile never faltering, her eyes always searching for an escape. As the night grew later, the anticipation of what was to come in Risabh's hotel room grew stronger. She knew she had to play this game, to keep her son safe, her sacred marriage intact and her career on track. But she was determined not to let him win.
Risabh's eyes never left hers as he pushed her onto the bed, his movements swift and decisive. The plush comforter enveloped her, a stark contrast to the coldness of his gaze. He hovered over her, his breath hot and ragged, as his hand traveled up her body, lingering at her navel. The sudden wetness of his tongue sent a jolt through her, and she gasped as he began to lick and bite the sensitive skin there. Her body responded despite her mind's protests, her nipples hardening and her legs involuntarily spreading apart.
Revathy's voice was shaky as she asked, "Do you have a condom?" It was both a question and a plea, a last-ditch effort to maintain some semblance of control in this twisted game.
Risabh's eyes flicked up to hers, his smile turning predatory. "No," he said, his voice low and hungry. "I've always wanted to fuck you raw, Revathy." His tongue continued to explore her navel, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "From the moment I saw you on that flight with your little boy, I knew I had to have you bare."
Revathy's stomach clenched, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her. She had never been with a man without protection, and the thought of it now made her pulse race. But she knew better than to argue with Risabh. He was a man who always got what he wanted, and she had played right into his hands.
He moved his mouth to her breasts, his teeth grazing the hardened peaks over her strapless bra. She arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips. His hands were everywhere, his touch both rough and gentle, leaving her trembling. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, thick and insistent. Despite her reservations, she found herself wanting him, needing him to fill the void that alok or even Naginder had so cruelly created.
"I'm not on the pill," she murmured, trying to find a way out of this situation. "And I can't risk it for a story, Risabh."
Risabh's eyes narrowed, and he sat up, his expression a mix of annoyance and desire. "You're playing with fire, Revathy," he warned, his voice low and serious. "But if that's your concern, I'll pull out. You're not going to get pregnant."
Revathy felt a spark of hope, clutching at the small victory. "Promise?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light despite the heaviness in her chest.
Risabh leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper. "I promise," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "But you have to promise me something in return."
Revathy's heart skipped a beat. What more could he possibly want from her? "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Risabh leaned back, his eyes gleaming. "You have to promise me that you'll give me your all," he said, his voice a velvet purr. "That you'll be the best little slut you can be for the minister." His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing the waistband of her panties. "Can you do that, Revathy?"
Revathy felt a mix of anger and despair. She knew she had to buy time, to find a way out of this. So she played along, her voice light and teasing. "Oh, I'm not worried about that," she said, her hand reaching down to cup his cock through his pants. "But what if I get...distracted?" She gave him a knowing smile, her thumb brushing the tip of his shaft. "What if I forget to tell you when to pull out?"
Risabh's eyes narrowed, his hand moving to her wrist, stilling her movements. "You won't," he said, his voice firm. "Because if you do, I'll make sure you never work in this city again." His grip tightened, a silent warning. "Now, get on your knees."
Revathy felt a cold chill run down her spine, but she complied. She had to keep playing the game, keep looking for an escape. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Fine," she said, her voice a mocking purr. "But if I do get pregnant, I'll name the baby after the most powerful person in the room that night."
Risabh chuckled, pouring a line of champagne along her neck, watching it trickle down to her armpit. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the bubbly liquid from her skin. The sensation was strange, both repulsive and oddly erotic. She had never thought of herself as someone who enjoyed such kinks, but here she was, playing along.
Suddenly the phone rang...the rhythm of risabh's game got disrupted!!
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