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Based on suggestion of a fellow xossiper I am making this story ( erotica)
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Chapter one: The Beginning – The Unwavering CEO and Her Intriguing New Driver
Maya Khan was a woman who commanded respect. As CEO of one of the city’s leading tech firms, she was known for her precision, ambition, and sharp intellect. From her elegantly tailored suits to the immaculate updo she wore every day, she exuded power and competence. Her demeanor was that of someone who tolerated no nonsense, no excuses, and definitely no distractions. In business, she was relentless, a formidable leader with an unmatched work ethic that had built her company from the ground up.
Outside the boardroom, Maya’s life was equally structured and disciplined. Married to Imran, a successful lawyer, she maintained a well-kept life, one that looked seamless from the outside. Imran was as respected in his field as Maya was in hers, and together they formed a partnership admired by colleagues, friends, and family alike. They were the quintessential power couple — polished, articulate, and undeniably successful.
Yet behind this perfect image was an unspoken truth: the spark between them had long since faded. Imran was always busy, as was Maya. Intimacy had taken a back seat to their careers, and their relationship had settled into a kind of quiet, respectable routine. Their interactions were polite and pleasant, but Maya couldn’t deny the hollowness that lay beneath. Over time, she had learned to wear her marriage like a shield, something that allowed her to maintain a certain distance from the world and the expectations it placed on her.
Then came Arjun.
He entered her life with the quiet confidence of someone who knew more than he let on. He was her new driver, recommended highly by her assistant. Though she barely acknowledged him at first, there was something about him that she couldn’t quite ignore. At first glance, he was unassuming, even a little plain: neatly dressed, well-spoken, and respectful. But as the days passed, she couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself. Arjun was no ordinary driver.
For one, he seemed…overqualified. His vocabulary, his measured manner, and the way he moved suggested someone used to more responsibility, more independence. Yet here he was, quietly attending to her schedule and opening doors with a calm attentiveness that went beyond the usual bounds of the job. There was no hint of deference in his manner — rather, he regarded her with a kind of ease, as if he understood her without having to be told. It was unsettling, this silent sense of awareness, but Maya told herself it was nothing.
Until the day he spoke up.
It was late in the evening, and Maya was sitting in the back seat, silently going over the numbers from her last board meeting. Arjun’s eyes flicked to her through the rearview mirror as he turned onto the main road.
“Ma’am, you seem like someone who carries more than she shares,” he remarked softly.
Maya’s head shot up, her brows knitting together in irritation. “I don’t remember asking for your observations, Arjun,” she replied coolly, eyes narrowing.
He only smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. “Of course, ma’am. Just something I noticed,” he said, his voice as steady as ever, with an undertone of warmth she wasn’t expecting.
She returned to her documents, feigning indifference, but Arjun’s words echoed in her mind. Who did he think he was, making such comments? She told herself it was nothing — a momentary lapse, perhaps. But in the days that followed, Arjun continued to surprise her.
His presence was steady, yet somehow charged with a subtle intensity. Unlike others, he didn’t look away when she spoke; his gaze was direct, almost unsettling in its confidence. He didn’t shrink under her sharp responses or get flustered by her cold demeanor. Instead, he seemed to meet her resistance with a quiet amusement, as if he found her impenetrable exterior somehow interesting, almost…challenging.
There was a routine to their days. He would be there to pick her up every morning, his car parked right outside her building, polished and waiting. He’d greet her with a respectful “Good morning, ma’am,” and she would return it with a simple nod. The drive to her office would be spent in silence, broken only by the occasional polite exchange. Yet Maya couldn’t shake the feeling that Arjun was more aware of her than he let on. There was a steadiness to his presence that made her feel… seen, in a way she hadn’t in years.
Her colleagues and friends often asked her how she managed it all — the endless meetings, the public appearances, the pressure of running a multimillion-dollar company. They would comment on her poise, her resilience, her ability to carry herself with grace in any situation. And she would smile, accepting their praise with a gracious nod, all the while knowing that no one ever truly understood the weight she carried.
Until Arjun.
With him, there was no need for pretense. He wasn’t a colleague or a friend. He was simply… there. Steady, observant, and attentive. And though she fought it, Maya began to find herself noticing the small things about him: the way he held the door just a fraction longer than necessary, the way his eyes softened when he spoke to her, the faint hint of amusement that lingered in his voice when he made his occasional, mildly challenging remarks.
One evening, as he opened the door for her at her office, he paused, his hand resting lightly on the door’s edge. “If I may say so, ma’am… it’s admirable, the way you hold yourself,” he said, his tone respectful yet somehow… personal.
Maya gave him a wary glance. “And why would that matter to you, Arjun?”
He shrugged slightly, meeting her gaze with that same calm confidence. “Sometimes, people who carry the most seem like the ones least willing to let others in,” he replied, his voice quiet, almost tender.
His words caught her off guard. For a moment, she stood there, her defenses slipping as his gaze held hers. She could feel the truth in his statement — the part of her that yearned for connection, for someone to see her as more than just the CEO, the wife, the public figure. But she quickly steeled herself, pushing those thoughts aside.
Arjun seemed to understand the shift, because he simply nodded, closing the door behind her without another word. But from that moment on, Maya couldn’t deny the sense of awareness that seemed to hum between them, unspoken yet unmistakable.
As she watched him from the back seat in the days that followed, Maya began to realize that perhaps Arjun saw her in a way no one else did.
Follow and enjoy the story and if you like it comment and like the post
Chapter one: The Beginning – The Unwavering CEO and Her Intriguing New Driver
Maya Khan was a woman who commanded respect. As CEO of one of the city’s leading tech firms, she was known for her precision, ambition, and sharp intellect. From her elegantly tailored suits to the immaculate updo she wore every day, she exuded power and competence. Her demeanor was that of someone who tolerated no nonsense, no excuses, and definitely no distractions. In business, she was relentless, a formidable leader with an unmatched work ethic that had built her company from the ground up.
Outside the boardroom, Maya’s life was equally structured and disciplined. Married to Imran, a successful lawyer, she maintained a well-kept life, one that looked seamless from the outside. Imran was as respected in his field as Maya was in hers, and together they formed a partnership admired by colleagues, friends, and family alike. They were the quintessential power couple — polished, articulate, and undeniably successful.
Yet behind this perfect image was an unspoken truth: the spark between them had long since faded. Imran was always busy, as was Maya. Intimacy had taken a back seat to their careers, and their relationship had settled into a kind of quiet, respectable routine. Their interactions were polite and pleasant, but Maya couldn’t deny the hollowness that lay beneath. Over time, she had learned to wear her marriage like a shield, something that allowed her to maintain a certain distance from the world and the expectations it placed on her.
Then came Arjun.
He entered her life with the quiet confidence of someone who knew more than he let on. He was her new driver, recommended highly by her assistant. Though she barely acknowledged him at first, there was something about him that she couldn’t quite ignore. At first glance, he was unassuming, even a little plain: neatly dressed, well-spoken, and respectful. But as the days passed, she couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself. Arjun was no ordinary driver.
For one, he seemed…overqualified. His vocabulary, his measured manner, and the way he moved suggested someone used to more responsibility, more independence. Yet here he was, quietly attending to her schedule and opening doors with a calm attentiveness that went beyond the usual bounds of the job. There was no hint of deference in his manner — rather, he regarded her with a kind of ease, as if he understood her without having to be told. It was unsettling, this silent sense of awareness, but Maya told herself it was nothing.
Until the day he spoke up.
It was late in the evening, and Maya was sitting in the back seat, silently going over the numbers from her last board meeting. Arjun’s eyes flicked to her through the rearview mirror as he turned onto the main road.
“Ma’am, you seem like someone who carries more than she shares,” he remarked softly.
Maya’s head shot up, her brows knitting together in irritation. “I don’t remember asking for your observations, Arjun,” she replied coolly, eyes narrowing.
He only smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. “Of course, ma’am. Just something I noticed,” he said, his voice as steady as ever, with an undertone of warmth she wasn’t expecting.
She returned to her documents, feigning indifference, but Arjun’s words echoed in her mind. Who did he think he was, making such comments? She told herself it was nothing — a momentary lapse, perhaps. But in the days that followed, Arjun continued to surprise her.
His presence was steady, yet somehow charged with a subtle intensity. Unlike others, he didn’t look away when she spoke; his gaze was direct, almost unsettling in its confidence. He didn’t shrink under her sharp responses or get flustered by her cold demeanor. Instead, he seemed to meet her resistance with a quiet amusement, as if he found her impenetrable exterior somehow interesting, almost…challenging.
There was a routine to their days. He would be there to pick her up every morning, his car parked right outside her building, polished and waiting. He’d greet her with a respectful “Good morning, ma’am,” and she would return it with a simple nod. The drive to her office would be spent in silence, broken only by the occasional polite exchange. Yet Maya couldn’t shake the feeling that Arjun was more aware of her than he let on. There was a steadiness to his presence that made her feel… seen, in a way she hadn’t in years.
Her colleagues and friends often asked her how she managed it all — the endless meetings, the public appearances, the pressure of running a multimillion-dollar company. They would comment on her poise, her resilience, her ability to carry herself with grace in any situation. And she would smile, accepting their praise with a gracious nod, all the while knowing that no one ever truly understood the weight she carried.
Until Arjun.
With him, there was no need for pretense. He wasn’t a colleague or a friend. He was simply… there. Steady, observant, and attentive. And though she fought it, Maya began to find herself noticing the small things about him: the way he held the door just a fraction longer than necessary, the way his eyes softened when he spoke to her, the faint hint of amusement that lingered in his voice when he made his occasional, mildly challenging remarks.
One evening, as he opened the door for her at her office, he paused, his hand resting lightly on the door’s edge. “If I may say so, ma’am… it’s admirable, the way you hold yourself,” he said, his tone respectful yet somehow… personal.
Maya gave him a wary glance. “And why would that matter to you, Arjun?”
He shrugged slightly, meeting her gaze with that same calm confidence. “Sometimes, people who carry the most seem like the ones least willing to let others in,” he replied, his voice quiet, almost tender.
His words caught her off guard. For a moment, she stood there, her defenses slipping as his gaze held hers. She could feel the truth in his statement — the part of her that yearned for connection, for someone to see her as more than just the CEO, the wife, the public figure. But she quickly steeled herself, pushing those thoughts aside.
Arjun seemed to understand the shift, because he simply nodded, closing the door behind her without another word. But from that moment on, Maya couldn’t deny the sense of awareness that seemed to hum between them, unspoken yet unmistakable.
As she watched him from the back seat in the days that followed, Maya began to realize that perhaps Arjun saw her in a way no one else did.
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