Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 9 final part

Over the next few days, Aruna immersed herself in learning the intricacies of Purushotham's business. She spent hours poring over company reports, sitting in on meetings, and observing how different departments operated. With each passing day, she grew more confident and began to adapt her style to reflect her new role. Her wardrobe transformed—sarees and casual wear were replaced by elegant formal attire, projecting professionalism and authority.

Despite her efforts, Aruna couldn’t escape the undercurrent of whispers among the staff.

“She’s just a pretty face,” one employee muttered during a coffee break.

“I heard she’s the boss’s family friend. That’s why she got the position,” another added.

“AGM on her first day? Must be nice to have connections,” a senior staff member scoffed.

Meanwhile, Purushotham called Rekha, the company’s HR head and the oldest member of his firm, to prepare the salary bill for Aruna. Rekha, a seasoned professional and a close friend of Purushotham, didn’t hesitate to voice her opinion.

“Purushotham,” Rekha began, looking at him with a concerned expression, “are you sure about this? This is a significant salary, especially for someone new to the role. I feel like you’re letting emotions guide this decision.”

Purushotham leaned back in his chair, his expression firm but calm. “Rekha, I understand your concern. But Aruna isn’t just anyone. I know her intelligence and her potential. She will be an asset to this firm, and I have no doubt she’ll prove herself in time.”

Rekha frowned slightly. “I’m not questioning her intelligence, but you have to admit, this appointment looks... unusual to the staff. It could affect morale.”

“She’s more than capable, Rekha,” Purushotham insisted. “You’ll see that soon enough. And as for the staff, let them think what they want. Results will change their minds.”

Rekha sighed but nodded. “I hope you’re right. For everyone’s sake.”

As Aruna continued to navigate her role, the whispers among the staff didn’t entirely fade, but Purushotham’s unwavering support bolstered her resolve. She was determined to prove not just to herself but to everyone else that she belonged there—not because of connections, but because of her capabilities.

The next day brought a game-changing opportunity for Purushotham’s firm—a potential collaboration with a prominent client whose project was nearly ten times larger than anything the firm had handled before. The stakes were high, and the entire office buzzed with anticipation.

Purushotham decided to include Aruna in the meeting. Despite being new, he believed her presence could bring fresh energy to the negotiation. Aruna, though nervous, prepared diligently, reviewing every detail about the client and the project.

As they entered the client’s spacious office, all eyes naturally gravitated toward Aruna. Dressed in an elegant yet professional outfit, her poised demeanor exuded confidence. During the initial discussions, the client, a middle-aged businessman named Mr. Rao, couldn’t help but notice her.

As Purushotham presented their proposal, Mr. Rao directed several questions toward Aruna, curious about her insights. She responded thoughtfully, blending her newly acquired knowledge with natural charm.

At one point, Mr. Rao said with a smile, “Your ideas are refreshing, Ms. Aruna. It’s not every day we see someone with both substance and style.”

Aruna acknowledged the compliment gracefully and continued to explain how the firm would handle the project efficiently. Her calm confidence and persuasive arguments clearly made an impression.

When the meeting concluded, Mr. Rao shook hands with Purushotham and said, “I must admit, I had my doubts about your firm managing a project of this scale. But after today, I’m convinced. Let’s proceed.”

Purushotham beamed with pride, knowing this deal would be transformative for the company. As they walked back to the car, he turned to Aruna and said, “You were incredible in there. Your presence and input sealed the deal. This is a huge win for us.”

Aruna smiled, feeling a mix of pride and relief. She had proven her worth, not just to Purushotham but to the entire firm. Yet, she couldn’t ignore the subtle undertone in Mr. Rao’s demeanor—it was clear her looks had played a role in capturing his attention.

Back at the office, word quickly spread about the massive project they had secured. While many staff members acknowledged Aruna’s contribution, others whispered that it was her appearance, not her skill, that had swayed the client.

Aruna, however, chose to focus on the positives. She knew this was just the beginning and resolved to let her work speak louder than any assumptions. For now, she had earned a pivotal role in the company’s biggest project, and she was determined to prove she was more than just a pretty face.

The day of the salary distribution arrived, bringing a mix of excitement and anticipation to the office. Purushotham, sitting in his cabin, called Rekha in.

“So, Rekha,” he began with a smile, “do you still think hiring Aruna was a mistake?”

Rekha, known for her honesty and directness, sighed and shook her head. “I admit, I misjudged her. Aruna has proven herself beyond my expectations. She deserves every rupee of her salary—if not more. She’s been an asset to this firm.”

Purushotham nodded, clearly satisfied. “I’m glad you see it now. She’s made a significant impact in such a short time.”

Later that day, Purushotham approached Aruna “Congratulations on your first salary. This calls for a treat!” he said.

Aruna chuckled, taking the envelope. “I should be asking for a treat from you instead. Securing that big deal was a team effort, wasn’t it?”

He laughed. “Alright, how about we both treat the office? A celebration for everyone.”

The idea was quickly set into motion. By evening, the firm hosted a grand party at a nearby banquet hall. The atmosphere buzzed with energy as the staff mingled, shared laughs, and celebrated their recent success. Aruna, dressed in an elegant gown, stood out, her charisma lighting up the room.

Purushotham, watching her interact effortlessly with colleagues and clients, felt a deep admiration for her. During his toast, he praised the entire team for their hard work and gave special acknowledgment to Aruna’s contributions.

As the party wound down, most of the staff left, leaving only Purushotham and Aruna to wrap up. They sat in a quieter corner of the venue, sipping their drinks.

“Tonight was perfect,” Aruna said, leaning back with a tired smile. “Thank you for believing in me.”

Purushotham looked at her, his expression soft. “You’ve earned it, Aruna. Every bit of it. I knew from the start you’d prove yourself. But I didn’t anticipate how much you’d impact this place—and me.”

Aruna met his gaze, sensing the sincerity behind his words. “I didn’t expect to find... this,” she admitted, gesturing around. “A place where I can truly contribute. It means a lot, Purushotham.”

Their eyes lingered on each other, and the silence stretched, filled with emotions that had been building over the past weeks. Tentatively, Purushotham reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Aruna,” he murmured, his voice low.

She didn’t pull away, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth of his hand. The intensity of the moment grew, and when he leaned in, she met him halfway. Their kiss was slow, at first, but deepened as they gave in to the connection that they had between them.

The tension between them had reached a boiling point, and as they climbed into Purushotham’s luxurious car, it was clear that the night was far from over. The drive back to his house was filled with a palpable sexual energy, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come. Once inside, Purushotham’s strong arms wrapped around Aruna’s waist, pulling her closer to his solid, muscular chest. Their kiss grew more urgent, tongues dancing in a passionate tango as they stumbled towards his bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind them. Aruna’s luscious breasts bounced with each step she took, her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her now-removed bra. Purushotham’s cock was a thick, rigid presence against her thigh, straining against his boxers, begging for release. They tumbled onto the king-sized bed, their bodies entwined in a delicious mess of desire. Aruna’s hand slithered down his body, gripping his shaft firmly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the depths of his chest. His hands explored the curves of her body, squeezing her plump ass before sliding down to her wet, swollen pussy. With eager fingers, he parted her folds, her juices coating his digits as he teased her clit. Their bodies moved in sync as they kissed, each touch and caress setting their desires alight. It was time to indulge in the carnality that had been simmering between them since day one, to let their inhibitions go and revel in the raw, unbridled passion that awaited them in the throes of a night that would be etched in their memories forever.

Breaking away from their kiss, Aruna’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she took the reins of the moment. She gently pushed Purushotham onto his back, his cock standing tall and proud, demanding attention. She slithered down his body, her full, red lips wrapping around the tip of his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing him with her warm wetness. He watched as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each bob, her throat muscles working to accommodate his size. Her hand pumped the base of his cock in a steady rhythm that had him groaning with pleasure. She looked up, her eyes never leaving his, as she took him even deeper, her throat tightening around him. He felt her hot breath on his balls as she worked him with her mouth, her saliva dripping down to mix with her pussy juices that were already slick on her inner thighs. His hand tangled in her long hair, guiding her as she eagerly took him in, her moans vibrating through his cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Aruna’s own desire was reaching a crescendo as she tasted his precum, a delicious indication of his arousal.

With a wicked smile, she climbed onto him in the cowgirl position, her wet pussy hovering over his face. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his mouth, her labia parting to reveal her glistening clit. He didn’t waste a second, licking and sucking, his tongue delving deep into her folds. The sensation was almost too much for her, but she maintained control, her body trembling as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive flesh. Aruna’s hand reached between her legs, finding his cock still rock-hard and slick with her saliva. She guided him to her entrance, her pussy quivering with anticipation. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, feeling him stretch her open as he filled her completely. She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan as she started to ride him, her breasts bouncing in time with her hips, her juices coating his chest. Purushotham’s mouth was busy worshipping her clit, his tongue flicking and teasing as she moved above him. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the wet slapping of their bodies and their mingled moans and gasps. Aruna’s orgasm built, a fiery crescendo that threatened to consume her, as she took him deeper and harder. She knew this was just the beginning of a night that would leave them both utterly spent and craving more of each other.

They positioned themselves at the edge of the bed, Aruna lying on her side with a pillow under her head, her legs bent and drawn up towards her chest, creating the perfect 'L' shape. Her plump ass was perched at the very edge, begging for Purushotham's attention. He couldn't resist the sight of her pussy, glistening with arousal, and approached the bed with a feral hunger in his eyes. Placing one hand firmly on her round, supple cheek, he lined up his throbbing cock with her welcoming entrance. As he pushed inside her, she gasped, the sudden stretch sending waves of pleasure through her body. He took his time, savoring the feel of her tight warmth as he filled her inch by inch.

Once fully sheathed in Aruna's tight embrace, Purushotham paused for a moment, his cock pulsing with the thrill of her warm, wet pussy. She responded by slowly closing her legs, creating a vice-like grip that sent shocks of pleasure through him. Her inner muscles clenched around his shaft, as if trying to milk him of every last drop. He groaned deeply, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. With her legs tightly clamped around his cock, he began to rock his hips in a rhythmic motion. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through him, making his balls tighten with the promise of an impending orgasm. The sight of her body, her breasts heaving with each breath and her eyes glazed with passion, was more than he could handle. He knew that with every stroke, he was losing himself deeper into her, their bodies becoming one in a dance of lust that neither of them wanted to end. The intimate connection between them grew stronger as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language of desire that no words could match. The room was filled with the erotic sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of her pussy taking him in, only to release him with a sucking sound that made his toes curl with pleasure. Purushotham’s mind was racing with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he wanted to make her come and scream his name. But for now, he focused on the moment, the feel of her tightness around him, the way she responded to every touch, and the delicious friction that built with each movement. They were locked in a passionate embrace, their hearts pounding in unison, as they gave themselves over to the most primal of human instincts—the need to fuck and be fucked.

With a final, powerful thrust, Purushotham’s body tensed and he released a roar of ecstasy as he came hard, his cum spurting onto Aruna’s plump, quivering ass. She moaned in pleasure, feeling the warmth spread over her skin as he filled her completely. Breathless, they stayed connected for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax before finally separating. Aruna slid off the bed, her legs wobbly from the intense orgasm. She turned to face him, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she looked back at the mess they had made. “Looks like I need a bath,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Purushotham chuckled, running his hand over his sweat-drenched forehead before standing up and walking towards her. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the en-suite bathroom with a gentle strength that made her feel cherished. He set her down by the tub and turned on the faucet, filling it with steaming water. He watched as she stepped in, her body glowing under the soft lights, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. She sank into the tub with a contented sigh, her curves disappearing beneath the surface.

End of chapter 9