30-05-2025, 07:29 PM
Over the next weeks, Arjun orchestrated moments to fan Sanjay’s attraction, each encounter calculated to deepen the prodigy’s fixation while advancing his own ambitions:
The Office Lunch: Arjun invited Priya to Visionary’s office for a team lunch, insisting she wear a fitted kurta that hugged her curves, its neckline low enough to draw eyes. The canteen buzzed with colleagues, their trays clattering as they discussed campaigns. Arjun “accidentally” left Priya alone with Sanjay in the conference room, claiming he needed to fetch files. Sanjay, reviewing a pitch deck, stumbled over his words as Priya asked about his latest ad. “It’s… bold,” he said, his eyes flicking to her neckline, the kurta’s fabric taut across her chest. Priya’s shy smile, unaware of his struggle, fueled his interest. He cleared his throat, adjusting his tie, and excused himself, but his lingering glance as he left betrayed him. Arjun, watching from the corridor, noted the flush on Sanjay’s face, his plan taking root.
The Client Meeting: Arjun arranged for Priya to drop off files during a high-stakes client meeting, choosing a saree with a plunging blouse that accentuated her cleavage. The boardroom, all glass and chrome, hummed with tension as Sanjay pitched to a pharmaceutical giant. Priya entered, her heels clicking, and leaned to hand Sanjay the papers, her pallu slipping to reveal a glimpse of skin. Sanjay’s jaw tightened, his pen pausing mid-note, but he thanked her politely, his fingers brushing hers. The spark was undeniable, his eyes following her as she left, the clients oblivious. Arjun, stationed outside, caught Sanjay’s distracted nod, his fantasy and ambition aligning.
The Charity Event: Arjun brought Priya to a Visionary-sponsored fundraiser for a local college, dressing her in a backless choli that bared her midriff, the lehenga’s dbang teasing her hips. The event, held in a Juhu banquet hall, was a swirl of donors and flashing cameras. Arjun steered Priya toward Sanjay, who was charming a group of philanthropists. Sanjay’s speech faltered as he took in her exposed skin, his voice turning husky as he complimented her elegance. “You light up the room,” he said, his eyes locked on hers before he caught himself, turning back to the donors. Arjun, lingering nearby, saw the hunger in Sanjay’s glance, his mind spinning with possibilities.
The Late-Night Call: Arjun engineered a “crisis” requiring Sanjay’s input, insisting Priya join a late-night strategy session at a Colaba café. He dressed her in a tight Western dress, its fabric clinging to her curves, her discomfort evident in her stiff posture. The café, dim with candlelight, hummed with after-hours chatter. Sanjay, arriving stressed from a client call, softened at Priya’s presence, his gaze lingering on her bare shoulders as they discussed ideas. “You’re a natural,” he said, his voice low, but he stood abruptly, claiming a call, his retreat masking his unease. Arjun watched, his pulse racing, Sanjay’s attraction a lever for his desires
The Office Lunch: Arjun invited Priya to Visionary’s office for a team lunch, insisting she wear a fitted kurta that hugged her curves, its neckline low enough to draw eyes. The canteen buzzed with colleagues, their trays clattering as they discussed campaigns. Arjun “accidentally” left Priya alone with Sanjay in the conference room, claiming he needed to fetch files. Sanjay, reviewing a pitch deck, stumbled over his words as Priya asked about his latest ad. “It’s… bold,” he said, his eyes flicking to her neckline, the kurta’s fabric taut across her chest. Priya’s shy smile, unaware of his struggle, fueled his interest. He cleared his throat, adjusting his tie, and excused himself, but his lingering glance as he left betrayed him. Arjun, watching from the corridor, noted the flush on Sanjay’s face, his plan taking root.
The Client Meeting: Arjun arranged for Priya to drop off files during a high-stakes client meeting, choosing a saree with a plunging blouse that accentuated her cleavage. The boardroom, all glass and chrome, hummed with tension as Sanjay pitched to a pharmaceutical giant. Priya entered, her heels clicking, and leaned to hand Sanjay the papers, her pallu slipping to reveal a glimpse of skin. Sanjay’s jaw tightened, his pen pausing mid-note, but he thanked her politely, his fingers brushing hers. The spark was undeniable, his eyes following her as she left, the clients oblivious. Arjun, stationed outside, caught Sanjay’s distracted nod, his fantasy and ambition aligning.
The Charity Event: Arjun brought Priya to a Visionary-sponsored fundraiser for a local college, dressing her in a backless choli that bared her midriff, the lehenga’s dbang teasing her hips. The event, held in a Juhu banquet hall, was a swirl of donors and flashing cameras. Arjun steered Priya toward Sanjay, who was charming a group of philanthropists. Sanjay’s speech faltered as he took in her exposed skin, his voice turning husky as he complimented her elegance. “You light up the room,” he said, his eyes locked on hers before he caught himself, turning back to the donors. Arjun, lingering nearby, saw the hunger in Sanjay’s glance, his mind spinning with possibilities.
The Late-Night Call: Arjun engineered a “crisis” requiring Sanjay’s input, insisting Priya join a late-night strategy session at a Colaba café. He dressed her in a tight Western dress, its fabric clinging to her curves, her discomfort evident in her stiff posture. The café, dim with candlelight, hummed with after-hours chatter. Sanjay, arriving stressed from a client call, softened at Priya’s presence, his gaze lingering on her bare shoulders as they discussed ideas. “You’re a natural,” he said, his voice low, but he stood abruptly, claiming a call, his retreat masking his unease. Arjun watched, his pulse racing, Sanjay’s attraction a lever for his desires
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