03-10-2025, 11:34 AM
Chapter 88: Road to Power
Nivi stood under the shower's fading spray, her body still humming from the intense sex with Raghavan, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. The bathroom tiles were slick, the steam thinning as the clock ticked past 1:15 PM on Monday, September 08, 2025. Her black stockings lay discarded on the floor, the babydoll lingerie crumpled nearby, her skin flushed and sensitive. Raghavan stepped out first, grabbing a towel, his casual shirt and jeans back on, his eyes lingering on her with a satisfied smile.
“Let's get ready for checkout,” he said, handing her a towel. “It's almost 2.” His voice was gentle, the authority still present, guiding her out of the intimate haze.
Nivi nodded, wrapping the towel around herself, the warmth comforting. She moved to the bedroom, the suite now orderly with Vikram's packing, the air carrying a faint musk. She opened her suitcase, pulling out a pair of black leggings and a simple green kurta—comfortable yet flattering, hugging her curves after the wild morning. She slipped them on, the fabric soft against her skin, the leggings accentuating her hips, the kurta flaring slightly. Her hair was damp, tied back loosely, her reflection in the mirror showing a woman transformed.
Raghavan watched her dress, then wheeled over a small trolley. “These are for you,” he said, patting the bag filled with the outfits he'd bought—dresses, lingerie, the babydoll set. “Take it all.” His tone was generous, a hint of pride in his eyes.
She smiled, touching the trolley. “Thank you. It's… a lot.” Her voice was grateful, wheeling it toward the door, the weight of his gifts sinking in.
They gathered their things, the suite's silence a contrast to the morning's passion. Raghavan checked the room, then led her to the reception, the trolley rolling behind. The checkout process was quick—staff smiling, the bill settled, the resort's lobby buzzing with departing guests. They stepped outside, the afternoon sun warm, the car waiting to take them back to Coimbatore.
In the car, the engine hummed, the road stretching ahead, the resort fading in the rearview mirror. Raghavan turned to her, his voice serious. “Now, about the office. You need to take control, Nivi. I won't be there daily—only once a month. Here's how to handle it.”
She nodded, listening intently, her hands resting on her lap. “Tell me.”
He leaned back, his tone firm. “Start with the seniors. Mohan's already surrendered to you—use that. He's weak for your charm, so keep him close. Then there's Rajendar, the senior auditor. He's older than me, near retirement. His weaknesses are drinking and dogs—play to that. Offer him a drink, ask about his pets, and he'll soften.”
Nivi tilted her head, absorbing it. “Drinking and dogs? I can manage that.” Her voice was confident, the kurta shifting as she shifted.
“Good,” he continued. “The women coworkers are gossip factories. Befriend them—lunch, chats—or they'll talk behind your back, spreading negativity. The boys gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, Ashok—is already in your pocket. Juniors and interns won't be an issue; they'll follow the lead. Key clients are handled by Mohan and Rajendar now. Meet them, act helpful. Once they see you in person, you'll know how to take control.”
She nodded, her mind racing. “So, pass Mohan and Rajendar to reach the clients. Got it.” Her hands clasped, the plan taking shape.
He smiled, his hand on hers. “Smart girl. I'll visit once a month, and if possible, I'll arrange trips for you. But not now—seniors might complain to my partner, raise questions. Conquer the office first, build your power base.” His voice was guiding, the car's hum steady.
Nivi looked at him, her eyes thoughtful. “I'll do it. But… why me? Why did you choose me?” Her voice was curious, her heart pounding.
Raghavan paused, his gaze softening. “I've loved you since before your marriage, Nivi. You were young, full of promise—I didn't want to spoil your life then. Now, with Anand's neglect, I see a second chance. You needed a new life, and I decided to make you successful.” His words were raw, honest, the car's interior quiet.
She felt a lump in her throat, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Then, playfully, she added, “Now I'm already spoiled, so you don't need to feel bad for spoiling me more.” Her tone was light, a smile breaking through.
He laughed, patting her hand. “You've got lots to face. This is just the start.” His voice was warm, the road winding toward the city.
They drove in silence for a while, the Coimbatore skyline approaching. Raghavan turned off at a kids' shop, the sign bright with toy displays. “Let's get something for your sons,” he said, parking the car. They stepped out, the afternoon air fresh, and entered the store. Nivi picked out a toy car for her eldest and a stuffed dinosaur for the younger, Raghavan paying with a smile.
Back in the car, they continued home, the toys on the backseat. The journey was smooth, the sun dipping lower, the clock nearing 4:30 PM. They reached her modest apartment, the street familiar with its coconut groves and street food stalls. Nivi gathered her things, the trolley and toys in hand, and turned to him.
“Thanks for everything,” she said, her voice soft, stepping out of the car. The door closed behind her.
Nivi stood under the shower's fading spray, her body still humming from the intense sex with Raghavan, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. The bathroom tiles were slick, the steam thinning as the clock ticked past 1:15 PM on Monday, September 08, 2025. Her black stockings lay discarded on the floor, the babydoll lingerie crumpled nearby, her skin flushed and sensitive. Raghavan stepped out first, grabbing a towel, his casual shirt and jeans back on, his eyes lingering on her with a satisfied smile.
“Let's get ready for checkout,” he said, handing her a towel. “It's almost 2.” His voice was gentle, the authority still present, guiding her out of the intimate haze.
Nivi nodded, wrapping the towel around herself, the warmth comforting. She moved to the bedroom, the suite now orderly with Vikram's packing, the air carrying a faint musk. She opened her suitcase, pulling out a pair of black leggings and a simple green kurta—comfortable yet flattering, hugging her curves after the wild morning. She slipped them on, the fabric soft against her skin, the leggings accentuating her hips, the kurta flaring slightly. Her hair was damp, tied back loosely, her reflection in the mirror showing a woman transformed.
Raghavan watched her dress, then wheeled over a small trolley. “These are for you,” he said, patting the bag filled with the outfits he'd bought—dresses, lingerie, the babydoll set. “Take it all.” His tone was generous, a hint of pride in his eyes.
She smiled, touching the trolley. “Thank you. It's… a lot.” Her voice was grateful, wheeling it toward the door, the weight of his gifts sinking in.
They gathered their things, the suite's silence a contrast to the morning's passion. Raghavan checked the room, then led her to the reception, the trolley rolling behind. The checkout process was quick—staff smiling, the bill settled, the resort's lobby buzzing with departing guests. They stepped outside, the afternoon sun warm, the car waiting to take them back to Coimbatore.
In the car, the engine hummed, the road stretching ahead, the resort fading in the rearview mirror. Raghavan turned to her, his voice serious. “Now, about the office. You need to take control, Nivi. I won't be there daily—only once a month. Here's how to handle it.”
She nodded, listening intently, her hands resting on her lap. “Tell me.”
He leaned back, his tone firm. “Start with the seniors. Mohan's already surrendered to you—use that. He's weak for your charm, so keep him close. Then there's Rajendar, the senior auditor. He's older than me, near retirement. His weaknesses are drinking and dogs—play to that. Offer him a drink, ask about his pets, and he'll soften.”
Nivi tilted her head, absorbing it. “Drinking and dogs? I can manage that.” Her voice was confident, the kurta shifting as she shifted.
“Good,” he continued. “The women coworkers are gossip factories. Befriend them—lunch, chats—or they'll talk behind your back, spreading negativity. The boys gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, Ashok—is already in your pocket. Juniors and interns won't be an issue; they'll follow the lead. Key clients are handled by Mohan and Rajendar now. Meet them, act helpful. Once they see you in person, you'll know how to take control.”
She nodded, her mind racing. “So, pass Mohan and Rajendar to reach the clients. Got it.” Her hands clasped, the plan taking shape.
He smiled, his hand on hers. “Smart girl. I'll visit once a month, and if possible, I'll arrange trips for you. But not now—seniors might complain to my partner, raise questions. Conquer the office first, build your power base.” His voice was guiding, the car's hum steady.
Nivi looked at him, her eyes thoughtful. “I'll do it. But… why me? Why did you choose me?” Her voice was curious, her heart pounding.
Raghavan paused, his gaze softening. “I've loved you since before your marriage, Nivi. You were young, full of promise—I didn't want to spoil your life then. Now, with Anand's neglect, I see a second chance. You needed a new life, and I decided to make you successful.” His words were raw, honest, the car's interior quiet.
She felt a lump in her throat, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Then, playfully, she added, “Now I'm already spoiled, so you don't need to feel bad for spoiling me more.” Her tone was light, a smile breaking through.
He laughed, patting her hand. “You've got lots to face. This is just the start.” His voice was warm, the road winding toward the city.
They drove in silence for a while, the Coimbatore skyline approaching. Raghavan turned off at a kids' shop, the sign bright with toy displays. “Let's get something for your sons,” he said, parking the car. They stepped out, the afternoon air fresh, and entered the store. Nivi picked out a toy car for her eldest and a stuffed dinosaur for the younger, Raghavan paying with a smile.
Back in the car, they continued home, the toys on the backseat. The journey was smooth, the sun dipping lower, the clock nearing 4:30 PM. They reached her modest apartment, the street familiar with its coconut groves and street food stalls. Nivi gathered her things, the trolley and toys in hand, and turned to him.
“Thanks for everything,” she said, her voice soft, stepping out of the car. The door closed behind her.
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