26-08-2026, 05:00 PM
When Meera reached the shore, her phone showed eight missed calls.
All from Thomas — the wood-mill owner from her native place, the man she used to work for as an accountant.
Why is he calling me now? she wondered.
The phone rang again.
This time it was a video call.
She hesitated for a second, then answered.
Her face and bare shoulders appeared on the screen.
The thin strings of her bikini top were clearly looped around her shoulders.
Quickly she gathered her long, wet hair and brought it forward, letting the heavy strands fall over both shoulders and across the upper part of her chest.
The wet hair covered most of her bare skin.
From the camera’s point of view it became difficult to tell whether she was wearing a bikini or nothing at all.
Small gaps between the wet strands still gave occasional glimpses of smooth skin, making it look even more suggestive.
Thomas’s face appeared on the screen.
“How are you, Meera?”
“I am good, sir.
What happened?”
“I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
“No, sir. Tell me. We were at the beach.”
Thomas smiled slightly.
“I can see that from your wet hair.”
He did not mention the bare shoulders that were still partially visible between the strands of hair.
Meera noticed and carefully tilted the phone a little higher so that even the small glimpse of cleavage disappeared from the frame.
“How is Ajay?” Thomas asked.
“He is good.”
Beside her, Ajay sat close.
While Meera kept her expression polite and normal for the camera, Ajay’s hand slid under the triangular cup of her wet bikini top.
His warm fingers closed around her soft breast and began to slowly massage it — squeezing gently, brushing over the stiff nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
Everything stayed below the camera frame.
Only Meera could feel it.
Thomas continued speaking, unaware.
“Once you left, Meera, my business entered a dull phase. The new person who replaced you was not good enough. He completely messed up the accounts."
I had to leave my focus on other businesses and focus only on the mill.
You know how it used to be… I would sit there, but I was actually looking after several other things at the same time.
My sons are useless when it comes to handling the business, they screwed up other businesses.
I heard you are coming back now that your husband’s name has been cleared.”
Meera kept her voice steady even as Ajay’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate play under the wet fabric.
“Yes, sir.
We are planning to come back to the native place.”
In her mind, however, she had already decided one thing clearly:
she was not going to return to the same small accountant’s job she had left behind.
Meera was not sure what to reply.Ajay’s fingers were still under her wet bikini top, slowly circling and pinching her nipple.
His other hand had slipped around her bare back, moving along the smooth skin that was covered only by the thin strings of the bikini.
Every small movement sent warm sparks through her body, making it harder to keep her voice steady for the video call.She definitely did not want to return to her old accountant’s job.Thomas continued speaking, still unaware of what was happening just below the camera frame.
“I am not asking you to come back to your old position, Meera.
I wanted you in a much bigger role.
Even while you were working for me earlier, I was already training you for more responsibility.
If you had not moved to the city with your husband, I would have promoted you by now.
I am not saying this just to please you.
You are capable.”
He paused for a moment, then added,
“I have bought a new business.
I need someone capable to run it along with me.”
Meera’s eyes sharpened with interest even as Ajay’s fingers continued their slow, teasing play.
“What business is it, sir?”
Thomas smiled slightly on the screen.
“I bought a lingerie business called Anaavaran.
They already have good market sales.
You must have seen the news last week — the previous owners were involved in other illegal businesses and got arrested.
All from Thomas — the wood-mill owner from her native place, the man she used to work for as an accountant.
Why is he calling me now? she wondered.
The phone rang again.
This time it was a video call.
She hesitated for a second, then answered.
Her face and bare shoulders appeared on the screen.
The thin strings of her bikini top were clearly looped around her shoulders.
Quickly she gathered her long, wet hair and brought it forward, letting the heavy strands fall over both shoulders and across the upper part of her chest.
The wet hair covered most of her bare skin.
From the camera’s point of view it became difficult to tell whether she was wearing a bikini or nothing at all.
Small gaps between the wet strands still gave occasional glimpses of smooth skin, making it look even more suggestive.
Thomas’s face appeared on the screen.
“How are you, Meera?”
“I am good, sir.
What happened?”
“I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
“No, sir. Tell me. We were at the beach.”
Thomas smiled slightly.
“I can see that from your wet hair.”
He did not mention the bare shoulders that were still partially visible between the strands of hair.
Meera noticed and carefully tilted the phone a little higher so that even the small glimpse of cleavage disappeared from the frame.
“How is Ajay?” Thomas asked.
“He is good.”
Beside her, Ajay sat close.
While Meera kept her expression polite and normal for the camera, Ajay’s hand slid under the triangular cup of her wet bikini top.
His warm fingers closed around her soft breast and began to slowly massage it — squeezing gently, brushing over the stiff nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
Everything stayed below the camera frame.
Only Meera could feel it.
Thomas continued speaking, unaware.
“Once you left, Meera, my business entered a dull phase. The new person who replaced you was not good enough. He completely messed up the accounts."
I had to leave my focus on other businesses and focus only on the mill.
You know how it used to be… I would sit there, but I was actually looking after several other things at the same time.
My sons are useless when it comes to handling the business, they screwed up other businesses.
I heard you are coming back now that your husband’s name has been cleared.”
Meera kept her voice steady even as Ajay’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate play under the wet fabric.
“Yes, sir.
We are planning to come back to the native place.”
In her mind, however, she had already decided one thing clearly:
she was not going to return to the same small accountant’s job she had left behind.
Meera was not sure what to reply.Ajay’s fingers were still under her wet bikini top, slowly circling and pinching her nipple.
His other hand had slipped around her bare back, moving along the smooth skin that was covered only by the thin strings of the bikini.
Every small movement sent warm sparks through her body, making it harder to keep her voice steady for the video call.She definitely did not want to return to her old accountant’s job.Thomas continued speaking, still unaware of what was happening just below the camera frame.
“I am not asking you to come back to your old position, Meera.
I wanted you in a much bigger role.
Even while you were working for me earlier, I was already training you for more responsibility.
If you had not moved to the city with your husband, I would have promoted you by now.
I am not saying this just to please you.
You are capable.”
He paused for a moment, then added,
“I have bought a new business.
I need someone capable to run it along with me.”
Meera’s eyes sharpened with interest even as Ajay’s fingers continued their slow, teasing play.
“What business is it, sir?”
Thomas smiled slightly on the screen.
“I bought a lingerie business called Anaavaran.
They already have good market sales.
You must have seen the news last week — the previous owners were involved in other illegal businesses and got arrested.
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